Romdeau Application
Player Information
Name: Anthony
Personal Journal: remorsefuitears
Instant Message: Yoite Papa
Email Address: RavenPrince_Mytho@yahoo.com
Any other characters in the rp?: Daedalus Yumeno, Yoite
Character Information
Name: Mytho (Prince Siegfried Fischbacher)
Canon series: Princess Tutu
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Personality: Overall, Mytho is a kind hearted person and cares about the well being of others. He's self-sacrificing and loves everything in the world around him, both human and animals equally. He would never hesitate to defend the weak or injured, even at the expense of losing his life. With what little emotions he has, it's hard for him to understand what is truly best for him, not being an independent thinker.
With Fakir and Rue always dictating his best intentions to him, he's remained passive to please them. He's dedicated and passionate to the things he loves, like the arts, ballet and humanity. He's a good listener, always takes advise from his instructors and is willing to learn new things.
The arrival of new emotions starts shifting Mytho's once set personality and causes concern in both Fakir and Rue, trying to prevent the story from restarting again. He starts associating positive feelings with Tutu, because of her help and eventually falls in love with her. Sometimes not understanding what he is feeling, Mytho can stick to one emotion or seem curious when trying to understand himself.
Character appearance: Mytho's appearance is that of timelessness, in all honestly. Being the Prince from an old fairy tale called "The Prince and the Raven," one would assume he wasn't restricted to natural human laws, such as physical aging. Standing around five foot five, he's quite slender and has proportional limbs to match his body. His skin is that of a natural golden glow. He has wide golden brown orbs that stare out at the world curiously from a set of thick black lashes and soft, curly white hair that frames his cheek bones.
In canon, his Kinkan Academy uniform is that of a long sleeved white shirt, a white corvette, white dress pants, white boots and a blue school jacket with white trim along the front and sleeves.
During ballet classes, he usually wears a white shirt tucked into a pair of black ballet tights, with white socks and white ballet shoes.
There are times where he is seen without the school jacket, his shirt unbuttoned and blowing in the wind. One particular scene, he had only a white dress shirt on for pajamas and was wearing no pants with them.
He has a few other outfits, like episode thirteen's Swan Lake, first season finale. He was dressed in a purple and white tunic, with white tights and ballet shoes.
The Raven Prince in season two normally appears wearing a black body suit, with grey gloves and matching boots of the same material. Along the sleeves and the waist are black raven feather details. To top off his outfit, he had a small silver crown that rest upon his head.
The last and final outfit he wears in canon in episode 26, is that of the Prince Siegfried like in the ballet Swan Lake. He wears a multi-patterned tunic of blue and purple, with white swan feathers along the sleeves, with a white flowing cape behind him. He also wears white tights, white ballet shoes and a golden crown upon his head, hence the "Prince" title.
In canon Raison D'etre: To become the Prince again and seal away the Raven.
Brief canon history: Mytho is the main character in the fairy tale story, "The Raven and the Prince." Within the story, there was a knight that vowed to protect his prince, but was consumed by fear and was slain in battle. For years, the war between the Prince and the Raven raged on, eventually ending with the Prince shattering his own heart and sealing the Raven monster away. When the writer of the story mysteriously died, the tale was unfinished and the Raven somehow escaped to the real world, where the Prince followed.
Ageless and without emotion, the Prince wandered the world until one day he was found by a boy named Fakir, who vowed to protect him and coincidentally happened to be the knight reincarnated. He bestowed the nickname "Mytho" onto the prince and from that day forward, never left his side.
In his early teens, Fakir enrolled both of them at Kinkan Crown Academy, where they joined the ballet division and over time, made it to the advanced ballet class. Though Fakir was over protective, and at times over bearing of Mytho, he had good intentions. Mytho was considered a doll, and another classmate of his named Rue fell in love with him. She also met Mytho when he was the Prince wandering around and joined the academy in attempts to become closer to him. Around campus, they had the reputation as being the top two dancers, best paired up and even romantically dating.
