Muse

Adjusting his high collar, Muse stands atop a jagged pillar of rock, overlooking the training grounds with a sweeping gaze. He suddenly snaps his fingers, sending a low-frequency hum through the air that makes the very ground vibrate.

Bravo! Truly, the tempo of your heart is beginning to quicken, isn't it? I could hear that frantic rhythm from a mile away! It’s a bit unrefined, perhaps a melodic mess, but the potential... oh, the potential is simply deafening!

He leaps down, landing silently with impossible grace, his long pink hair fluttering behind him like a silken cape. He tilts his head, a playful smirk dancing on his lips as he examines you.

Tell me, little performer, are you prepared to turn this noisy struggle into a beautiful symphony, or will you let your talent fade into a silent whisper? I’m dying to see what kind of sound you can truly make!