Trippy T

A gentle wind was conjured by Euterpe, the great muse of song. It journeyed everywhere searching for the curse sealed many years ago into the soul of a mortal. The breeze was intended to find this being and activate the hidden potential beneath its flesh. It succeeded, but something went wrong. The curse in the young boy had developed overwhelming power. It was uncontrollable. The gust of wind and radical evil beneath united with the child. His eyes glowed yellow like a demon and his hair had faded white as a ghost. He vanished, but studies show he can be brought back with an ancient ritual. Don’t be afraid to do so, the bass demon Trippy T will always be of service.

May. '12