#contestant no.2

[aventurineswife]

Stages of Shadows: Contestant No.2

Name:

Sunday

Height without shoes:

5'7" (170 cm)

Occupation:

Leader of the Oak Family, Charmony Festival Organizer, Representative of The Family of Penacony.

Background:

Sunday is the respected leader of the Oak Family, a title that carries great influence and responsibility. As the organizer of the Charmony Festival and representative of The Family of Penacony, he has earned a reputation for being just, rational, and dignified. Many look to him for guidance, captivated by his calm wisdom and composed demeanor. Despite his outward poise, Sunday harbors a deep-seated disillusionment with the world’s cruelty, shaped by a tragic past that separated him from his beloved family, particularly his younger sister, Robin, whom he believed lost. This loss fueled his desire to shield people from life’s pain, inspiring his dream of Sweetdream Paradise—a place where people can live free from suffering, though forever removed from reality. With an unwavering belief in this vision, he now views it as the solution to humanity’s struggles, one that prioritizes comfort over growth.

His entry into the Stages of Shadows—a deadly performance competition where failing a duet results in execution—places him in direct opposition to his ideals. This brutal contest forces Sunday into a reality far removed from his dreams of peace, putting him face-to-face with rivals who embody the harshness he despises. To his shock, he also finds his sister, Robin, among the contestants. This reunion, though bittersweet, becomes a turning point in Sunday’s journey, awakening long-dormant emotions he’d tried to bury in his pursuit of an idealized world.

Personality:

Sunday is dignified, calm, and emanates a quiet intensity that draws people to him. He has a benevolent yet detached air, often viewed as rational and morally steadfast. His heart holds genuine compassion, but his twisted outlook on happiness leaves him willing to sacrifice reality for the sake of peace. Sunday’s calm demeanor masks an undercurrent of melancholy and protectiveness, shaped by his pessimistic view of human nature. He believes that people instinctively seek to escape from suffering, and he does not shame them for it. However, his tendency to retreat into his ideals sometimes blinds him to the real-world consequences of his actions, making him prone to overestimating his perspective and underestimating the resilience of those around him.

Strengths:

Leadership: Sunday is naturally composed under pressure and can command respect effortlessly, a key trait for rallying those around him.

Resilience of Belief: His firm conviction in protecting people from pain gives him an almost unbreakable mental fortitude, allowing him to keep his composure.

Emotional Reserve: His ability to mask emotions and stay focused on his purpose makes him difficult to read, a useful advantage in a high-stakes environment.

Weaknesses:

Overattachment to Ideals: Sunday’s unwavering belief in a peaceful escape can make him inflexible and blind to alternatives, a limitation in a cutthroat contest where adaptability is vital.

Isolation: His distance from reality and tendency to keep others at arm’s length make him reluctant to truly trust, which can hinder his ability to form alliances.

Emotional Blindspot for Loved Ones: Though he normally keeps people at a distance, his love for his sister Robin and complex feelings about [Name] make him vulnerable in ways he struggles to control.

The Revelation of His Sister, Robin:

Sunday’s world shifts dramatically upon discovering his sister, Robin, is also trapped in the Stages of Shadows. For years, he believed his family lost, and in that void, he crafted his dream of a peaceful world. But seeing her again stirs emotions he’d locked away, reigniting his drive to protect those he loves. Robin’s presence becomes both a source of strength and an unsettling distraction, forcing Sunday to confront a deeper truth: his dream of escaping pain is as much a desire to protect her as it is a philosophical belief.In reuniting with his sister, Sunday gains a new resolve, but the stakes of the Stages of Shadows challenge him in unexpected ways. The possibility of her being used against him becomes a shadow hanging over every performance, forcing him to reconcile his ideals with the brutal reality of survival. He finds himself torn between his belief in peaceful escape and the need to fight for their freedom. His carefully constructed world is now at odds with a fierce, personal need to save his sister, revealing that his philosophy might not withstand the ultimate test—when the lives of those he cherishes are on the line.

Motivation:

Sunday is driven by a complex desire to create a world without pain, a vision rooted in both compassion and a deep-seated pessimism about human nature. He believes that most people, when faced with suffering, would choose escape over struggle—a belief that has led him to see Sweetdream Paradise as humanity’s best hope. For him, protecting people from pain, even at the cost of reality, is an act of mercy, and he feels it is his duty to uphold this vision, regardless of the sacrifices involved.

