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[hider=Derrick Grey][img]http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/dc/24/3b/dc243bc66ca008168d6feaf25194c395.jpg[/img][/hider]

Alias: Bard

Age: 19

Home Location: Bludhaven

Powers:

Music is Magic- So far Derrick can only release his magic by playing The Axe in certain ways.

Iron Will- Derrick isn't one to just give up anything without a fight, his determination keeping him awake through the harshest beat downs and all but the best psionics out of his head.

Weaknesses:

Strong but Unskilled- Derrick has great magical potential, his basic spells packing quiet the punch. However they are easily countered by more experienced magic users.

Wild Child- Because of his inexperience Derrick can't efficiently use his magic, tiring him out quickly.

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 given to him by a one "Uncle Scratch". It is far more durable than it has any right to be and slightly heavier than you would expect but it's magical origins make it the perfect channel for the young mages abilities.

[i]Notebook of Arcane Lore[/i]- Another gift from Uncle Scratch, this large notebook contains written spells, notes on magic, and little doodles. While only visibly carrying a hundred or so pages within it actually carries somewhere along several thousand.

Personality: [i]"Don't cling to pain. Don't expect happiness. Don't fear loss. Accept reality as it is. Enjoy the good. Endure the bad. Don't make a big deal out of anything. Be selfless, and unconditionally kind and just, without ever expecting a reward. We're all going to end up as piles of dust, so why not be nice to each other and get those pleasant fuzzies?"[/i]

Password: Gnarkk

BRIEF Bio:

Notes:

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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