“Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.” –Edna St. Vincent Millay Hear You Me by Jimmy Eat World | Here Comes Goodbye by Rascal Flatts Full Birth-Given Name "My name is Davina Marie Devereaux."
Preferred Name // Nickname "Most just call me by 'Dav' or 'Davina', whichever works for them."
Sexual Orientation & Gender "I'm a heterosexual female. I mean, I'd hope I was.. I'd question where the hell the kid came from if I was lesbian."
Years Since My Birth "24 years. Feels longer, though. When the change hits, the moment we come back into the world as our own selves, it feels like a lifetime has passed us by while we're stuck in our other forms."
At What Age Were You Turned? "I was turned at the age of 19, shortly after I'd had my son, EJ."
Pack Standing "Pack Alpha."
Also Knowing "Since having EJ, turning and separating from his father, I've stayed away from attempting to have an emotional relationship. The occasional lay is nice, but I really don't like taking the risk of having sex with someone with the possibility that I could scratch them too hard while in the heat of it all and ruin their lives for good. It happened to me once, with Nathan, and I can't allow it to happen again with a human. I probably ruined his life." Your Other Half "I have a 5 1/2 year old son, his name is Ethan John Bradley. He mostly stays with his dad, Jonathon Paul Bradley, but comes to see me every now and then. Usually stays with me during Summer, then stays with his dad for his schooling."
Family Members Affected by the Shiver "My mother, brother, and son. Our father was the one who affected us with his curse. He brought this on me, now my boy has to deal with the loss of his mother at a young age, one of these years to come. Too soon."
Kids with Fur "My buckskin, Cisco and a little rat by the name of Stevie Rae." Who Turned You and Changed Your Life "My father turned me. 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?"
My Life Before the Shiver Overtook Me and How It Effected Me "Before the shiver curse ever entered our household, everything was peaceful. I spent the first 2 1/2 years of my life 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. 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 'bread winner' 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 EJ'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. Jon would never let my secret slip. He's a good man, that way.. just as he is with our son."
How Some People Might See Me "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 never has had many close friends. Neither of us have, 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 tree house at the edge of the property to read my paperback books. I'm a total bookworm! Can't resist the scent of a fresh book. Is that weird?"
Standing Before a Mirror, I See "..."
2.0 Face Claim: Logan Lerman "Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it's a big part, and sometimes it isn't, but either way, it's a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you're alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another." –Jim Butcher Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots | I Drive Your Truck by Lee Brice Full Birth-Given Name "Dak Kaidan Devereaux, at your service."
Preferred Name // Nickname "Just keep it simple. Call me Dak or Kade."
Sexual Orientation & Gender "I'm a dude who likes his women."
Years Since My Birth "21 years. Fell just a few short months of 22, but oh well. I'll get there during the pack's next turn."
Pack Standing "I'm basically the pack's 'Keeper', in a sense. My sister is the Alpha, now, and my father before her. Davina and I used to be the keepers of the pack, till she got scratched by dad when she mistakenly cornered him which forced his wolf to lash out. I still rank fairly high without actually being a wolf."
Also Knowing "When I'm not helping out with Pack issues and the Ranch, I do go to college. It's just community college, but I take night classes there." Your Other Half "Haven't been in a real relationship since the first girl I fell in love with. It's mainly just been me having fun. I tend to take the girls to the treehouse since the house is filled with the ranch help or the packmates. I don't have my own kid, personally, but when EJ is over and Davina gets held up with Ranch or Pack issues, I watch over him. I think I'm a pretty decent uncle. I love that little booger."
Family Members Affected by the Shiver "Well, our father was first infected with it. He was on a hunting trip back and got bit. He put the beast down, unknowing of what it was, then the changes started. This was when we were young, too, in which I was too young to really understand and was kept at bay. It only lasted a good 10 years before he had his final summer with us. I'd only been 16 at the time he left. Before he did officially leave, though, he managed to infect my sister with it. Our mom. Ha. She wasn't around for very long, and even before she left, she hardly payed attention to me.. She stuck around until I was 12 and just suddenly disappeared. Dad wouldn't tell us, and I knew better than to press the issue."
Furry Friends: "I take care of all the horses on the ranch, so technically I guess they're all mine. As for my own animals, I've got a black rat named Rephaim." My Life Before the Shiver Overtook My Family and How It Effected Me: "Davina can explain the few years that made up our childhood years. As for after mom left, I turned towards smoking pot on a nearly daily basis and occasionally drinking with some friends at school. Once Dad disappeared and I found out about the 'family secret', I sunk further into my funk but it didn't last long. Both John our godfather and Davina had a very stern talk and Davina may or may not have slapped me around (literally) and I stopped drinking but kept smoking pot on an every other day basis. I have a tendency to bring home random girls for sleepovers if you catch my drift.. a lot. What can I say? I'm a man. A creature of habit. I've made a habit of staying out of trouble and keeping myself occupied with the company of beautiful girls."
How Some People Might See Me: "People would probably classify me as kind of a douche upon first meet-and-greet, but once they get to know me, they'll come to realize just how right they were. Through my douchey-ness though, I can be a real softy. I have no tolerance for bullying, due to the fact I went through it in my younger years. I sometimes get attached a little too soon and come off kind of strong, but know how to keep my distance when need be. I've got a slight anger problem, and sometimes fly off the handle at stupid shit, but that's the real, main reason why I took up smoking pot. It levels me out, and keeps me from diving into my bipolar behaviors. When high, I usually just keep to myself and snack on some major munchies, and occasionally get in a good lay before I just die, passed out for the night. Just a heads up, I'm probably a more easy-going, fun-loving person when I'm high." Taking a moments pause, Dak looks up with a soft edge in his eyes. "I love my sister to pieces. She's the closest person that I have in my life, and I dread the day I'm going to lose her. By my calculations, she's only got around 5-6 more years with me. For my sister, I'd do honestly anything. I'm very protective of her, even if she's quite capable of taking care of herself and then some."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See: "Shit, did I break it?" A smirk spreads across Dak's face as he rubs his hand over his jaw, looking back up. "If you could see me, and a picture of my father when he was my age standing side by side, you'd think we were the same person. Except my hair. My dark brown hair is long, hanging down just passed my ears and long enough to cover up my forehead. Got eyes as dark grey as a cloudy sky on a rainy day, full lips and a 'medium-ish' rounded nose. I stand at 6'3" and weigh roughly 198 lbs of all lean muscle. I have a few tattoos and a forearm full of self-harm scars that I'm not too proud of. Other than that, there's nothing to really know. Unless you want to know my d-" Dak gets stopped mid-sentence by Davina who walks passed him with a swift smack upside his head. 'Shut up, Dak!' she growls at him as she walks off, Dak meeting eyes with the 'interviewer' trying hard to contain his laughter. "Uh, yeah. That's it."
“Sometimes being too nice all the time is dangerous, you have to show your hard side once in a while to keep from getting hurt.” –Unknown "I love when people underestimate me. Seeing the stupid expressions on their faces after they see what I can really do is fucking priceless." -Unknown Simple Man by Lynard Skynard | One Call Away by Charlie Puth Full Birth-Given Name "Seamus. Seamus Dempsey."
Preferred Name // Nickname "It's pretty simple. People just call me Seamus or Dempsey. Whatever they choose, I don't care, really."
Sexual Orientation & Gender "Male. I don't really care to be any one specific thing.. I live in the moment."
Years Since My Birth "It's been just short of 21 long, miserable years since I was brought into this damned world."
At What Age Were You Turned? "Well it was less than a few months ago, I'll tell you that."
Pack Standing "Most likely bottom bitch."
Also Knowing "I'm originally from Ireland, so I sound much different than my new American pack members. I've traveled to the US before with my parents on business matters, so I know how to use their terminologies and whatnot." Your Other Half "I was in love with a beautiful gal. Unfortunately I left her behind in Ireland. I haven't forgotten her, even have a picture of her in my wallet.. I'll probably never see her again, and I think I'm okay with that. I'll never actually be able to love her the way she deserves."
Family Members Affected by the Shiver "No one in my family was directly affected. My parents knew I wanted to come to the states again, I'll tell them when the time comes if I decide I want to stay here. Most likely will have to make up some story of me going missing and later find 'my' body. I won't be coming back to them either way, Dav explained the curse to me. We don't get to be ourselves after roughly 10 years of jumping back and forth between skins. Not particularly happy about it, but I don't have a choice."
Furry Companions "I don't much like animals. I can deal with them if necessary, but would rather stay away. I'm allergic to fur, yes, hilarious I know, and can't own a pet of my own unless it's hypoallergenic." Who Turned You and Changed Your Life "Well, it was believed that the last wolves were killed off in 1786. Apparently, history didn't know about these wolves. It was a chilly morning in Belfast.. I was on a run, and was attacked by a wolf. Not too long after, the shivers began. I spent a full week not knowing which reality was mine and which was the beasts'. A rumor came about that there were humans who turned wolf stateside, so I decided to come out here in hopes someone could help me out. I found Davina, and the rest of the gang about a week and a half back. I've been here ever since, and don't know when I plan to go back home or if this will be my permanent home. If I went back, I'd probably be hunted down. Wolves are not very welcome in Ireland."
