Voicer: Me~! (Edgy)
UTAU Project/Group: None.
WIP or Complete? ACT1
Age and/or Debut Date: 18, 9/8/10
Weight: 150 lbs.
Character Item: French Fries.
Relationships: Kyokune Yuri (Father, deceased), Kyokune-Chibara Rei (Mother, deceased), Kyokune Kenichi (Uncle, missing, presumed dead), Kyokune-Taiyoune Emi (Aunt, deceased), Kyokune Setsuna (Cousin), Chikako Hana (Friend/Inspiration.), Arimane Kimi (Judge/Godmother)
Brief Physical Description: Long violet hair frames his pale face, his hot pink eyes seem to stare into the soul. His voice is low when speaking normally, and when singing, his bass tenor voice touches the heart. He dresses in gothic and semi-gothic clothes.
Personality: Dark and mysterious.
History/Backstory: When born, Kyokune Seimei was the pride and joy of his parents. At age 5, Seimei began to sing along with anything that had a tone. His father would play the piano, while his mother sang, and Seimei would sing along with her to the best of his abilities. They finally realized their son's talent at age 8, when he had entered a local talent show, and took first place by singing his own song, "Kokoro no Uta", or "Song of the Heart."
Misfortune seemed to smile on him during this time, because that night, after the talent show, his mother had decided to order out for the biggest meal they'd had in a while. Upon delivery and feasting, Seimei retired for the night while the sounds of his mother and father's music seemed to resonate in his dreams. Their singing soon turned to screams, however. Twin resounding bangs silenced the two forever. The sounds of rushing cars, the visions of flashing lights, the loud whooping of sirens awoke the dreaming Seimei. He ran downstairs, finding his father slumped over the piano, deep crimson life flowing out of his lifeless body and onto the ivory keys beneath him. His mother was lying on the floor, the same life draining slowly from a wound in the side of her head. Seimei tried to push past the men in blue, but they were much bigger than he was. He screamed at them to let him go, to let him see his parents. The EMTs tried to explain to Seimei that both of his parents had passed on, but Seimei wouldn't hear it. Everything was such a blur, then, people moving much too fast for him to keep up.
For a solid week, he spent his days in an orphanage, his own, personal hell. Many of the kids pestered him about his violet locks and singing, saying horrible things to him about every imaginable thing. Some of them even beat him if he would so much as begin a song, sometimes even to the point of unconsciousness. The mistress, too, heckled him about his religion, saying that he needed to trust God and his ways, and about how Jesus died on the cross for him, and she told him the songs he sang were a disgrace to the orphanage. How could they, any of them...? How could they do this...? He had just lost his parents, and now he had to put up with this...? Singing was the one thing that kept him connected to his parents, and now they were trying to take that away too?
The happiest time he had in that place was when a knock came at the door, and he saw a man dressed in a long, black coat, carrying a briefcase. The mistress of the orphanage asked him over, and she signed something and handed it over to the man in the black coat, who knelt down to be eye level with Seimei, his gentle eyes looking into the hurt ones that belonged to Seimei. The man told him that he would be leaving this place to go live with his uncle. It had been years since Seimei had seen his uncle, and from what he had remembered, he drank...a lot. Shaking the thoughts of the bad that was sure to come, he merely focused on the older-modeled car, climbing into the passenger's seat as it sped away from his hometown.
His uncle's house was large, much like his parents' had been. He didn't know what his uncle did for a living, but he must be successful to live in such a large house. Seimei picked up his suitcase, walking up to the front door, staring at the intricate designs on the frosted glass. His uncle came to the door when he heard the doorbell, swearing loudly. He welcomed Seimei into the house, telling him that he was just in time for dinner. The surprised Seimei sat down across from his aunt, finding a plate of food immediately in front of him. Finally, a decent meal. Maybe things wouldn't be so bad for him after all, or so he thought.
That night, as he ascended the staircase to his room, he passed by a music room. He walked past it, setting his suitcase outside of the room he was told would be his, and then looked around the large room. There were several marvelous paintings adorned in gold frames that lined the walls, a full harp sitting on the immediate right of the entrance, while the far left corner held a cello, but the most remarkable view was that of the center of the room, beholding a grand piano. Seeing this only brought the visuals of that terrible night when he lost his parents. Everything that had happened to him all came rushing back at once. He sat on the stool at the piano, pulled his knees up to his chest, and just cried, finally letting everything go. His uncle stumbled into the room, drunker than any person he'd ever seen. His uncle watched him cry for a while before walking over and slapping him across the top of his head, screaming at him about how weak he was for crying and showing his emotions. His uncle even went so far as to call him a Woman. The rest of the night is a blank spot in Seimei's memory, deciding that it was better for it to be forgotten.
