Autor is a human from the Princess Tutu (anime) canon.


Autor is highly intelligent and ambitious, and a bit of a bibliophile. He must read anything he hasn't already and learn of anything he doesn't already know, and his favorite places to spend spare time have always been ones that surrounded him with books. He more than recognizes his intelligence and talent, which has led to him becoming rather a snob with an imperious demeanor and way of speaking. He tends to be proud of said way of speaking and can be infuriating to argue with - often he says that violence has no point in the face of diplomacy, yet can and will suddenly fly into fury almost immaturely if a certain point is reached. As for his ambition, he dreams of living up to the achievements of the greatest people in his family tree and unraveling mysteries of the world. For him to be less than the best at whatever he tries is something he can't accept and he actually sometimes exhibits an inferiority complex, wondering what the point of his existence is if nothing he tries works. He's prone to smugness, reclusiveness, envy, spite, and delusion, and is cold towards anyone leaning toward his bad side.

But like anyone else, he does have his good points. He is honest and often unusually mature given his age, knowledgeable, thoughtful, and usually able to take care of himself. He devotes himself to the extreme to anything truly important to him and is capable of self-sacrificing loyalty. A couple of his likes are tea and blackbirds, a couple of his dislikes are noise and being ignored.

Pre-Roleplay History

Drosselmeyer's Legacy

Autor's whole life before entering the Digital World was spent in the isolated and idyllic Goldcrown Town, born into and raised by a knowledgeable, scholarly family, living his life normally by the standards of the town… Which in fact is not all that normally. Peaceful Goldcrown may be, but that doesn't make it typical or unexciting by any means. Not everyone noticed so it seemed, something that always puzzled Autor, and if they did they didn't care, but the place always seemed… fantastical. Like it was locked inside a fairy tale made real. It was a place where a puppet could be made to have all the personality and autonomy of an actual person, animals could be seen speaking and working with people, and rumors of ghosts of Wili maidens and knights who never completed their duties could (and often did) prove to be true. And on a less fantastical level, it was unbelievably rich in art and culture to the point where the school there, mixed in its students' ages, taught primarily the arts, with the students able to pick classes in whatever most suits them. Autor himself learned piano, something he had quite a knack for.

And yet it was something he somewhat ignored.

He found books to be his greater passion, spending most of his free time reading, studying whatever it came to him to study and enjoying any story he hadn't yet heard.

In particular, he was fascinated by the works of D. D. Drosselmeyer, a writer of fairy tales famous throughout the city who went from being famous to infamous when the people of the town found that he had a rare power called Storyspinning - he could bend reality with his writing. There were times elements of his stories managed to seep into the world he lived in, and even more dangerous, he would write and bring to life anything someone requested if they payed him a large enough sum. Eventually, a secretive group of people came to fear his power enough that they found Drosselmeyer, chopped off his hands to keep him from writing any longer, and killed him.

It was such an inspiration to Autor - the imagination and story-weaving talent, of course, not the psycho-for-hire bits - that he started to make up stories of his own and spend whatever time not spent on reading on writing, though of course it was never at quite the level of his idol. In fact, he's had periods where he ignored his musical commitments entirely in favor of trying to develop his ability to write, never to his satisfaction, resulting in hours of wasted time and sheets of wasted paper. And all this was the closest Autor ever thought he'd get to association with his hero.

His mind changed on that level, though, when eavesdropping on a conversation one day between his father and a visitor - a visitor whose surname was Drosselmeyer. Autor had known for a long time that when his father was a child, he'd gotten himself lost and this Drosselmeyer man had helped him out. It was a story he only knew the vague details of. Whenever he'd asked questions, nobody really told him anything of interest and this Drosselmeyer had denied any kind of relation to the famous one.

This conversation contradicted all that. While speaking to Autor's father, this Drosselmeyer referenced being a close descendant of the unusually gifted author - and what's more, he referenced (though less blatantly) that he and his father were related, thus making Autor himself a relative of the writer.

