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Joan Bell

Why wield a word like worth if you have nothing to sell?

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a character in “Lacrimosa Dies Illa”, as played by Soleli

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    J O A N xB E L L

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    Hometown - - - - London, England
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    Role - - - Johann Sebastian Bach
    Occupation - - -Church Organ player
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    C O M P O S I T I O N
    i. Air on the G string - ii. Das Wohltemperierte Klavier - iii. Himmelskönig, sei willkommen - iv. O Ewigkeit, du Donnerwor

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    Appearance
    hair | brown eyes | brunette
    height | 170 cm x x weight | 65 kg


    Likes
    coffee | the bible | hard, fulfilling work | music | practicing |
    note taking | roses | sunrise | playing the piano and
    feeling the exaltation of spirit | sleeping in in the mornings
    (secretly)| having her work get the respect it deserves | making
    edits to her works | feeling like she's gained something new
    | guiding her younger cousins' hands on the piano | crisp
    freashly ironed sheets | bistros and coffee houses |
    the satisfaction of playing an organ tuned just right|
    aesthetic notebooks you feel the urge to write in | planning
    her schedule | guilty pleasure of deleting someone off
    her contact list with a flourish | ranting about someone
    or something | bad horror movies she can laugh at |
    learning about music from different people |
    the way coloured light falls from stained glass windows
    | painted murals on the celing | churches


    Dislikes
    those who cut corners and take shortcuts |
    people who criticise and make conventional methods without
    understanding the subject | those who don't take their jobs seriously |
    underestimation | not receiving the recognition she's due | claims
    that her expression could be improved on | anything less than
    excellence | when others ask her what her secret is | acting
    as though anty trick can substitute for hard work | when the pages
    of her notebook run out | any disrespect to music | not getting
    her daily caffeine dosage | teaching incompetents who don't
    try their best to learn | blinding flashes of light | not being
    able to see faces as clearly as she did before | overly
    sweet pastries | bland foods


    Strengths & Weaknesses
    diligent | she does high quality work no matter the amount
    x humble | never boasts about her skill despite
    being aware of her capabilities, Joan is more than aware that she had just barely
    scratched the surface of the musical world. It is a fact that excites her to no end.
    x inspiring | she's a good teacher if one is
    willing to learn, knowing what to teach with no small amount of patience if one
    is a hard worker.

    hot headed | once pulled a knife on someone claiming self defence, and
    will gladly do it againx
    harsh | if you're not up to his standards don't expect
    him to mince words. The things she has called her unfortunate
    victims include: a donkey, the devil, and a nanny goat.
    x fight | if you think
    you're good at something 9/10 times she'll try to challenge you
    to a competition, according to her that's the best way to improve
    oneself, but pitting her skills against others of the same caliber
    x distrust | expects everyone
    else to mess up


    Miscellaneous
    adores coffee, once comparing it to the elixir of the gods.|
    will write a five page essay on your flaws if angered | aspires to write
    a rendition of the entire bible in composition | close to her family
    and is greatly influenced by them | is always angry at someone
    or something | carries a switchblade around | addicted to
    caffeine | can't get through the day without drinking coffee | demands
    coffee and claims she'll die without it | composes poems to coffee when
    drunk | gets hyped on espresso shots | once started munching coffee
    beans out of desperation | walked twenty kilometers in a day just to get
    to meet a Musician she admired | mentally says mass before eating
    | her eyesight is deteriorating slowly but she'll go blind before she admits it
    | is convinced that a surgeon will botch up the entire surgery | really, really
    wants to go to Italy | partly for the music and partly for the Churches | her
    Korean name is Jae but she hasn't been called that since her Mother passed
    away

    Joan @ everyone | trying to school her younger
    cousins | do it I dare you |



    "The final aim and reason of all music
    is nothing other than the glorification of God
    and the refreshment of the spirit.


    — JOHANN SEBASTIAN BACH
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    it would be easier
    to throw everything away
    and set your heart on a solitary path
    every mountain started as a stone
    every sea a drop of water
    a journey begins with a single step
    as long as you are willing
    you will get there–



    THE RESOLUTE EXPLORER





    Golden sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, the hum of a priest's voice saying mass. Joan was drowsy when she heard the first clear notes of an organ pierce the still air. Sitting straight up, the little girl proclaimed loudly "Father, this instrument sings with the voice of god!" From that moment on, she knew what she was going to do. She was going to devote her entire life to music. Music that could bring the glory of heaven to one's eyes, music that could refresh the parched soul and change one's life forever.

