^{you got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style}

^{a melancholy town where we never smile}

x1..dossier

love forever, love is free --

-- let's turn forever, you and me

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x2..history

a milalla born and raised on the mean streets of treno, solos murdrum was a bard and beat poet busking for a living, barely making ends meet. that is, until that fateful day when the warrior of light came a knockin', showing him a world beyond his own, and without much planning or thought solos found himself a stowaway on an airship bound for living memory and beyond! once free of the timey-w-imey-bubbly-wubbly solos went walkabout. finding a ship to old sharlayan, he managed to navigate his lack of appropriate paperwork with the customs and excise clerk using some good old fashioned charm, and when that didn't work, some good old fashioned cutting-and-running. as one would surmise, a gaggle of eggheads in white coats were a poor match for solos, who'd spent his life playing lethal hide-and-seek with levin beasts who could soft-boil his eyeballs.Once inside sharlayan it was simple enough to pose as a first year student, shocked at the lack of questions asked by a bunch of folks supposedly bent on knowing everything about everything. an even smaller shock was just how lacking sharlayan's art program was. as in there wasn't one, save for an electoral on the avant-garde professor relm and "pictomancy". instantly solos felt a connection to this bizarre magical art form. improvising in the way only a street musician knew how, solos swapped the brush and palette for his handy-dandy electrope spraypaint canister and his trusty sketch folio, and dipped before another abysmal serving of archonloaf could be foisted on him.

gon' bite the dust, can't fight with us --

-- with yo' sound, you kill the Inc

standing at a mere 2 fulms and 10 ilms, solos isn't exactly intimidating, no some may even be comforted by his genial 3 la-noscean-oranges-tall nature, pleasing smile and his melodious voice. he dresses in a fashion all his own, one part treno street rat and two parts solution 9 back-alley energy tonic addict. his fit is kept crisp and on point at all times, and he is known to carry some very distinct equipment including but not limited to, an old dented and tarnished trumpet kept in a leather case, an electrope guitar slung across his back and a messenger bag containing various art supplies and his beloved folio. BUT! do not allow his positive attitude and smiling eyes betray you into a false sense of security, for as kind and generous a soul as solos is, he is a wielder of immense megickal aptitude! big BOOM tiny package!now a full-fledged paint-smudged adventurer, solos is taking his love of music, art and magic and laying the smackdown on anyone foolish enough to take this small fry for granted.

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x3..gallery

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x4..hooks

x5..ground rules

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