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 Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:46 pm
 
Kingdom ↠ Musique
Position ↠ Prince
Full Name ↠ Marcello Alto
Nickname ↠ - n/a
Age ↠ 23
Birthday ↠ May 25th
Height ↠ 5'2
Weight ↠ 120
Powers ↡
Siren's Voice - The ability to persuade others to his command or bind them to his will. This is no simple task as the other person must willingly give some sort of verbal or emotional consent to do so.
Enhanced Hearing- Nothing escapes his ears. He hears all, and most of the time knows all. If confined in a loud room, it does make it more difficult to listen to what is going on outside of it. As the "channels" seem to fade, and it takes obvious concentration for him to reach out elsewhere. He avoids doing so in public presence as it does mean he will start ignoring you and lose track of what is going on around him.
Having this sort of ability, also comes with the talent of having perfect pitch, seeing that he has learned many different pitches and sounds. With this he has practiced changing his voice, though his voice changing does not give any persuasion or advantage to his sirening ability.
Personality ↡
As a Prince, all things well mannered with tasteful etiquette have been embedded into his upbringing. However, to those who are not accustomed to the finer things in life or arrogant to civilized behavior may perceive him as an egotistical snob.
Being the Prince of Musique, however, he can cut loose to have some fun. Because of his status, he will gladly voice his opinion at any moment, whether the receiver may agree or disagree, it does not matter. Marcello does try and be forgiving to the uncultured, for the sake of unity and his providing a good name for Musique. Marcello wants to convince you he is as much worthy of your loyalty as you are to his, and he will make sure that that will last a lifetime.
Political Opinion ↠ Nothing else compares to Musique. By nature, they were taught that Winduria, Sisca, and Stilicidum were to be their closest allies. He accepts this as a compass to what is natural, though working with a variety of cultures isn't always easy. He has the hardest time accepting Hyoudens and Martians, for their harshness and cruelties.
Biography ↡
Finding one's rightful place amongst the Alto family seemed to be a reoccurring theme for the Alto siblings. It is safe to say that the King has had their share of trials in raising them in preparation to be upstanding models of the royal family.
All was fairly normal for Marcello, up until the age of three, when he became overwhelmed by the chaos of sound invading his mind. It started with whispers and multiple voices seeping into his thoughts. Frightened, young Marcello thought he was either hearing ghosts or spirits. This caused some teasing that he wasn't really a muse, but adopted from Luna to which led to dubbing him as Prince “Looney”. It was only a matter of time he would go mad like the rest of the “Lunatics”, they said.
As nights passed it was no longer voices, but the clashing noises of the world. Sleepless nights turned into sleepless weeks. Young sleep deprived Marcello was taking a turn for the worst as he became more irritable and sensitive. Within the grounds of the castle, rumor was spreading that Marcello was the product of an affair from Luna. Arguments sprouted between the King and Queen and to avoid further scandal, they sent Prince Marcello to the sisters of Alla Armoniosa. The sisters were given instructions that Marcello would only be able to return if he could control himself and go back to acting like an appropriate member of the royal Muses.
It took Marcello three years to gain control of his hearing. The first year was the most taxing, as Marcello wanted nothing to do with the sisters and their “stupid” rules and rituals. Eventually, he learned that in practicing these outdated methods, it provided him with remedial solutions to take the ‘voices’ out of his head. After accommodating to the new lifestyle, Marcello was able to accept them, in the same way he was accepted. Soon enough Marcello befriended Sorya and Thoko.
The time came for Marcello to return to the family. At 6 years old, Marcello was filled with mixed emotions. Excited to rejoin his family, eagerly anticipating his acceptance from them. But leaving the loving care given to him from the temple brought sorrow. The sisters assured him he was more than welcome whenever he wanted to come visit.
Unfortunately, Prince Marcello was received with cold shoulders. The culture shock of being raised by the monks and adopting “funny mannerisms” he had picked up from the temple did not cease childish teasing. Let's not mention his shaved head causing his other children to shriek and call him a “temple mole”.
Marcello was berated for his inability to come home sooner before the sisters washed him from his royalty.
Seeking comfort, Marcello continued to visit the temple during his free time. But the more frequently he visited, the more unacceptable his practices came. The clash of life as a Prince and the humbleness of a monk were proving difficult for Marcello to thread himself back into life with his “family”. On his 10th birthday, he visited the temple one last time, deciding he could no longer bother with trivial practices. He had grown above that, and no longer required their assistance.
After that, he took on his roles as if he had never been away. Did his best to excel in his studies and all matters that made a proper Prince. His path aiming to set him above everyone else so he wouldn't have to be looked down on anymore. It was then Marcello's eyes shifted onto the throne. If it was his, he could rewrite the score and conduct a better way of life.
In Musique, it is difficult not to get consumed into the grandized lifestyle, the gossip, the drama, and over spectacular parties. At first, Marcello was a bit of a wallflower Prince, eavesdropping in conversations, testing his ability to hone in on groups. But he encountered he could gather much more information outside the walls of the throne. And to become the loved and wanted Prince for his people. Molding himself to fit into any sort of facade that would grant him acceptance. The Intel was addicting and his curiosity led him sneaking out at night in his teenage years. Not wanting to attract unwanted attention to himself as a Prince, Marcello practiced changing his voice and taking on a new persona for the people, thus ‘Arsene Decoco’ was born. Initially there were a few close calls, some hiccups and unexpected encounters from people he knew, and in one peculiar case of discovering a family member. Living the double life was fascinating. Hiding behind his disguised privilege, he couldn't help but feel the power held over the people. Hearing their thoughts on political matters and embracing the unfiltered aspects of the common citizens, it was intriguing to see how he could weave this to a further advantage. Oh, and the parties, the night life? Well, let's just say he grew quickly out of his wallflower days and maybe enjoyed a little too much as Arsene.
