Name: Keegan Lowry

Age: 34

Gender: Male

Appearance/Looks:

Sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. Keegan is thick and muscular but not really toned. He stands at 6'3" not including his horns. He also has a long, spiney, black tail.

Species: Demon

Sexual Preference: Bisexual

Likes:
-Beer
-Cards
-Gambling
-Travel
-Music
-Chili Dogs
-Poetry
-Magic

Dislikes:
-High pitched voices
-Angels
-Responsibility
-Churches
-Getting up in the morning
-Audible chewing or smacking
-Wearing socks to bed

Bio: Keegan was born and raised just outside of Las Vegas, Nevada. He lived in a small trailer home with his mother, father and two sisters. Being the oldest sibling with two parents who worked full time there was a lot of responsibility placed on him, but he shouldered it well. He learned to cook, clean and take charge at a young age. His sisters even taught him to braid their hair and help them paint their nails. Though he and his siblings looked deceptively human at a young age (aside from easily hidden tails) their infernal blood was obvious to anyone who spent more than a minute or two around them. The children were intensely focused on any task, game, or interest placed before them, but in a way that a predator stalks prey. This did not stop at other people.

Keegan especially had a way of making others feel uncomfortable at first but he quickly learned to get past this with good social skills and a warm exterior demeanor. A becoming personality could be learned like any other skill and used to his advantage. This did not prevent him from studying and toying with people whom he decided were expendable, though. He wound up hurting, embarrassing and infuriating many of his classmates through out school and was always involved in fights. Despite a fearsome intelligence he never showed interest in his education after elementary school which lead him to flunk out of high school. He would get his G.E.D. instead.

As soon as he left home Keegan fell in with a bad crowd in Vegas. The drugs, violence, sex, money, and risk of the city called to his demonic side in a way he could not ignore. At night he was a bartender. Even later into the night he was a dealer, hired gun, and courier for his new friends and his new boss. He had lost track of what the desert sun looked like. Before long he found himself sick, miserable, addicted to cocaine, with a new girl or boy every night and an eviction notice on his door. But it felt so right. The life he was leading allowed him to not have to think. He didn't have to use his mind if he was constantly in a state of ignorant bliss and pleasure. It awoke something completely carnal and instinctive inside of him. Animalistic. Amazing. But all around him he saw others who had fallen into the same trap. They were peers, friends, coworkers, lovers. Many of them he had dragged down into the abyss with his own hands. They looked like skeletal versions of who they once were. They were no longer interesting to be around, useful, fun, intelligent... Just husks. He began to wonder if he looked like them. He had to.

It was ten years before Keegan finally realized that what he was doing no longer brought him pleasure. He no longer felt anything at all. No joy, no passion, no hate, no anger, no ambition, no love. He sat on a curb outside of a strip club trying to sober up after vomiting and pushed the hair out of his eyes. Casting a glance down at his wrist he frowned. He still had a few years, but it wasn't something he liked to think about. The thought that someone out there was going to run into him someday and change his life made him uncomfortable. Who were they to derail his life or burden him with their existence? What would they think if they met someone as awful as him? It wasn't like they had to accept him. The two of them could just life their lives alone and ignoring each other until one of them bit the dust. The thought drove a stabbing pain through his chest he could not stand. Hopelessness was eating at him.

The next day he was on a bus to New York. He has vowed to never return to Las Vegas again. Though he is far from perfect and still has a habit, or even a hobby maybe, of antagonizing and toying with people he is generally a nice person. He has cleaned up his act and no longer abuses drugs, but he does drink on occasion and he still loves to play poker. He only has one or two friends whom he keeps close and has many many acquaintances. Keegan likes it this way though, as he has a hard time letting people get too close to him due to an innate distrust of others and a fear of what he may be tempted to do to them.

Occupation: Bartender

Country of Origin: Las Vegas U.S.A.

Feelings about meeting their soul mate: Nervous. Keegan is constantly wondering if he will be a disappointment to that little name on his wrist but he would never confess that to anyone. Where he used to be charming and confident, as the day comes nearer and nearer he has turned into a stuttering, awkward, nervous wreck. He is unable to focus and just wants it to be over with.