My Life Before the Shiver Overtook Me and How It Effected Me "My life was pretty cushy before I was attacked. I lived in an upscale side of town and had plenty of money to stay comfortable without actually having to work, but I still went out and got a job. Just about anyone who was anyone knew who I was. My parents were high up within the Catholic church, and we did business with a group of people who reside stateside. I traveled to the states quite a bit my parents while they dabbled in their businesses. I used to love coming here, even though I love Belfast, I enjoyed my time stateside. As far as after I was turned, I didn't spend too much time in Dublin before I came to Minnesota to find the Devereaux pack."
How Some People Might See Me "People? Hah. I really don't care what they thing, honestly. People love to do a lot of talking, but can't ever back their shit up. I don't take it. I'm not one to really take too much sympathy either. For me, I was raised to get up, dust your ass off and keep moving forward. I don't cry or whine about the shit I'm put through. I handle my business and get it done. You'll come to realize I don't talk very much, nor do I really keep eye contact with anyone. I've got a bad eye, due to a bar fight I got into a year back.. I keep a sash or a patch over it. That's really my one and only insecurity, is my eye. In reality, I don't have many friends, but that's my own doing. I tend to keep to myself and avoid being around others because a lot of the people I've grown close with in my life have either left or died. Through everything else, I'm quite compassionate and love deeply, just from a distance. I am, and always have been, the great protector. I was hoping to get a possible Omega position, but I found out from Dak that the position has already been filled. I think I'd have made a good Omega, possibly even a Beta. I like to keep the peace."
Standing Before a Mirror, I See "I'm around 6'2" and weight 173 lbs. I rarely ever look into the mirror, honestly. Constantly looking in the mirror makes one anxious of one's self. I don't want to be said person. However, recently I did catch a glimpse.. my beard is starting to grow out. I've let it go since the turn, haven't much cared as of late. My hair is a dull golden brown, as is my beard. I lost my right eye a year ago in a bar fight with a scar that extends down the side of my face in a jagged half-moon shape. My eyes are brow, like copper against honey and sage, and when they water they glow. Perfect little orbs, the same shade as nature after it rains. I have two tattoos on each of my forearms 1.0 || 2.0and wrists 1.0 || 2.0, one on the back of my neck, and another on my chest. There's also a piece running down my side that reads, 'Ní thuigeann an sách an seang.', which translated to English means 'The well-fed does not understand the lean.', basically meaning the wealthy and healthy will never understand the poor and weakly/sickly. Due to my eye being fecked, I wear a patch over it."
”My name is Harley Jade Knowles, but my nickname is Jadee. People only call me Harley if they’re not close friends or are among relatives..”
|| GENDER ||
”I identify as agender and proudly so.”
|| AGE ||
”15 long, miserable years have gone by since my birth. It’s been quite an adventure, I’ll say that much.”
|| GRADE ||
”10th-grade year, let's do this!”
|| SEXUALITY ||
”I mean, if you're hot, you're hot. Why play for just one team when you can play the whole field, right?”
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
”I’d prefer not to be in one. I suffer from commitment issues, apparently.”
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
”I’m a natural blonde, but my hair is currently dyed a cobalt blue. My eyes match my hair, which of course was absolutely intentional. Throughout the years I’ve not managed to obtain much of a tan. Fair skin and no blemishes whatsoever, surprisingly. People always used to tell me I’d get hit hard with pimples and things of those sorts once puberty set in. Not me. I was one of the lucky ones.”
Wait For Them To Ask You Who You Know
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
- Straightforward -Selfless -Committed in friendship -Honest -Quiet -Watchful
|| PERSONALITY ||
Harley is the kind of person who wastes no time in telling you if they've got a problem with you. The type of person who is loyal and committed in their friendships and would do anything for those they love. Although Harley remains quiet most times, it's not because Harley is shy. Its only due to the love of people watching. Harley carefully analyzes all situations and makes a calculated response. For Harley's age, Harley has remained quite mature. More so than the rest of the kids of the same age. Probably due to the things Harley had to endure in the 15 years of Harley's life. When Harley gets angry, it's not easy to tell. Harley keeps it to themselves and gets over it on their own time. Harley tends to stand up for those being bullied, for they were bullied in their younger years and vowed to never let it happen again. They would make a great friend, but due to their sometimes too-honest-truths, it can be quite difficult at times to maintain such a friendship, but nothing is impossible. With a little work and understanding, Harley could be your greatest friend.
|| QUIRKS ||
-When stressed or lying, tends to speak from the corner of the mouth. -Uses mundane items as toys (e.g. bottle caps, chopsticks, straws) -Draws random doodles on any piece of paper in front of him or her and always carries a pen or pencil to facilitate this habit.
+All animals, especially dogs and rodents +Makeup (kept to a minimum) +Getting down and dirty (don't u dare think dirty xP) +Having more guy friends than girl friends +Being alone, but doesn't mind company. Just not in crowds -Prejudice people -Heights -The feeling of being cornered -Brussel Sprouts -Abusive relationships
Please Don't Make Any Sudden Moves
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
→ Brother ✦ Daniel Avery Knowles ✦ 8th-grade student → Aunt ✦ Johanna "Jo" Davey ✦ Stay-at-home Aunt..? → Uncle ✦ Rodney Davey ✦ Works at the Rumancek ranch as a Horse Handler/Tamer → Mother ✦ Keira Knowles ✦ Lives a dark lifestyle, putting herself through abuse from men and drugs alike
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
"Ol' Bones? Ah. Nothing too big about her. She's old and decrepit. Needs a lot of work that ain't even worth the money it'd cost to do so. She's 2-stories high and looks as though she could blow away in the wind. Kay, not that frail but she's not a sight to look at, like most houses of the kids who attend Delbrook. We try and keep it up as much as possible, though. Can't really afford to move anywhere else."
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
"Are you kidding me? I don't have a job yet, and on my mom's salary with her junky habits, I don't think so. I could never ask that of Jo or Rodney. They already sacrifice so much for Daniel and I."
You Don't Know the Half of the Abuse
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
"My life has been pretty boring honestly. Besides the fact my mom's a junky and my dad died in childbirth. Okay, yes I know that's not possible, but that's basically what happened. When I was born, he just vanished. Never knew him. My brother Daniel is my half brother from my mom's second husband, John. He was very abusive to me, in all manner of the term. Verbally, mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually. He went through the whole spectrum. This isn't something I particularly like to tell people on the first meet, let alone at all, really.. So can we keep this between us, please? ... Besides all that, which happened roughly 8 years ago, my life has been as normal as it can possibly be for the child of an absentee father and a junky. Daniel and I live with our Uncle Rodney and Aunt Jo."
|| THEME SONG ||
Hey Love by Alyssa Bernal Hey love.. Don't look so down, I'm sure in time you'll find, What you've been longing for. Hey love.. What's with the long faces? I know, You're probably feeling jaded. Love is fading away.. Don't think for a second That you have anything to do with it.
|| OTHER ||
”I have a cat, his name is Kitler, who is technically Daniel's cat actually. Yeah, you heard that right. Kitler. Aunt Jo almost named him Pepe after the skunk from Looney Tunes but I refused. ‘Kitler’ was just too funny to pass up.. And a dog, she’s a mutt. We call her Sadie.”
Davina Marie Devereaux
"There’s a whole world out there, waiting for you. Great cities and art and music. Genuine beauty, and you can have it all."-Klaus Mikaelson [to Caroline Forbes], The Vampire Diaries
Too Many War Wounds, Not Enough Wars
|| NAME ||
”Davina Marie Devereaux. Believe it or not, 'Davina Marie' is my whole first name. I was never given an actual middle name, but people commonly mistake 'Marie' for a middle name. It happens.”
|| GENDER ||
”Really. You can’t tell I’m a girl?”
|| AGE ||
”15-years-young!”
|| GRADE ||
”10th grade. Sophomore year, baby!!”
|| SEXUALITY ||
Heterosexual.
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
”Fresh out of a relationship. I'd rather not talk about it..” The guy she'd been with for just over 6 months cheated on her with someone he claimed was his 'best friend'. The term 'best friend' alone makes Davina cringe anymore.
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Davina is kind of on the short side, standing at 5'4" and weighs 136lbs with an athletic build about her. She plays softball and is into running as well. Not so much for something like Track, just for fitness. Her eyes and hair match in a golden brown color, her hair getting darker in the winter and lighter with natural highlights in the summer. Davina maintains a decent appearance, as far as blemishes go. She keeps herself very clean and well-dressed. She says she 'dresses to her mood'.