    "The way you play is like the second coming of the apocalypse." Joan didn't stop spitting insults even as they were pulled apart, didn't stop biting and scratching everyone who tried to stop her. "And you call yourself a Musician?! You should be born a beggar!" Were her parting words, spiteful and full of poison. Later, when asked why she had in fact, pulled a knife on the boy, the ten-year-old girl claimed that it was an act of self-defence. From that day on, she took organ lessons from her Uncle.

    (Later on in her life, where she thought back, Joan will still insist that her actions were justified. Partly why the quality of music is atrocious these days, she muses, is because they let any idiotic self-proclaimed talent into schools.)

    Summer came and with it the end of her childhood. The youngest of eight children, Joan watched as the coffin of her Mother was lowered into the ground, and a few months later her Father followed. Small fists curled into themselves as though trying to hold the weight of grief without truly understanding what it is, the girl let go through music. Her extended family were all musicians, church organ players, composers and pianists. Her parents, despite being from different nationalities got along because music brought them together. She was a child born of music, grew up with music and was determined to take her final breath still relentlessly composing.

    Music was the one thing that connected her entire family together, Joan understood. She would never be alone as long as she held onto it. Being sent to live with her eldest Brother, Joan found her world being opened to something beyond her greatest expectations. Music from France, Germany, Italy. Renditions by the most famous artists of their period. Joan listened to it with the joy and wonder of a child at a toy shop. That day was the one where she felt that her confidence was based off nothing. The world of music was wider than her wildest imagination, and Joan was hungry for it all.

    Nights spent furiously copying the sheet music of her Brother, of the composers from foreign lands. Nights tirelessly practicing their dramatic flair, patterns of notes, the arrangement of music, weaving them together in beautiful harmonies. At school, fingers still relentlessly drumming out a tune. Mind racing with possibilities, inspiration that was hurriedly put on paper in childish but neat handwriting. Joan loved every second of it. Her big break came where she rushed all the way down to the church her Brother played the organ at, cheeks flushed and eyes glowing, to beg him for a chance to play it.

    (She could still remember the quizzical amusement in his eyes, one that only grew to amazement when he saw the music scores in her arms. Was the look he gave her one of pride or soft regret at having nothing to teach her? Joan couldn't remember clearly, but his hands placing hers on the organ were gentle but firm. Barely pushing adolescence, Joan felt like she was being handed the world.)

    For a period of time she worked as a teacher in a music school, a time where Joan describes succinctly as 'hell'. Her work ethic of stopping only at excellency didn't fare well for the students under her tutoring, for Joan was prone to calling names and harsh scoldings, impatient with the incompetents in her class. Temper still as fiery as her youth, Joan decided to write a five-page essay marking out, in great detail, a student's faults in tuning and why any instrument he tunes will never be played in a concert hall. She never let anyone even lay a hand on her organ, tuning it herself and claiming that no one could tune it to her liking. She did as she liked as well, applying for a four-week leave and vanishing for a total of four months, on what she called a 'musical pilgrimage' to see her favorite artist perform, deciding to cover around 250 kilometers on foot.

    (Joan was surprised they even put up with her that long, but when the time of her dismissal came she was ready. "It's about time." She snapped, as though receiving a piece of overdue homework. And, in the shocked looks of students and Teachers alike, turned on her heel and marched off.)

    She always believed in excellency and precision. It wasn't so much as something she was taught than something she imposed on herself, working her fingers to the bone again and again on the scales. There were to be no shortcuts in musical excellence, it came from constant practice and the undying will to keep improving oneself. Her compositions were marked with small ink marks and scribbles, some things crossed out and instructions given on each one lest someone decides to play it without the precision required and shames her name as a Composer. She still cringes when musicians improvise without the practice or know how and end up ruining the whole piece. Step in her shoes and walk the same road in them, it will lead one to the success they wish for. There is no other way to musical excellence than to take the journey for themselves, she has no patience for those who are unwilling to do the same.

    (Sometimes she fancies she could understand Bach. Ignoring the fact that she was made to be his carbon copy, Joan thinks that they would've gotten along.)

    Joan arrived at the academy with a large stack of musical notations she's saved and revised over and over since her first time composing, some clothes and a letter from her family. Nothing more, nothing less. "Starting anew" is what she calls it, with the full preparation to learn and compose, striving tirelessly to improve. She is still very much the girl she used to be, both in passion and in temper. Having harsh expectations and a conviction that everyone else will botch things up, the girl remains as hard as ever to get along with, respecting only those who are dedicated to their craft and having no qualms insulting everyone else, regardless of their status or position.



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Face Claim | fc
Played by | soleli
Created by | verix
Inspired by | onyx & cinders on jcink

So begins...

Joan Bell's Story