Nobody knew he'd learned all this, and given that everything related to this connection had been hidden from him before, he figured that if he wanted to find out even more, he would have to do it himself. He started to spend almost all his time outside of classes at the library, reading extensively and analyzing anything that had to do with Drosselmeyer to the point of obsession - even replicating detail for detail Drosselmeyer's studio in a house owned and given to him by his family. It wasn't entirely without help - eventually he'd confided in a bookstore owner on one of his research-hunts what it was he was after, and that bookstore owner admitted he knew quite a lot about Drosselmeyer and his bloodline - Drosselmeyer's powers, as it turned out, were hereditary, only adding to Autor's excitement. What he didn't learn was that the bookseller was a descendant and member of the group, called the Bookmen, who killed Drosselmeyer and were still together who would be ready and willing to kill him if he started to exhibit Storyspinning powers. He did learn plenty else, though, about Drosselmeyer's family and powers.

He came by enough knowledge to write up a decently detailed family tree, and from that he found out that his close family weren't the only known living descendants of Drosselmeyer. Fakir, a ballet student from town and an orphan, was a descendant as well - not only that, but the reincarnation of the knight from The Prince and the Raven, the book that Drosselmeyer had been working on when he died, forcing it to go unfinished but its characters to flee the story to complete it in the town.

It took him quite a while to actually become interested in Fakir himself. It did occur to him that a relative in a lineage like theirs would be worth researching, so he learned enough. As it turned out, Fakir had been aware of his own power and (if rarely) able to make it work for ages and had been ignoring it, refusing to use it, ever since it had gotten his parents killed, and instead acting on his role of the knight.

More importantly, it encouraged him to do a bit of extra research on The Prince and the Raven, the part of it that proved to be truly valuable, giving him a whole new understanding of the town. Fakir was the night and such story characters as the prince and princess were coming to attention - things had been becoming unusual even for Goldcrown Town. How could the unfinished story still be writing itself and everything in the town conveniently following along?

It occured to him that no longer was the story in Goldcrown Town - Goldcrown Town was in the story, all its people its characters, puppets dancing on strings, subject to the whims of an author. Drosselmeyer had somehow continued - and furthered - his influence even after death and was writing the future history of the town like just another fairy tale.

It was a realization that disappointed Autor - but didn't discourage him. It strengthened his ambitions. He wasn't going to be written, he was going to write. He wasn't going to be a puppet, he was going to pull the strings. There were so many wonderful new stories he wanted to write, and plenty of edits or twists called for in current ones. He would be a worthy heir to Drosselmeyer and make the most of it.

Several times he attempted to bend reality through writing, all unsuccessfully, until he found out that the powers in his blood had to awaken first.

There had once been an old oak tree that Drosselmeyer's line had drawn their powers from. It had died long ago, chopped down by Bookmen, but it wasn't entirely gone - he knew the place where its petrified remains still existed, stuck in the ground, inconspicuously resembling rocks. To awaken his powers, an aspiring storyteller would have to wait until the bell in the town's centerpiece (its clock tower) chimed midnight and touch the tree from the spot its voice could most clearly be heard - that would allow the tree to speak to him. Again through strenuous research, Autor found that spot and attempted the ritual one night.

The tree quite audibly sighed.

It wasn't a wind sound, either. He'd heard it quite unmistakably as a sigh.

It was encouraging - but not enough to awaken his power.

The Prince and the Raven

He'd been getting another load of research underway to see if there was anything he could've been missing when Fakir finally approached him. When it became all too real to him that the knight's fate was to die, just like in the story, and any attempts to fulfill his role would be met by failure, he realized that Storyspinning was his only chance to help his friends - Ahiru, really Princess Tutu, and Mytho, the prince who had lost his heart in the story and was now fighting to get it back.

Autor didn't hide his knowledge. In fact, he thought it was about time. You'd think a descendant of Drosselmeyer would be quicker to try to uncover the secrets of his bloodline, and Autor was proud, so proud, that he knew so much more about the whole affair than this cousin of his. He couldn't see Fakir being Drosselmeyer's heir, not possibly, when he knew and apparently cared nothing for their illustrious bloodline without respect for the most powerful one of the lot. Perhaps this would serve as a confidence boost.

