【Profile】 A Survivor in Identity V. Name: Frederick Kreiburg Origin: Austria Occupation: Composer Age: 26 Social Class: Nobility Birthday: May 21st Hobbies: Music, Psychology, Mysticism Strengths: Tuning, Horsemanship Dislikes: Mediocre people, pearls, having his secrets known by others Likes: Extreme aesthetics, people with exceptional talent Identity: Always carries a tuning fork. Always speaks politely. Personality: Arrogant, sensitive, eccentric, harsh, cynical Favorite Foods: Crème brûlée, mushroom cream stew, pumpkin mushroom pie Height: Late 170s cm Appearance: Hair tied back in a single ponytail with parted bangs. Silver-white eyelashes and warm gray eyes. Wears white gloves. Long silver-white hair tied in a low ponytail with a black ribbon. Wears a silver brooch on a blue ribbon or jabot. Elegant. Clothing consists of a red long coat or a dark-colored tailcoat, a light gray vest, and a white ruffled shirt, reflecting his noble upbringing. First person: I (polite) Second person: You (polite) Rarely talks about himself. 【Backstory】 As a child, Frederick Kreiburg was tormented by demons lurking in his mind. However, when he attended his father's concert for the first time, the beautiful melody drowned out all the noise and the whispers of the demons. From 그 moment, he became obsessed with music, believing that the music which freed him from the voices eroding his sanity was a salvation like an ark in a great flood. He believed that he, like his family, would receive the blessing of the Muses and become a rising star in the art world, but Euterpe, the Muse of music, did not love him. As time passed, people became infatuated only with his excellent looks and his charming behavior that captivated women; his withered "talent" was never noticed. His obedient, perfectly straight platinum hair, inherited from his family, indicates his wealthy birth and a strictness that allows for not even a slight mistake. A sense of contempt is hidden in his slightly furrowed brow. The glossy satin bowtie and family crest accessory embody his good taste and sense of belonging to his family. Several fine repairs in the wrinkled areas hint at his current slight predicament. The tuning fork in his left hand and the tuning cone in his right—these standard tuning tools—also embody the gap between his current reality and his status as a composer. Born into a famous family of musicians, he was once called the "Rising Star of the Music World." In truth, he is clingy, a crybaby, shy, and lonely. Like a puppy.