Too Few Rounds in the Ring and Not Enough Settled Scores
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
+ Athletic + Considerate + Disciplined + Humble + Intelligent + Self-Sufficient - Anxious - Clumsy - Depressed - In-Decisive - Insecure - Stubborn - Slightly jealous Due to being cheated on, it kinda messed with her
|| PERSONALITY ||
Davina is quite the character. As much as she can be an introvert when she's by herself, she can easily flip that switch and be the most out-going person you'll know. She tries to be as much as possible, which leads some people to not like her, sometimes, because she overdoes it occasionally. For the most part, Davina stays quiet and remains so until she's directly spoken to, then she gets into that overbearing out-going personality up and running, talking her mouth off. Her mom jokes with her a lot and says that she should have named Davina 'Gabby' instead, due to how much Davina can talk when she gets into the mood. As much as Davina may have the looks, what really win people over is her winning personality. She cares and loves deeply, even sacrificing her own time and sometimes money to please those she cares for. Some might say otherwise, but personally, I don't think you could find another person quite like Davina.
|| QUIRKS ||
"→ 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. → Constantly quoting my favorite movies and can usually identify a movie by a single quote. I can remember a whole movie's worth of monolog but can't remember what I ate for dinner last week. Like, really? → I can speak in cartoon-like voices that sound nothing like my actual voice. Usually when reciting Disney movie monolog or cosplaying Harley Quinn. → I tend to be roughly ten to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meeting or even my school classes. I like to be punctual."
+ My furkids (pets) → Timber Wolf / Shepard Hybrid, Shadow and rex rat, Boog. + Wolves♥ + Harley Quinn♦ + DC Comics + Gaming + Reading + Artsy Activities + Animals + Summer + Sweater Weather + Cuddling + Hugs + Dodgeball + Softball + Volleyball + Texting + Helping Others + Laughing + Good Vibes + Rain / Storms + Guys with Beards + Tattoos - Being Alone - Crowded Rooms - Enclosed/Small Spaces - Crying in Front of Others - Being Touched Unexpectedly - Drinking / Drunk People - Horror Movies in Dark Rooms - Chewing with an Open Mouth - Common Core Math - Cheaters - Animal Abuse.. abuse in general, honestly - Make-Up - Annoying People
Too Many Sharks, Not Enough Blood in the Waves
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
→ Cousin ✦ Quinten Rumancek ✦ 10th Grader → Mother ✦ Monica Marie Knowles(Far right) ✦ Deceased → Father & Brother ✦ Sean Raphael Grady & Sean-Aidan Harris Grady ✦ Lives 60 miles away with his wife, my sister and young brother, works as a contractor; Sean-Aidan goes to elementary school in New Orleans → Step-Mother ✦ Shannon Elizabeth Grady-Smith ✦ Counselor at Reach Out program for troubled youth
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
"I live with Quinten. Ask him about our house, he knows more about it than I do. I can tell you about my room, though."
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
"I don't have a car, personally. Quinn does, though. He drives us around."
You Know I Give My Love a F-f-four Letter Na-na-name
"I have a very uncommon pet. Meet Vixxi. Yes, I named her after the female fox from Fox and the Hound. Sue me. I love Disney!"
Quinten Ezra Rumancek
“тнιngѕ cнange, ғrιendѕ leave. and lιғe doeѕn'т ѕтop ғor anyвody.” ― ѕтepнen cнвoѕĸy, тнe perĸѕ oғ вeιng a wallғlower
Be A Simple King of Man
|| NAME ||
”Rumancek. Quinten Ezra Rumancek. I prefer to go by Ezra, usually, but most call me Quinten or simply Quinn.”
|| GENDER ||
”I’m a girl, don’t you know?” Quinten smirks and rolls his eyes.
|| AGE ||
”I just recently turned 16 about a month ago while we were on summer vacation. Yeah, I know. Kinda makes me an old man on campus for the Sophomore class. Whatever..”
|| GRADE ||
”10th-grade year, baby, let’s do this!”
|| SEXUALITY ||
"Love me some girls.” Quinten smiles wide, a hint of a smirk behind it.
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
”Single. Still being haunted by the last one I was with.”
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
"I stand tall for my age, at 6'2 and weigh roughly 196 lbs. A bit chunkier than I'd like to be, but whatever. My dark hair extends down past my ears, hanging freely. The color of my eyes is a soft gray, and turn hazel when I cry. When I get upset, they darken and almost seem to turn black. I've got a nice, long, jagged scar on my left forearm from when I was just 12 years old where my bone punctured through my skin. Fell off my horse for the first time and busted my arm open. That was fun. Oh, and another scar that has since dropped down into my left eyebrow from when I was 2 years old. I was at a baby sitter's house at the time, and thought it'd be cool to pretend to be Superman. I climbed up onto the dining room table, and jumped out onto the tile flooring, slitting my forehead open. My mom, when she came rushing to come get me, had thought I was dead. She constantly reminds me of the scare any time she catches a glimpse of the scar."
Oh Be Something You Love and Understand
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
+ Generous + Polite + Respectful + Loyal + Observant + Persistent + Soft-hearted - Hard Headed - Sarcastic - Impatient - Boorish at times, depending on situation - Says things before thinking when mad/upset sometimes
|| PERSONALITY ||
"I'm a people-pleaser. I’ll do just about anything for anyone, even if they’ve done me wrong. In my opinion, I'm quite a natural leader.. although I’d rather be a team player, most times. Being the team lead isn’t that difficult for me to become. I can have quite the temper, though. Rub me the wrong way, too far, and you’ll catch a glimpse of my 'Mr. Hyde'. I've got, what seems like a quiet and reclusive demeanor at first, but really I just like to stay quiet and watch everything from afar. I have this rule that papa passed down to me, ‘Nothing ever gets done right when you do or say something without sitting back to think on it first.. never done anyone any amount of good.’ For my age, I'm wise beyond my years and most definitely independent, or so I've been told. Must have been brought up due to the fact my father wasn't around to teach me how to be a man, so I taught myself. Growing up without a father present most times, while taking care of my baby sister while mom has been distracted by her own troubles over the years, all while trying to live as an adult trapped in a young kid’s body. As much as I don't like to, I know how to follow orders and am well-disciplined. Can thank my papa for that. With my dad absent, my papa and uncle both stepped in and became the only 'father figures' I've had in my life. Since becoming a father, myself, I've had a lot of growing up to do. It's not easy, but honestly, what is?"
|| QUIRKS ||
→ I tend to arrange things in a particular way. For example, all my dollar bills have to be facing forward and in increasing order in my wallet. → Apparently I've got a 'discomfort' with the top of any hour. I tend to set my alarm for 6:05AM instead of 6AM on the dot. Or microwave things that suggest a minute and thirty seconds at 1:35. My counselor always tells me the same thing. “The top of the hour represents a new beginning for you. It’s typical for some people. That sense of a new beginning can make you nervous, so you create tricks to try to avoid it,” he says. “Picking an offbeat time setting isn’t a harmful ritual, but it’s also not a realistic strategy. The rest of the world isn’t going to stop the top of the hour from happening.” → I've got a tendency to look up at the sun/moon and can easily tell what the approximate time is. → For some reason, matter where it is in a word, my 't's are always capitalized. I don't know why I picked that up, but I could never drop the habit of doing so. So I've just kept it. → When stressed or lying, I tend to talk from the corner of my mouth. → Always standing with my hands behind my back, sometimes in an “at ease” position, though I have never been in the military. Guess I get it from my dad and papa. → Always having change in my pocket to give to beggars or homeless. → 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.
|| HOBBIES ||
→ Roping cattle → Playing acoustic guitar → Journaling → Singing - Baritone (loves to sing A capella) → Bareback / Western horse-back riding → Online Gaming - PC for WOW, XboxOne for Rainbow Six Siege, CoD Advanced Warfare, Black Ops 1 and The Division → Eating...? → Breathing... → Netflix....?
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ Jeeps + Dogs + Soccer & Baseball + Video games + Guns/Shooting/Hunting + Playing acoustic guitar + Singing + Archery + Board games + ATVs + Military-related anything + Camping + Day-trips to the river/lake + Working with my grandpa. Farmhand-type work - Homework - People - Chores - Bullies - Being alone/single - People who talk too much - Words or phrases repeated over and over - Overly hyper people - Interrupting cows....wha?- MOO! - Squash..just, no. - And meatloaf. No meatloaf.
Baby Be A Simple Kind Of Man
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
→ 18-month-old Son ✦ Phoenix Greyson Rumancek ✦ Umm.. doing baby things? → Ex-girlfriend, Son's Mother ✦ Sabrina Smalls ✦ I don't know, and don't care. Long as my boy's safe and I get to see him. → Mother ✦ Jennifer Lee Rumancek ✦ Works at Culver's Grocery as Asst. Manager → Father ✦ Ezra Joseph Rumancek ✦ Navy SEAL, Deployed on Mission → Older Brother ✦ Cameron James Rumancek ✦ Deployed Army, Deployed overseas → Grandpa ✦ Joseph Rumancek ✦ Retired Marine, Works on his Ranch and occasionally does Cattle Drives
"I own a Jeep Rubicon. My grandpa got it for me when I got my permit shortly after my birthday."
