Mastro
Legacy Name: Mastro

SO: ?
Status: Single

Occupation: Guardian of the City/Mysterious Pianist
Allegience: Side of Conformity
Joined the Urban Revolution: To protect the balance of the city

Human Appearance: Click!
Gargoyle/Griffin Appearance: Click!

Mentally: Sane
Essence: Music
Theme Song: Piano Man - Billy Joel

We were a proud race, gargoyles. And there were plenty of us to guard our fair city. Everyone thought that our statues were the remnants of a time long past, and perhaps we were. But only during the day and the casual light of the sun. I was born long ago, when we all still spoke in proper tongues and the tallest buildings in the city were church spires and cathedrals instead of office buildings and skyscrapers. My purpose was an easy one until I came of the proper age to train, and even then I found the fighting a challenge and any challenge was an instant sort of love. My song grows as I gradually add more notes to the chords I'm playing, as I add complexity to my melody and weave in a more building harmony to match it. It gradually twists into something similar yet completely different, and it breaths life to a past I found almost pleasant to remember. Even young I was one of the best there were out of us guardians, and I proved it over and over. Our battles with the supernatural beings that threatened to destroy our city by the nighttime hours were fallen over and over again, defeated by us.

The major tone of the notes wafts through the air powerfully then turns minor without any warning, the song slowly twisting into something more dire, more terrifying, more foreshadowing. The volume grows some, but it's still not loud though it would keep any audience on the edge of their seats. I add little flourishes to my twisted melody now, little touches of a mixture of pain, sorrow, regret...but the angry sort. That battle was unlike any other, the creatures that faced us far more then we could handle. But we held our own, fighting as valiantly as we could. Right up until the sky was no longer dark and the sun's rays started to bath the sky in hues of orange and blood red. We should have fled but...but there just wasn't time. Many tried to flee, some of us got a decent distance away....but it was a hopeless gesture. As the sun touched our bodies we were slowly forced to stop our movement, frozen in whatever pose we had been in before as it turned us all to stone, to the statues you all see during the day but don't ponder why they go missing or move at night.

My music grows and becomes what I've become known for, turns into that impossibility that no one else is able to play. My chords gain more notes in them then what's physically possible to play because I'm able to move far faster then any human, can hit notes without you realizing I moved my hand at all. The melody is so complex now, so full, that it echoes off the walls with it's haunting and terrible yet beautiful sound of the piano's voice in a volume loud enough to probably heard around the block if the doors were only left open. I use the highest keys as well as the lowest ones, their voices amazing yet chilling together. It's a glorious song...but I wished so badly that my face didn't turn into a grave frown at this part of it. When the sun set and night freed me from my stony prison the first thing that I felt was alone...a bone shaking, soul wrenching feeling of isolation. I knew deep down then the truth, but I still moved out to see it with my own eyes, shifting from my griffin shape to a human one...and I'm somewhat glad that I did now, for griffins cannot cry in the way people can. All of my comrades, family, anyone I was allowed to talk to because they were my kin were still statues, their bodies shattered and broken by our attackers that could withstand daylight. I would find a stone wing here, a head there...claws hither and thither as well as unidentified pieces of black rock that I only knew belonged to someone because of the sharpness that could only mean it was freshly broken.

A clustered chord, ugly and terrible in it's sound as my hands make full contact with whatever notes they happened to be on as I lean forward and practically fall on the piano, head firmly down and face hidden. Silence echoes about, more looming then the music was. The silence of the air that night, lacking so much in the joyful cries of gargoyles and beating of wings freed from stone. The silence that I had always been forced to keep in order to keep our secret, for we could not speak to those we protected. The silence of secrets that I always kept within myself...the silence of those I still keep. I have to force myself to lean up again and place my hands gently on the keys, weaving out a tune of such loss and sorrow anyone with ears could hear the tears I was crying through my music, for I would never again cry like I did that night. I will never be able to, never will again feel that loss of everything I'd ever known. The notes aren't hard, the tune isn't complicated...but the meaning is unmistakable in it's melancholy beauty. The power that used to course through us all, that kept us all here, is now only soully mine and that makes me more powerful then any other has been...but what sort of title is that if you're the only one left?

I was left alone to defend my city, and that's the only reason I keep on. The reason I keep playing my song, the reason my fingers find reason to keep playing these notes for just a little longer to continue my melody. A sense of purpose, a sense of reason. My piece slowly comes to an end, a beautifully sad arpeggio ending with a roll of the keys and a loving chord spread across the piano's strings that echoed in a forlorn sort of way off the walls of the theater. I hang my head, face hidden by brown hair, and let a single tear fall to the black and white keys below it.

It's true that I can protect this city from all the supernatural beings that threaten it, but...but it isn't the real problem that I can help. What can I do for a city that is slowly tearing itself apart from the inside with hate, malice...everything that makes its people hate one another with a ferocity that makes even me cringe with a little fear? Nothing, and it seems that's how it was meant to stay, leaving me feeling little more then useless.