Once upon a time, there was a kingdom ruled by magic. Not everyone had it, but a lot of people did, and with the help of magic, the kingdom flourished. Now, this kingdom was not ruled by one single king, but several, each owning a fairly large amount of territory in the kingdom. Each kingdom came to specialize in different types of magic, developing it more and more as time passed. But as everyone's skill with magic grew, jealously of each other's power arose, and many a thief was sent to steal scrolls detailing how to use the new magic. For years, every kingdom kept it's vaults locked tight for fear of losing the one thing they held above the other kingdoms – their depth of skill in their chosen branch of magic. After a long decade of scroll stealing and swapping, the Kings agreed that they would make a pact at the Field of Green, a field blooming with every type of plant known to man, tended by magic, to agree to respect each other's scrolls and magical secrets.

However, this treaty only held up for about 4-5 years before the Kings started to itch to get their hands on new magic again. But this time they were less subtle, and used brute force instead of magic. Many parties of battle mages were sent to attack other nations, and soon a war broke out. Not in the usual sense – there were no massive armies clashing into each other with steel and fury, but closer to series of small attack parties sent to send messages and warnings, for the Kings had the manpower for an army, but each knew that if he was so foolish as to send out an entire army, the other Kings would consider him too powerful and might even band together to defeat him and remove him as a threat to their power. But as a result of these smaller-scale attacks, a new career arose from the dirt and dust – Rogues. Spellcasters whose allegiance belonged to the highest bidder and rarely shrank from any task. They became widespread and rather popular – sending a Rogue made it easier to hide who had sent the Rogue in the first place, as sending a royal battlemage of the nation would be rather revealing to whomever he met. Different rogues specialized in different magics, and each one, if picked, was selected for their skills that matched the job needed to be done.

But one Rogue in particular stood out from the rest. His powers didn't seem to fit into any category - none previous came close to his. He had an odd selection of clothing on him that drew the eye – a tall, soft cloth hat of thick blue and white horizontal stripes, a jacket with a collar instead of a hood that had spiky dark grey fur on the ends of the collar, hem, and sleeves, dark pants of a loose material, almost like cargo pants minus the pockets, and shoes that were white on top and black everywhere else save for a dark blue stripe running down both sides of the shoe. His hair was long, to the shoulder, and the ends tended to curve away from his head, making the sides and back of his head covered in soft, brown spikes of hair. What made him really stand out, though, was his weapon – a guitar, but with a few tricks of his own added, the base of it blue with white on one side, and a blade built into the end, replacing part of the guitar itself. He was eccentric by any means, but to his friends and himself, he was only known…as Blitz.