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Full Birth-Given Name: Davina Marie Devereaux
Aliases: Dee, Dev, Dav, DM, Devereaux, "The She-Wolf"
Birthday: May 20th
Age: 24-years-young
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Mercy Falls Native: No
Birth Place: New Orleans, Louisiana
Education: High School Graduate; Some College
Occupation: I run the old ranch.. during the summer months, anyway.
Languages: English { primary, fluent } ; ASL { conversational, learning } ; French { secondary, fluent }
Physical Appearance
Height: 5'11" || 5'2"L ; 2'8"H
Weight: 157lbs || 118lbs
Body Type: Lean but muscular
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown || Dark Brown / Black with a white muzzle
Skin Tone: Tanned; Olive
Body Alterations: Tongue ring, a few tattoos (
1.0 ;
2.0 ;
3.0 ;
4.0 ;
5.0 )
Personal Style: "Mostly you'll see me in
workout-type clothes. I do a lot of running in my freetime, as well as the work that needs to be done around the house. Only time you'll really see me in casual wear is when we go into town. Jean pants or shorts and a tank top with lowtop shoes or sandals."
Psychology
| Honest || Stubborn || Trustworthy || Anxious |
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: TBA
Personality: "I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself, but does and
will when necessary. Being pack Alpha leaves no room to back down. I am well disciplined and am a great leader when it comes to being in charge of the human-part of our pack. I step down to rank Gamma, in wolf form. I'd never dare go against Bodhi. It tends to go without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly in meeting new people but can be super shy at times, as well. Yeah, I know. Not very Alpha-like, is it? Don't take advantage of that. Trust me.
You'll lose. Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented when it comes to my brothers and sisters in our pack, both human and wolf alike. I hope people see me as a fair per-... a fair being." Davina's lips form a thin line as she averts her eyes to the floor for a moment before staring back up again. "I try to be as fair as possible when it comes to the pack and the few people
non-pack related who work on the ranch, every now and again for maintenance work that I'm unable to do. My brother says I've got a real big heart and that I'm the most caring person he's known, which sadly isn't saying much because Dak has never had many close friends. Neither of us has, really. Couldn't. Seems almost as if the universe wouldn't allow it. However, I'm quite friendly and approachable. I try helping out where I'm needed and do things the right way the first time, I don't like doing things a second time if I don't have to. I get things done as quick as I can. In all reality, I don't think I'm the best speaker. Occasionally I'll get caught up on my words but can usually get my point across. My favorite
human pass-time is going out to the lake house to read my books. I'm a total bookworm! Can't resist the scent of a fresh book. Is that weird? Whatever, haha. I'm definitely different, that's for sure. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right because the truth of the matter is, I'm complicated."
Habits: → Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ I tend to be roughly fifteen to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meetings, etc. I like to be punctual.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. I used to have a bad habit of biting my fingernails, but I've trained myself not to do that, anymore.
Hobbies: Cooking, Horseback riding, Archery, Shooting, Running, Fishing, 'Trail-blazing', hiking.. outdoorsy stuff.
Fears: - The cold
- Bears
- Being hunted by humans while in wolf form
Likes/Dislikes: >list>+ Cooking, Baking, BBQ
+ Learning something new
+ Kids
+ Animals, of all shapes and sizes
+ Storms / Rain
+ Sports Playing it, not watching.
+ Artsy activities
+ Reading
+ Camping / Hiking
+ Family/Pack-orientated activities
+ Amusement parks
+ Traveling
+ Helping others, especially the less fortunate
+ People who make an effort
- Winter. It used to be my second favorite time of year.
- Being touched unexpectedly
- Disrespectful/Loud-mouthed people
- People chewing with an open mouth
- Abuse (Animal/Child/Spousal/Elder/Etc)
- Unsportsmanlike conduct
- Seeing others in pain
- Confrontation, but will step up regardless.
General Information
Significant Other: N/A
Family Members:Jacque Devereaux || Father || Dead || No contact
Mary Devereaux || Mother || Dead || No contact
John Maverick || Godfather || Alive || Yes, still in contact
Dak Devereaux || Brother || Alive || Well duh. He's my keeper, haha
Phoenix Devereaux || Son || Alive || As much as I can.
Animal Companions: "My buckskin horse,
Cisco. Always wanted a buckskin because of the movie
Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron as a kid, but didn't wanna name him after the horse himself. So, another he got his name from a buckskin in a movie called
Dances with Wolves. Yeah, ironic, I know."
General Skills: - Training Horses { Expert }
- Herding/Driving { Intermediate }
- Roping { Beginner }
- Waitressing { Job Training }
- Housekeeping { Basic }
- First Aid/CPR { Expert }
- Flaying { Hunting Purposes }
What Do You Have On Your Person: Personal Belongings:
History
The One Who Cut Your Human Life Short: "My father did. During his last change when he had no control what-so-ever of his other self, he bit me before he ran off and I never saw him again after that. Greatest 'goodbye present' ever, right?"
Life Before Mercy Falls: "Spent only 6 of my years outside of Mercy Falls, and I honestly don't remember much of it.."
