A young man who lives life to the fullest, singing songs of his youthful childhood and terror visions. But those days are behind him as he looks for ways to get back at those who have wronged him, whoever they may be.

Bo was born to a family of nobles, and lived with them happily for about 8 years before their manor burned down in a fire caused by a bunch of 'drunkards' killing everyone in it except for Bo himself and a few servants. The servants not knowing what else to do sent Bo to Alderon to live with his uncle unbeknownst to them that he has been poisoned in his sleep. The uncle's wife wanting nothing to do with him, and declaring the bad luck to be of his accord threw Bo to the streets to fend for himself. Picked up by the local orphanage, Bo was finally able to live safely again.
After living for a couple years within the orphanage he was picked up by a lumberjack and his half-elf wife, from whom he learned elvish and basic woodcutting. The greatest gift he received from this couple however was a lute, from which his love of music was born. Singing and learning the lute for the next four years as he created his own songs of the creatures of the forest and the beauties of nature that he found around him just beyond his backdoor. Later that year however he went a bit further into the forest and found a stone shrine out in the woods with a great many engravings that he didn't understand. Being the curious youngster he was, he decided to investigate the shrine, accidentally breaking a part of it. As soon as the part of the shrine cracked off Bo heard screeches so loud they made his vision a fury of dissonant red.
Passing out immediately after this catastrophe, Bo went into a coma for 2 months where in his dreams he found himself fighting for his life against monsters of old and ones that he has never heard of before, the visions driving him mad from the terror brought forth by their mere gargantuan proportions and the pain he imagined coming from their attacks. Within these visions he kept seeing a massive humanoid wolf with red and black fur in gleaming gold and white armor coming at him constantly.
When he finally woke up, his mouth erupted in a fury of notes matching his insanity brought forth by the shrine that's broken his will. Despite being worried about him before, his foster parents immediately threw him out due to them believing he was possessed my demons. Back to the streets of Alderon he found the visions continuing to invade him in his sleep and his daydreams, never allowing him a moment's respite.
As his sanity left him in a sullen state for the next few years he found his old lute as depraved as he was in a lump of garbage. How he recognized it as his own he does not know, but as he picked it up and played and sang, his visions drifted from the terrors of this world to the sweetness of his childhood in the forests outside the woods and playing outside his family manor. He saw the notes come out in front of him creating a flurry of colorful images before his eyes. As he began to get a hold of his newfound circumstances he sang in the streets of the terrors and the beauties of the world and started making his way back to regaining his sanity and understanding his newfound abilities. Despite being on the streets for a long period of time in desolation, his performances in pubs earned him a pretty penny, and allowed him to start living far more comfortably.
The visions never did leave him though, but as he translated these prominent memories and visions to song for those around him to hear, and for him to see, he started getting a foothold on his life again learning a great many other instruments to entertain others with, and eventually went on to tutor the king's family in the ways of his song, and how to encapsulate an audience as greatly as he. This went for a short two months until one day during one of his lessons when he had just wrapped up the princess was found dead in the music chambers. Immediately blamed for the death of the king's daughter he was sentenced to death and thrown into the dungeons.
Bringing forth the terrorizing visions he had before into song with just his voice, he drove the guards mad to the point at which they killed themselves and allowing him to break out of his cold prison to escape. On his way out he found his lute and some of his gold that he had made from his teachings and ran for his life, to a far off land away from this treacherous kingdom with those who keep trying to have him mysteriously killed for reasons unbeknownst to him. Scared for his life he looks for ways to rid himself of these terrifying visions that constantly take over his thoughts, and for a way to fight back against those who are out to get him.