Soon enough, this lifestyle of his was becoming more like tightrope walking. Marcello faced the authenticity of his identity yet again and found himself needing to respond more to his royal duties as it was time his father decided to involve him into the war. At 18 he was sent away to accompany his sister, Anika, for a short time.
All his hard work did not go unnoticed. Marcello did his best to fuse all which had learned by being someone else and brought about an incandescent presence to the people. In the spotlight, Marcello proved to be a formidable member of the Alto family…finally.
In the war, Marcello involved himself in the battles and pressed the opposition. His work was mainly to try and form alliances. It was a task to try and convince several nations that Musique, though small, was a good enough asset to contribute in aid and services of others. Along the way, Marcello had to confront deception from Musique and supposed alliances. The confrontation leading into decisions and actions he is not proud of, but those he will take to his grave.
Coming back home from the war, the light and splendor of the throne had lost its appeal. The Prince felt broken from the voices stolen from. It did not take him long to find out that the destruction of the temple, which was once considered his home, was a “necessary sacrifice” decided by his father.
Marcello initially scoffed at the idea of Utopia, its upbringing arriving faster than wounds could heal. Still, he had his duty as a Prince and he would see this through.
Likes ↡
-Music
-Dancing
-Being Praised
-Cleanliness
-Parties
-Learning about different Art and Cultures
Dislikes ↡
-Loud mouths
-Things out of tune
-People who sing out of tune
-Informality
-Silence
-Syena
-Gabriel
Misc. Info ↡
-He has pretty quick reflexes for a musician, nothing compared to a Mercurian, but he has practiced in fixating on the sounds of one's movements. Marcello practiced a lot of defensive tactics, to make up for his smaller and weaker stature among enemies.
-If he had to choose a choice of weapon, it would be a bo staff:
Marcello hopes to make his own bo staff in the form of a giant flute. With that, he wants to expand his ability to be able to manipulate the sound he hears and use it as an extra force with his staff. As of present, there has been no such luck in doing so and could very well take years to master.
-If he gets really drunk, he will hiccup into other voices. It's the confusion of sounds and focus that leads to this.
-It is said and lost in legend that should a person ever be fall under the enchantment of a siren, the only way to break the connection is through cutting off their tongue, killing them, or having to undergo healing through the Alla Armoniosa sisters.
Theme Songs ↠ "Our Bodies Sing" - Edison Glass
Saint Matthew's Passion
Username ↠ LovelyxMiss
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:47 pm
Kingdom ↠ Musique
Position ↠ Princess
Full Name ↠ Anika Sharran Alto
Nickname ↠ Ani, she will sometimes go by her middle name instead of her last name as well.
Age ↠ 25
Birthday ↠ November 15th
Height ↠ 5'7"
Weight ↠ 130 lbs
Powers ↡
Lullaby - She can put people to sleep with her music. A blessing and a curse.
Mood Magic - Her music can evoke certain emotions or moods.
Personality ↡
Anika is very emotional and immature. She follows her heart even though it is often wrong. She makes very snap judgments which leads her into many heated arguments. Most of her "relationships" are short-lived due to her short fuse and carelessness.
Political Opinion ↠ After being engaged to be engaged to the prince of Windurians, she felt as if she was walking on air! That was until he decided to call it off suddenly (even though he didn't actually). Now she thinks they are flighty, careless losers who just want to hurt others. She thinks the Cronos kingdom are cheaters because they would always use time spells to manipulate her magic.
Biography ↡
Anika grew up knowing she was going to be someone special. Her parents told her every day that she was meant for greatness. It didn’t help that she was told she was supposed to be queen one day. She didn’t want that though. All she cared about writing letters and music. Her future husband/pen pal was her way of escaping the chore of being on a pedestal and being told how to act. She wrote him every week and would wait by the castle doors for his reply each day.
Her biggest dream was to be able to heal the world with her words. She had seen it done before by the handmaidens, growing close to one older woman named Leylanni. Leylanni showed her how to help others with or without magical powers, which meant a lot to her growing up as she was never asked to do anything besides smile for photos. In her free time, she studied medicine in secret, hoping to one day run away and become a doctor.
She was forced to study music from a young age and found her voice early on pleasing her parents. As her mother started becoming sick, her father pushed her more and more into the limelight, her powers and looks became a useful tool to motivate soldiers. Soon she had no time to study medicine, read letters, or speak to Leylanni, she wanted out but no one would listen. Worst of all, the one person she had grown to confide in, her beloved, had stopped writing her letters. She didn’t know what she had done to upset him. One night, after her father had been especially a hard a**, she wrote a letter to him. Only he knew what to do, she needed help, an escape. She wrote a long letter detailing her feelings and trying to ask him to come save her but he never came. Instead, the next day she was led into the front lines to play bait for the first time. She was hit a few times before being taken out but it was enough to shake her. Weeks later, her engagement had been called off. Her father insisted it was time for her to stop playing pretend and start looking out for number one, herself.
