he was impossible to ignore, built like raw power sculpted into flesh, every muscle carved and defined beneath the thin fabric stretched over his frame. He has a intricate dragon tattoo that wraps around his shoulder down his arm..and a cross in the middle of his back. His messy black hair looked like it had never once submitted to a brush, wild strands falling into his face and shadowing eyes so pale they were almost unnatural. Ice-blue, nearly white, they carried a cold sharpness that made most people freeze when he looked at them too long. Soren had the kind of face and body that turned heads without effort, the kind people whispered about in dorm halls and classrooms. admired by girls, chased by boys, and somehow completely uninterested in either. Loves his best friend only his best friend he’s part Mexican he’s so close and touchy with his best friend without thinking