Appearance:
Name: Sander DrovesAge: 21
Gender: Male
Sexual preference: Everything needs a little love
Race: Human
Personality: Musical and lazy. Mostly very easy going for it’s very hard to spook him.
Skills/Abilities: Besides musical abilities, he is pretty strong but not overly so.
Bio: Sander comes from a rich family. The family took its legacies rather seriously. The red headed teen was allowed his freedom in the arts with in reason. The family realizing that some extra non academics would look good on applications and such. Sander went a long with the plan, not wanting to cause waves in the family till high school. There a teacher showed him how expressive arts could be for him. It was there he picked up his first guitar. Strumming the six stringed instruments allowed him to emote more emotions than he had before.
Through music he learned he rather hated his life at home. That there was an emptiness there that could only be filled by music he played. Very soon after this discovery, Sander started breaking home rule. He went out at night, hung out with friends that were not of the right standing. A couple of bands signed him up to play for them. The family hated how he started to act and grow out his hair, then cut it in strange ways. They tolerated it though figuring it was just a stage and that he would break out of it sooner or later. But this was not the case. In fact the behavior only increased to the point where on his eighteenth birthday he used the money that was supposed to go to his college to go and get on one but several tattoos. He didn’t come home for about three days and when he did he found that he was locked out. A guard handed him a bag filled with some clothes and a note saying: “Come back when you are ready to give up your music.”
Sander threw a fit and left the property after destroying many of things on his way. Having taken all the money out of his accounts on his birthday, Sander was left with enough that he thought would last him a good couple of years on its own. But after some bad purchases and lack of want to find a job, Sander was rather broke and living on the street that next year. Friends let him crash on couches. He stilled played for different bands but as ever terrible with money he never seemed to be able to save enough. Not wanting to be a burden on friends for too long Sander would pay them and then stay on the streets for a couple of days or weeks depending on weather.
It was on one such stent that Sander was picked up. A man offered to by him some food if he played for him and his friends at his home. Sander didn’t think anything of it and followed the man. It was only after rounding a corner and a quick bump to the head did Sander even think something was wrong. But then it was too late.
Other: Many spratic tattoos. Mostly tribal
Current Master; ]
((This will be edited to fit other places if wanted/needed))