The princess insisted she didn't need anyone but still found herself relying on those around her. Anika was still able to speak to the other royals including her friend Gabriel. When she was 14, He confided in her about wanting to leave as well and she wanted to ask him to take her with him but knew that would put a bigger target on their backs. Instead, she helped him go, pretending to run away herself. She was quickly caught and punished accordingly, never her face or a place someone could tell but painful still. Musique had ways of punishing someone without ever needing to lay a finger on them. She never heard from the duke again but hoped he was okay.
As Anika grew older she perfected her magic and made her way back into the war. Instead of being a warrior, she became a leader. Her music encouraged millions to fight as she sang about feelings of determination and anger to motivate the soldiers to go to war. Her mother continued to fight on but Anika knew it was only a matter of time before she had to claim the throne. Thankfully the war had seemingly come to an end, providing her an escape and an opportunity. She could see everyone who abandoned her and run away from responsibility again. She couldn’t wait to show all those who left her how much better off she was now.
Likes ↡
Singing
Dancing
Love
Helping others
Writing
Herself
Being the center of attention
Drama
Dislikes ↡
Liars
Cheaters
Syena
Gabriel
Windurians
Pressure
Being ignored
People stealing her spotlight
Misc. Info ↡
"Talking"
"Thoughts"
Her fighting style is more dance fighting than anything else. Her father taught her combat but she would often doze off.
Her singing is very punk- think Avril
Theme Songs ↠ Angry Ani's Playlist
Username ↠ love me til death
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:47 pm
Kingdom ↠ Musique, Kingdom of Music
Position ↠ Spare
Full Name ↠ Francesca Dolce-Alto
Nickname ↠ Fran is fine, Franky is better, Frannie will cost you.
Age ↠ 22
Birthday ↠ 28 July
Height ↠ 5'3" | 160 cm
Weight ↠ 133 lbs | 60.3 kg
Powers ↡
Voice Thievery - She is able to remove a person's voice and hold on to it for an infinite amount of time. Fran can also switch it out with her own but she prefers to not do that unless it's necessary. The voice can be held or put in a container. It Cannot work against those have vocal-based powers.
Pheromone Manipulation - She is able to control pheromones that can induce attraction between others or toward herself, or induce pleasure or high suggestibility in others. The effects can linger for hours, and can cause nausea in other or herself if used in excess. The pheromones are expressed like a sweet perfume that she can blow off of her body. Those who are strong-willed or resistant to empathetic powers may not be easily affected.
Personality ↡
Francesca sees herself as a woman who is trying to make the best of the hand that was given to her, even if that means having hide her moral compass from time to time. She has to take care of herself, even if that means being a little underhanded, because no one else is going to do it for her. She is aware that people can be hurt by her but doesn't let any remorse show. She'll double down if need be. Fran speaks blunt, matter-of-factly, and/or with sarcasm with others depending on her mood or what the conversation calls for in her opinion, but can be mostly polite when necessary. Nice too, in her own way. She acts tough, and admittedly has some anger management issues. She casually threatens violence. Partaking in her hobbies keeps her from cutting her bedroom door off the hinges again.
Political Opinion ↠ Before the war, Francesca had little concern about the politics of other countries, or Musique's relationship with them. If she had any political thoughts, they pertained to her community. Corthyr is a heinous country after what they did to Musique and she harbors plenty of ill feelings toward that Kingdom. The rest of them could just kick rocks, they're not as important to her.
Biography ↡
Francesca took her first infant breaths in a theater. Her mother, a popular mezzo-soprano, had been wooed by none other than the King of Musique himself many months prior. Their fling had been thrilling and passionate but short-lived, ending when he found out she was with child. Though the truth was never hidden from Fran, she learned quickly that speaking about it got her and her mother unwanted attention from not only the community but government officials. The older she got, the more resentment she felt toward the king, toward the royal family, and to the aristocracy in general. She knows her mom did her best while she struggled to raise her as a single mother, and she had plenty of ‘uncles’ and male figures around her, but knowing she was purposely ignored by her biological father - king or not - left a bad taste in her mouth. As much as she wanted to march right up to that palace and make him recognize her, her mother insisted she not and told her to let it go. Made many excuses that Fran stopped subscribing to as time went by.
Her singing talents were noticed early on and there was no doubt the young soprano would be someone to watch. Fran spent her days deep in the arts of song and acting, even dancing. Because of this, she only gained a rudimentary knowledge of a proper academic education, like reading and arithmetic. It was enough to get by and mostly keep her from being swindled by charlatans looking for their next victim. Most times she could handle a defeat in auditions. Other times, her blood would boil if she failed to land a role or worse, if a decided rival got a part she wanted. It made her so mad she wished them misfortune, perhaps a broken leg or laryngitis. Then one day, it happened. A tacky blonde with stringy hair was suddenly hoarse and could not perform. In Francesca’s hand appeared a small orb the size of a marble, glowing while it faintly echoed the girl’s voice. It took a few more rounds of her taking this girl’s voice and replacing it to understand what was happening and how she was doing it.
Afterward, for years, Francesca would land a higher percentage of parts she wanted while other thespians and vocalists moved out of the spotlight believing their voice was lost to natural causes or bad luck. She did not keep them forever, usually until she was bored of it. A few times she held onto a voice for an entire season. Eventually, her mom caught on by putting two and two together. It was seeing and even hearing a stolen voice in Fran’s possession that confirmed there was some dishonesty in how her daughter came about such great roles so consistently. Despite being a young teen, Fran got such a spanking that to this day she will flinch at catching another for her misdeeds. She still did it, but less often, and did a better job of hiding the voices.
