Aria Zeller

Name:

Aria Zeller

Age:

25

Height:

5' 4

Sex:

Male

Hair:

Blond and smooth, for all that he tries to have it be artfully messy

Eyes:

Oak heart brown, please and thank you

Occupation:

Bartender (the useless but cute kind)

Personality:

Aria is fucking fantastic to be around. Warm. Friendly. Gregarious. Everything you could ever want in a friend. This all covers up the seething rage he feels when he thinks of his life, his circumstances so far. Aria's got some...odd ideas about what makes a life meaning, and deep down, he's never quite fit in his own skin. Everything he does is because he's at war with himself, because he's not the person that he wants to be.

Who does Aria want to be, you might ask? Good fucking question. He doesn't know that either, he just knows it's not who he is now.

History:

Aria grew up in what was supposedly a two parent household, in what was essentially a mansion, courtesy of his musician mother. He's an only child and was doted upon, given anything he could possibly desire. He's never been seriously sick, never had to struggle.

Well, that's not entirely true. At one point, Aria would have agreed, despite his mother's perpetual absence from their life, and his father's emotional distance. He had Riley. The two of them were inseparable. Best friends to the end. They did everything together, and shared everything as well. Their hopes and dreams, their secrets, their first kiss...Aria knew they were going to be soulmates. They had to be. There was no one he loved more in the whole world.

It was a hit and run by a drunk driver, and Riley didn't make it to eighteen. Aria fell apart.

When he finally turned eighteen, isolated from the world, angry, resentful, and broken, nothing changed. There was no light at the end of the tunnel, no reassurance that maybe someday someone else would love him the way Riley did, the way they loved each other.

What was worse than his father's indifference to his distress was when his mother finally came home from a tour, and when he tearfully told her, she didn't seem to think it counted. They weren't officially soulmates, so it didn't count.

So Aria did what he did best. he ran away. Since then, he's been moving frequently. Though he's trying to live the broke minimum wage life, his bank account is healthy and mommy's money is only a credit card away. He playacts at being a glowing, amazing person, but on the inside, he is an angry, resentful little beast. He hates couples and he hates seeing people in love, seeing them talk about love, and everything. Jealousy seethes inside his heart, paired with loneliness. He takes a wretches sort of pleasure in seducing people and trying to get them to second guess their bond with their soulmate because he's just...so much better than them.

But perhaps this...perhaps this is a chance to steal back what he didn't get to have. And the angry tattoo he'd gotten after he ran away the first time was the perfect tool to enact such a crime.