A knight, a musician, a dreamer, a fancier, an avenger.

After comedy and tragedy sought to seize his throat and smash his lyre, he took up the sword as his music, and blood as his song.

PS: Thanks to @Fiasco for providing the wings, and to
@TrickyDragon for offering the creative inspiration and ideas.

Updated 2026-08-23:
The texture of the wings has been changed. Thanks to @Vlad332 point that.

Orpheus was never a person who was fond of killing and conflict. On the contrary, he preferred to use his singing and music to let the listeners feel the beautiful things in the world. He completely denied Dionysus’s frenzy and intoxication of joy and sorrow, and refused to manipulate people’s emotions thereby. But precisely because of this, he was torn apart by the fanatical followers of Dionysus, and that lyre was also smashed to pieces. It was not until thousands of years later, in the era when the gods fell, that he awakened from this man-made tragedy.

Tartarus was never a place with beautiful memories for him. His Muse also left him early because of Dionysus’s manipulation. And he rushed all the way into hell, yet just when he was about to return, he took her away, causing her to fall completely into nothingness. Now this land appears even more desolate; blood falls from the sky and clouds, and the scorching residual sun mercilessly bakes the earth. The former is the legacy of the Titans, but since Hades’s departure, no one has managed these wild-growing flesh and blood any longer; as for the latter, he holds only contempt for this sunlight that brings nothing but pain—it is nothing more than a clumsy imitation of his father.

Although Tartarus has long been very different, he is still familiar with those old roads. The Blazing Plains remain unchanged through the ages, while the former Elysian Fields have long been occupied by vampires. The labyrinth leading back to the mortal world has long collapsed, replaced by cracks and stairways leading into chaos. A place jokingly called the “historical junkyard” by many demons and fallen angels, this place is also the territory of the dragon race. And from the interactions between these two races, the dragons hold an equal measure of contempt for these fallen ones and the abandoned.

Facing enemies, his song was no less formidable than that of the Sirens. But it was not those alluring, decadent melodies that bewitch the heart; rather, it was a music sharp enough to shred flesh and armor, crystalline, ethereal, and dangerous. Yet in the end, he devised a more straightforward method for dealing with those unwilling to appreciate his music: the sword could silence these crude listeners far more swiftly. And ironically, that residual sun also granted him power for this purpose; now his song and blade can, like thorns, shred others’ dreams and thoughts within their dreams. Those familiar with his reputation all call him the “Poet Knight.” But for the dependents and demons belonging to Dionysus, he later acquired a title that was enough to strike fear into them: the “Song of Silence” and “Stage Solo”.

奥菲斯从来都不是一个嗜好杀戮和冲突的人。相反，他更愿意用他的歌声和乐曲来让聆听者感受世界中美好的事物。他全盘否认Dionysus对喜乐和悲哀的迷狂和沉醉，并拒绝以此来操纵人的情绪。但也正因如此，他被Dionysus的狂热信徒所撕碎，而那把竖琴也被砸的粉碎。直到几千年后众神陨落的时代，他才从这场人造的悲剧中苏醒。

塔尔塔洛斯对他来说从来都称不上一个拥有美好回忆的地方。他的缪斯也是因为Dionysus的操纵，早早离开了他。而他一路冲进地狱，却又在马上得以复返之时夺走了她，让她彻底堕入了虚无。如今这片地界更显荒凉，血自天与云而降落，焦灼的残阳无情的炙烤着大地，前者是泰坦的遗产，但自哈迪斯的离去之后，便再也没人管理这些野蛮生长的血肉，而后者，他对这种只会带来痛苦的日光只有鄙视，无非只是对他父亲的拙劣模仿罢了。

虽然塔尔塔洛斯早已大不相同，但他仍然熟悉那些老旧的道路。炽焰平原亘古不变，而曾经的乐土福地则早已被吸血鬼所占据。返回凡世的迷宫早已崩塌，取而代之的则是步入混沌的裂缝和阶梯。一个被众多恶魔和堕落天使戏称“历史垃圾场”的地方，此地也是龙族的领地。而在从这两族的交往来看，龙族对这些堕落者和被抛弃者们拥有等量的鄙视。

面对敌人，他的歌声相比塞壬也不遑多让。但并非那些蛊惑人心的靡靡之音，而是一种锋利到切碎肉体和盔甲，琉璃般空灵又危险的音乐。但最终，他对这些不愿欣赏自己音乐的人有了更直接了当的处理方法，刀剑能让这些粗鲁的聆听者更快的安静下来。而讽刺的是，那轮残阳也为此给予了力量，他的歌声与利刃如今便能在人的梦中如荆棘一般搅碎他人的梦境和思想了。那些熟悉他的名声的人都称他为”诗人骑士“。但对于那些属于Dionysus的眷属和恶魔，他在后来有一个对他们来说足以感到畏惧的名号，那就是”沉默之歌“和“舞台独角”。