Here we go:
Name: Zablex? (Might change the name of this causes contention)
Appearance: tall (6 feet 6 inches), slender, wiry, bright red hair with gold highlights styled in a wild and fiery way, dark hazel eyes. Wears a charcoal suit on formal occasions with a black or red tie and a black heavy coat when in cold or rainy weather. Casual clothes are a pair of blue jeans, combat boots, a grey shirt, red aviator’s sunglasses with black rimming for bright days and fingerless gloves with metal at the knuckles.
Place of Origin: Stonehenge, England (I'm guessing it's where the person is when the RP starts) His home is in NYC.
Conduit Type: silver chain necklace with a Mjolnir(?)-like design to an attached pendant.
Gemstone: Obsidian. Is in the center area of the Mjolnir(?)-like design's hammer head.
Personality/Bio: born into a musical family, he studied a great deal about the history of music. His studies brought him to the songs that told the Conduits’ legends, the good and the bad, and he began to learn to play them on a wide variety of instruments, even so far as to train his voice to sing them as well. He was quite the music enthusiast growing up and, on his travels, he found a curious pendant/necklace (kinda changes what he calls it depending on the day or mood) with obsidian that had curious markings on it.
Behind the scenes, he found a great interest in the power of music to the minds and emotions of the listener; how it can evoke terror, joy, sorrow, peace and rage in a very short time. He found that it was this emotional power that helped music to stick around for so long and has come to admire it.
He can be joking and is oftentimes practicing his music. He is serious when he feels the need, which can be very often depending on his perception of the situation. Has a temper that he usually keeps well in control. When he does lose his temper, he isn't exactly nice. It's pretty rare he loses his temper to that level and it usually ends up with him yelling and ranting.
In secret, he had been desirous to find the ultimate power that this king of old wanted. He believed that the songs and tales only made this folly seem more enticing and if music had this power, what kind of power could this crown grant to its wielder? He rarely talks of this as it is often seen as idle dreaming or nonsense but he believes that it could be possible to find if this legend, and by proxy, the power; are true, what kind of power can this crown grant?
Misc: Musician and martial artist. Has an odd accent that can be described as a mixture of Scottish and Irish (I call it a "Skyrish" accent because it combines Scottish and Irish). He loses this accent when enraged or showing his darker side. Usually carries a music player with an external speaker and small instruments (like a recorder flute, guitar or simple bell) on his person.
(@Runa, too much; need me to fix/change anything?).
Crosses fingers for Obsidian's power being sound