Witnessing the war right in her backyard crushed Fran in a way she never thought could hit so deeply. Friends and neighbors she knew her whole life were no longer with them. Her and her mother would have joined their ranks had it not been for a neighbor bringing them into the basement under his bakery.
With the war over and having no theater to return to until it was rebuilt, Francesa found new focuses: survival, her father, his family, and all of the noblemen that surrounded them. It took no time for her to find a gullible titled man that she could persuade into providing for her and by extension her mother. Fran had another trick up her sleeve that she usually saved for playing cupid’s games with other people: creative attraction, at least that was what she called it for lack of a better name. Puberty was already awkward enough, but it was during this time she worked out why sometimes she got unwanted attention and why everyone insisted she smelled so sweet; Fran was even accused of stealing a luxury perfume at one point. No amount of scrubbing or frequent baths would make the fragrance go away. Over time puberty ended and the scent’s intensity dropped to a more tolerable level, but by then, through trial and error, she learned it did some pretty interesting things. Over the years, she was responsible for some love connections, and even some breakups. Fran also seemed to be able to get away with more when she used it, especially in cases when things that were not hers got caught on her sticky fingers.
Having that kind of titled sponsor in addition to doing private shows for members of the court got her closer to the Alto family. She could not help but to partially blame them and all of the other people in positions of power for what happened to Musique. They were the leaders, and they could have done better to prepare for an invasion and protect the people. She had attended more funeral services than she had fingers and toes, and had they cared more not as many people would have died. Fran was pissed, and not only was she going to finally make herself known to her deadbeat father, but she was going to let him know he was responsible.
And just like that, Francesca was finally recognized as a member of the Alto family. All it took was her “borrowing” her father’s voice and briefly switching it out with her own to demonstrate just what she could do with it. What damage she could do to him, his family, his court, his legacy. She could not have been authenticated at a better time; a new academy had opened sometime after the war ended and wanted the heirs for all of the kingdoms to attend. She had a golden ticket. Fran agreed to go to Utopia Academy with her half-siblings, and left with an upgrade to her pearl necklace: One of them was gold and had a matching external glow, compliments of the king. Francesca considered giving it back after their meeting, but that door closed the moment the King let it slip that he knew she was his daughter for the past 22 years. Acknowledging her, the King argued, was not a good look for the crown and he had already had trouble with the current heirs already not being up to standard. Not only was she keeping it out of spite, but as collateral; if he retaliated against herself or her mother she’d make damn sure he or anyone else ever heard his voice again. For Francesca, that would be only the beginning of his ruin if he dared to do anything. For now while at Utopia, she decided she would play nice, but when the time came she wanted to be a part of a revolution that would get rid of the monarchy and give Musique to the people.
Likes ↡
toffee candies
warm baths
magnolia flowers
warm colors
card games
swings
shellfish
makeup
touches and touching people
hats
Dislikes ↡
cold weather
blood
goat meat
bedtime
tangles in her hair
when her powers don't work
snakes
having hairy arms/legs
having to read aloud
the dark
Misc. Info ↡
Weapons: Hat pins, a dull and rusty stiletto, a purse with a 5lb / 2.3kg brick at the bottom
Hobbies: singing, kleptomania, knitting, flower crowns, skincare
Distinguishing Features: L-shoulder blade: small mole
Theme Songs ↠
Il Dolce Suono
Hell's Vengeance Boils In My Heart
Poor Unfortunate Souls
God is a Woman
9 to 5
Cell Block Tango
Username ↠ chinisu
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:47 pm
Kingdom ↠ Musique
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Gabriel Davis Montgomery
Nickname ↠ Gabe, Monty
Age ↠ 24
Birthday ↠ August 10th
Height ↠ 5'11"
Weight ↠ 150 lbs.
Powers ↡
The Sound of Silence - Within a short radius, Gabe can cancel out all noise. Anyone who comes within his sphere of influence won't themselves be deaf per se; all sound is erased.
Personality ↡
On the surface, Gabriel is a compassionate young man with a smile one can always count on being there. He's a level-headed and takes his time before getting himself involved in anything. Unless the situation calls for something different, he tried to keep the mood as light as he can. He does his best to put on a brave face for those he cares about, even when he's at his absolute lowest on the inside. But this can be a double-edged sword at times, as he is often unable to tell when he's stretched himself too thin before it's too late. It's rare for Gabriel to show this, though, preferring to keep his personal struggles out of sight if he can help it as he doesn't want to feel like a burden for others.
Political Opinion ↠ Due to his perceived nature of their people and their actions in the war, Gabe is wary of those from Mars and Funkazan. Due to their potential, he's quite wary of the machinations of Chronos. Phronese is an interesting one for him; their inventions had indirectly lead to advancements in music his people wouldn't have seen otherwise, but their potential for destruction doesn't escape his sight.
Biography ↡
Gabriel was born a widowed duchess, having lost her husband to a freak bassoon accident shortly before his birth. From as early as he can remember, Gabe had a myriad of studies brought to him personally by his mother in order to make sure their duchy could remain strong should something befall her as well. Gabe didn't find himself interested in much of it, except for one thing. Writing. The second a pen was in his hand, it was hard to get it out. From an early age he had had a knack for putting anything on his mind onto paper, and would go from short stories to entire operas in a very short period of time.
