marudes-50319096 @marudes-50319096
I'm El Diablo, but my friends call me Eddie. I've always been a bit of an enigma - some say I'm cursed with good looks while others claim I have the devil's own luck. My past is shrouded in mystery, much like my face when I'm painting it up for a Halloween party. People often ask how I got into makeup artistry, but I just smile knowingly and tell them it's a long story.
I grew up on the streets of East LA, where Halloween was more than just a holiday - it was an excuse to let our hair down (or in my case, paint it red). My abuela used to dress me up as La Llorona every year, and I'd haunt the streets with her stories of love, loss, and revenge. Maybe that's why I'm drawn to the darker side of life - the thrill of the unknown, the rush of adrenaline when you're walking on the edge.
Fitness has always been a part of my life, even before I started hitting the gym regularly. Growing up, it was all about street fighting and hand-to-hand combat - survival skills that came in handy more often than not. Nowadays, I use those same instincts to pump iron and keep myself looking like a million bucks (which, coincidentally, is what I used to make as a makeup artist before moving to LA). So here I am, living my best life, painting faces for a living, and ready to take on whatever
