Sign Up Life of a Bard [M-VL, possible S]

[Beorhun]

Life of a Bard

In the kingdom of Altheris, there was great unrest among the people of the kingdom. Armies of Nords from the lands of the north were massing, led by an enigmatic leader whom none of the soldiers of Altheris had seen. Not to mention the hoards of bandits that threatened to destroy Altheris from within... Day by day, as the cloud of war hung over the people of Altheris, they turned to their leader only to see a frightened man too young for his position in the throne. The land was saturated with fear, but still some gave hope to them, however, they did not come in the form of most...
On the streets of Lathen, it was empty, and rain fell from a blue sky onto the muddy roads. Strange, melancholy music drifted out the door of the tavern labeled 'The Grey Horse'. A band, a group of bards, was rehearsing, hoping only for a few pieces of gold. They began to play a slow, haunting melody. The rest of the entire tavern stopped as the music took form and filled the crowded room, as if time itself had ceased moving for the moment. Drunks quieted, the bartender leaned back in his seat, it was obvious that no one would be doing much while these sorcerers of harmonies and melodies played their songs. These bards represented the last bit of good left in the people of Altheris.
Who were these people, these sorcerers of words, these makers of music? They were but ordinary people, simply trying to make a living. They drifted, without fear of bandits, between city and weary city. They, however, gave hope to the people of Althiris. They brought out the last of the adventurous folk, the last breed of people who were fearless in this time. They were comrades, all knowing and loving each other. Yet they remained humble, almost obvivious to the respect that people gave to them. Some were young, some were older, and others were people trying to evade their past...
These people wandered, making small amounts of money from the less perfect people of Altheris. What made them so perfect? What made them stand out and be able to spiritually arrest even the most raucous of drunken barbarians? Most importantly, where did they come from, and why were they such an enigma to the common folk?

The signup:

The positions are...well, members of the band. Any amount will do, as long as its above 4 people. I would, however, like a singer/poet for the band.

Name:
Age: 15-35
Instrument:
Other Abilities:
Defining Attribute: Beauty, Scariness, Charisma, etc.
Appearance: A pic would be nice, but a description needs to be about a paragraph long.

My Signup:

Name: Weaver
Age: 21
Instrument: Oboe
Other Abilities: Is apparently good at fencing, persuasive.
Defining Attribute: Charismatic
Appearance: A pic will be upcoming, but for now, here's a description.
Weaver has long, dark blonde hair, and brilliant light blue eyes. He wears a brown coat, which is kind of worn and tattered, with a blue shirt and black pants under it. He, despite his slightly older age (for the time period) looks very young, and his face has no scars or signs of any age. He has a large, brown belt, with a pouch on the back where he keeps his instrument. Also, he wears a brown scarf which also looks weathered and tattered. He also has a scabbard on his belt.