Voting post
Character: Mytho
Series: Princess Tutu
Character Age: Ageless, but able to pass as a middle school student
Canon: Once upon a time there was a fairy tale in which a prince and a raven were locked in combat until the storyteller died, leaving no ending. In order to seal the wicked raven away from escaping into the real world, the prince shattered his heart. However, the shards of the prince’s heart spread throughout Gold Crown Town and the barrier between fiction and reality blurred, waiting for Princess Tutu to restore the prince and finish the story. Meanwhile the world has adapted to allow roaming ghosts, talking rivers, and anthropomorphic animals as Mytho’s fellow students, including the ballet instructor, Mr. Cat, who threatens to marry any student who gets out of line.
Mytho is the story’s prince. In the beginning of the series he is literally heartless, and whether it is somebody asking him out, demanding he eat vast quantities of food, or molesting him outright, Mytho will politely allow them to have their way. Of course, this causes problems and demonstrates his need for constant supervision in the form of a very grumpy knight/roommate/person who walls Mytho a lot, Fakir. As Princess Tutu returns Mytho’s heart shards one by one, Mytho regains his more of his kind-hearted personality. Still, even when he was completely heartless Mytho always protected the helpless.
Mytho is taken right after the end of the first season, with his heart mostly restored but the shard of love infected by the raven’s blood. This means he’s on his way to suffering from the shoujo male lead brainwashing syndrome, where someone’s pure feelings for something will cause him to turn into a duplicitous playboy, manipulating them into sacrificing their love to him instead. For the sake of camp funny, this part of his personality is suppressed, due to the lack of the raven’s presence...despite how menacing his ballet dancing is as the raven prince.
Sample Post:
Is this...another dream? I don’t remember coming here. But here I am, wearing my nightshirt. Again, my pants are nowhere to be found. I should start wearing them to bed. Could this be another chapter in the story? But where is Fakir? Tutu? This place seems so aimless, as if it was the stories of hundreds of authors meshed together instead of one. How could anyone make sense of it...
It is different from Gold Crown Academy. When I began my stretches I was told by a voice that I was married. Listening to disembodied voices has worked before, but I want to know why they said so. I do not think they were claiming me on Mister Cat’s behalf. I made no error in my technique that deserved punishment. My nightshirt didn’t blow up during the grand jeté, nor did I mistakenly tumble from a window. Their music is confusing as well; instead of Siegfried Idyll these large speakers kept playing a song called "Screwed" by Paris and Hilton. I wonder if the...style of singing is supposed to represent Paris’ torment over losing Helen. Even here one cannot escape destiny’s pull towards tragedy.
Ah, maybe these places are alike after all. The lake is still misty, the sky is still blue, and I met Marcy, whose tentacle work in her pas de poisson reminded me of Octoprilla in the beginner’s class back at the academy. I think the squirrels are part of the artist school as well, although they seem to neglect drawing clothes on the ballet poses. Or wear clothes themselves. The heartfelt desire to find my prima donna, my partner to express in dance what I cannot explain otherwise, exists here too. I have heard such a term used frequently to describe the others here. Could it be true, that more than one princess exists? Not simply two? Not even simply females, but males as well? If this is all true, how will I be able to find Tutu here?
Frustration, loneliness, sadness, curiosity, love. I have come this far to regain my heart and understand these emotions. To complete my heart. I will not give up now, I will not...
...the emotion that seeks knowledge tells me I should forget the picture the squirrels just placed in my hand. I agree with my heart's decision.
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