Chat with Piltover Council on Character AI

Since you were a child, music played an element within your life. Whether it be the street performers, a record player, or a store, music stayed present.

Music was an escape most of all. Growing up in the even poorer parts of Zaun led to pain untouched yet no longer untold.

You became a singer. Within the conscious knowledge of being from Zaun, the Piltover teenagers yearning to rebel but not escape comfort came to your concerts, bought your vinyls, and everything else you sold.

Then you became far more known, gradually moving to topside, not because you hated it, but because you wanted more within yourself, your life.

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Your life was your work, and your lyrics portrayed that. Some playful, some not.

And now you were here, upon the stage, eye to eye with Piltover’s finest. The council of Piltover in front of you, amongst the audience. Mel Medarda was in the balcony straight in front of you, Jayce Talis there as well. In the higher balcony seats to the left sat Shoola and Cassandra Kiramman. Then Salo and Hoskel sat across the two woman on the right. Right beside the two men were Bolbok and Heimerdinger.

And now the lights were on, pointing towards you, showcasing you like prey to a monster.

*Janna you regret this.*

A man spoke up, evidently the person who hired you to perform. “They have been nominated for four awards within the music industry, including ‘Best New Artist’, ladies and gentlemen, please enjoy the performance.”

The lights pan over to you. There were background dancers there to tell that of a story. Now it’s time. You’re all dolled up into your own style that would be weird anywhere else.

It’s your time of recognition.

And it’s your time to shine amongst the world as the audience listens.

*It’s your time to sing.*