Oh Won't You Do This For Me Son, If You Can
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
What I'm about to say are things I don't tell to just anyone, okay? So please, don't throw it back in my face and make me regret saying anything. ((Quinten takes a second, looking you dead in the eye before dropping his head as he begins to speak again.)) My dad has been in the military since before I was born. I never really got to make much of a bond with him, and have spent my better years getting close with my mom. You very well may say I'm a 'momma's boy'. Seven years before I was born, my brother had been born. As weird as it may sound, he and I don't fight like your 'average brothers' do. Since he moved out and joined the Army, we haven't so much as talked very much, though.
During the summer, and every other weekend in the school year, I go out to my grandpa's farm and help him with the work. Branding calves, putting down the wild dogs that terrorize our livestock, and making sure anything and everything else is in order. My mom hasn't been very happy lately. She doesn't say it, but you can see it in her eyes. The way they don't light up the way they used to, or the way her smile doesn't fully reach to her ears the way it did when she was truly happy. Even when dad comes home, she's not her usual self. As much as I try to help, it's nice to get out from the funk hanging around our house. It's a heavy weight on my chest that's hard to shake, anymore. The house is way too quiet, these days. Okay, maybe not with Davina and Phoenix around.. but usually it's pretty dull.
On days when the weight becomes unbearable and I have to escape for a while, I talk to Uncle Sean and grandpa in search of help. Me being 'the man of the house' while dad's away, it's basically my responsibility to make sure everything in our house is right. These days, I've been having trouble doing what's right. Over the summer, my mom caught me smoking for the first time with my Junior High buddy, Mark, and she really took off on me. I'm currently grounded. Probably will be for the rest of my life. Guess it's a good thing I didn't care too much for the cigg.
I found out I was going to be a father mid-8th grade year. Honestly, I didn't want anything to do with her or him at first, I was scared. When I saw his face though, I knew in that moment I'd always be there for him. Especially since my own father hasn't really been a big impact in my own life, I want to make one in my own son's life. The kind of impact I wish I'd had in mine. Phoenix is getting so grown, it's crazy watching him learn new things each day. He's such a smart little dude.
This year, I hope to get my grades back on track. Last year they weren't so good, trying to juggle my newborn son, school, drama with my ex and whatever else that stood in my way.. just, need some peace. It's been a long road since, and I know it's not done. I want to get into Choir, Drama or Band. I think I'd feel at home among the people in those classes. I've never really been one to fit in, in my opinion. I stand out way too much, and I honestly don't like it. People seem to think I'm a 'popular' or a 'cool guy' but I've always seen myself as an introvert. Only ever had one or two really good friends. Making a new friend this year, besides my English teacher, would be great. I mean, if my English teacher was the only friend I made this year, that would be sorta depressing.
|| THEME SONG ||
Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, Well, it surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about, I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune, But I hear the voices say Carry on my wayward son There'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more no!
|| OTHER ||
"I've got two dogs of my own. Well, one is mine and one I got for my son, Phoenix. Got myself a PitBull Terrier named Seamus. The pup I own, I bought for my son so he has a dog to grow up with. Every boy needs a dog of his own, in my opinion. The pup's name is Bagheera. Call him 'Baghy' for short! It was Davina's idea. Another Disney-themed name. Don't you ever remember watching The Jungle Book as a kid? ..no? ...We can't be friends. Haha, just kidding.. but you've really missed out on a lot of good movies if you haven't seen the 90's Disney movies."
Colton Wade Kruger
"Just because you aren’t making progress as fast as you think you should does not mean you aren’t making progress. Keep going."
They Can't Tell Me Who To Be, Cause I'm Not What They See
|| NAME ||
”Colton Wade Kruger. You can call me Cole, though.”
|| GENDER ||
”Open your eyes, man. I’m a guy.”
|| AGE ||
”15 years old. Gonna turn 16 in mid-January.”
|| GRADE ||
”10th grade, man!”
|| SEXUALITY ||
"I may make gay jokes with my friends, but I’m into girls.”
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
"There’s a girl I’ve had a long distance relationship with for about a year now. She lives in California. We met at this place I used to roleplay on called FooPets.com. Don’t laugh. I met the most amazing girl there, and I don’t regret it for a second. I don't know how much longer we'll last though. It doesn't seem to be working out.”
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
"Take a good look. Better yet, take a picture. It lasts longer." Colton is 6'2" weighing roughly 147lbs of nearly pure muscle. He maintains an athletic build. His hair is dark brown, nearly black in certain light, and his eyes are a soft blue-grey but turn a green-dominant hazel when he cries or is on the verge of it. Like stated previously, he does have a massive burn scar on his left hand from the house fire in his childhood home. He typically wears a bandana tied over it when at school.
Yeah The World is Still Sleepin' While I Keep Dreamin' For Me
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
-Borish -Self-centered at times -Slightly selfish -Quick to fly off the handle. It's a defense mechanism -Stubborn -Major asshole -Anxious +Kind +Caring +Careful +Courageous +Respectful (as long as he feels they earn it)
|| PERSONALITY ||
|| QUIRKS ||
-
|| HOBBIES ||
-Football -Football -Oh, did I mention Football? -Fishing -Hiking -Camping -Breeding pit bulls -Breaking horses
|| LIKES & DISLIKES ||
+ Football, of course, and Baseball + Singing, but doesn't broadcast it on account he doesn't like being put on the spot or complimented much. + Dances exceptionally well + Playing air drums + Drinking on occasion + Smoking (weed) as often as he can + Dogs + Night life + Raves + Partying - Cats - Know-It-All types - Mornings - People who pity him for being an orphan - Change -
And Their Words Are Just Whispers and Lies That I'll Never Believe
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
"I don't really have any family anymore. My only family was my older brother who's in the military overseas, and my sister but she got adopted into another family. She's living quite the lifestyle. Rich home, loving family. And what do I get? Shit. I still have Cat, though." → Girlfriend ✦ Selena Kyle Carter ✦ Lives in Southern Cali, goes to Millikan High School in Long Beach → Sister ✦ Josie Kruger-Wakoviak ✦ Attends a rich, preppy high school somewhere in New Orleans → Brother ✦ Sodapop Curtis Kruger ✦ Army, Deployed overseas → 4-year-old Nephew ✦ Maddox Kruger-O'Connor ✦ ...kid things?
|| HOUSE DESCRIPTION ||
”I'm a ward of the state. I don't really have what one would call a ‘home’. I have a temporary house I stay at till the state gets tired of taking care of me and tosses me to the streets where they picked me up from.”
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
"I have a truck of my own. Got my permit this year! My brother left it for me, it was his. It's a 1979 Chevy Silverado 4x4. 4" Rancho Suspension Lift, 3" Body Lift, 38.5" Gumbo Monster Mudders 15x12 Chrome Wheels, Diamond Plate Tool Box, 2 KC 150Watt Lights, Grill Guard, MileMarker Part-Time Kit, Warn Hubs, Dual Exhaust w/echo tips, Sunroof, Tinted Windows, Pioneer Stereo System, AirTank/Bumper Combo, and 17" Drop Hitch. Here are a few pictures, if you don't know trucks the way I do. Picture #1. Picture #2. Picture #3."
HowCan the WorldWantMeToChange? They're the OnesThatStay the Same
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
"My parents died in a house fire when I was 5-years-old, have the scars on my left hand to prove it, too. My older brother by 8 years is in the military serving over-seas, and my sister was almost immediately adopted out by the time we got put in. The parents tried adopting us both but gave me back. I've been in and out of foster care for the better part of 10 years now. I've gone to family after family and no one has wanted me, they keep sending me back. Some claim I 'just wasn't the right fit', and others flat out tell the truth. I'm a monster. I don't follow authority, I disobey anything and everything asked of me, I am a young criminal, a party-goer, and honestly don't care to get adopted into a 'new' family. I just wish I could have my old one back. I currently go to a counselor, but we normally don't talk much during our sessions. He's kind of given up on trying to help me because I don't like to talk about my problems, at all. The only person I ever really talk to about my issues is my brother. We only ever exchange letters about twice a month. He's always busy. I seem to write him almost every day. The current home I'm in, they made an agreement with me to place me with them on paper but I actually live out of my truck. It's rough, but it's better than pretending I'm happy living with a bunch of strangers. The adopted 'rents pay for my dog food and give me a small chunk of change from the check they get to help take care of me, but other than that we really don't speak much."
|| THEME SONG ||
Sound the Bugle by Bryan Adams Sound the bugle now play it just for me As the season's change remember how I used to be. Now I can't go on I can't even start I've got nothing left just an empty heart
I'm a soldier wounded so I must give up the fight There's nothing more for me lead me away... Or leave me lying here.
