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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ general

・❥・name ・❥・
Lowell

・❥・ nickname(s)・❥・
Lowie

・❥・ gender・❥・
Male

・❥・ age・❥・
25

・❥・ sexuality・❥・
Heterosexual

・❥・ zodiac sign・❥・
Taurus

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ appearance

・❥・species・❥・
Human

・❥・ ethnicity・❥・
White

・❥・ height・❥・
6'4"

・❥・ body type・❥・
Endomorph

・❥・ hair・❥・
White with tinges of black, straight & curly towards the ends, short.

・❥・ eyes・❥・
Ice blue, narrow-oval, downturned.

・❥・ skin・❥・
Pale.

・❥・ markings/piercings・❥・
- Misc scars

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ personality

・❥・ traits・❥・
Lowell is two faced, but not by choice. There's the side of him he presents to the world. A cold and calculated villain who does what's in his best interest. Analytical and pessimistic, cocky and demanding. Then there's him, the boy who never got to be a boy. This side is soft and loving. He's attentive and caring, and even humorous on occasion. Despite Lowell not truly understanding humor.

・❥・ likes・❥・
+ Good Food
+ Expensive Things
+ Lazy Days
+ Cooking

・❥・ dislikes・❥・
- Busy Days
- Early Mornings
- Hangovers
- Cheap food

・❥・hobbies・❥・
- Cooking
- Reading
- Working out

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ personal

・❥・family・❥・
Mother & Father - Deceased
Grandmother & Grandfather - Deceased
Nightingale , Little Sister - presumed deceased

・❥・ friends・❥・
Mirage Willow
Chava Gaelic
Caleb Jackson
Dia Fara
Baal Fara

・❥・ pets・❥・
N/A

・❥・ backstory・❥・
Lowell's parents died when he was very young, six years old to be exact. Nightingale was just one year old, and Lowell witnessed the whole murder from a closet that his parents had shoved him into. His memories of that night are foggy, but he remembers it being the real start of his life. The two went to live with their grandmother for awhile. Until Lowell was fourteen and Nightingale nine. Then his grandmother died. The two were sent to an orphanage. One in a bad part of town with bad children and bad caretakers in its walls. Nightingale was being harassed by one of the kids, and begged him to leave. So they did, and Lowell did everything in his power to help them survive. It was unfortunate it never seemed to be enough. As Nightingale ended up dead in his arms. Though he never felt her actually go cold, he couldn't bare it. That was when he kîlled his first man and wound up in the service of a woman who called herself Amber. She taught him everything he uses to make a living now, and set him down the path of crime.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ misc

・❥・ other・❥・
- Lowell had a strict moral code
- Lowell loves old black & white films

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ scenarios ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ one
What bull this whole situation was. All because of that cheating bástard, your ex boyfriend/girlfriend. For the course of two years, you'd been dating a self-proclaimed ex-gang member. You believed them and things were great for awhile. Then addictions and old habits resurfaced. They cheated, and you left. That was less than forty eight hours ago. You'd been /trying/ to go about normal life, when you were plucked up off the streets and thrown in a van. As you came too, a video was being filmed. Which was how you knew why you were here. Now things were quiet. You looked ahead of you at the two men sitting at a metal table, a furnace behind them heating up the cement basement. Your arms tied behind your back.
"How much longer?" One with red hair mumbled.
"Until we receive word from boss he/she's paid up." The older looking one replied, sharpening a knife.
You?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ two
You'd been dating Lowell for a month now. You met at a party and you'd fallen in love instantly. The two of you went head first into this, and gosh, he was so romantic. Bringing you on dates, sending you texts proclaiming his love, making you delicious meals... You were on one of those dates now! You were in the bed of a pickup truck, which Lowell had set up with pillows and blankets. Watching an old film with him at one of those drive-in theaters. "Isn't this lovely?" Lowell sighed, holding you closer.
You?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ three
Make it up!