Faehyr had two very caring parents, they loved to spoil him and just wanted to make him happy. Believe it or not, when he was young he was actually really charasmatic and nice. He put others before himself back then. He grew up constantly looking through the archives of what humanitiy was like before everything was scattared. He loved learning about what life was on 'Earth'. For a while he would just look at whatever caught his eye and seemed intresting. He didn't search out a specific catagory of archives.

One day he was searching around the music archives of earth, and he happened across recordings of concerts and songs from a genre called 'Hair Metal'. He quickly latched onto this genere and style of music. Feahyr started searching out for every archive of this genere absolutley amazed by the genre and preformances. His parents quickly took notice, so when Feahyr's 9th birthday came around they got him a custim hex guitar. He took to it quickly, picking up how to play it almost instantly.

The next few years were filled with him learning not only how to play the guitar but also how to wow a croud. He took countless lessons in acrobatics, years of it finally got him to perfection. He even started a garage band with a few of his friends, abeit they hardly got any gigs. Faehyr lead guitarist of the band 'Teenage Rebellion', he definently gained quite a few dedicated followers within his town.

He was surrounded by support of his craft his life felt right. He was happy and felt like nothing could ever ruin it.

He was wrong.

Faehyr had woken up late, it was his birthday so his parents didn't bother making him get up for school. The moment he woke up he ran down to the basement, going into the hidden panic room of his house to practice his rifts. The panic room had been made into Faehyr's practice room a few years ago and had stayed like that, afterall it was the only soundproof room in the house. He closed the hidden door behind him and locked it as always.

Hours felt like minutes when he was practicing, time flew by and he didn't even notice how long had passed until he had risked a glance at a nearby clock. It was well into the night now, he wondered why his parents hadn't come down and got him. They were all supposed to go to dinner for his 16th birthday afterall. He emerged from the room, guitar strapped to his back and went up stairs to go find his parents. He walked up stairs and felt a breeze when he emerged on ground floor. The house, it was in shambles no longer could it possibly be classified as a house at first glance. Then, he saw a horror that would be burned into his brain...

The bodies of everyone he knew and loved...all unmoving.

Before he had time to process this he saw the perputrators, ripping his best friend apart. Pure humans. He couldn't think, his legs reacted before him. He ran and ran and ran. He didn't even consider stopping or looking back, it wasn't safe anymore. Faehyr ran all the way to a ship docking station, without a second thought he hid himself in one of the ships. When they net docked Faehyr left the ship and he was somwhere he had never been or seen. He wasn't at home anymore.

He only had his guitar to his name so he did the only things he could, preform and complete bounties for any amount of money. He preformed old songs that he had written...with his friends. He ignored what had happened, deciding to preform and work instead of letting himself accept and grieve over the event. Years pass by, now he's famous, his name is known around the galaxy. He's rich, he can have anything and everything...but yet...he couldn't be further from happiness.

Putting on an act, being an asshole and narrssictic bastard so that nobody can possibly tolarate him enough to become aqantiances much less friends. Of course, he would never admit this is the actual reason he acts like that. Faehyr, the name has never been tied to a band since 'Teenage Rebellion', there were attempts in which he joined groups but his ego made it so those never worked out.

Riches, fame, glamour, so why does he still take bounties and go on adventures. He could just sit at home an relax, he says it's for inspiration but nobody believes that. The truth which even he refuses to accept is, he does it so he will never think about what happened to his friends his family. He's 28 now and still, he has yet to let himself cope with the events. He still wakes up in the middle of the night screaming as the scene replayes in his mind with another sick and twisted addition to it...

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Chapter 1

'Latley a few people have said that my music isn't what it used to be. They keep saying that I used to defy the genre and now i define it. Is it true...it is true and I know it. People liked me when I was playing those songs I made as a teen when...ah nevermind. Basically, now I'm just making songs to make money it seems. Where's the emotion...the passion. Will I really have to...no...I won't'
A pair of boots and words from parents of those who enjoy his music, is this really all it takes to start chipping away at Faehyr's resolve and carefully contained emotions. Imagine, the great Faehyr Ga'annir who never listened to any critcs when it came to his music, getting bothored by a pair of boots and a few random people...ah...what has it come to.