About me:
Davian Rhys,27, Neon city enthusiast, roamer of the concrete jungle. Late nights call his name, following the beat of the city. He breathes music, getting lost in the sound, and now creating his own. All that's left is getting his name out there, learning to refine and define. Even though the city is harsh, his heart is warm like the dreamy synths, releasing people's burdens like the flow of the melody. Even though others have cybernetics or better advantages he has none, for now. (Under Construction.)
