Name: Mezzo Forte
Age: 274
Race: Possessed Human
Alliance: Magnificent Mages Band
Biography: Mezzo was once just another kid, living in the city San Fransisco. Mezzo's not his REAL name, though, just as Forte isn't really his last name, but its what he's called nowadays. He doesn't even recall his real name. He had a particular interest in music, especially those of the Rock, Classical, and Country genres, and always wanted to learn how to play the guitar. And then, one day at a pawn shop he was a regular at(since, y'know, they always have instruments for sale at those places), he saw it:The guitar of his dreams.
Now, problem was, the owner was a stingy man, and this was a NICE guitar. He'd even gone as far as keeping the guitar in the same display case it was pawned to him in, apparently it had been a collectors item or something. Mezzo didn't care about it being collectible or anything, he just wanted that guitar, and to learn how to play it. Again, though the owner was stingy-and so, the guitar was very pricey. Around $500 was the final price the owner was willing to let him have it for, him only getting the reduction from $600 since he was a regular customer. True, it was still cheap for a collectors item...But it was still expensive for Mezzo.
He asked the owner to hold it for him, when the door to the shop opened. And there was a little group from his school, a gang, that walked in. They decided they liked the guitar too, and wanted it. If it weren't for the extensive amounts of guns on the wall for sale(Pawn shop people sell loooooots of things, you see), combined with the small intellect of the thugs not to realize the guns probably wouldn't be loaded, they'd have robbed the store of the guitar and hustled out. To be exact, the leader of the gang wanted it, the other two goons just his lackeys. The made their way out, all 'bad' and such, and decided to go try to raise some money.
Now, of course, these thugs weren't well liked, and the owner did like Mezzo. He didn't like bullets being shot at him, so while he couldn't say he WOULDN'T sell the gang the guitar if they came up with the money, he WAS going to double the price for them. He figured that'd give the kid enough time to raise the $500 to get the guitar himself. And so, with a goal in mind, he set out to earn a bit of money. He knew he couldn't go with a normal job, that'd be too slow, what with minimum wage and all. But he wasn't turning to a life of crime, either, he was a good kid. So, he turned to his friends. Of course, they were willing to help him, and they all got jobs together. It was fun, too, for them, since they all worked together, and so, they slowly, but surely, earned the money.
Days turned to weeks, and a month had passed. Luckily, the rival gang hadn't gotten the money himself; the guy had to pay most of what he earned to the head of the gang, and these guys eren't exactly nice about lending money. After a total of two and a half months, they'd scraped together enough cash to purchase the guitar. He thanked his friends for having been there for him, and jokingly promised he'd help them out if they were in a tight spot when he became a rock star. When they presented the money to the pawn shop owner, the man took it, and counted it. He finished, shrugged, told Mezzo that he was actually five bucks short...And handed him the case anyway. He looked at the pawn owner, and thanked him, before opening the case and taking the guitar. He heard a soft voice, somewhere distant, but he couldn't place it, since it was slightly drowned out by his friend's congradulations
As he turned to leave, though, the door flew open, and the rival gang trio burst into the store. They were fed up with doing things the legal way, and apparently thought they were invincible or something(as it turned out, they'd just accidentally gotten high off a drug they were supposed to be selling), so they weren't scared by the guns on the wall. They pulled out their own guns, and began to fire. The bullets, though were blasted back by a burst of sheer sound that the guitar seemed to just produce on its own. He heard that voice again, though it seemed his friends and everyone else couldn't, and it was clearer this time. It asked him if he was a good person. He wondered whatever the voice was, why it was asking him this, but he knew he was a good person, but as soon as he thought this, and was getting ready to say it aloud to the voice, the soft, melodic voice came back, saying one sentence:"Then Im glad your the one who took me."
He looked down at the guitar, and it seemed to make a odd sort of sense...It was the guitar speaking to him, her(he could tell the voice was a she, but still wasn't entirely sure he should refer to it as a she...) own ability and knowledge seeming to flow through his mind. Instantly, it seemed, he knew how to play, and how to channel some form of...Of energy, through his music...Was it...No, it couldn't be MAGIC, could it? That was stuff only from fairy tales...Right?
Wrong.
He slowly picked up his hand, getting the pick, and moving it into the position to play. His friends seemed to be in a state of shock, the good kind, if there is any. You'd be too, if you just helped buy a guitar that saved your life from a impeding bullet storm from a bunch of gangsters. The gangsters, on the other hand, looked in disbelief, or more likely just confusion, their tiny brains incapable of processing what just happened. The pawn guy kept his cool, but he didn't exactly know what the hell just happened, either. Mezzo then played one note, a swift one, and the soundwave that came from it seemed sweet, and nice. And a sweet note it was, for it was of the right frequency to crack the guns the gangsters had brought in with them. High or not, this terrified the gangsters, so much that they were immobilized with fear. He walked a few steps towards them, told them to get out, and then went back to his friends. The gangsters wasted no time running for their pathetic lives. Once his friends got over what happened, they looked at him, said something along the lines of 'THAT WAS AWESOME', and absolutely freaked out. In the good way, of course. They were all ecstatic to be alive, after all.
Mezzo stayed there for a while, becoming something of a small town hit for a few years. Eventually, he and his friends were old enough that they all were getting jobs, you know, the age-eighteen and stuff, when you finally move out o' your parents house. They kept in touch, but physically drifted apart, going to different cities. He still talked with Melodia(the name of the guitar, as he found) a lot, too, and she helped him with his songs. She recommended him to go to Brooklyn one day, having felt drawn there for some reason...It turned out to be a great thing for him to do. He went there, played for a while, and met up with two others-A Sax player, and s older guy with a Bass. They all shared one thing in common...Their instruments...And so, they formed a band, and traveled the cosmos, sharing their wicked skills of music.
But this isn't his backstory's end, not yet! You see...There was a event in history, where the newly reformed USSR, began a attack upon the rest of the world...And Mezzo had previously promised to help out his friends that if they needed him, he'd help them, many years ago. At one time, he suddenly vanished from the band's vessel, having heard of the tensions between countries and this new 'USSR'. His friends had families, yes, but they had either married each other, or they were still looking or something. Mezzo kept his promise. He shocked them, for he still looked as young as the day he picked up the guitar. He told them that he could get them off world, help them get away from the planet. At first, they hesitated. They had lives there, after all. But, they knew what was going on...War was inevitable, what with the mad dictator controlling the USSR. So they agreed, and he helped them off world. Word is, they're living somewhere in the Saeculum galaxy.
There. Now its done.
Weapons: Melodia, his Guitar.
Equipment: As above, Melodia, and he has a few amps as well sometimes.
Magic Level: 3, mostly sound based.
Appearance: http://browse.deviantart.com/?q=anime%20guitar%20guy&order=9&offset=24#/d252l1p