Life of a Mercy Falls Resident"Before the shiver curse ever entered our household, everything was peaceful. I spent the first 2 1/2 years of my life in New Orleans an only child, and then Dak came along. Our father never treated us any differently, and always made sure we knew no one of us was favored over the other. Mother, on the other hand, seemed to care more for me than my poor brother. She tried to hide it, but Dak began to catch on when he became older. Shortly after we moved to the Mercy Falls area, our father went off on a hunting trip with his childhood friends, including my Godfather, Uncle, and some well-known family friends who came around the family home often for parties and small get-togethers. While on said trip, Daddy got viciously attacked by a wolf. Once home, it began to take hold of him. Mind you, this was back when Dak and I were only 6 and 9 years old, we had no idea what to think of the events unfolding before our innocent eyes. The first winter he turned, we waited 3, almost 4 months thinking he was never going to come back. Of course, he did, though. Daddy tried keeping it from Dak, due to Dak's inability to keep his mouth shut about anything, no matter the importance. It lasted another 6 years, till I'd turned 15 and Dak 12, when mom left and dad broke down. I suddenly took on the responsibility of taking care of both Dak and my father, who constantly tried to get himself to change to his other form so he wouldn't have to deal with the pain of his wife leaving him in such a time of need. I spent the next 4 years having an anything but normal teenage life, taking care of my young brother, taking on the responsibility of being the 'breadwinner' in the household as soon as I was able to get a job. Our godfather played a huge part in our lives, housing and feeding us for the most part. I insisted on paying him with rent, and it worked out fine, till one August night while I was visiting daddy at his ranch a few months after EJ was born for a weekend ride. The night hadn't gotten much colder than 62 degrees, but dad was restless like he usually was before a shift. I had doubts, knowing all too well daddy's shifts had been longer, and his time spent in his own skin was growing shorter and shorter every time. We'd gotten into a discussion about mother and tears flowed from both sides. I got up from the kitchen counter to go wash my face, and as I was doing so, I'd heard a terrible crash come from the living room. Thinking daddy had just gotten into a fit of saddened rage, I went to comfort him only to find torn clothing and blood streaking across the floors. From behind the couch, I could see his eyes staring back at me. My heart dropped to the floor when I realized his teeth were bared, because somehow when he was in his other form, he seemed to be aware who his friends and foes were. Apparently, it wasn't so, this time. I was cautious, but not cautious enough. I opened the back porch doors and stepped clear out of his path, but he wouldn't budge from behind the couch. I chased him out from behind the couch where he retreated to the kitchen. Finally, I'd had enough and grabbed our catch pole from the living room closet. Returning to where I left the dark beast, there he still remained. I loosened the noose at the end and moved in warily, quickly jabbing out the pole and fastening the wire around his neck. His strength was almost overwhelming, and it took everything in me to stay there instead of dropping the pole and taking off like I wanted. He struggled, and he struggled hard. I managed to pull him out and away from the kitchen all the way to the doors of the back porch, holding him there. Suddenly we were in a standstill, staring into each others eyes. Hot, thick tears poured over my face as I realized I wouldn't see him for a long while. And even then, when he'd return, he'd lose a little more of himself each time. Who was I really getting back, in the end? Catching me off guard, he began to struggle again, this time catching his back paw against my
upper thigh, tearing through my skin with ease. At that moment, I dropped the pole which also loosened the noose that held him and it was then that he ran off through the property and into the woods behind it. I spent the rest of the night there on the floor, where I'd collapsed to my knees as soon as I'd realized what happened, until my Godfather showed up with my brother a few hours later when I didn't return home. I had been sitting in a small pool of my own blood for a good two to three hours. Dak and my godfather helped me get cleaned up, and the week following I'd called out from work to say I had to attend a family funeral because I was too afraid I'd begin changing uncontrollably at work. I had Dak lock me away downstairs in the basement until I no longer was changing from form to form. As soon as I returned to the human world, I began taking care of the family business but shut it down a few short months later I put it to a halt and sold many of our horses, and even some of our land along with most of our livestock. During my first winter, I'd turned some guy who'd been too far out of city limits where I'd attacked him. Hungry and scared for my life, I had no idea how to hunt for food and was learning as I went along. My other half demanded food, and he'd been all alone. The more humane part of me stopped mid-attack and ran away to find what I could. When I did finally return, I'd found the kid and talked to him about what it meant to be who he'd become and how it all worked, even offering a home and a job but he declined. Said he'd figure out how to handle it on his own. He was kind of an asshole, and I'd remembered soon after I stopped regretting attacking his snobby, punk ass. Every now and then I check up on him to be sure he's keeping out of trouble. Found out not too long ago, he turned some girl at a party. I've been waiting for her to turn up, but haven't heard anything. I even talked to the kid, but he said he didn't know a thing about it. I wish we had some twilight-shifting quality, to us. I'd have turned and torn him limb from limb till he told me.. but alas, things can't work the way we want all the time. Very few wolves have turned up, but some have even come from out of state looking for refuge. I don't know how far this 'wolfblood' community extends, but apparently word travels. I've since taken up the position of Alpha in our pack, mainly because I'm like Mother Hen to the rest of the wolves. I personally don't think anyone else could take over Alpha who knew what was best for the pack and in what ways to take care of them, to make sure our secret didn't leak out to our human neighbors, friends and family. Dak and Phoenix's father are the only exceptions, because Dak has grown into the type of person who'll keep a secret, and on the terms that he doesn't end up like me. Matt would never let my secret slip. He's a good man, that way.. just as he is with our son."
Additional Information
Theme Song: Castle by Halsey { Whitney Woerz Cover }Aberrance: Got a
wolf in my blood.
Extra Information: "I have an 8-year-old son by the name of
Phoenix Greyson (Devereaux). Another
pic of my sweet boy. This was the year just before I was turned. Pictured is Phee on his 2nd birthday with cake on his face. He comes to visit during the summers."