Sound the bugle now tell them I don't care There's not a road I know that leads to anywhere Without a light, I fear that I will stumble in the dark Lay right down decide not to go on.
Then from on high somewhere in the distance There's a voice that calls, "Remember who you are" If you lose yourself, your courage soon will follow So be strong tonight remember who you are.
Yeah you're a soldier now fighting in a battle To be free once more yeah, that's worth fighting for!
|| OTHER ||
"Got all boys. A Bull Terrier named Frankie, a pit named Titan, another pit named Dempsey, and last but not least, Chance. He's my rescue pitty. Found him on the side of the road a year ago. He'd been hit, and that's how he lost his leg. Dempsey and Titan are brothers from the first litter I bred. They're my guards!"
Rebecca Avery Baker
"Sometimes things have to change.. and, maybe sometimes they're for the better..."-Nani, Lilo & Stitch
|| NAME ||
"Rebecca Avery Baker is my name, don't wear it out."
|| GENDER ||
"I-I'm a girl. I know it might be hard to tell because of the short hair.."
|| AGE ||
"16 years old, just on the edge of seventeen. My adopted parents placed me into school late."
|| GRADE ||
"Tenth grade. 2 more years to go till freedom.."
|| SEXUALITY ||
"Not too sure, honestly. Don't really think about it too much. Last time I really had a crush was grade school and the boy was real mean to me when I told him I liked him. I've stopped trying to notice anyone, since."
|| RELATIONSHIP STATUS ||
"Single as a friggin' pringle."
|| MORE IN-DEPTH APPEARANCE ||
Becca's hair is naturally a dark brown, but she dyes it bleach blonde. Her roots have since grown out over the summer, and leave her with roughly an inch of her natural hair color sprouting from her scalp. Her deep sea blue eyes are alluring. The outer rims are darker than the center, almost so dark they could be mistaken for black. A smile hardly harbors Becca's face, but when she does show it off, her teeth are straight and pearly white. At one point she had braces, and got them taken off over the summer. It's still taking her time to get used to being able to confidently smile, knowing she's got a beautiful one to show, now. Her body is that of a slim athletic build. She does exercise, just not enough to build her up very much. Becca's got a 5'7" frame and all of the 123lbs on her.
|| PERSONALITY TRAITS ||
|| PERSONALITY ||
|| QUIRKS ||
* Tends to check the time a lot, even when she has nowhere to go. Sort of a nervous tick she has.
|| HOBBIES ||
* Swimming, both professionally and for personal gain * Reading * Studying * Playing her 3DS (Pokemon Omega Ruby & Alpha Sapphire, Animal Crossing, Mario Kart, Donkey Kong..) * Dog-Walking
Describe your home and what type of household you have
|| CAR DESCRIPTION ||
Most will not have a car at this point, maybe next year.
Okay I lied, very last title here
|| BIOGRAPHY ||
A paragraph or more about what your life is like and what you want to accomplish this new year. This will be changing as the roleplay moves on. We will be adding to it.
|| THEME SONG ||
"I'm gonna have to go with an old favorite for this one." You're Not Alone by Saosin She's just like him Spoiled rotten confused by the life she's been fed And she's searching for no one (but herself) Her eyes turn to green And she seems to be happy that she is her And this time I think you'll know
You're not alone, there is more to this I know You can make it out You will live to tell
*Full Birth-Given Name: “Jacque (pronounced ‘Jack’) Yuley is the name.” Nickname: “'Jacque the Ripper'. Everyone on the job calls me that, anyway. My girl and little brother, well, and the rest of the district who aren't workers know me as just simply 'Jay'.” *District Relation in Name: “My father thought it would be funny to name me ‘Jack’, because we are LumberJacks by District.. my mother wanted a unique spelling. Even though it’s supposed to be pronounced as ‘Jjj-awk’, it’s pronounced Jack. Our last name is also a play on the word Yule, which is a type of tree. Our family name is known big in our district, as well.”
: Gender :
What Makes Me ME: “Really? Do I seriously have to answer that?” What Defines Me: “I’ve got a girlfriend, so.. This should be a no-brainer, but I get you Capitol freaks aren’t as smart as you try to appear.. I’m heterosexual.”
: Birth :
*What’s My Age, Again?: “17 Years Old. Yeah, I know. On one of my last legs for the reaping and end up getting picked. Yay me, right?” Jacque adjusts himself in his seat, straightening up a bit, "Honestly it's my fault and choice, though. I took one for my team." Date & Time of Birth: “Why does this even matter? You know how old I am. No need to know any further.”
:: General Information ::
: Origin :
*District #: “I am from the seventh District out of the thirte-.. twelve, I mean. It’s hard to remember there’s no longer thirteen of us, anymore.” *District Career: Lumber - “I am a LumberJack. Yes, haha, “LumberJacque”. Make fun like everyone else does.” *District Token: “This ring was my father’s, and his father gave it to him back when he turned 18. It was made out of the first tree my grandfather brought down. I have it now because, well.. if you don’t already know, you’ll find out.”
: Description :
For Those Who Don’t Know Me: Jacque is a people pleaser. He’ll do just about anything for anyone, even if they’ve done him wrong. He’s also a natural leader.. although he’d rather be a team member most times, being the team lead isn’t that difficult for him to become. Jacque has quite the temper on him though. Rub him the wrong way too far and you’ll catch a glimpse of ‘Jacque the Ripper’. He’s got, what seems like a quiet and reclusive demeanor at first, but really he just likes to stay quiet and watch everything from afar. Jacque has this rule, ‘Nothing ever gets done right when you do or say something without sitting back to think on it.. never done anyone any amount of good.’ For his age, Jacque is wise beyond his years and most definitely independent. Must have been brought up due to the fact he lost his parents so young and had to learn how to do everything on his own, while taking care of his baby brother all while trying to live as an adult trapped in a young kid’s body. As much as he doesn’t like to, he knows how to follow orders and is well-disciplined. His discomfort, more or less, with the Captiol stems from his father, who openly disagreed with their beliefs. *-The 5 Do’s: 1.Informed 2.Considerate 3.Wild 4.Reliable 5.Devoted *-The 5 Don’ts: 1.Stubborn 2.Quarrelsome 3.Pessimistic 4.Impatient 5.Unmerciful - if pushed to the limit *For Those Who’ve Never Seen Me: Jacque stands roughly at six feet four and a half inches tall, weighing around two-hundred and ten pounds. His eyes are a deep blue, like the Caspian Sea with thick, very dark locks of hair that don’t stretch past his ears. He’s starting to grow in his beard, a bit. It’s not much, but he has a five o’clock shadow that’s grown in. Under his clothing, he’s built with muscle. Jacque’s biceps are thick, massive for a kid his age, really.. and his chest and abs are defined. He also has large hands, and equally large feet to go with them. He’s, what District 7 would say, a fine LumberJack specimen. Almost perfect, some might even say. -Something You Don’t See Every Day: There’s deep scarring all over his upper body, on both front and back sides. A predominant group of four jagged lines stretching from his jaw to his mid stomach area nearly down the dead center of his chest. A reminder of the trauma he underwent when attacked by a wild timber wolf at the age of ten. Jacque's left hand is also scarred up with burns from the house fire in his childhood home. *Whatever You’ve Heard About Me Is a Lie: “I grew up in a decently wealthy family. Least, wealthy for the Districts. Nothing like what kids in the Capital get to grow up with.. I had my parents for all of 10 ½ years before they were taken from me. I raised my brother up nearly since the day he was born. After he was born, it hadn’t been long since my dad had been mauled by the same timber wolf that attacked me that my mother resorted to drinking. One day, she was drinking during the day while she was cooking lunch for herself and I.. she passed out drunk, and left the stove on. Whatever had been cooking in the stove that morning was burnt to a crisp and had eventually caught fire, spreading throughout the house. At the time, I had been down the road a ways playing with some fellow District kids when I saw the smoke rising from the direction my house was in. I ran as fast as I could to my home and ran inside without a second thought. To no avail, I couldn’t locate my mother but found my brother almost immediately due to his crying out from his nursery room. I got out of there as soon as I could, but not unscathed. I spent the next 6 years living with my aunt and uncle, who had children of their own and didn’t have the means to feed all of us.. so I got a job when I was just 11 years old. I helped haul wood, transferring planks and logs from one pile to the next. I spent the next 4 years doing that until I turned 15 and got myself an actual Lumbering job. It became a huge joke in my house that I could now officially be called ‘LumberJacque’. As for the games in those years where I was posted up at the reaping, and even before, I never liked watching the games.. and never had a fear of getting chosen. Surprised more often than not. Had my name in there so many times each year. This year was just unavoidable. Didn’t matter how many times my name was in that pot. I volunteered for that Willom boy I used to pal around with when we were youngins, and even then some. He was a couple years younger than me, but he got me better than the rest.. he had a major accident on the yard on his first day lumberin’ and busted himself up real good. Willom couldn’t walk right since that day.. I volunteered for him, because I knew I’d at least have a slight chance at winning, whereas he did not. I couldn't allow him to be the one.. wasn't going to watch my friend die. Like my father used to say, 'It ain’t easy bein’ pals.'"
