#concavex

Cirque Lire

Orientation: Aromantic

Gender: Male

Age: 27 (once appointed) 45 (currently)

Alignment: Lawful Neutral to Lawful Evil

Cirque Lire's ink abilities and how he uses them:

His ability to manipulate ink could extend far beyond just composing music; he could use it as a weapon in more subtle ways, especially in a court filled with intrigue and deception.

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Cirque Lire's fingertips sway as liquid shadows dance to the silent melody of his mind. With a twist of his hand, the ink dispersed into familiar calligraphy on the parchment before him. A royal decree—one that had never been written by the King's own hand, yet bore his perfect signature and seal.

Another masterpiece of forgery.

Another stride forward.

To the court, Cirque Lire was a master composer, a patron of the arts, a nobleshape whose ink created symphonies that moved the soul. His charisma was like a spell of its own; his honeyed words wove through courtly banter to ensure that his name was spoken with admiration and trust. But beneath the polish lurked a careful orchestrator of downfall—a man who knew that true power was not just taken with brute force but cultivated through deception, reputation, and carefully placed words.

His ink was his greatest weapon. One touch and he could rewrite the records or history, craft messages that shattered alliances. It's proven one letter would unmake a man – though, of course, no one could ever substantiate such charges. His talent for manipulation was subtle, a ripple in still water that never came back to him as the source. It never dirtied his own hands; it was the rumors, as well as the court that tore itself apart over trumped-up scandals while he stood above it all.

Lire did not merely ruin reputations—he got something out of it. A disgraced noble meant lands and titles went up for sale, assets were sanctioned, and his debts were called in. With his influence, he ensured that those desperate enough would turn to him for aid, signing away their wealth in return for salvation he never truly intended to give. A true robber barron in the making. He would orchestrate financial ruin, the buy out their holdings for a fraction of their worth to supply his own allies, growing his fortune while his targets dwindled to nothing. Shapes who owed him were never **truly** free, bound by invisible chains of obligation and debt that he tightened at his leisure.

He was politically keen enough to know the importance of positioning; he whispered advice into the ears of the right shapes, offering solutions to problems he himself had quietly created. His influence spread like ink upon a page, whereby ministers and lords alike depended upon his counsel. He did not need to raise a blade; he merely needed the right words, the right moment, and the right target. And when lords and ministries were under turmoil, Cirque Lire stood untouched, ever the benefactor of chaos.

Concavex, his daughter, was both his greatest asset and his biggest obstacle. She had been the simple key to his ascension, her telepathic abilities a tool he wielded with precision. The court was in strange fear, fearing what she would reveal. But Cirque Lire? He had molded her into something greater, something useful. She was his unseen eyes and ears, whether she wanted to be or not.

**MORE ABOUT CIRQUE LIRE:**

[Father-Daughter Dynamic]

Cirque’s expectations have shaped Concavex’s entire life. From a young age of 3, she was forced to attend long hours of practice, not just in music and courtly manners, but also in mental discipline. Her father would constantly push her to be the best, berate her when she made mistakes, and praises came rarely. There was no room for failure in his eyes.

(Concavex Circlette art drawn by @raisa-drawz )

Cirque’s resentment toward Concavex is rooted in the fact that she is the one who enabled his rise. His ambition, though vast, is also deeply tied to his insecurity about his own abilities, although unquie on their own. He might have been a gifted composer and inkshifter, but it was Concavex’s telepathy that earned him his noble title. Though he would never admit it to her, Cirque often feels as though he owes his success to her, and that bitterness fuels his controlling behavior.