After a bit of grueling training, all necessity that he'd put himself through already, Autor took Fakir to the tree.

Midnight struck.

Fakir touched the tree.

And all three - the Drosselmeyers and Ahiru - appeared to be greeted with absolutely nothing.

Still, Fakir didn't move or say a word. Autor approached him to snap him out of it, touching his shoulder, only to feel a brilliant surge of energy burst through him from Fakir and knock him off his feet.

In a daze, he watched everything afterward from the ground. Fakir finally stood up, not even conscious-seeming, and began growing branches and leaves, surrounded by tendrils of wood, transforming into a human tree. Once that transformation completed, all the wood and leaves vanished in a flash of light, leaving Fakir awakened in every sense in Ahiru's arms.

It was a mystifying thing to see. But not quite as much as it was heartbreaking as well as explaining the sigh Autor had heard - that was surely proof that the oak tree had chosen Fakir to succeed Drosselmeyer from the beginning, no matter how hard he worked or how much he wanted it.

A trip to the bookstore shortly after was only met with confirmation from the Bookman, and as Autor walked alone on his way back home, he came across a girl passed out in the middle of the street, Rue, a prima ballerina from school. Once they saw each other, she got up and, much to Autor's surprise to the point that he was mesmerized, approached him. Very closely. As in, she pinned him to the wall and rested her head on his chest, listening to his quickened heart rate.

She asked him to accompany her home, and he was too stunned to decline.

"Home" was apparently located in the dark basement of a spooky old building in town. Autor couldn't bring himself to mind as he'd gotten to talking - talking about everything that had happened recently, his theories and ideas, and his ambitions. Not once did she complain about his talking or argue with anything he'd said, listening the whole time, affirming, even to the point of telling him "It's true. You can change the world"

Nothing he'd ever been told before. In fact, people rarely ever even listened to him, let alone praise him.

Indeed, Rue was unlike any girl he'd seem before. And not only was she apparently understanding and intelligent, she was gorgeous and graceful.

It wasn't an idea that he liked, but it occurred to him that the way he'd started to feel had been destined by the story. He found himself not caring. That didn't change that it was true - he was falling for her. And he told her so.

All she did was laugh, telling him he couldn't be serious. When he insisted he was, she almost defensively kicked him out, another disappointment. It wasn't until the following day that he understood why she'd snapped - Rue was secretly the daughter of the Raven, the villain from Drosselmeyer's last book, and was looking for a heart to feed him to bring him back to power, a flavorful and young one, which was where she'd been leading him - to conduct a sacrificial ritual and remove his heart. It was for his own good that she turned him away. After being raised told nobody could ever love something that was a human on the outside but a raven inside, she couldn't bring herself to kill someone who honestly loved her.

Within a day, things picked up pace. Fakir confirmed to Autor that The Prince and the Raven had come alive. Exciting, yes, but bad news as the Raven's return was fast approaching. The hidden pieces of the prince's heart were keeping him sealed away, and since said prince had been getting them back rapidly, it was only a matter of time before the two titular characters would have to do battle. The seal had already become so weak, in fact, that the Raven could work some of his power over the town. It began to rain only a little while later, raining not water but the Raven's blood, turning all who were exposed to it into crows, one of two factors keeping him inside. The other was that Fakir insisted that he needed him, the knowledgeable one, staying put to help him write, the only way he'd be able to help in the battle against the Raven.

After he looked for Ahiru, that is - Drosselmeyer's ghost had appeared before him (Fakir had nearly punched Autor in the jaw for being pleased at hearing that) and demonstrating his power by using his writing to force her into a lake of despair via figurative language made real.

Autor was therefore left alone for a while to make the preparations. Some part of him wanted to look for Rue - as the Raven's daughter, wouldn't she be involved in all this? Needing help? Possessing information? Maybe in trouble? But it'd be hopeless.