: Relationships :
Furry Friends: “I have a dog back home named Cedric. He's an old boy, though. Had him since I was 8 years old. He's nearly on his last leg of life.” Partners In Crime: “I’d have to say Willom was the only true friend I had besides my girlfriend Yanna. I really only hung around the two of them.” *Loved Ones Left Behind: “Pictured, from left to right & top to bottom, is my aunt, grandfather, grandmother, mom, uncle (by marriage) and my father. This, of course, is an old photograph. My grandparents have been gone since before I could remember, my parents are both gone as well.. been gone for 6 ½ years now. My aunt and uncle are the only ones still around. The last photo is my baby brother, who my mother had just before the house fire incident.. I saved my brother and I, but couldn’t save her. Just sucks that my brother never got to know our parents..” For a moment, Jacque’s eyes fall to the floor with a vacant expression before he looks back up as if nothing happened and continues, “That’s also our dog Cedric in the photo with my brother.”
*Someone Special Back Home: “Yanna, my love.. till we meet again.”
:: Other Information ::
: The Reaping :
*Volunteer or Natural: “I volunteered for the reaping. An old pal of mine, Willom, was chosen. I took his place because.. well, that’s what pals do. As sad as it is, he wouldn’t have made it very far in the Games.. I at least have a bit of a chance. More so than him, anyway.. I’d do anything for my friends." *Are the Odds In My Favor?: “My name is in ‘the pot’ 17 times. Not even for myself. I took rations for the less fortunate kids of my district whose parents couldn’t, or wouldn’t work. I try and take care of my people as best as I can.”
: Specialty & Threat Level :
*How Do You Use These?: “I know how to throw a hatchet with almost perfect accuracy. Don’t believe me? Try me!” *My Skills Pay the Bills: “I know how to start a fire all on my own. Just a stick and a log, I’ll have a fire up in less than a minute.” He smirks a bit and corrects himself, “Okay, maybe not under a minute, but I’m pretty quick at it!” *You Have Nothing to Worry About: “Threat level? Ha! I’d say I’m a solid level 10 threat!” Jacque smirks and looks back at the camera with a more serious look, “I don’t know honestly, but I hope I’m worth something on this so called ‘Threat Level’.”
:: Additional Information ::
: Random Facts :
BloodType: O Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous, but because of the burns on his left hand, he mainly uses his right. -Fears/Phobias: “I have an honest fear of wolves. I got attacked by one when I was just 10 years old. Luckily my father was nearby. He heard my screams and ran to help.. he averted the wolf’s attention from me and told me to run. I should have never ran. I ran all the way home and yelled for help. By the time we found my father and the wolf, it was too late. My father died trying to protect me. Since then, I’ve stayed away from the woods unless I’m on the clock surrounded by the other loggers.” Favorite Quote: “Can’t wrap your arms around a memory.”
:: Personal Photograph ::
: Appearance :
*Take a Picture, It Lasts Longer:
:: Personal Information ::
: Name :
*Full Birth-Given Name: “Um, Mina..” After a moment of silence, the reporter asks for her whole name, and Mina turns a bright red before replying, “Mina Anglo, sorry. That’s my full name.” Nickname: “My best friend used to call me ‘May’, because my initials are M.A. So I guess that could count.. my first name is already short as it is, so I never grew up with any other nickname than May. I’d prefer to go by Mina, though. Only Nina gets to call me ‘May’.” *District Relation in Name: “Mina's language of origin is Sanskrit and it is predominantly used in the Indian language. Meaning: 'fish'. My last name Anglo, I would only assume, is a play on the word Angler.”
: Gender :
What Makes Me ME: “I am a girl. I find it very offensive that you had to ask that as if you couldn’t guess.” What Defines Me: “Heterosexual. Besides, have you ever run into someone in the Districts who is OPENLY bisexual or homosexual? I think not.”
: Birth :
*What’s My Age, Again?: “I’ll be spending my 15th birthday inside the Games.” Date & Time of Birth: “You’ll know when my birthday is. As I said before, I’m gonna be spending it within the walls of the games.. far, far away from anyone I wish I could spend my last one, with.”
:: General Information ::
: Origin :
*District #: “I am from District 4.” *District Career: Fishing - “I have a job, sure. I’m the fish gutter. One of the workers in charge of cleaning out the fish that are brought in. Not difficult at all, honestly.. just really gross. Not many girls are too eager to do the job that I have, but some like me don’t really mind. I grew up with older brothers, so the things my brothers have put me through makes my job look like it’s a piece of cake!” *District Token: “I have this wooden bear necklace that my father made and gave to me. The first time he took me out fishing, we encountered a bear. Dad always said they were good luck and always called them ‘Nature’s Fisherman’.”
: Description :
*For Those Who Don’t Know Me: “It goes 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 upon meeting new people but can be super shy at times as well. 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, and will do whatever it takes to make it back home safe. I'm definitely different. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right, because truth of the matter is I'm complicated.” *-The 5 Do’s: 1.Compassionate 2.Considerate 3.Loyal 4.Trustworthy 5.Easy-Going *-The 5 Don’ts: 1.Self-Loathing 2.Quick to Judge, sometimes 3.Reclusive 4.Quiet - won’t speak up, or speak what’s on her mind 5.Over-Achiever - sometimes a bit too much effort put into things *For Those Who’ve Never Seen Me: “I’m roughly five foot five inches tall and weigh around one-hundred and twenty pounds. My skin is a light tan. My hair is a golden brown in the sunlight but during the nighttime hours, it’s quite dark, itself. My eyes match my hair, as well. I have a somewhat scrawny build, and have lean muscle on my arms and legs. I’m a runner. I love to run. My stamina is through the roof, so best of luck to you trying to catch me on foot on the arena.” *Whatever You’ve Heard About Me Is a Lie: “I had a decently boring life, growing up. There was nothing out of the ordinary in my life that would be interesting enough to talk about, honestly. My family and I live a very quiet, invisible life. We’re just a number, in the many lives that live in the districts. We do what’s expected of us and keep the peace, though I’ve heard whispers through my house of how the Rebellion had been a good thing, that the only thing stopping my parents from trying to continue that work was us kids. Of course I’d never say anything to anyone else.. only reason I’m telling you is because you aren’t going to tell anyone.” A moment of worry and regret rushes over her face as she adjusts herself in her seat and leans in slightly, whispering brokenly, “Y-You aren’t going to tell anyone, right?...”
: Relationships :
Furry Friends: “My cat Fly who I’ve had the last 3 years follows me everywhere. Especially when I go into work, she’ll stay right at my heels because she knows she can get some fish guts if she comes with me. Regardless if it’s me or one of the other workers, she gets what she wants, most of the time.”
*Partners In Crime: “I had one good friend, Nina and multiple ‘friends’ who I knew by just simply growing up in D4. Nina is my best friend. Our parents grew up together and our moms named us similarly, knowing we'd be just as close as our names are.” *Loved Ones Left Behind: “My momma, daddy, and three brothers, Nile, Ryvers and Laken. In the photo below, it’s (obviously) mom first.. the second photo, from left to right, is Laken, dad, Nile and then Ryvers.”
*Someone Special Back Home: “There was this boy that I had thought who loved me, but turns out his heart had been set on another girl.”
:: Other Information ::
: The Reaping :
*Volunteer or Natural: “I was naturally reaped.” Are the Odds In My Favor?: “The odds were never in my favor. As soon as your name is in that pot, you’re no longer safe. No matter how many times your name is written on one of those slips..” Her name was in the pot 5 times.
: Specialty & Threat Level :
*How Do You Use These?: “My dad used to take me fishing with him, and each time it was different. We would use something different to catch the fish each time. A few times, we used spears to catch our fish in the streams. He taught me how to throw them at targets, as well. I’m not very good at it, but I’m sure I can manage in the games if I just get my hands on a spear or trident.” *My Skills Pay the Bills: “I can tie any kind of knot you can think of. I’m pretty decent at scavenging for stuff.. mainly earthworms and different kinds of nuts and berries. Homemade fishing rod? No problem, for me! I also used to help my mom in her bakery, where I used to decorate cupcakes, cookies and full-size cakes. I’ve seen in past games where people have camouflaged themselves with mud and things.. I’m sure I could learn to do something like that if I took the time to practice!” Official/Personal Training: “I grew up with three brothers. I had to know how to fight and grapple to get out of their death locks. Of course I know it’s not gonna do me much good in the games to say I’ve fought my brothers before, but they treated me like another brother. They were rough on me, and I learned how to defend myself against them. I think that gives me some kind of advantage when it comes to close combat, stuff.” *You Have Nothing to Worry About: To be determined...
