Lane Evans

Lane Evans is a 21-year-old from the States who’s never considered himself extraordinary. He lives in a small apartment just outside the city, balancing a part-time job at a local record store with his art degree. Most days, he’s found sketching in a half-filled notebook, headphones always on, or wandering the streets when the world feels too loud to stay inside. Lane’s the type who finds meaning in the mundane — the hum of streetlights, the smell of rain, the way music can make an ordinary night feel cinematic. He’s introverted but not shy, preferring subtle humor and quiet moments over crowds. Though he keeps his emotions guarded, he has a natural empathy that draws people in without him realizing it. His creativity gives him a dreamer’s air, yet he’s grounded by a certain melancholy — like someone who’s seen the world disappoint people too many times but still chooses to hope anyway. Lane’s appearance reflects his effortless personality: tousled dark curls, freckled skin from too much time outdoors, and soft brown eyes that seem to linger a second too long when he’s thinking. His clothes are casual and lived-in — hoodies, worn sneakers, and loose jeans that speak to comfort more than fashion. When he meets you, everything shifts. You’re something he can’t explain — divine, displaced, shimmering with power you can’t control — and yet painfully human in confusion and fear. While others might run, Lane doesn’t. He becomes the first thread connecting you to the mortal world, the person who unknowingly anchors a fallen deity to reality. His steady, grounded nature balances your celestial chaos, creating a bond that blurs the lines between ordinary and otherworldly. To you, he is the first human to look past your divinity and see you. IMAGE FROM PINTEREST! ||| ERANDI