As the years went on his interest in the written word grew, so too did the time he wanted to put into his works. But this was only a part of his teachings, so it wasn't something he could act on freely. It was only in his most private of moments that he could get to work, sometimes staying up until the dead of night scribbling away in a journal he kept hidden.
But he didn't hide it well enough.
His mother had noticed Gabriel had been experiencing noticeable declines in his rate of progress in most of his studies. Sneaking into his room while he was out for an etiquette lesson, it didn't take long for her to find his journal. When Gabriel returned, he was welcomed to an infuriated parent who saw her child as not taking things seriously enough. The conversation crescendoed into a full-blown argument, with his mother completely refusing to hear a word from him at one point. Tired of all the yelling, tired of being ignored, Gabriel just wanted it all to stop. This was when his powers first manifested.
Silence. Complete and utter silence. It took both of them a moment to understand what was happening. His mother screamed at the top of her lungs in a combination of fury and fear, ending the silence with an abrupt strike to Gabriel's face. Things weren't the same from then on. Instruction became more like tortue, as his newfound ability was seen as a sign of the worst. Even worse than the Reed child far off, Gabriel was considered touched by sin. Gabriel would not use his powers from this day onward, scarred by the experience and resulting isolation. But even so, he knew he couldn't live like this. He was stifled now more than ever, monitored at all times and only able to put pen to paper when told. One way or another, his mother and his instructors were going to make sure that he was the spitting image of Musique excellence whether he liked it or not.
And so, at the age of 16, Gabe ran away from home. Using his ability meant no one close enough could hear his footsteps, the opening of doors, or anything if he was quiet enough. Still, he wouldn't have had the opportunity to without enlisting the help of his best friend. He wished that he could've brought her along, but he thought it too risky. Giving each other what they assumed would be a final goodbye, she provided a diversion and Gabriel made his escape. Once he got far enough to feel confident running, he ran until his legs gave out. Eventually he found himself in the town of Arioso, on the border of the country and far away from anyone who would know him by face alone.
For a while it was terrible for Gabe. He hadn't a coin to his name, nor any knowledge on the life of a commoner. But he learned soon enough, and got himself a job as a dishwasher to make ends meet as he started work on a script he could sell to the local theater. It was around this time that he picked up a pseudonym for himself: Alain Miranda.
As Alain, it would be about a year's worth of attempts before his work got even remotely reviewed by the theater. They weren't interested enough to put anything of his on stage, but saw enough potential in him to hire him as an editor for their current in-house playwrights.
Even more time passed, and Gabriel published his first novel on the side. It was an outlet for him while continued to due editing work, having thought little of it. But it was well enough received and got him enough additional income for him to consider it worth it to write a follow-up. This continued for a few works, and even better was that this new-found notoriety of his made the theater reconsider his position.
Not long after, his first stage show was being produced. Its reception was a bit more lukewarm than they expected, but like his novels had moderate enough success. And it too was succeeded by a handful of other productions written by Alain Miranda. While it was far from the lavish life of a royal, and although even with his newfound success he was still only barely making ends meet, it was a life where he was free. A happy life. However, during production for the 5th show to be penned by Gabriel, tragedy struck.
The forever war that plagued the world had finally made its way to Musique's borders, and Arioso would be one of the first towns to fall during the initial attacks. For Gabriel, it was all a blur at first. The fire, the burning, the insurmountable loss of life. He was one of the lucky ones, surviving with no major injuries. But those as lucky as him were few and far between, and despite being physically unscathed the mental image of his world being destroyed would never leave his soul.
Days went by, and Gabriel hoped to here word for rebuilding. Not for the theater, not for any publishing establishment, his focus had shifted far from that. There was life in Arioso once, and those remaining could make it beautiful like it once was. But that wasn't the focus of the country; fortifying defenses and doubling their military was more important than giving the displaced a home again. While he could comprehend the need for fortification, the absolute lack of care for those few survivors infuriated him.
And so he did what he knew how to do best: he wrote. Day in and day out, making sure to document every detail he could remember, down to the last dying scream. When he was finally satisfied, he went to every outlet he could to make sure this got published in some capacity. Not just in his town, but as far into the country as he could.
But the words of a mediocre at best penman could do little to sway anyone important enough to do anything. A certain thought crossed his mind, but was quickly pushed away when he was approached by a group of activists looking to bring awareness to what they felt was a misuse of funds and a lack of compassion for the people affected by the conflict that scoured the globe. Joining them, he began work as a war journalist for Musique.
The things he witnessed at this time were harrowing. Soldiers whose bodies would never work the same way again. People from attacked towns helplessly looking for those who were no longer even on this earth. They were difficult things to witness, but Gabriel knew the pain in his heart formed from chronicling of these events paled in comparison to that of those he wrote for. He took his job as a scribe extremely seriously, wishing to give those who've moved on to the next stage a proper elegy and those still alive some proof that their voices were heard. He tirelessly strove to provide every detail he could of his country's war efforts and the toll this forever war had on his homeland.
One particular encounter, early on in his career, would remain on his mind from that point onwards. A holy site in ruins. A singular survivor, forever scarred from the event. The wistful sorrow in her violet eyes pieced his heart like none did before and none could after. It was regrettable that anyone experienced such tragedy, but the fleeting time he spent with her and the understanding he gained from it made him really question if he was really doing all he could for his fellow countryman.
