Wezley has a minion!

Grey the Wunn


The Galactic Kumos
Owner: Lisa

Age: 7 years, 6 months, 1 week

Born: March 11th, 2011

Adopted: 7 years, 4 months, 4 weeks ago

Adopted: April 22nd, 2011

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  • Level: 5
  • Strength: 10
  • Defense: 10
  • Speed: 10
  • Health: 10
  • HP: 10/10
  • Intelligence: 3
  • Books Read: 3
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Store Clerk

Wezley [Wehz-lee] Gifted...Musical...Focused

Wezley is, simply put, a musical genius. From the first time he picked up a guitar when he was a small pup, those around him could see that the boy had a gift. Wez could hear a song once or twice and he knew what notes to play, how the harmonics interwove, how the melody sounded...each song he heard, it was memorized almost immediately. Wezley knew that when he was older, he would be a professional musician, playing beautiful music for all the world to enjoy.

But for all his natural talent, he would still need the training that could only be found at the best schools. Unfortunately, Wezley's family was extremely poor and had to break it to the young kumos that his dream simply couldn't be. He was heartbroken at the news. Weeks went by where he refused to pick up his guitar and strum a single note. His father finally had enough of his moping around one afternoon and all but ordered the boy to get outside, take a walk, do something. So Wezley reluctantly left the tiny two-room flat and walked out into downtown Centropolis with his old guitar.

The day was warm and sunny, not at all befitting his mood and he scowled at the sky as he headed automatically towards his favorite part of town. As he walked, it seemed like all the people and pets he passed were happy - couples in love, schoolchildren laughing about their day, families shopping. He sighed and sat down at the edge of the city park on an old weathered wooden bench, pulling his legs up under him and settling his guitar on his lap, its case open at his feet. He began to play, a song he had heard the other day on the radio, his mood slowly lifting as the melody wove around him. He closed his eyes and let the song take him where it willed. As he strummed the final note, his eyes flew open at the sound of clapping. There were a dozen or more pets and their owners gathered around him, smiling, and a few even threw some sP into his case.

"That was wonderful!" "Come on, give us another!" "Are you a professional? You should be!" "I wish I could play like that!"

He could only stare as the people spoke. He'd never had anyone hear him play except his family and a few friends. He hadn't even intended to play now. It had just happened. He smiled, a warm feeling glowing in his chest, and he sat up straighter, playing the opening chord for another song and launching into it. By the time an hour had passed, he had played many more songs and a sizable crown had gathered. He had even made quite a good haul of sP that listeners had thrown into his case. As it began to get dark, he played his last song and packed up, slinging his case over a shoulder. The crowd had dispersed and he stood from the bench to start home, but before he could walk away, a hand fell on his shoulder.

"Son, I haven't heard playing that good since I don't know when. You have a real talent there. Were all those songs memorized? You must be going to school for music, yes?" An older anyu gentleman, dressed in a fine suit, was smiling down at him.

"Oh...thank you." Wezley stuttered, smiling shyly. "I memorize songs when I hear them. It's just something I've been able to do since I was young. I'm not going to school though. My family...we can't afford something like that. I finished secondary school this spring and I'm afraid that's as far as I'm going." He brushed some lint off his fur, straightening his shoulder strap with a sigh.

"Well. That just won't do. A true gift like yours should be nurtured, given room to grow, and shared. Do you know of Truliard's School of Music downtown?"

Wezley's eyes widened. Had he heard of it? Who hadn't?! It was only the finest music school anywhere in Subeta. He told the anyu as much.

"Son, I just happen to be that Truliard. Anderson Truliard the second, to be exact. It was my father who started the school and I who am in charge of it now. I would like to offer you a full scholarship, if you would do Subeta the honor of studying there."

Wezley's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe it. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't be true. Could it? He could barely speak when he answered. "Are...are you s-serioius? Truliard? You...really? For real?"

The anyu smiled with a good-natured chuckle. "Yes, my boy, I am serious and for real. I take it you're interested then. That's good. If you'd like, we can meet tomorrow afternoon, say after lunch, around one? Just come in the front door of the school building and the secretary will point you to my office. We can get everything figured out then. Bring your parents if you like."

Wezely couldn't stop grinning. This really was happening. "Yes, sir. We'll be there. Thank you."

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Writing by Lisa

Pet Treasure

Guitar Plushie


Guitar Strap

Electric Piano


Acoustic Guitar

Sunburst Electric Bass

Stylin Oldskool Guitar

Unorganized Sheets of Music

Music Sheet

Blank Composers Book

Music Theory Grade 1

Music Theory Grade 2

Music Theory Grade 3

Music Theory Grade 4

Music Theory Grade 5

Music Theory Grade 6

Music Theory Grade 7

Music Theory Grade 8

Music 101

Blank CD

Rap CD

Pop CD

Country CD

Classical CD

Rock CD

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Turquoise Guitar Pick

Berry Guitar Pick

Gold Guitar Pick

Spotted Guitar Pick

Striped Guitar Pick

Cavalli Brand Bass E String

Cavalli Brand Bass A String

Cavalli Brand Bass D String

Cavalli Brand Bass G String

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