Last of my main DnD crew.

Conner Ironsole.
From the moment he heard his first lullabies as a child, the power of music has ruled his life. Yet, after hearing and playing many forms of music, none seemed to truly stir his soul. So, he began writing his own, a music of raw, primal power. It gained him few admirers in his village. People covered their ears, as he near shredded the strings on the special lute he had made himself.

He needed to play faster....louder!

Even though his noted drowned out the angry screams of his neighbors, who commented it sounded like he was pulling a rake across metal, still it wasn't enough. Something was missing...
...and so, to no ones argument, he decided to leave, to journey out into the world, and try to find what he needed to create his ultimate music...

...his...Metal!