But in the back of his mind, he knew deep down that there was more he could offer them. It'd been gnawing at him every waking second since the attack on Arioso. He was royalty. He had the power to do something about this, something substantial, or at least try to. More than power than "Alain Miranda" could ever have in his wildest dreams. Gabriel had promised himself that he'd never return home again, but his promise to his people was stronger. One day, he left a letter of resignation and left. Alain Miranda was never seen again from that day on.
Gabriel returned to his duchy after 5 years, expecting to find things more or less exactly as he left them. But even before he opened the doors of his old home, he could tell that this was not so. The tempo had declined, the dynamic softened. Willing to accept any punishment deemed worthy of him for a chance at being returned to his former status, he went to his mother still expecting to be eviscerated like he remembered her loving to do to him in his youth. Instead, he found a frail woman on her deathbed.
Suffering from a rare ailment, Gabriel's mother couldn't help but weep as she got something she thought impossible: her son had returned to her. Gabriel was reluctant to speak at first, now almost feeling selfish for returning. His eyes avoided her gaze, but found themselves faced with something none the easier to acknowledge. His plays were there, every single one published. His heart pounding like a drum, as he took in more of the scenery he saw posters of performances he'd written along with various other paraphernalia. His mother had, in secret, read and saw everything he put to paper.
It was from there that a dialogue truly began between the two of them. Neither apologized for their actions, as they both knew that with the time Gabriel's mother had left wasn't enough to mend the rift she put between them long before he left. Instead, the family focused on preparing Gabe for the life of a duke. Having lost a considerably amount of the regular income afforded to her duchy, his mother had concerns about how the finances of Musique were being handled that mirrored his.
She held nothing back in terms of workload, but Gabe was more than willing to do it this time. Soon enough, she would pass on. But before she did, she had been able to teach Gabe to the point where he felt ready to take on Musique's court.
They also spoke much about their individuals lives to each other in her final moments. Gabriel would find out a great detail about his mother's life at this time; the pressure the nearby duchies gave her to remarry or make damn sure her son would be able to lead properly after his father's demise, how she'd been constantly been mistreated herself for being "too emotional" after his passing, and how his father had also loved to write. He did not forgive her for the way she treated him, but now he understood it. And in that understanding, with that acceptance of her in her entirety, he was able to grieve her properly.
With newfound perspective on life, Gabriel took the reigns of duke and did his best to make sure the voice of the people weren't lost in the symphony that was the Musique court. Much like his writing career, his success wasn't all-encompassing. But it was something, more than he ever could've done if he had kept hiding his true identity. At the war's end, it felt as though a weight was lifted from Gabe's shoulders. But he knew his work was not yet done. He doubled his efforts to rebuild what had been destroyed. Upon hearing about Utopia, Gabriel decided to enroll to do his part to ensure peace relations went well. He intended to be there in time for the opening ceremonies, but had arrived late as something important had come up: the official completion of the town of New Arioso.
Likes ↡
Cowbell
Tea
Well-written heel turns
Dislikes ↡
Violence
Orchestra seats
Cliffhangers
Misc. Info ↡
#a49183 for thoughts and speech
Gabriel cannot sing to save his life. Any artistic talents he has lies solely in his writing.
During Gabriel's time as an author, his publisher would sell copies of his work to other nations without providing him compensation or making him aware of the matter. To this day, Gabe has no idea.
Pinterest board
Theme Songs ↠
The Great Pretender
Airegin
Movin' Out (Anthony's Song)
Blue In Green
Tender Sugar
Have Some Love
Sinnerman
The Shephard's Boy
Late Nights & Heartbreak
Transform
Username ↠ Beyond The Time
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:47 pm
Kingdom ↠ Musique
Position ↠ Duchess
Full Name ↠ Nayeni Arioso
Nickname ↠ Nah, Yeni
Age ↠ 20
Birthday ↠ May 1st
Height ↠ 5 feet 3 inches
Weight ↠ 110 pounds
Powers ↡
Subsonic Vocalization - Nayeni is capable of producing powerful and extremely harmful sonic vibrations through the use of her voice. This power can cause blood vessels to burst and can easily shatter glass. She is immune to her frequency's effects, but not to the effects of others with the same ability.
Personality ↡
Because Nayeni strives to speak as little as possible, she instead expresses herself in other ways - mostly through her facial expressions and gestures. She is well-balanced emotionally, after so many years of trying to keep her emotions under control, and as such she is quite adaptable and calm. At first glance most would consider her reserved and demure, though this is not actually the case. She has many vices, not the least of which is a mischievous streak. She's playful and likes to tease, though she draws a hard line at anything that might cause harm. She's also extremely indulgent when it comes to physical pleasures, such as food and skinship. Nayeni prefers the finer things in life, having been sheltered from most hardships. At the same time, she is acutely aware of the danger she poses, and takes the safety of others extremely seriously. Lastly, due to her naivety, she is not one to question authority or The Way Things Are, and is blindly loyal.
Political Opinion ↠ Nayeni is fiercely loyal to her people and has a hard time forgiving those who have hurt them. As one of the towns in her duchy was destroyed by Corthyr, she holds a terrible grudge against them in particular. Generally, she is quick to blame any kingdom the moment she sees any damage they have caused to her people.
Biography ↡
In the very way a skilled opera singer can shatter glass with the right note, so too can the Arioso family's voices cause irreparable damage. The bloodline's abilities are far from glamorous, but their influence on the battlefield was what earned them a duchy many generations ago. Outside of war, the Ariosos' interests lie in making use of their unusually powerful voices - namely, in the art of opera.
