BASIC INFORMATION:
- His name is Roman and uses the stage name "Roro". He's a musician who leans mostly towards metal and rock music. He plays at small concert venues.
- He is bisexual, and his gender is unknown. Roman is just Roman.
- He mainly uses he/him pronouns, but he doesn't mind they/them either.
- He loves playing guitar. He has a bunch of strange stickers on it.
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APPEARANCE:

- He's got about 11 piercings or so. Most of them are the ones on his face or ears, but he also has a belly button piercing (not VISIBLE) as well as nipple piercings.
- He's got a bracelet, but sometimes he takes it off when he's practicing.
- He has Minecraft creeper boxers. This was a very important addition I swear.
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PERSONALITY
Although he seems pretty careless and lazy, he puts a lot of expectations on himself in hopes to become better at what he does. He's nearly never satisfied with himself, and always seeks to improve. On the outside he's very laidback, but often gets into some weird situations. He doesn't really give a shit though.
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BACKSTORY
Roman was born into a musical family that focused a ton on classical music. Anything other than classical or something elegant was heavily looked down upon. Hell, the last time someone in the family dared to rebel against it, they were OUT.

When he was a young child, he was forced to play either piano or violin. At first he enjoyed it, but after being degraded by his parents and peers every day, pressured to become better even if he was already trying his best, he really hated it. But he put up with the treatment until he was in his late teenage years.

Eventually, something inside of him pushed for a change. He'd sneak out some nights to escape, and once overheard someone playing some guitar. He had ran off before he was spotted, but after that specific moment, he knew what he wanted to do. He knew what change he was going to make, and even if it wouldn't be easy, he could do it.

He started planning a run away mission. There was no possible way that his parents would just let him play, no way. He had to think, but nothing came to mind. But, he was determined to leave. So, without thinking, he packed his essential needs and just began walking after everyone was already asleep. They probably wouldn't put too much effort to find him.

After a day or two, he had walked far. He purchased a couple meals, but was running low on money. He'd sigh - this was going to be a struggle.

Unless it wasn't.

"What the hell are you doin' out here, kid?Aren't you my nephew or somethin'?" Roman would hear, turning over to look at the car that pulled over next to him. He squinted a bit, and after a minute of trying to recall any memories, he realized something. The person calling for him was his aunt, the one that got kicked out of the house for branching out. The two would chat for a bit before his aunt offered to give him a ride and some shelter, which Roman hesitantly agreed.

After this, he lived under his aunts roof. She offered to introduce him to new songs, which he ended up loving. His aunt noticed this and asked if he wanted to begin playing guitar, which he very quickly agreed. This was the change he needed.

(you can tell i gave up halfway through this LMAO um! my bad!)