OWENS, keagan elias

[KEAGAN ELIAS OWENS]

keagan elias owens.
twenty ,, orlando ,, scene sickness/vocals & keyboardist ,, bisexual ,, flirtatious ,, brandon killen
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Birthday: August 10th, 1990

Keagan stands at a decent height of 6'1", but he's really all limbs. He has a long, lean frame with very subtle muscle definition. He is lithe and most of his muscle resides in his arms, but it's not much. He has a naturally lightly tanned complection, mostly from being in the sun a lot. Though it tends to fade in the colder months, but not much. He has angular features including heigh cheekbones, full pouty lips, round almond shaped eyes, and strong jawline. His hair is a deep rich chocolate brown with bronze colored highlights that show mostly in the sun. This compliments his bronzed complection very well so it's an even contrast. His eyes are the most startling feature. His eyes are a light silver that were at one time the palest shade of blue, but faded with age. They are striking against his dark hair but at the same time seem to be dulled by the intensity of the color as well.

He has very few distinguishing features. His only piercing is a silver bar pierced through the center of his tongue. As far as tattoos go, he has a triangular row of black stars tattooed on the section of the side of his neck that is directly below his ear and across from his jawline. His style mostly consists of form fitted clothing. This usually includes skinny jeans with a studded belt, beat up converse or DC shoes, and band shirts. He isn't one to wear long sleeves, mostly a light hoodie. The cold usually doesn't bother him, but his immue system is terrible. Not to the point of needing a bubble, but he's easily susceptable to colds and it sometimes hits him harder than anyone else. He tends to stay out of the cold as much as possible. He basically has a punkish style.

Keagan is most often seen as laidback and arrogant. He does things at his own pace. He understands responsibility, but he;s not one to get worked up over little things. He tends to get under people's skin with his careless attitude. He's stubborn and usually a solitary person. Though he is outgoing and is a major party animal. He only really connects with his band mate, otherwise he has trouble trusting anyone else. He's a caring person and is usually a great person to come to for advice. Most say he's bi-polar, others say it's split personality. Keagan mostly comes alive at night or on stage.

He's a blunt person and isn't afraid to speak his mind. He's most often times sarcastic. He is a fiercely loyal friend and will protect those he's close to. Keagan is also a notorious flirt. He's an open person and will go after anyone really, this will often times get him into a lot of trouble. Keagan is also notorious for flings. He's not exactly one for relationships, but deep down he really wants to settle down. He just doesn't trust himself yet. Keagan has a very bad temper and is very hot headed. It doesn't take much to make him angry, but it takes a little to get him to the point of severely hurting someone. He'll mostly just yell and throw things. Keagan is often very childish, but only when he's drunk. He's a good guy deep down inside, but mostly comes off as vain and cold toward anyone but his bandmate. He's mainly a relaxed person and just wants to have fun.

Family:
Melissa Owens, 44, Teacher
Jason Owens, 46, Architecht
Rylee Owens, 19, Waitress

Keagan was the first of two children born to Melissa and Jason Owens. He was born into a middle class family. He grew up strong and athletic like any other child. He was a complete opposite of who he is now. He had a decent life, he got along with his parents and spent most of his life caring and protecting his younger sister. He grew up only a few miles from the ocean. He was a pretty social child. He was the kind of boy who would flirt with women who were in their teens when he only seven. He didn't have many friends. When he was ten, his mother walked out on the family. He never understood why and his father never explained anything. His father became distant and Keagan spent most of his time with his sister. He had the closest bond with her than anyone else in the family.

He got into music in his sophomore year of high school. By now he was changed. He grew aggressive and distant toward anyone but his sister. His father and pretty much stopped caring for them and stayed at work all day. Things had changed and Keagan's temper began to flare. The temper he had inherited from his father. Soon he was welcomed into a small group and they introduced him to several genres of music. When he was eighteen, he officially moved out and brought his sister with him. He rented out an apartment and they lived together. A month later, his father had officially disowned them and Keagan took over full responsibilities. He began going to shows with his friends. One night he met his best friend and future bandmate. He was at a local show with his sister, who had brought a few of her friends.

He met a boy about his age while messing around. They got to talking about everything, even random things, They became fast friends and he introduced the boy to his friends. Keagan had taken up keyboarding and a little bit of guitar, but never acted on it. He was pretty good at the keyboard and finally got the idea to form a band. He ran it by his new best friend and they were in agreement. Keagan worked hard to get shows and after a few gigs, they were finally signed and sent out on tour. Things were going pretty well. He formed the band when he was 19 and he's been touring and playing with his friend ever since. His sister tags along sometimes, but has mostly branched out on her own. His passion for music deepend and he dreams of making the band even more famous."


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It was another busy day, but that was normal for such a popular restaurant. Now all he wanted to do was go home and relax. Little did he know, someone was waiting for him outside. He had changed out of his uniform into a more comfortable outfit and stretched his arms over his head, bending backwards to stretch his spine. He heard a few of his co-workers snickering and whispering amongst themselves. He thought nothing of it and made his way toward the back entrance. He was too worn out to really notice anything around him.

He ran a hand through his golden hair that he wore down like usual when he worked. His bangs falling into his pale blue eyes and touching the tip of his nose. He pushed his bangs from his eyes and rested the heel of his head on his forehead, holding the hair up and yawned, deeply. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, not quite noticing the feminine figure off to the side. He made his way toward his car, when a familiar voice spoke his name. His fatigued body straightend up and his muscles tensed. His eyes widened and he slowly turned his head, then looked down at the woman in front of him. He blinked twice in confusion, then looked around to see if she was really talking to him. Once he confirmed that he was the only one there, he realized she actually did say his name. He offered a small, polite smile.

"Bonjour, ma chérie!" He greeted in his native language. He often preferred to speak French over English, but given his profession and where he was, English was most often needed. So he used simple phrases instead of full sentences most of the time, just in case. He then visibly looked her over, finding her somewhat familiar, but nothing coming to mind. He had seen so many women since he moved, his memories of home had all but been forgotten. He tilted his head and then it finally registered in his head. This caused his body to tense up once again after relaxing for that tiniest moment. He bit his lip, his weariness forgotten. He was relieved and excited to see her again, but at the same time confused. He thought she'd be hurt by his actions and never wanted to see him again. He had moved to get away from her and his past, but here she was again.

He then raised his arm up in an attempt to shield himself in case she had come to exact some kind of painful revenge. He cringed, involuntarily and peaked through his arm with one eye. "What are you doing here? I thought you were angry with me?" He whispered, harshly. He then looked around to make sure they were alone. Then a small smirk formed on his lips. "Unless it is true what they say about me. You can never get enough." He added, slyly. He then laughed softly to himself, amused by his own arrogance. He raised his guard again, bracing himself in case she took his joke the wrong way and struck him.

He had to admit she was as beautiful as she was when he first saw her, if not more. He then lost himself in his thoughts, feeling like he had seen her once before, but not in person. He shook it off and kept his arm up, tensing up and preparing for the worst.

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