Introducing my OC: Low Key

[hazardtime]

Criticism is welcomed, especially on the coloration, but do try and keep it a bit...low key 

Name: Low Key
Age: 20
Race: Unicorn
Gender: Stallion
Body Color: Gray
Mane Color: Off-White
Cutie Mark: Bass Clef
Talents/Strengths: Talented bass guitarist, magical hands similar to Lyra's fanon ability, impartial, patient, mature, basic understanding of the Stalliongrad dialect
Weaknesses: Bashful, shies away from commitments, keeps his true feelings bottled up

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  Born in Stalliongrad, Low Key only lived there for two years before his parents immigrated to a suburb in Manehattan.  From an early age, the young colt demonstrated a very tenacious, if eccentric, personality, reaching out to his associates and attempting to socialize.  Unfortunately, Low's rather forceful technique only succeeded in alienating his peers, whom responded by shunning him.  This only encouraged him to try harder to be accepted, which in turn prompted them to respond in an ultimately belligerent fashion.
  The hazing reached its apex around his mid-teens, when several events led to him rethinking his life.  One such event occurred as he was sitting with some associates whom reluctantly tolerated his presence at recess.  On the topic of fillies, one of the colts asked Low his opinion on one of their more popular classmates.  After convincing him to admit to some more disgusting fantasies, his classmates promptly informed the filly in question of Low's lechery.  This in turn led to a nasty confrontation in the halls involving disgusted rage, a bruise-inducing slap to the face, and many tears of shame.
  On several other occasions, Low would walk by and overhear other ponies talking behind his back, some not seeming to care if he heard.  Unable to trust anypony and convinced that his try-hard attitude had alienated his entire class, Low stopped socializing entirely.  By his late teens, he had become an introvert, preferring to stay inside and read.
  Around that time was when he got his cutie mark.  A group of foals had formed a band and received permission to play during lunch.  As Low watched them from a corner, he analyzed each member of the band.  One member that drew his attention was, strangely, the bassist.  As the vocalist and guitarist drew all the applause and more than a few dreamy stares from the fillies, the bassist simply stood in the back, seemingly unaffected and disconnected from it all.  However, he wasn't.  If the percussion was the heartbeat, the rhythm was the pressure driving the band forward.  You could build a guitar solo off of a beat, but without rhythm, there was no power, no variety, no force.  Even though he was out-shined by everyone else, he didn't seem to mind; he knew the debt that was owed him, but he held that against no pony.  He was perfectly content to live the rest of his life in obscurity if it meant that the music might thrive.  Whether or not the bassist realized this too or had simply picked up the bass because his band needed a bassist didn't matter to Low; he finally knew his place in life and what he wanted to do.  The rest of the day, he noticed surprised looks from his classmates, and it wasn't until he got home that his parents pointed out his new cutie mark, a bass clef.
  That summer, he got a job working at a local music shop.  Saving up his bits, he bought a beat-up bass guitar and aging amp.  A coworker noticed him struggling to play it with hooves, and taught him to use his magic to create a hand, complete with fingers.  In the following years, he would improve his technique, upgrading his equipment and purchasing effects with the bits he earned.
  Low's dream to date has been to play in a band at a legitimate gig.  However, every time the opportunity has presented itself, old demons constantly draw him away.  Convinced that he is inherently annoying, Low seems content to simply sit and wait for someone to come by and initiate contact.

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