[b][h2]Harmonic is a Hero in his life.[/h2][/b]

[i][color=2EFE9A]Itchy.[/color][/i]

That was Harmonic's first thought upon waking up, face down in the grass. His head pounded, and and a world of sensation greeted him after the odd reality of death. Slowly, he picked himself up, and took note of how light he felt. Gone was his gut earned from long hours of drinking and years without exercize. He was young, and he was fit. Laughter escaped his throat, and in response he threw his head back and surrendered to it.

This was insane, but also so real.

The lack of equipment on his character sheet made him worry about whether he would be dressed when he arrived, but it seemed that fear was for naught. He was perfectly dressed for his role as...

His role as...

A hobo? He could have sworn he wrote in being a bard. He even sang a couple notes for good measure, with a trained voice he never had in his previous life. Shrugging off the odd choice of outfit, he decided to focus on getting a bearing on where he was at. A personal inspection could wait.

When he took a look at the surrounding area he had to slap himself across the face. First a message about a harem appeared before his eyes, and then he found several scantily dressed women around him. Admittedly he hadn't much looked at women the last few years of his life, but it still caused him to take a quick double take at the group. He stammered a couple words, not sure where he should start explaining himself when the sound screaming saved his skin.

Thinking with his other head for a moment, he took off in the direction of the noise. The other words of the message ran though Harmonic's head as he ran. The chance to be a hero. Could that really be him? A hero? It certainly couldn't be more absurd than the rest of the situation so far. 

This was his world and his life now, it was time to try to make a mark.