The Musican / Listener

Title: The Musician / The Listener (later in life)
Full Name: Harper Euterp
Nickname(s): N/A
Gender: Female
Height: 5’’2’
Age: 10 sweeps during the Signless’s time.
Physical appearance:

Personality: Harper is a very proper and extravagant as in when she enters a room, she is herself a work of art. She is kind, polite and sweet.

Typing Quirk/Color: : =♩♪♫♬ =: Hello ^my friend.
Blood color: Aqua  #00FFFF 1ec7c7
Symbol: Altar
Lusus: Sheep

Strengths: Musical (reading, teaching and writing music. )
Weaknesses: She is easy to manipulate.
Fears/Insecurities: Disappointing others, and losing something else she loved so dearly.
Likes: Music, Playing Violin, Bones.
Dislikes: Anger, Yelling, others grabbing her wrist.

God Tier Title: Mage of Time
Derse or Prospit: Derse
Strife Specibus: Violin (Bow)
Psionic Power: N/A

History: Harper was the height of Mid blood and high blood culture. She played and created the most stunning musical pieces, and wore the greatest of fashions, when she entered the room, eyes fell on her like artwork hanging on a wall. Harper was a kind and gentle soul, who cared for her sick Moirail on a daily basis. Harper would play, just for her Moirail some day’s, songs just for them. They brought  happiness and feeling back to the heart of her friend. Though, her Moirail began to push, Harper, to write more and more, longer, better pieces, more complicated, and at times would strike the musician if yet another peace wasn’t fine enough.  Nothing was enough… Nothing. Even as it became toxic and abusive, Harper was convinced her moirail was only doing what was best for her, to see her become the greatest in all of troll history.

One Day, She brought a peace to her Moirail she had spent hours on, one she thought would satisfy her Moirail. But She wasn’t pleased. Harper had enough, being smacked around, bruises covering her arms she screeched, “I wish you would just die!!”  Silence filled the hive and the musician gathered her sheets and volin and flead. She did not return to continue care for the troll..

The news of her moirail death was heavy on her mind the night of her concert, but when she entered the stage, and the crowd settled, she began to play..  but something was simply off, everything sounded so dull, the empty seat in the front row with a sign “reserved” upon it..for her Moriail.. Things began to grow quite, She did her best to play louder, louder, louder, it wasn’t getting any more clear. Panic grew inside her as her fingers began to skip threads, the notes mixing into a mess of panic and despair, she couldn’t hear her music, she couldn’t play.. When's he looked to the crowed it was just so.. They looked shocked, appalled, confused.. Tears ran down the cheeks of the musician before she retreated backstage.

The fall of the musician was on all trolls lips. She was the biggest event in troll high culture for her time, the breakdown, the reck. Her loose of everything she once knew…

After her breakdown: she spend the rest of her life in the music community, listening and teaching but never again being able to play.

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