The Rhapsode (imnaan's ancestor)

[V.M.P.]

Title: The Rhapsode
Full Name: Preshtor Balladic
Nickname(s): "Lazy ass" by most nobles and "a CERTAIN violet blood pirate" by a CERTAIN green blood in a ratty ass cloak
Gender: male
Height & Weight:6'0, 190 lb.
Birthdate:some month between new year and the second perigree of a sweep
Age: 727 sweeps
Physical appearance: wild zig zagged horns, and slick, thick black hair combed back, he has a formal suit for ceremonies and formal gatherings, black as the moonless night in sharp contrast the the white undershirt and silver tie, though he hangs his tie loose and without the top button done and wears sunglasses, he usually slumps over in a chair, preferably in the vaccinaty of a shady group of nobles who think they can have a private conversation in a crowded area, he gives the facade he is sleeping so that people disregard him and have looser lips.
On his off time, he performs nightly at the siren's cove, a secret club where members of all blood caste congregate, he wears a white mask and plastic fins over his regular fins to make it look fake at all times during his performances and he changes his stage costume all the time, he is a slim build, average muscle mass, not very intimidating at a glace.

Personality:though to most he appears to be a nonchalant noble in blood only, he is begrudgingly allowed to formal gatherings as a courtesy considering he is one of the only nobles not to backstab another as of yet, he is in reality a sly as fuck dude, his agenda to acquire more information at all times and find incriminating facts and dates he can use to his advantage to dethrown the Condensce, though indirectly, through song and hymn, he shall get people to grow suspicious and examine their lives as of now and demand action, he was surprised to see the sufferer pop up and beat him to the punch, this set back his plans as the execution has caused ripples of fear and submission to spread. He is cunning and scheming. He will need something really shocking to make any affect, and he searches for this everyday, he refers to this loosely when question what his angle is with, "I'm looking for my muse..."
He likes relaxing at the club and hearing the crowds roar.

Handle: instigatingDischarge
Typing Quirk/Color: same color as his blood and makes musical puns all the time, replaces F's with £ and Y's with ¥, he picks his words carefully, makes little punctuation, and depending who he's talking to he changes his syntax
Blood color: violet
Symbol: harp
Lusus: white scorpion that breathes fire

Strengths: cunning and scheming, guitar skills, not having any negative reputation with other nobles, kite flying skills, lightning resistence.
Weaknesses: nobody trust him to do anything competent and his word carries no power, he has a weakness for women and will speak about anything when you get booze through his lips, he is cowardly, willing to abandon everything when trouble strikes.
Fears/Insecurities:his true intentions being spilled.
Likes:guitar, crackers, freedom, seeing smug people fall
Dislikes: cruel treatment of a mass population, overly bright lights.
Driving force: the search for freedom of his burgundy blood brothers and sisters, and when he's on a kite, the wind.
Hobbies: wind guitaring and sleeping and scheming.

God Tier Title: Mage of Breath
Land:land of tunnels and stars.
Derse or Prospit:prospit
Weapon: Axe kind(guitar)

Describe your character in three words:revolution dreaming spy
If your character were stranded on an island and could only bring two things with them, what would they be?: a helicopter to be brought back and a drink.

If your character could change anything about themselves, what would they change?: their low will power to resist temptation.
Your character opens their fridge; what do they see?:creamsicles and luxury foods.

history: the Rhapsode failed at causing another uprising, but maybe he never expected he could, all he was successful for was composing "the ballad of suffering", having to message of liberation live through for an eternity, it is now a pledge sang daily by the sufferer's cult, an anthem. He had a venomous relationship with this green as fuck troll for an accident involving hurricane force winds, an aluminum guitar pick he was testing for sound quality, and the green man's eye, and that's why guitarist wear shades. He is known as the "emperor" of music at that age, inspiring later generations for rock and roll, some say it was from his visions of freedom and rebellion.

[Thales Nestis]

Approved~~