:: Additional Information ::
: Random Facts :
Blood Type: AB+ Dominant Hand: Left, but throws with her right. Fears/Phobias: “I have a fear of being.. abandoned, I guess. I don’t like being alone..” Favorite Quote: “Not all those who wander are lost.”
“Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.” ― Rosa Luxemburg
The Personal Details
|| FULL BIRTH-GIVEN NAME ||
"Kolton Favreau, at your service."
|| NICKNAME ||
"Kol. I've never really gone by any other nicknames.."
|| DISTRICT NAME RELATION ||
"First name's pretty obvious. As for my last name, it means 'blacksmith'.. which is what my family is known for. At least my father's side is."
|| PHYSICAL DEFINITION ||
"Open your eyes, you Capitol freak! I'm a guy."
|| SEXUAL ORIENTATION ||
"Strictly heterosexual."
|| YEARS SINCE BIRTH ||
"It's been seventeen long, miserable years here in 12."
|| THEME SONG ||
I'm Still Here by John Rzeznik They can't tell me who to be Cause I'm not what they see Yeah, the world is still sleeping While I keep on dreaming for me And their words are just whispers and lies That I'll never believe.
And I want a moment to be real Wanna touch things I don't feel We want to hold on and feel I belong And how can they say I'll never change They're the ones that stay the same I'm the one now Cause I'm still here
Kol stands at a sturdy 6'3" and weighs a light 165lbs with a nicely toned frame. Dark hair and even darker blue eyes to go with, which are really brought out by his lighter skin tone. Working in the mineshaft not only gave him the tone, but it also kept him from getting too much sun, as well. Kol manages to keep himself clean for the most part, except the days he works in the mines. When he isn't working in the mines, he cleans himself up and dresses as sharp as is possible in 12 when he helps his mother out in their family hospice.
|| BENEATH ALL THE CLOTHING AND DIRT ||
Kol has a single tattoo on his right arm. It's just two thick bands that wrap around his entire bicep. He says there's no real meaning behind it, he just liked the idea of it. He also has major burns that cover a majority of his right hand and under-side of the lower forearm from a housefire in his childhood.
|| DISTRICT NUMBER ||
"Proudly from District 12."
|| DISTRICT CAREER ||
"Officially a Coal miner, but I also help part-time as a sort of Medic."
|| DISTRICT TOKEN ||
"I've brought a necklace that my father gave me when I was young. It's a crystal jammed up inside of a bullet that he'd found, the crystal he found down in the mines and didn't show to his supervisor. He kept it till he found a use for it.. he decided to give it to me on my 10th birthday. I've had it ever since."
The Important Details
|| FAMILY MEMBERS ||
"Got a small family. Grandparents both died a couple years back. First grandma, then grandpa the week following." → Beckett Favreau ✦ 42-years-old ✦ Father → Devilline Favreau ✦ 37-years-old ✦ Mother → Geordon "Geordie" Favreau ✦ 15-years-old ✦ Brother
|| FURRY FAMILY ||
"Timber Wolves I saved when they were pups. Once they got too big to stay indoors, I set them free in the forest and trained them to hunt for themselves. I still go into the woods every now and again to visit them, but for the most part, we each leave each other to our own lives. Roan being the lonely bachelor, and Shadow now having pups of her own deeper in the forest than I like to travel. They're good pups. They'll always be mine." Roan & Shadow
|| PARTNER IN CRIME ||
"Well, not exactly a partner.. more like me rescuing him from the crimes he gets into. My younger brother. He's 15. I've taken beatings from the PK's so he didn't have to. Family means everything to me. As far as good friends go, Silver is about as good as they come. She and I have been close since we were younglings."
|| SOMEONE SPECIAL BACK HOME ||
"Not exactly, no."
The Hidden-Beneath-The-Surface Details
|| WHAT DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WITH THESE? ||
"I mean, I can swing a pickaxe pretty well, hoist heavy objects to and fro.. Don't exactly have an advantage in weapons training like the Career Districts do."
|| SKILLS MY FATHER SEEMS TO THINK I LACK ||
"I can doctor up any wound. Not really much else that I can do, besides being able to to start a fire and am able to cook just about anything and make it taste at least tolerable, haha."
|| BLOOD TYPE ||
AB+
|| DOMINANT HAND ||
"I can utilize both hands, but I'm more dominant with my left. As I said, though, I'm ambidextrous."
The Known Details
|| "MAY THE ODDS BE EVER IN YOUR FAVOR" ||
"No, no. Don't say that shit. The odds are never in our favor, even if we don't take tessera from the Keepers.. the games are rigged. I'd bet my life on it. And hey, maybe I won't have to if I'm as worthless as my father believes me to be."
|| WHAT HAPPENED..? ||
"I was naturally reaped. I mean, how couldn't have I been? My name was in the pot 53 times."
|| FEARS / PHOBIAS ||
→ Pyrophobia - Fear of fire - More so on a larger scale than a simple campfire or stove-top fire. Implanted after childhood housefire. → Taphophobia - Fear of being buried alive - Ironically so, being a miner → Atychiphobia- Fear of failure - Something my dad has kind of → Merinthophobia- Fear of being bound or tied up - Honestly don't know how I got this one, but I found out when a Peace Keeper put handcuffs on me, once. → Paralipophobia- Fear of neglecting duty or responsibility
When you can tell your story and it doesn't make you cry, you know you have healed.
Character Summary
Name: Taylor Ryan Evers Aliases: Evers, Tre, Tiger Lily Age: 21 years and counting Birthday: October 7th Ethnicity: Caucasian/Black mix Red Lake Native: Not so much Birth Place: Chicago, Illinois Place of Residency: 098 Aspen Lane Gender: Female Education: High School Graduate; Some College Occupation: Chef at B&B [Part-Time}; Ranchhand {Part-Time}; Photographer {Self-Employed} Languages: English {fluent}; French {intermediate}; Spanish {conversational}
Appearance
Height: 5'7" Weight: 142lbs Body Type: Mesomorph Eye Color: Amber Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Warm, Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:Edgar Allen Poe's 'Nevermore' on the back of my right shoulder, Black native Stallion on my right shoulder, and a Celtic design on my chest. As for piercings, I tend to just stay away from them. I can't exactly wear a 'typical girl's' jewelry. I don't own any scars. Personal Style: Can't pinpoint something that's so ever evolving. Sigh. I don't really have one set style, it kind of just happens with whatever mood I'm in that day. Though I'd have to say I'm most comfortable in a hoodie, jeans, and converse or boots with my wavy curls down, sometimes with a beanie to complete the typical 'hipster' look. No, it's not intentional. No, I'm not an actual 'hipster'. You'll never find me without my necklace and ring, both sorts of gifts from my mother. The necklace luckily not true silver, she gifted me for my 13th birthday, the ring I obtained after she died. It was the one thing of hers that I wanted for myself.
Psychology
Observant * Impulsive * Reliable * Stubborn
Sexuality: Bi-sexual, prefers men Relationship Status: Single Personality: I guess you could say I'm your typical loner. Kind of a rebel, as well, honestly. Not the hard-core types, but one all the same. I care deeply and love purely. Throughout the years of hardships I've faced, I manage to keep a soft spirit and a kind heart. I'm a fighter. I stand up for what's right in the world. Not much that's right about it, now, but... I don't get intimidated by anyone. The only person alive to successfully ruffle my feathers, or..rather, my fur... is my father. That's a deep-rooted issue that will never resolve itself, though. I'm stubborn, hard-headed, strong-willed.. whatever you may call it. All of the above, I guess. I don't give up easily, that's for sure. I doubt you'll find another girl quite like me. Habits: Smokes cannabis {once every night before bed, and occasionally a second time at any point in the day}, brushes teeth and showers daily, swears like no tomorrow, holds onto her necklace when she's in deep thought, ends her night with reading a good book out on her porch before bed, bounces her leg when impatient or deep in thought while sitting, she'll purposely keep a handful of excess change in her pocket incase she happen to run into a homeless person so she may give it to them, etc. Hobbies: Photography, Writing, Reading, Hiking, Paintballing, Shooting, Archery, Bareback & Western Horseback, Camping, Gym, Dance, Cooking, Sewing, People Watching, etc. Fears:
Tragedy happening to remaining family
Turning someone, like the way she was infected by her cousin
Having kids, potentially passing on the gene
Likes:
Music both listening to it and making it
Reading
Socializing in small doses
Helping others
Staying busy on her feet
Traveling
Netflix
Online Gaming {PC}
The Great Outdoors
Photographing nature
Dislikes:
Judgemental people
Full moons
Being center of anyone's attention
Drinking // People who drink {doesn't mind social drinkers, just can't stand drunks}
Getting too close to people
Two specific 'times of the month'
Skills
General Skills:
Culinary {intermediate}
Flaying {Hunting purposes}
Computer Hacking {intermediate}
Photography {advanced}
Housekeeping
Mechanics // Car Repair {basic}
First Aid {basic}
Combat Skills:
Archery {intermediate/advanced}
Forbearance
Stalking // Hunting
Snipers {intermediate/advanced}
What Do They Carry On Them:
Clothing > Casual Outfit ; Grey hoodie, slightly faded blue jeans with black and white converse > B&B Uniform ; Maroon Chef's shirt with black slacks and non-slip leather Converse look-alike shoes > Ranchhand Attire ; Flannel shirt, plain tanktop undershirt, blue jeans and work boots
Life Before Red Lake I lived in Chicago, Illinois for the better part of 20 years with my family. I never knew what it was like to live in a home with both parents around. My parents separated before I hit 2 years of age, and kept quite a hostile relationship over the years. By the age of 8, I'd realized the kind of damage that broken-from-the-start relationship was having on my mother even though they no longer shared a love for one another. My mother was a waitress and a bartender, and when she'd come home from her bar job she'd nearly pass out as soon as she got through the door at night. Simple social drinking was never enough to kill the pain I wasn't aware she was facing at that time, so she would indulge in large quantities of the harder liquors. By the time I turned 12, she was on her deathbed. Liver failure and such were taking her, and shortly before I'd turned 13 she passed away.