Things were fine until a duck named Ahiru desired to become human and with the help of Drosselmeyer the magician, had her wish granted and joined the academy to become closer to Mytho as well. Being given the part of Princess Tutu from the story, she was destined to help the Prince regain his heart shards, but never allowed to confess her love for him, or she'd disappear into specks of light. A troublesome burden she kept to herself, as she accepted her fate and helped Mytho start regaining his heart back. Successfully, he had acquired six emotions before a tragic event set him crawling back into the emotionless facade he possessed before.
With the arrival of Princess Kraheu and her possessive love for Mytho, she interfered with Tutu's search for the heart shards and even kidnapped Mytho, poisoning his heart with blood from the raven in an attempt to make him only hers. It was this final show down between Kraheu and Tutu that vaguely remembered, having been subconscious until the very end when Tutu's paux de paux captured his attention and awoke him from the spell he was under.
Romdeau History
Occupation: Student
Social Class: Middle class
What their current Raison D'etre is: To love all and to be loved by everyone in the world.
1st person sample post: They said school might be adjurned early today, due to the growing confusion in the middle of the city. People have been acting strangely, but I haven't seen anything strange. Is it becoming that dangerous for us to live here? I wonder... if we'll soon be evacuating the city...
Do we have somewhere else to go? I don't really have a home...
This all sounds scary... I hope no one has gotten hurt... I don't want.. people to suffer.
3rd person sample post: Dim lighting, hues of blue and white covering the entire area of the courtyard, a white gazebo laying off to the side in peace. A young man with black hair tied back in a pony tail appeared, wearing a cape flowing behind him in the faint blowing breeze rusting the area of trees that lay watching, the only audience to a masterpiece in the making. A girl with black hair, in a high bun with a black feather sticking out of it stood off to the side. Her tutu was made of the raven's feathers, her eyes sparkling the color of blood laced with malice. To the center, a girl with orange hair in and a crown stood, hands outstretched with a kind smile reflected in her orbs like sparkling water. Her tutu was that of silvery swan feathers. Three strangers, all very differently dressed, to match their intentions. They all seemed to have a purpose and they seemed to know his name.
Rolling over onto his side, his brows furrowed as he tried to concentrate on the bizarre dream unfolding. "Do it, Mytho! Do it!" cried the dark haired boy, tossing his mask to the cobblestone steps beneath his booted feet. "Pierce your heart!"
"No, don't listen to him! Mytho! Remember your true self!" cried the girl dressed like a swan. "He's only trying to trick you!"
"Don't listen to either of them, Prince. They are only here to distract you and fill you with their lies. Come, the Raven is waiting for us!" Called the crow like female, taking a grasp of his wrist. Golden orbs glanced up to her face, her eyes widening slightly at the look embedded in his features. "Mytho..."
"Hurry up and do it, Mytho! Before the Raven seduces you!"
"Noooooo, don't listen to him, please! You have to gain back your heart shards! You have to become the Prince again!"
So many words, so many conflicting emotions all at once. The looks their eyes, the spirit in their voices. The intentions that so clearly lie on their sleeves. He frowned, turning over again. "Mytho!" "Mytho!" "Mytho!" They kept calling, begging him, commanding him, pleading with him... who were they? How did they know his name? He was so confused and felt so helpless. Once again lifting the sword, he repositioned it towards his heart and closing his eyes, leaned forward toward the blade. "Nooooo, Mythooooo!" came the girlish, high pitched voice that rang clearly in his ears as daylight.
"...Tutu..." Bolting up in his bed, wide golden orbs stared endlessly, unfocused into the darkness. One hand went automatically towards his heart and began clutching the fabric that hang loosely off his lithe form. What exactly was going on? Shoulders heaving, he tried to control his breathing. "Why... do I feel I know you... from... a dream... some how..."