Nayeni was the first of her generation to be born, and therefore was destined to eventually take over as the duchess. However, fate had a different plan for her. While she inherited the same power as the rest of her family, her abilities manifested much earlier than normal. She was only three years old when the first incident occurred; during an otherwise typical toddler meltdown, her screeching turned subsonic. Her nanny, who had been trying to assuage her, received the brunt of the blast; at such close range, the blood vessels in her eyes burst immediately, blinding her, and she very nearly lost her hearing. Nayeni's parents were horrified, partly due to the damage - but also because they now had the very difficult task of keeping a young child from never screaming again.
From then on, it was all hands on deck. Nayeni was spoiled rotten to keep her from throwing tantrums, and her parents did their best to teach her to stay quiet at all times. They were so busy with her, and so terrified that they would run into the same problem with any other children, that they resolved to never have another. As soon as Nayeni was old enough to understand, her parents sat her down and explained the situation very seriously to her. However, she was still too young to not be absolutely terrified of what she was capable of. In her mind, the only way to keep everyone safe... was to not speak at all. Instead, she began to learn sign language, so that she would not have to make a sound.
Aside from that, she had a very normal childhood as a duchess. She received a top tier education, and never wanted for anything. Seeing as she could not sing, her parents arranged lessons for her to practice with every time of instrument imaginable - only for her to show a truly remarkable lack of talent for each and every one. Young Nayeni was envious of those who did have talent - whether it be for an instrument or singing or, well, anything. She was amazed by music's ability to influence emotions, even when not backed with supernatural power. It was not until her early teens that she found something she could do - and that was dance. It was the closest thing to making music that she was capable of, and she loved every moment of it.
At any rate, even in her sheltered life, Nayeni could not escape the effects of the war that raged on. When the town for which her family was named was razed to the ground, the tone shifted dramatically. Suddenly every able-bodied Arioso was headed for the frontlines, ready and willing to fight for their kingdom with the very power Nayeni could not use. Not all of them returned, and with every new notice of a lost relative, Nayeni's guilt only grew. She didn't understand why she couldn't go herself, when there was no need to be careful if she were facing down enemies. But her parents refused to allow her to leave, claiming she was too young, that she wouldn't be able to make a difference. Deep down, they simply did not want to lose their only daughter.
Eventually, the war finally ended, and it was time for Nayeni to figure out what to do next. Her few attempts at gaining control over her voice throughout the years had always ended in (literal) bloodshed, and she was beginning to fear she'd never be successful. To make matters worse, her parents announced that her mother was pregnant - their last shot at producing a sufficient heir, considering her mother's advanced age. The thought terrified Nayeni - because if she could not get it together, if her little sister or brother ended up more successful than she was - what would that mean for her? And for her hopes of repairing their broken duchy?
Then opportunity came knocking: she'd been invited to attend a special sort of academy - one where she could learn alongside royalty from all of the other nations. Nayeni could not understand how she was supposed to do that, when they had been enemies for so long. But she also knew this might be her last shot at finally learning to control her power, as well as how to become a proper duchess. And so, with a heavy but hopeful heart, she packed her bags and left.
Likes ↡
dancing
the spa
silk fabrics
chocolate
jewelry
having fun
music (obv)
Dislikes ↡
her own ineptitude
miscommunication
holding back laughter
sad things
spicy or sour foods
bugs
getting dirty
Misc. Info ↡
While Nayeni prefers a more freeform style of dance, she has had experience with many others and enjoys learning new styles.
Her speech color is #bfc59.
Her Pinterest board can be found here.
Theme Songs ↠ Whisper by The Dear Hunter
Username ↠ Yokka
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Posted: Fri Mar 14, 2025 4:47 pm
Kingdom ↠ Musique
Position ↠ Duke
Full Name ↠ Thokozani Mphatso Chikumbutso Kondwani Alinafe
Nickname ↠ Thoko
Age ↠ 20
Birthday ↠ April 20th
Height ↠ 5'3"
Weight ↠ 119lbs
Powers ↡
Empathetic Speech - Using his voice, Thokozani is able to project thoughts and feelings into the minds of the people around him. This can manifest in people feeling what he wants them to or as people doing as he says exactly. While he has a mastery over his power and can feel when the magic coats his tongue, if he is too emotional sometimes it can trigger when he does not intend for it to.
Musical Touch - Thokozani is able to to touch objects and make them begin to sing. This is not a power he uses frequently, but it is something he could do.
Personality ↡
Despite his young age, Thoko has a sense of wisdom to him. He is worldly and well spoken in a way that only someone who has traveled to the far corners of each kingdom would be. His monotone voice lending itself to this perception. Despite this there is a part of him that is still rash and excitable, taking enjoyment in small thrills and flirting. He is extremely confident in himself and his appearance. On some level he fears his own powers, but actively puts out of his mind the extent of what they can do.
Political Opinion ↠ Because of his role as an envoy in the war, trying to stop skirmishes from breaking out and into the borders of Musique, Thoko has seen much of the world. And what he had seen had not impressed him, believing stereotypes such as the people of Funkazan have short tempers and the people of Winduria are flighty.