By the time Fakir had come back, the Raven and the Prince had both been restored. Princess Tutu had lost all her power and turned into a duck and Rue had been swallowed, forced to dance herself to death in a desert of despair (oh the alliteration), by her father, with the Prince, as much in love with her as Autor was, desperate to save her.

Fakir had given up on writing stories for Mytho, the prince, long ago - it was Ahiru that he could write for, and he immediately set to work trying to set his pen to the duck's aid, allowing her to help the prince in any way he could. But of course, Drosselmeyer's influence was still stronger than his. Whenever he tried to write the duck making a move, the story wrote crows stopping it with a peck. He nearly gave up and left to fight, but when Autor reminded him that his position as the story's knight entailed death in vain, he remembered that writing was his only choice and continued with it.

And as if fighting Drosselmeyer weren't enough, a peek out the door showed the Bookman, slowly coming down the street in a cloak.

As the duck-prince-raven battle continued, still seemingly hopeless and only getting worse as Ahiru and Mytho were starting to tire and having to fight against injuries, the Bookman arrived, armed with an axe, which he used to chop the door down and swing at Fakir, which Autor in a borderline frenzy blocked with a tome.

The Bookman claimed that they were driving the story off the edge into tragedy, all their meddling making everything worse, and that he'd come, the only Bookman who hadn't turned into a crow, to punish them. Autor tried to negotiate, not wanting to fight a creepy man with an axe, especially not at a time like this. It was all futile. The Bookman raised his axe yet again to slice off Fakir's writing hand.

It struck table as a punch from Autor knocked Fakir to the ground, away from the assailant. In a desperate and rage-fueled effort to allow the Storyspinning to continue, Drosselmeyer's heirs to live, end the story properly, rescue Rue, and set everything right, he sprang at the Bookman, tackling him through a wall and causing them to both tumble into the basement. The old man was instantly knocked out, and Autor fainted shortly after picking himself up.

By the time he'd woken up, he found the story ended. Fakir's writing had allowed the duck to dance in turn calling upon her innate Tutu's power - the power of hope - which had radiated over the transformed townspeople, changing them back and causing the raven's blood curse to leave their minds. This left the path open for the prince to enter the Raven's mouth where he lifted his princess off the wasteland and destroyed the Raven's heart. A machine that Drosselmeyer's spirit had manipulated to do the actual writing of the town's events was located and broken, leaving the way for Fakir to take over and write life's stories, promising not to leave Ahiru even as a duck. Mytho left Goldcrown itself to return to his story - taking Rue with him, where they were married.

Big happy ending.

And yet it left Autor less than satisfied.

What had he gotten out of it? Not the power he'd wanted but Fakir now possessed. Not love, like Mytho. He was left the same as always. A piano-playing bibliophile, descended from Drosselmeyer without it counting for anything, completely normal. His knowledge - and in that little incident with the axe-wielding Bookman, his actions - made the ending possible, and what did he get from it? Not a reward, not learning his purpose in life, not even a little appreciation.

Here, at an impasse with life and ticked off at fate, is where Autor unwittingly leaves for another world.

Activity in the Digital World

Autor is still a fairly new arrival in the Digital World. He appeared in late March inside an Albion library where his partner Digimon, Candmon, was apprenticed, from where they headed to Neon City upon a suggestion from Lorne that the new Tamer-partner duo stay at the Hyperion Inn. Shortly afterwards, he heard word of Demon King Lillithmon's recent activity in the city and is currently making a point of studying dark Digimon.

Intending to put that knowledge to proper use, he applied for DATS and was accepted into its Investigation Branch.


  • Autor is the first character ever played on Livejournal by Blue, in an AU RP run that shortly died soon after it began.
Series Canon Princess Tutu
Journal candlightwriter
Role-Player Blue
Age 12 years old
Affiliations DATS
Digimon Partner Candmon
D-Comm Colors Blue and purple
D-Comm Symbol A golden watch
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