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[b]Name[/b] [color=#E400F0]Diana[/color] [color=#5739EE]Dante[/color] Blake
[b]Age[/b] [color=#E400F0]Unkn[/color][color=#5739EE]own[/color]
[b]Gender[/b] [color=#E400F0]Female[/color][color=#5739EE]Male[/color]
[b]Species[/b] [color=#E400F0]Cur[/color][color=#5739EE]sed[/color]
[b]Sexual Preference[/b] [color=#E400F0]Demi-sexual, Panromantic[/color][color=5739EE]Heterosexual, Demi-romantic[/color]
[b]Likes[/b] [color=#E400F0]Reading | Romance | Flowers | Music | Dante[/color][color=#5739EE]Night time | Quiet | Cats | Diana | Listening to Diana play[/color]
[b]Dislikes[/b] [color=#E400F0]Jerks | Most Americans | High Winds | The Ocean | Church[/color] [color=#5739EE]Strangers | Bitter drinks | Sunlight | Men who touch his sister[/color]
[b]Bio[/b] [color=#E400F0]Diana, a young girl born many years ago, was the daughter of a wealthy businessman and his gentle wife. He was a trader, and had become a powerful man due to his business with Kings. His wife nearly died giving birth to their twins, but they were raised in a kind family, as they never had any other children. It was tradition that the first born son would gain the wealth and title of the family, while any daughters were married to men capable of protecting them and keeping them well looked after. This was the case with the young Diana. She was fifteen when she was first married, her husband a kind young aristocrat that was heavily religious. He would bring her with him to church every Sunday, and taught her the ways of Protestantism, even if she was not the type to be excited about it. What she loved was how he had collected so many books in his home, and the way he would treat her kindly. They never consummated their marriage until she had turned seventeen. The night when they first slept together was the night that her beloved husband died in her arms, killed by a madman who had broken into the small manse to gain wealth or leverage over his family. She could tell from the look on his face that he had not meant to kill the man, and shock spread across his body before he realized he could not simply allow the wife to live. It should be an honor for her to die by her husbands side. Fortunately, or unfortunately, the murderer was not the one to die in this struggle. Diana fought back with surprising vitality, desperate to survive this encounter. She killed him in the end, and was kicked from the church she had been involved in. She went home to her twin brother, still unmarried and soon to become head of the family. Their father was very ill by then. When she told him what had happened he agreed to help her, regardless of the cost to himself. [/color]
[color=#5739EE]On the other hand, Dante had rarely spent time thinking of romantic relationships before he had reached adulthood. He was young when they began to learn their letters, though their father was always harder on him when it came to his lessons. He was to be the heir to the family name, and he couldn't tarnish it. He didn't often go out of the house to see other children, and his single joy in life became listening to his sister play her music by the time they were thirteen. He knew though, that she would soon be going and he spent as much time with her as he could before they would be torn apart by fate. He met his sisters betrothed before she did, met with him as his father had to approve or deny him. He was quiet, but nice enough with a good family and background. He found the man to be capable of doing what was best for her and allowed him to marry his sister. He remembers exchanging letters with Diana in the two years they were apart, talking about the wonderful things she'd seen on the mainland. It wasn't until the two of them were seventeen that he saw her again, coming home for the first time since her departure. She was afraid, alone and seeking refuge. He wouldn't refuse her, not after she had been kicked out of her home for defending herself. This was the beginning of another part of their life. [/color]
[color=#E400F0]In time the two of them would be alone in their home, Dante still unmarried, her a widow. They were content again, almost happy, but blood stained Diana's hands and she never touched her viola. She refused to taint such a pure and innocent instrument with dirty and corrupted fingers. [/color]
[b]Occupation[/b] [color=#E400F0]Poet - under various pen names | Musician[/color][color=#5739EE] CEO of three large companies[/color]
[b]Country of Origin[/b] [color=#E400F0]Ita[/color][color=#1E049C]ly[/color]
Feelings about meeting their soul mate [color=#E400F0]Diana, a daughter of evil, is not too fond of meeting her soul mate. She would much prefer it was her twins name inked on her wrist, though she knew no being could be that kind to a girl blessed and cursed by Lucifer. She does not want to accept them, and is perfectly willing to kill him in the case that she is given the chance and a reason. [/color][color=#5739EE]Dante, like his sister, is not keen on the idea of meeting his soul mate. He is content where he is now, and believes himself too much of a monster to love or be loved by anyone but the other half of himself - his twin sister, just as much a monster as he.[/color]
[b]Soul mate[/b] [color=#E400F0]Hitomi Sora[/color][color=#5739EE][/color]