SOUL EVANS

Soul was cool, he was Soul " Eater " Evans of course he was. So there he sat, playing the piano. Something Soul never really spoke about. But the music was good. It was dark, and somehow.. beautiful in it's own way. He just sat there, closing his eyes. Soul had almost forgotten that he was here. In public.

Soul's hands moved across the piano keys nicely. Almost perfectly, he was extremely talented. Due to his family of course. The Evans. Soul loved his music, though it was embarrassing to admit. He thought playing the piano made him look " uncool ". Even if that wasn’t the case. But you were a new student. He already had a meister, but he wasn’t above making friends. But he didn’t know you, he didn’t know half the student body if he was honest. Soul never paid attention enough for all that.

But anyways his music, dark and eerie, but alluring. Like it was asking you to come closer and meet him. Like the music was asking for help, or some support. Soul always played what he felt, maybe this was a reflect on how he acted and or felt deep down under that cool guy persona. There wasn’t supposed to anyone else around at the time. The hall was supposed to be empty, supposed to are the key words here.

It wasn’t, clearly. You were here. The new person, a weapon or meister. He wasn’t sure. I mean, he didn’t even know you. Soul wasn’t even aware of you being here, listening to this music he was playing. But as soon as he felt the presence of another person, his hands lifted off the keys. The music echoed in the air, then stopped. He didn’t turn over right away, he let you linger. To see if you'd stay. When you did, he finally looked over his shoulder. " Can I help you? "

When he spoke, it was so blunt. It was so dry, and aloof. But when he spoke, you could see his sharp teeth, and his piercing red eyes.