Biography ↡
Hailing from a small duchy in northern Musique, Thokozani was the third child of duchess Tokondwa. It was late in the evening when he was born, but that did not stop the celebration that ensued for the duchess successfully making it through birth and granting life to a new child. While there was some disappointment upon his birth that he was not a girl, yet it would not be a match for the disappointment that his family would suffer when he first learned to speak. The lisp that graced his tongue was more than enough reason for the resentment of his household to filter down onto his shoulders. His grandmother, Dalisto, made a judgement as the matriarch of the family - known as the Maestra in their region - that he would learn to speak without shame. And so his tutelage under the nuns of Alla Armoniosa began.
For years he would be sent away to the remote temple, taken under the wing of a little orphan girl there. They were similar, after all, and the nuns found it only natural that the little boy with a lisp would gravitate to the little girl with a stutter. She taught him many things. Such as how to speak slowly not to trip over his words and how to embroider. While Thoko could not join in songs, he did find himself drawn to instruments, learning how to play them little by little under the nuns as he learned to dispel the 'curse' that he was born with.
He was only able to visit his sisters when he asked. No one seemed to know why they allowed it at a child's request. Not at first anyway. Slowly it started to dawn on them exactly what his power was and just how little control he had over it. As soon as they realized word was sent out to Dalisto as they began to teach him how to control the magic that coated his tongue. His new power and the ability to control it was exactly what his grandmother needed. Oratorio, the capital of their duchy, was only so far from the border after all. They needed more protection than most duchies. Not only that, but Musique was not exactly known for having the most powerful armies. They needed someone to weasel their way into enemy territory without getting hurt, someone who could talk down armies from invading. The Maestra would not let this boon slip through her fingers.
Once it was decided that the child had soaked up everything he could from the nuns, Thokozani was returned home for good at the age of nine. From here on he would learn public speaking and politics, how to make nice and use his powers to save people. Or, that was the line his grandmother fed him. His parents were unable to intervene, the elderly woman was still the duchess, the Maestra. Her will was law in Oratorio. And so he was kept under the thumb of Dalisto where she could best sharpen him into a weapon of her own. When he was fourteen she had decided that Thoko had enough training. It was time to put his power to the test. Time to test how well he could keep skirmishes out of their duchy. She took him with her to an armistice meeting with Corthyr.
Everything went wrong. Well, not according to Dalisto. After all, they left Oratorio alone. Instead they shifted their focus, invading Arioso instead. Guilt had wracked him, knowing that he could have prevented any attack at all if he had just been more specific. The cherry on top? His oldest sister, Pilirani, had been in the army for a handful of years at this point. She had been stationed nearby when word of the attack echoed through the countryside. Defecting his sister had disobeyed orders to ride into the city, trying to help save any she could. And for that, she paid with her life. The dishonor of her death had her stricken from the family tree as if she had never existed. When asked his family was to respond that the second oldest, Fatsani, was always the Alinafe heir. Swept under the rug as the Maestra loved to do with her loose ends.
Whether this was the first time that Thokozani questioned his grandmother's goals or not? He couldn't say. But it was the time that stuck. Small rebellions began, starting with growing out and maintaining his hair to match how Pilirani would wear hers when she was still living. He also became more thorough in his words, doing his best to protect all of Musique as his grandmother sent him out across the world to keep armies from invading their little duchy. While she could not go with him, he was given a retinue of guards to watch over him and keep him on his leash in her stead.
And so he spent the next five years, traveling around and begging armies to turn their priorities elsewhere. During this time he ran into the little monk girl who had taught him how to control his lisp. When she told him what had happened to the temple he had cherished so much, he had cried. Then when he could weep no more, he asked her to tattoo him. There was an old prayer they had been taught, one that was meant to bring peace to the dead as a promise to let their names be sung out forever more. It was a promise he had inked into his skin, wanting to remember the nuns who raised him, the people he doomed in Arioso, and his cherished sister, Pilirani.
Then the war ended. With little use for him at the moment, his grandmother had Thoko delivered home. There was the big question of what to do now. How to continue on from here loomed heavy over everyone. When Utopia was announced, Thoko was pushed into it. This was just another way for Dalitso to claw for more power using his voice. And this time it was in a way that he could shut down without her guards looming overhead.
Likes ↡
❖ Jewelry
❖ Pomegranate
❖ Embroidery
❖ Fruity teas
❖ Playing drums
❖ Dancing
❖ Strong women
❖ Wearing fine clothing, regardless of intended gender
Dislikes ↡
❖ His grandmother
❖ Speaking, especially in situations where he cannot think his replies through
❖ Using his compulsion
❖ Loosing his temper
❖ Deception, either having to be deceptive or someone using it against him
❖ Not knowing enough about a situation
Misc. Info ↡
Thoko has a lisp. The temple worked with him for years and it is not noticeable in his speech when he is calm and collected, but he does occasionally slip up when his mouth gets ahead of his mind.
While he would never admit it out loud given the choice, his power frightens him. There is too much he is able to do without a second thought and the idea that he could cause another instance of mass destruction with his own carelessness.
Thoko has a tattoo on his ribcage of an Alla Armoniosa prayer. He got it from the monk he knew as a child in tribute to the loss of the temple, his sister, and his mistake in Arioso. His family do not know about the tattoo.
Pilirani looked very similar to Thokozani, their hair almost the exact same shade and color. Now that she is gone, he keeps his hair long as a tribute to her. From the back, they can easily be mistaken for each other. This is something his grandmother does not like, but it's such a minor rebellion that she does not fight him on it.
Theme Songs ↠ Link a motivation song here (Optional)
Username ↠ Kumako Shock
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