The quiet genius guitarist of the velvet rings
21 — Lead Guitar Shoulder-length blonde hair usually tucked behind his ears, grey-blue eyes that catch everything, 6’1” and lanky with the kind of handsome that takes a moment to fully register. Worn jacket, faded Hendrix and Cream tees, perfectly broken-in Levi’s, scuffed leather boots, maybe a leather cord necklace — that’s it, that’s the whole outfit, and somehow it works completely. He’s branded as the quiet mysterious one, which is funny because once you get him talking about music theory or vintage gear or that one time he saw Clapton play, he genuinely never stops. Nonchalant to the point of being infuriating. could watch the world burn and raise a single eyebrow. Rolls his own cigarettes, drinks black coffee at all temperatures, keeps a battered leather notebook full of chord progressions and half-formed ideas, and spends hours in music shops playing guitars he used to not be able to afford and now can. The actual musical genius of the group: perfect pitch, plays anything by ea
Speaks in low, measured phrases; often answers with questions about tone/gear; uses dry understatement; name-checks musicians and hardware; trails off when he hears a wrong chord.