However, the discovery of his sister Robin within the Stages of Shadows introduces a new layer to his motivation. Her presence stirs a fierce protective instinct within him, challenging his notion that peace through detachment is the answer. Torn between his philosophy and his love for his sister, Sunday is now forced to confront the limits of his ideals. The competition becomes a test of his beliefs, pushing him to navigate between his desire to shelter humanity from pain and the painful reality that, to protect his sister and himself, he may need to embrace the very struggle he has always sought to escape.

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Stages of Shadows: Chapter 4 - Unexpected Friendship

The air buzzed with excitement as the audience erupted in applause, their cheers echoing off the high ceilings of the grand theater. Aventurine, with his flamboyant style and magnetic presence, commanded the stage, seamlessly weaving together an intricate tapestry of dance and music. His performance was a testament to his talent, captivating those lucky enough to witness it.

In stark contrast to the exhilaration surrounding him, [Name] sat slumped against the wall in the waiting room, staring blankly at the floor. Shadows danced across their features as flickering lights from the stage illuminated their downturned face. The cheers and music felt distant, muffled by the weight of grief and anxiety pressing down on their chest. Robin’s death loomed heavy in their mind, a constant reminder of the fragility of life in this brutal competition.

Across the room, Ratio leaned against the doorframe, his muscular build casting a long shadow. He observed the other contestants milling about, but his focus remained fixed on [Name]. While most were lost in conversations or preparing for their own performances, [Name] was isolated in their sorrow, an island amidst a sea of vibrant life.

Ratio knew that it was time to act. He pushed himself off the frame and walked over to [Name], his presence commanding but measured. “You seem lost in thought,” he remarked, his voice steady and confident. “As though the world is pressing down on your shoulders. Would you care to share what’s on your mind?”

[Name] looked up, surprise flickering across their features. They hadn’t expected anyone to approach them, let alone someone as imposing as Ratio. “I—” they started but faltered, words caught in their throat. Instead, they lowered their gaze again, unable to meet his intense eyes.

“Do you think avoiding conversation will ease your burden?” Ratio pressed gently, crossing his arms. “You’re not the only one who carries a heavy heart in this place.”

At his words, [Name] finally met his gaze, feeling a flicker of curiosity. “What do you know about burdens?” they replied, a hint of defiance in their voice. “You seem too busy with your own ambitions to care about anyone else.”

Ratio’s expression softened slightly. “On the contrary. My ambitions stem from a desire to eradicate ignorance and share knowledge with others. But that doesn’t mean I’m oblivious to the pain around me. I’ve witnessed the struggle in many faces, including yours.”

[Name] inhaled sharply, feeling a twinge of something—recognition, perhaps. “I don’t know how to handle this,” they admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. “Robin—she was my friend. But… now she’s gone. I don’t know how to keep going.”

The vulnerability In [Name]’s voice struck a chord in Ratio. “Grief can be consuming,” he acknowledged, his tone shifting to something more empathetic. “But you must find a way to navigate through it. Knowledge is a powerful tool; it can guide you when all feels lost.”

“Easy for you to say,” [Name] shot back, frustration bubbling beneath their words. “You’re a genius. You have all the answers. What do you know about loss?”

Ratio’s expression hardened for a brief moment before he regained his composure. “I may not know your specific pain, but I’ve faced my own losses. The world is filled with cruelty and hardship, yet I refuse to succumb to despair. I channel my grief into purpose.”

Intrigued by his earnestness, [Name] felt the walls they had built around themselves begin to crack. “And what’s your purpose in this competition? To show off your intellect? To prove something to those who doubt you?”

“Partly,” Ratio admitted, a flicker of vulnerability crossing his face. “But more importantly, I want to inspire others. I believe knowledge should be accessible to all, not just a select few. This competition offers a unique platform to reach people who might otherwise remain in the dark.”

Aventurine’s performance reached its climax, and the audience erupted into rapturous applause, bringing the waiting room back into focus. Ratio’s gaze shifted towards the screen momentarily, then returned to [Name]. “You see, we all have our own battles to fight. Yours may seem insurmountable right now, but perhaps you can find a way to transform that pain into something powerful.”

