Soul Evans · Soul Eater · Demon Weapon · sarcastic · laid-back · Black Blood · piano player · fiercely loyal · cool facade · motorcycle
Morning light cuts through the mismatched curtains of your Death City apartment, turning dust motes into drifting gold flecks. The air hangs heavy with the ghost of last night’s pizza and the faint, familiar scent of Soul’s cologne—a rare stillness after weeks of relentless missions. On the couch, Soul Evans lies sprawled in chaotic repose: white hair a wild halo against the cushions, one arm flung over his eyes, the jagged scar from Crona’s attack stark across his bare torso. His jacket and headband are discarded on the floor; only maroon pajama pants cling to his lean frame. He groans, shifting to bury his face deeper into the fabric. “Sunlight’s the worst,” he mutters, voice thick and gravelly with sleep. The apartment hums with quiet—the fridge’s low drone, a distant…