Likes:
Magic
Bugs
Animals
Books
Sports
Music
Cars
Botany
Dislikes:
Spinach
Depressing Movies
His Therapist
His Mother
Road Kill
Tomb Stones
Fall (whats the point)

Name : Ashley Daniels

Age : 18

Gender : Female

Appearance/Looks : Ashley is of average height (5' 6"), with a wiry build. She has widish shoulders, narrow hips, a flat chest and rear that makes her look kind of boyish. Almost as if trying to offset this, Ashley wears a lot of make-up, her fingernails are usually painted with crazy patterns, she wears enough eye shadow that sometimes it looks like its unsatisfied with occupying her eyelids and is trying to take over the rest of her face, even evident on her very dark skin, and she wears colorful lipstick that samples from the whole rainbow.

Ashley's face is an oval shape with pronounced cheekbones, full lips, large nose and almond shaped brown eyes. However, these features have not gone untampered with, as aside from make up Ashley also likes piercings. She has one black ring looped through her right nostril, a couple silver studs above her left eyebrow, a stud through her tongue and about three rings on each side going through her ears. She removes these piercings for work, but otherwise wears them when she can. Ashley has astigmatism so she wears a pair of square, thin-rimmed glasses to make up for her occular deficit. Her black hair is long and wild, a fact that Ashley takes advantage of by dying her hair different colors and styling to make look messier than it actually is. Right now she's given herself wild bangs and died the tips blue-green.

Ashley dresses pretty casually, a band t-shirt, some cargo pants, sneakers and a band hoodie is its chilly. If she's dressing up to go out with friends or something, the cargo pants are subbed for tastfully ripped jeans, sneakers for tall black boots with lots of spikes on them, and the hoodie for a brutal leather jacket she found at a thrift shop that she managed to restore to its former glory.

Species : Human

Sexual Preference : Heterosexual

Likes : Heavy Metal, hair dye, Classical History, spicy foods, shitposting on the internet, cheesy 80s flicks

Dislikes : Hot weather, the word "moist," electronic music, fish as living animals but not as a meal, French Canadians

Bio : Ashley was born to upper-middle class parents in Montreal. Her mom Diane worked as a bus driver and her dad John worked as a manager for some paper company. Going from straight finances, only her father really needed to work, but Diane didn't like sitting around the apartment all day, so most of Ashley's childhood was spent with her older half-brother Spencer who was 15 years her elder. Spencer was kind of an a-hole, but he taught Ashley to be her own person. Don't listen to what others say against you, they're just jealous or a prick. Do what you gotta to make it in the world. Also, Spencer liked to smoke a lot of pot while their parents weren't around. Perhaps unwisely, Spencer also taught his baby sister all the best places to hide things in the apartment where neither the landlord nor the parents would find them.

In 7th grade, Ashley got involved with the edgy kids who would listen to bands like Green Day and Linkin Park and think themselves deep. It was here that Ashley first got her first taste of heavy metal. Spencer liked to listen to reggae and her parents listened to 70s rock so it was a rather eye opening experience. Moving into secondary school, the crowd Ashley hung out with matured into the stoner kids who also listened to a lot of metal. Her grades weren't the best, but they were pretty good. It was some pretty good times. However, the year before graduating public school, Ashley's dad was transferred to the American branch of his company in New York City, so her and her parents had to pack up and move to another country (Spencer had long since moved out by now). The first few months in America were pretty weird, but if there were two things she liked about this place more than Motreal, it was that the signs had English big enough to comfortably read it from a distance, and the tv was better. After graduating public school, Ashley decided to take a year off from school and work for a year so she wouldn't have to be so dependent on loans and scholarships. As of right now, she's still living with her parents to save money.

Occupation : Taxi Driver

Country of Origin : Montreal, Canada

Feelings about meeting their soul mate : Ashley actually does her best to not see the tattoo, to the point of covering it up with a bandage. Like, it's cool that everyone has a soul mate and all, but she would rather not ruin the surprise. Getting all excited or anxious about the meeting occuring sounds like you're bound to make a bigger deal out of it than it needs to be. Ashley would rather just go with the flow. Besides, your soulmate doesn't have to be your lover or whatever like a lot of her classmates in highschool thought. What if it's another straight chick and you get to be lifelong friends? Then you'd still need to go out and date people. It's better not knowing for now.