KimyReizeger

After wandering from his parents as a baby of only 2 months, Kimy Reizeger spent his childhood among the hounds of Southern Europe. It was these wonderful creatures who initiated Kimy Reizeger into the world of music with their beautiful howl-song, a much revered and higher form of the more widespread canine 'woof-woof'. Every full moon the hounds can be heard form Geneva to Rotterdam, entrancing the animal kingdom with their sweet sounds.Integration into the human world was difficult for Kimy at first, who was found by a French builder at the age of sixteen with his head inside a sheep‘s mutilated carcass. Often Kimy would perch on his captor's balcony and long for the simple world of his adopted patrons, a world without the complexities of civilisation and self-consciousness. A single tear could be marked creeping from his mournful eyes; an itching in the throat long suppressed by the decidedly more complex sound-production capabilities of his natural species.A difficult six months ensued whereby Kimy strived to master a new speech form that boasted an element of expression light-years beyond his own form of communication (the aforementioned 'woof-woof' and its more aggressive counterpart 'bark-bark'). Kimy felt the force of being ill-equipped to negotiate human problems, such as, why the femalekind continually objected to him climbing onto their backs when he felt the force of his carnal strings (which was of course, most of the time) and the inner torment of having all his previous values being torn to shreds. Coupled with this pain, Kimy was forced to intend a basic I.T class at Ipswich adult education centre and made to perform all manner of degrading acts.However, in time and with much persistence, Kimy grew into his new role. In fact, such was his dexterity with databases and prowess in powerpoint (as Sally from the class enthusiastically pointed out) Kimy looked set to fall in line like the rest of us and fill out his days with a steady wage, drinks in twenty-something type bars at the weekend and the ever-present chance of meeting a nice girl and settling down.Not so. Kimy's attempts to persue this lifestyle soon proved futile when he took ecstasy and succumbed to his raging motions, spending three days and three nights galloping around Shropshire wailing his howl-song. Local farmer Alf Henderson branded the noises 'sinister,' then threw his arms up in the air and shouted, because he literally didn't care.Kimy sought to re-capture his howl-song in human form and mesmerise all of humankind like the hounds had captivated the Swiss forests. He located this power within the repeated drum beat, the massive tonal capabilities of the synthesizer and also within some little effects box he picked up at Cash Converter for seven pounds.From that day he vowed to re-capture that majestic power that only music holds and to avenge those who sought to put him down as an ugly, dog-faced sociopath..