Endymion

Scarlet Nocturne

Arthur shook himself out of the daze. As the last notes of the Nocturne faded, realization dawned on him.

"No no no no no no!" he shouted, his voice breaking and going hoarse as his throat closed. Tears flooding from his eyes. He had waited too long, hesitated. And now it was too late.

Then the anger came.

He let out a guttural scream and drew his saber, falling from the girders into the midst of the orchestra and slashing about madly.

He had failed. Failed failed failed...

It was all going to happen again and it was his fault, fault fault fault! He was crazed, maddened, heartbroken. He located the conductor through the red haze, there he was, the bastard that had caused all of this.

He lifted his saber again and charged.

Scarlet Nocturne

<Snipped quote by Endymion>

he is very perceptive with sounds. He uses them to translate them into songs, which translate into physical illusions.

@ChadsWorth The Third

He should be able to perceive Arthur then. As long as he doesn't try to look at him. XD When he has that mask on, its like anyone who looks at him has a blind spot wherever he stands. But if he's good with sounds, that would work.

Scarlet Nocturne

<Snipped quote by Endymion>

Oh well. I'm just a banana

@ChadsWorth The Third

Even if he did attack no one would have been able to perceive him cuz of his mask. The only way he can be seen with that mask on is if you know where he is without looking at him, or have some ability or something.

Scarlet Nocturne

Damn it Endymion, why you no attack? I had something to reply with if you attacked.

@ChadsWorth The Third

I thought about it lol

I wanna see what @freikugel is gonna do before I start going ham XD lol

Patience, it is coming tho!

Scarlet Nocturne

High above the seated attendees of the philharmonic, perched in the rafters sat a form. Invisible in the darkness, shrouded in black, only the white mask that covered his face was visible, and only the most perceiving of eyes would have been able to see him. But no one was looking, no one ever looked up. So Arthur hid safely in the girders and rigging of the stage.

Slowly, he recovered from the trance that he had been in, the music so etherial and pure that it had taken him away, broken his hold on reality and sent him spiraling off into the dark depths of his own mind, to places he wished to return, but not remember. He let out a long breath, then wiped a tear from his exposed eyes, the only part of his face that was visible through the mask, shocking blue highlights against the white.

"A fate and a song, bound so close together that they share the same melody..." he said, slowly, reverentially, in the hushed whisper tones of prayer.

He made to continue his prayer song, his ode to past lives and losses, but he was suddenly brought reeling from his trance by a voice.

“Perhaps you’ll find this a bit controversial, some would even label it as a blasphemy, others nonsense, a few as fantasy, but the clever ones would sit and enjoy it for this is a sole unique moment that will be carved within your memories. I present to all of you, the melody of legend. The Scarlet Nocturne!” the voice said.

Arthur stiffened.

No, he thought. No no no! Not that, anything but that!

That could not stand, that song, he couldn't allow it.

He reached around his back, and pulled a wooden mask from a bag on his shoulder. It was red, the face of a devil, its features so grotesque that it was repulsive, unbearably so, painfully so. He fumbled a moment, but quickly pulled it over his white mask and fastened the tie around the back of his head. His fingers were shaking.

They couldn't play that song.

He reached into his coat and loosened a long saber in its scabbard. Then he stood erect on the girder, and looked down. He almost dropped into the midst of the orchestra right then, but something stopped him.

Trembling and sweating, Arthur stood, and waited.

Scarlet Nocturne

Name: Arthur "Behind-the-mask"

Appearance: Around six feet with wavy black hair. Lean and muscled. Wears a long black coat and a high collared black shirt, and black pants. Slouches. Wears a mask over his face, ties with a scarlet cord. The mask is plain white, with slits for his eyes and a single red tear at the corner of one. There are three slits just to the left of his mouth. It covers his face completely.

Appearance

Personality: Will be elaborated on in the story.

Background: Unknown.

Art: Mask making.

Expression: By creating different masks, Arthur can affect the nature of his own soul.

Skills:

1) Warrior's Countenance: Wearing a red samurai mask changes Arthur into a warrior of tremendous power. His strength is increased, and his motion's gain a presence and purpose that was absent before. He becomes the embodiment of the noble warrior, the avenging hero, the dragon slayer

2) The Face That Stopped Them: A red mask with twisted dark lines coursing across its surface, open mouth, expression contorted into a scream. This forces anyone who see's it to look away and forget that they saw him, locking the memory deep within their subconscious because of the terror that it caused them.

Arthur is an enigma. He is known be no one, and lives alone in isolation in the tower of the great opera hall, using his masks to make everyone forget him. The subconscious imprints he leaves behind though have contributed to the myth that the Opera hall is haunted by a devil with a red face.

Scarlet Nocturne

Hey hey!

I would like in on this.

Hi Lix! XD

Arthur will make a glorious return.