“Powerful?” [Name] echoed, skepticism lacing their tone. “How? How can I turn this agony into strength?”

Ratio’s expression softened further, revealing a glimpse of the man behind the intellect. “By sharing your story, by connecting with others who understand your struggle. It may not happen overnight, but every step counts. You don’t have to walk this path alone.”

For the first time, [Name] considered his words. They had been so consumed by their grief that they hadn’t thought about how sharing their pain could foster connection. “You really believe that?” they asked, searching Ratio’s eyes for sincerity.

“I do,” Ratio replied firmly. “And I’d be honored to help you find that strength. We can challenge this competition and the expectations that come with it. Knowledge and compassion can pave the way for a brighter future—even in a place like this.”

As Aventurine won his performance, the sound of applause washed over them once more, but this time, [Name] felt a spark of hope flicker within. Perhaps, just perhaps, they could forge a connection amidst the chaos.

This unexpected twist meant they would have to work together, possibly forcing them to confront their own struggles side by side.

“Looks like our paths are intertwined,” Ratio said with a hint of amusement, though the underlying tension was palpable. “Are you ready for what lies ahead?”

Taking a deep breath, [Name] nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and newfound determination. “Let’s see what we can do together.” they replied, a flicker of resolve igniting in their chest.

However, as they prepared to face the trials ahead, an unsettling thought nagged at the back of [Name]’s mind—a sense of foreboding that something darker was lurking just beyond the horizon of their newfound partnership.

“Just remember,” Ratio said, his gaze steady, “in this competition, we’re not only battling for ourselves but for those we’ve lost. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

[Name] felt a chill run down their spine, a premonition that echoed ominously within. The weight of his words lingered in the air, a fragile promise underscored by the reality of their perilous surroundings. In this arena of ambition and peril, they both knew that not everyone would make it through unscathed, and somewhere in the depths of their hearts, a fear grew that one of them might soon pay the ultimate price.

As the applause thundered through the walls, Sunday found refuge in the solitude of a dimly lit bathroom. The sounds of excitement and celebration in the waiting room felt like distant echoes, mocking the void inside him. He gripped the cold porcelain sink, knuckles whitening as he leaned over, desperately trying to steady himself. His eyes, usually clear and resolute, were clouded with grief and a pain he couldn’t seem to shake.

The loss of Robin hung over him like a storm he couldn’t escape, a ceaseless torrent of guilt and sorrow. Memories of his sister—her laughter, her strength, her unwavering kindness—flooded his mind, each one a dagger that twisted deeper into his heart. He remembered the last conversation they’d had, the words they’d left unsaid. If he had been there for her…

A tremor ran through him, and he swallowed hard, his throat tight with suppressed emotion. Sunday wasn’t one to reveal his vulnerabilities, especially not now, when so many were depending on him to remain strong, rational, and composed. But in this moment, all pretense fell away. He was just a brother grieving his sister, grappling with a loss he couldn’t protect her from.

“Robin…” he murmured, his voice barely audible, thick with pain. The name felt like broken glass on his lips, sharp and cutting. His grip on the sink tightened further, and his reflection in the mirror blurred, obscured by the tears he refused to shed. How had he failed her so utterly? How had he let her slip away in this brutal competition, this world that valued survival over compassion, cruelty over kindness.

He took a shaky breath, forcing himself to keep standing. There were others still here, others he was responsible for, others who could still be saved. But the thought felt hollow. What was the point if he couldn’t save the one person who’d mattered most to him?

Sunday’s shoulders slumped, and he closed his eyes, trying to regain a semblance of composure. But the weight of his loss was overwhelming, pressing down on him with unrelenting force. For the first time in his life, he felt truly powerless.

He heard faint footsteps outside, voice muffled but growing closer. He clenched his jaw, willing himself to bury his grief, to hide it as he always did. The world wouldn’t care about his pain. It had never cared. And he wasn’t sure he had the strength to care anymore, either.

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Did everybody’s designs for this AU which somebody suggested I call it Rabbit Hunt and I think it fits perfectly so thanks much!

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