From the ages of 9 to 14, Seimei lived with his uncle, enduring every injustice done to him, the beatings...they still haunt him to this day. He had made the mistake of singing once more, and his uncle nearly beat him into a coma. His voice slowly got deeper and deeper, but it also got raspy and hoarse. He was raped only once, that he remembered, by his uncle, but that was the final straw. On the day of his birthday, his uncle had gotten drunk, as he had every night, and he beat Seimei, as he had almost every night. Seimei had asked if he could go into the music room to see that piano once again. His uncle had kept the room locked since his first night there. That was where it happened. Seimei remembered almost passing out from the immense pain he was in, but his aunt had pulled his uncle off of him, and began to act violently toward him for laying a hand on him. He wondered if his cousin, Setsuna, had to go through this as well? He felt sick, and then he heard a loud bang. He was back home, in his house, seeing his parents getting shot, but this time, there was only one round fired. He looked up to see his aunt fall to the ground and then his uncle looked down on him, spitting in his face and taking off in his car. The flashing lights, whooping sirens, and screeching tires were back once again.
He was back in the courtroom, staring down the judge. The judge was about to send him back to the orphanage, but when Seimei pleaded not to be sent back there, the judge thought for a moment before deciding to take him under her wing. Seimei was unsure about this decision, but decided it couldn't get any worse. The judge and his relationship was equivalent to that of business partners in the beginning, just a passing "Hello" and "Goodbye." Seimei finally got to where he could go out and come back whenever he wanted to. The judge had bought him a cell phone, a computer, and an iPod all within the time span of about six months. He became acquainted with a small coffee joint just down the street from where the judge lived. He became familiar with this place, primarily for one reason, it had open mic nights on Fridays.
After living with the judge for 4 years now, Seimei was a completely different person. He had picked up smoking, something he wished he'd never done, but when the judge offered, he didn't refuse when she said it might help calm his nerves, as it did hers. He had developed relations with the coffee house owner, most of the patrons, and even the people who came up to read poetry or sing songs every Friday. However, this Friday, there was a new act. He turned and spoke to the owner of the house, asking who the person was. The woman behind the counter fetched a clipboard, pulling a pen down from over her ear, before she read off a name, "Hana Chikako..." She said, her and Seimei turning to the stage to see what Hana could do. The boy(?) seemed nervous, visibly shaking. He looked at the coffee house owner, then back to Hana as the song "Standing In Your Way" began over the speakers. Hana introduced himself, and then began to sing in a voice almost too high to believe. Seimei had heard this song before, and he began to mouth the words to it, something he had to do since he was afraid that if he sang, he would be shunned. As he mouthed the words, he listened to Hana.
When Hana was finished, Seimei went home, sitting up in his room and thinking about his life, where he had been, and where he was now. He walked over to his CD player, and began to mouth a song, "Last Night, Good Night." If that boy(?) could do it...then he knew for a fact that he would be able to. He took a gentle lean as his stance, and he looked at himself in the mirror. "You are strong..." He told himself as the chorus of the song poured from his mouth.
Seimei practiced day and night, trying to perfect any little mistake he found in his voice. Nowadays, the ones who shunned him before had welcomed his singing into their lives. Seimei thought nonstop about the bravery Hana had, and finding the talent that lurked within himself and getting up on that stage. In reality, Seimei had wanted to get up on that stage that night, but he knew that he would soon have his chance.
That chance came the following open mic night. He had "Last Night, Good Night" queued up, and he listened closely for every rise and fall of the notes, looking out over the crowd and finding Chikako Hana. Seimei spoke before the song began, "My name is Kyokune Seimei, and I want to dedicate this song to my inspirator, Chikako Hana..." Since that night in the coffee house, Seimei has been here and there, performing what he can, where he can. One day, he thought, he would sing alongside of Chikako Hana...
Voicebank Link: Available as of 2:48 AM on 9/16/2010
Wikia Entry Link: [TBA]
Voice Samples: Seimei's 4Shared folder, containing all of his songs, and soon, his voicebank. :3
[Anybody wanna give him some colour? I'd be grateful~! ^^ If you do, use my avatar for colour reference.]
Side note: I am a full time college student, and I do this in my recreational down-time. I didn't have time to go through and perfect Seimei's OTO, so if anyone would be willing to help with that, PLEASE PM me. Thanks~!! ^^
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