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Character Concept: A carefree man held back by his past, or perhaps a bitter man putting on a front.

Name: Harmonic A. Mutt

Gender: A guy.

Background: Harmonic, it would be silly to use his old name, used to be a supervisor. A man climbing the corporate ladder, constantly trying to hold on from the deluge of order raining on him from above. Constantly adding to that deluge to the people under him. Meeting endless deadlines, endless quotas, endless profits. It wasn't a position he ever wanted to be in, but he had a family to support. He was still young when he gave up his dream of being a musician, and instead learned business.

At first it was a good life. His wife worked part time to cover the bills, and the corporate ladder was more of a dream than a goal. It was when his wife died that what was once a dream became a necessity. His son needed to be well fed, well schooled, and able to have a better future than his father. It meant that they never saw much of each other, but Harmonic was set in his position.

So he went through life, growing more bitter, more prone to drink, more stressed by his work. He poured his heart into his career until his heart burst, only in his forties, and he died in his office. Surrounded by the work that had become his life.

Truly he was shocked, and a little annoyed, to find out there was an afterlife. It had always been against his beliefs, but he couldn't deny his own experience. It took him some time to decide whether to accept a new life. Did he deserve it? Would it matter in the end, since he would never see his son again anyway?

After some contemplation, he decided it was a chance he shouldn't pass up. A chance to shake off the bitterness that had become his life, indulge in his dreams, and perhaps even atone for the suffering he caused the people clinging to the lower rungs of the ladder. He thought of his dreams, of the stories he had read in his youth, the men he once admired, and picked a new name. Perhaps he even took a few years off his appearance while he was at it.

For what felt like the first time in a decade Harmonic smiled, and pressed "FINALIZE".

Level: One.

Class: Spoony Bard.

Race: He's just a boring human with boring human traits.

Attribute: Finesse

Thaumaturgy: He didn't study for years to become a wizard, his spells come from his singing as a natural effect. He prefers to fight a conflict up close, supporting himself with his magic. It overall makes him a balanced fighter compared to those relying solely on force or magic.

Spells:
Darkness: Harmonic's preferred way of fighting. While his singing gives his position away, he still has an edge in an exchange of blows due to his extensive use of this technique. It spreads outwards as he sings, so a longer verse will mean a larger field of affect.

Boiling: While not cruel enough to have tried this on a person, this spell causes an object to heat up quickly. As with darkness, the longer the verse the hotter an object gets. Harmonic has never tried to melt steel with it, but it cooks dinner in a pinch.

Entanglement: While not confined to mother nature, the spell typically manifests as roots coming forth from the ground to ensnare the legs of Harmonic's enemies. Or their arms, if the space is sufficiently narrow. Much like with the above two examples, the longer the verse Harmonic chants, the thicker and farther they wind around the opponent.

Equipment: Er, skin?[/hider]