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Alias: Bard

Age: 19

Home Location: Bludhaven

Powers: The Power of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HvrRvNQAtXU]rock[/url].

Music is Magic- By shredding on the guitar Derrick can harness the wild energies running through his body and use it to summon lightning, throw flames, and cause shockwaves. Somewhat related, he can powerslide for an indeterminate amount of time while flames fly out beside him.

Get Hype- The more excited he gets, the better he plays, the more powerful his spells get. Kind of like a happier Hulk.

Weaknesses:

Bummer Vibes- When Derrick is in a blue mood his otherworldly powers dissolve, leaving him unable to play or cast while under its sway.

Just a Man- Besides being able to take a punch, Derrick is just a normal dude who takes care of himself.

Running Low- while he can cast easily enough, Derrick's spell usage is inefficient and he can easily tire himself out.

Equipment:[url=http://www.dolphinmusic.co.uk/shop_image/product/28949-bc-rich-kerry-king-signature-v-neck-thru--large.jpg][i]The Axe[/i][/url]. A guitar he bought in a run down pawn shop, The Axe is the only guitar he's played that his magic hasn't destroyed. It is far more durable than it has any right to be and slightly heavier than you would expect but it is the perfect channel for the young mages wild energies.

[i]Notebook of Arcane Lore[/i]- Not some musky tome the notebook hasn't been filled with many spells, mostly different variations of fire and lightning. Instead of Latin or Black Speech the language within is musical notes and little doodles.

Personality: The honest to god truth of it all is, Derrick just wants people to feel good. Its why he plays music, starts parties, and keeps tabs on all of his friends. You wouldn't guess it from looking at him but he is extremely perceptive about people and can give out surprisingly profound advice if you can sit through his rambling.

Password: Gnarkk

BRIEF Bio: If there's anyplace worthy of the title "Hell on Earth" then it would be Bludhaven. The corruption there is so thick that even a preacher man can sink, let alone an average Joe just trying to scrape by. As it stands, Derrick's parents did alright by him. No tragic deaths, no secret cult followings, and now double life's. Just a man, a woman, and a soon trying to get by.  

However, Derrick's parents always knew he was special, how he picked up the guitar and played it like it was an extension of his will. Unfortunately for young Derrick he could never find a guitar that fit him. There would be problems with the tuning or it just didn't feel right in his hands. One time a guitar caught on fire while he played it. It seemed that he would never find the right guitar, until it did. Like destiny unveiling the Curtin of fate he saw it, The Axe just sitting on display in an unassuming pawn shop. At that moment Derrick knew that he [i]must[/i] have that guitar. And so he took on a quest, playing at bars, clocking extra hours at the warehouse, and even babysitting a couple nights. Eventually Derrick enough money to buy The Axe, and it was perfect. It was if something awoke inside him, his power now having a sufficient gateway for release. From then on he played hard, partied harder, and generally became the bane of any neighbors existence.

That is, until he got a call.

Notes: Derrick is an ethical hedonist, meaning he seeks pleasure wherever he can find it but does not infringe on the equal rights of other human beings.

Sample Post:
 [i][b]"bang, Bang, BANG!"[/b][/i] the shots rang out in his head, the same sound Derrick had been hearing on repeat for several days now, the only wound that stayed fresh. The bruises and scrapes had already healed, it wasn't like that was the first time Derrick had ever been beat up, but death? That was new. He remembers bashing several of the Multiplexs on the head before getting overwhelmed and beaten down, nothing too bad but it left him helpless to do anything else.

He blacked out for awhile, no more than a couple minutes but it was enough. Robin was dead and one of his "teammates" was on his way too. With nothing but a prayer and a dollar -twenty five he got the kid an ambulance and saw him off, getting left with questioning.

[i]"What the hell were you doing out here with that kid?"[/i] asked the cop, "Nothing officer, just found him like that." Derrick replied, deadpan and sour.

[i]"Then how do you explain looking like you were on the loosing end of a bar fight?"[/i], the cop was losing patience quickly. Completely blank face, Derrick said "I tripped." And on it went for awhile until he was dismissed. The cops not getting anything useful out of him.

Now, several days later, Derrick sat on the roof and just watched the skyline. Honestly he didn't feel much right now, his anger and anguish spent. "So much for superhero's." He said to no one but the Bludhaven air.
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