The Sound Of Silence

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The Sound Of Silence

The sound of music has been one that man contemplate as a source of connection between all humankind, as if music, in itself, calls people to join together in one flurry of sound. That connection drives me to create this storybook.

Plot:

Basically, I am trying to create an orchestra of people from all over the world. Your character can play any instrument from the list below, be of any nationality, and yeah. The idea is that this is a very prestigious group of musicians, ones that the world has never seen the likes of before. I want to show some of the rocker side, some punk, some street. Create a clash of music that is grand and yet silent because it is music of words.

So yeah, basically, create a character with a specific personality and give them some interesting traits. Some of this and that and show us a different person. Maybe not the 'classic' musician but give us a history of why they may have been chosen for this group.

This plotline takes place in the bustling city of New York, but that may change if relevant to how the plotline may or may not move.

Characters:

Okay, so I am being a little strict on this section because I don't want to have any repeats. What I need is:

Necessary (The ones in red have not been claimed)

-Bass Player

-Guitarist

-Cello Player

-Violinist

-Drummer

-Saxiphone Player

-Flute player

Unnecessary:

~Harp Player

~Clarinet Player

~Oboe

~Trumpet Player

Profile:

Please, when signing up a character, write this specific information :D.

Name: (Last name then first)
Age:
Gender:
Nationality:
Instrument:
(Make sure it is not already claimed)
Appearance: (Pictures are acceptable)
Personality:
History:
Other:


Rules:

-No God-modding. This does not include, though, extraordinary skills at instruments.
-There is love throughout this bit so please keep it under PG-13.
-Very little swearing is allowed.
-No killing off someones character without their permission (which I highly doubt you would)
-Be realistic. This is a normal day storybook.

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My own character is this:

Name: Kiyoshi, Fuyuhiro (Name meaning the wise and generous winter (Hiro for short))

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Nationality: Japanese

Instrument: Piano

Appearance:
This is him!
He has black hair and dark brown eyes. Paler skin and usually wears hoodies so and large headphones.

Personality: He's very quiet and usually keeps to himself. Is often shy and stays away from people but when his fingers hit the piano keys everything he feels spills into the room. He uses his instruments to express what he cannot say.

History: Hiro grew up in the sprawling city of Tokyo with his father Kiyoshi Kazuhiro. His mum died when he was young, but she left a legacy in which he fufilled throughout his strange childhood. Since his father was the owner of a large corporation, Hiro was often left with sitters and nannies who would watch him from afar as many tutors would expand his learning. Between cram school and late night study sessions, Hiro found his only enjoyment in the piano which he was only allowed to play for an hour a day. By the time he turned 16 he had mastered Beethovens 23 sonata and was constantly sneaking away from his studies. One night, when his father came home early, he heard Hiro playing and was shocked and bewildered. Being a business man, he knew this was not something he could pass up and quickly began publising his son. The piano became not only his passion but his job. In less then a year he found himself in America, searching for work in the vast city of New York and that was where he found the orchestra.

Other: Up for love! Also, he's allergic to cats XD.
Last edited by Dreamwalker on Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:27 pm, edited 10 times in total.
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name: Iclisa Nadean


age: 16


gender:female

nationality: Bosnian

instrument: Violin

personality: Iclisa is shy and usally not used to the applaude of others. She is humble and alwasy say that her best music is not really great. She loves her music and used it as her own sense of comfort. She does not like to fight people and see fights and loves harmony

history: Iclisa lived during the Bosnian war and was greatly affected by the war. She ahd lost most of her relatives and was found by a french soldier on a battered street beside her dead puppy. She was trained the instrument of teh violin by him and she had cherished it greatly.

other:up for love
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I am claiming guitar.
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Since I fail at leaving YWS for more than two weeks, I shall claim drummer. :)

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I wanna claim the bass.




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*Weird, this sounds exactly like a story I had thought of two years ago on Quizilla...well count me in!*

Name: Horsestrings Glenn(still trying to get the last name changed)
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Nationality: Poland
Instrument: Cello player
Appearance: Thick, Long blonde hair, 6 feet tall, and usually looks deppressed and lonely
Personality: He is isn't Deppressed but is unusually quiet, Often blushes when around girls.
History: He keeps quiet about his history, but he carries around a picture of a little girl.
Other: Likes to smoke and read, his turn offs are Lazy people and people that take advantage of someone else.




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(I will post my profile tomorrow night, but I claim Trumpet.)
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Name: Lewis, Chloe

Age: 18

Gender: female

Nationality: Irish

Instrument: Guitar

Appearance: Image She’s shorter than average and doesn’t like it when people point this out.

Personality: She loves to be around people, because she hates being alone. Chloe is outgoing and tends to make friends very quickly. She’s extremely loyal to her friends and hates all violence. Chloe will talk when no one else will, to stem the silence, but listens better than she speaks. In the legacy of her brother, she will not turn down anyone who will ask for her help. Her biggest problem is her Irish temper.

History: Chloe was born in Ireland, but immigrated to the U.S. when she was very small so she remembers little. Growing up, her older brother, whom she practically worshiped, played guitar and his girlfriend would sing with him. All of this changed when he was killed. He was trying to do what was right in the middle of the robbery of a gas station.

She decided to learn the guitar, in her brother’s legacy. Chloe was found to have talent and learned quickly. Because this was her brother’s passion, she actually has no real passion for the guitar.

Other: up for love.
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I'm glad to see so many people claiming spots! :) Maybe this one will be greater then Loveless Dreams.. I think I should probably claim the saxiphone for Incog.

So saxiphone is not claimed for Incognito Temptation :)
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My own character is this:

Name: Athene Antemesaris

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Nationality: Greek

Instrument: You forgot oboe. How dare thee. Can I be oboe?

Appearance: Athene has shoulder length red hair that waves in neat little curls, pale, pale skin, clear blue eyes, and elegant features. She's tall and imposing, willowy and svelte. She does lack grace though, as grace rarely comes with tall. She has a strong Roman nose that suggests Roman heritage.

Personality: She is quiet, but when she speaks, people listen. She is a dreamer, she's very worldly and can speak fluent English because that seems to be the universal language. She's light and easygoing but can be impulsive and very stubborn. She has learned from life that if you want something done, you must do it yourself. (Which is not always true...) She's independent and headstrong.

History: Athene grew up in a middle class area in Salonica Greece. She inherited an oboe from a deceased relative and since none in her family were musical, she taught herself and became a wonderful self taught musician. Her family kept pushing her into their family business until she couldn't bear it any more and paved her way to America using money made from a small but popular band she played in. When she reached all traveller's destination in America, New York, she wandered around until someone let her in on the secret of the orchestra, which she has faithfully played in for some time now.

Other: Up for love.
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Here is my character:

Name: Miller Shanon

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Nationality: South African

Instrument: Bass (and a good singer)

Appearance: medium size, athletic, long black hair, green eyes, nice tanned skin from being outside allot, sporty.

Personality: Fun and outgoing, loves to laugh, her eyes sparkle when she does so, but sometimes something seems to hang over her link a shadow. Headstrong. When she plays an instrument she loses herself in the notes and forgets everything around her.

History: Her parents died when she was still a little girl, but they taught her the importance of music. She got stuck in an orphanage for 1 year until her grandma found her and moved to New York with her. Her grandma helped her with her music allot too.

Other: Up for love and friendship.


Anyone wanna be my BFF?




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Forever, yes you may be an oboe player :D
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Can I claim the flute player??
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Sure thing :D
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I know this is not on the list, but can there be a harp player? If so, I claim it.
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