It wasn't long after that I was sent off to live with my father, who was already starting a family of his own. A wife, two young step children and a newborn son of his own. Spent the majority of the next year and a half being their own personal Cinderella. Once I made it to 8th-grade graduation, my grandmother {mom's mom} took me in and raised me on her own. I completed my high school career under her care, got a job and went out for my permit as soon as I could {age 16} and started saving up as much as I could to get out of Chicago. When I was 17, my favorite cousin Charlie was going through a rough time. He seemed to be unhinged and simply just not himself. It worried me, and one night I'd decided to go over to his place with a little surprise joint for him. To my unknown displeasure, it was his first full moon and he wasn't exactly aware of what was really wrong with him. In his mind, he was sick. With what, he was completely unaware. That night while I went to check on him, he managed to scratch me.. which in turn infected me.
I spent my first full moon in Thatcher Woods, away from society. I was lucky enough to know what was wrong with me, and knew what would happen. I didn't want to repeat what my cousin had done to me, so I spent my first 2 years in my other form roaming the different woods of Illinois. Every other month I'd drive out to a different one to test it out, see which I'd like better. At the age of 20, after several odds and ends jobs, I finally had enough to move away.
Enter Red Lake. Shortly after my 20th birthday, I'd moved into the area and quickly picked up a job at the B&B as a maid as well as finally started my first semester of college at Le Cordon Bleu in Pittsburg. After a year or so there, I went out for the chef position at the B&B, to which I landed and started immediately. Been doing that gig ever since. Not long after, I saw an advertisement for the position at the ranch. What I make at the B&B along with my Photography side work I was already making enough to keep me at a comfortable place, but figured I could get it for some extra cash as well as the exercise the job would give me. The extra pent up energy from being what I am, it helps immensely.
Life in Red Lake:
Thoughts On Riley Walker: Riley is a co-worker of mine. She's real nice, never has a problem with anyone.. always shows for her shifts on-time. When she didn't show up for work the day she'd gone missing, I knew something was wrong. I overheard her parent's concerns while in the break room. I'm sure not long after they'd gotten off from work they went to file the report, but it didn't surface to the public until the following day. With the brutal murder of the mayor so fresh in everyone's mind, it wasn't long before the term 'serial killer' was being tossed around. I just hope Riley is okay, and the whispers aren't true.
Thoughts On The Murder: It was brutal. And the writing in blood? We have a definite psychopath on our hands. The way his body was mutilated, though.. it doesn't appear human. However, unless the rabid Monte Python-status killer bunny made the mayor write in his own blood before finishing him off, there's something else at work here.
Additional Information
Theme Song:I'm Still Here by John Reznik Deviances: I'm a werewolf Extra Information: Shiver series by Maggie Stiefvater's Samuel Roth and Cole St. Clair ; Nallore//Infamous Auror 1x1 :) {Decided to not be typical and choose a Harry Potter character.. but for what it's worth... Remus is my main were<3}
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.
Declan Tanner O'Connor
-|| 2.0 ||- Transformation isn't five minutes from now; it's a present activity. In this moment you can make a different choice, and it's these small choices and successes that build up over time to help cultivate a healthy self-image and self-esteem.
Character Summary
Name: Declan Tanner O'Connor Aliases: Declan, Dec, Dick, "Teen Wolf" {though I look nothing like Michael J. Fox haha} Age: 18 years of age Birthday: January 17th Ethnicity: Caucasian Red Lake Native: Yes Birth Place: Red Lake, Pennsylvania Place of Residency: 098 Aspen Road Gender: Male Education: High School Senior Occupation: Currently just attending school Languages: English {fluent}; Spanish {intermediate}; French {conversational}; ASL {practicing/conversational}
Appearance
Height: 6'1" Weight: 187lbs Body Type: Athletic Eye Color: Grey Hair Color: Dark Brown Skin Tone: Tan Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: I have scarring all over my back, as well as my right forearm from the attack from the werewolf that infected me. Here's the picture proof of what I endured that night. 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 Personal Style: Tends to wear his sports pants with a crew neck t-shirt or a baseball shirt, or a hoodie/jacket and jeans. Occasionally wears shorts, but not too often. He has a watch that he wears unless he knows he's going to be around water, because it's not waterproof. A ring that his girlfriend Jenna gave them on their first month together, he wears it on a necklace and hasn't taken it off since it was gifted to him.
Psychology
Charming * Outspoken * Protective * Quarrelsome
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Taken by my long-distance girlfriend, Jenna. She's unaware of what I am. Personality: Declan is one of those guys who takes pride in what/who he is, but also has a lot of self-doubts that clouds his judgment most times. Sometimes even keeping him from trying new things due to fear of failing such things. Declan has a love for his friends that never dies, even if something between himself and the other party stops being friends. He's lost too many friends and family in the past years to not be as protective as he is. He comes off kind of boorish and rude to new people, but a jokester with his friends. The way he talks is kind of flirty, which is both intentional as well as unintentional, he remains respectful of his current relationship and refrains from crossing the boundaries of it. You wouldn't know it by just looking at him, but he's a major geek.. he loves {to name a few} Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Underworld, etc. Kind of a fanboy, but he keeps that to himself, his cousin and close friends. Habits: Drinks large amounts of coffee when stressed, drinks alcohol {keeps it from his cousin, Taylor}, has a hard time holding eye contact, occasionally eats too fast {sometimes not even chewing}, self-criticizes on a daily basis {tends to avoid mirrors because of this}, picking fights with people {usually has a good reason, though}, drinking from the milk carton, sometimes forgets to shave and cut his hair so it becomes quite shaggy and rough, grinds teeth when upset/p.o. Hobbies: Baseball, lacrosse, hiking, rock climbing, running, playing video games, journaling, etc. Fears:
Heights {minor, overcoming it with rock climbing}
Failure
Turning someone else
Silver
Thunder
.. uhh, fleas? Haha, just kidding.
Likes:
Sports {Baseball & Lacrosse, mostly}
Running/Working out
Spontaneous adventures with friends
Camping
Horror movies
Anime
Music {Rap, Hip-Hop & Country mainly}
Online Gaming {console}
Shooting at the range
Full moons
Being in wolf form
Dislikes:
The Change
Loud, obnoxious people
Step family
Quiet/Awkward moments
The distance between Jenna and him
High places
Skills
General Skills:
Mechanics // Car repair {intermediate}
Culinary {basic}
Riding bikes {motorized & not}
Problem solving {and causing}
Werewolf Lore
Extremely fast reflexes
Combat Skills:
Wolf form
Knives
Agility
Endurance
What Do They Carry On Them:
Clothing - > Casual setting > School setting - 1.0, 2.0 {without beanie}, & 3.0 -> Dark sports pants, plain white t-shirt {crew neck}, light grey Vans shoes, snapback hat
Wallet - Self-made from old, original baseball glove > School I.D. > Government I.D. > $50 {American Dollar} > Picture of Jenna
Life In Red Lake: Life in Red Lake has been quiet, for the most part. And pretty normal, honestly. It was normal for me up until I hit my teenage years. The year I turned 13, I also turned into something much more troubling than a teenager. I was infected by a werewolf. The night when I was attacked is honestly still quite a blur to me. I can't remember much detail to save my life.. all I can remember is that a few friends of mine and I had been wandering the woods just outside of town when I got plowed over by some great furry beast {later I'd figure out just what it was}. It tore at me with such furousity that I could have sworn I was going to die right then and there. My friends at the time stood there watching in horror for what seemed like forever before they finally came out of their daze and chased it back into the darkness it sprung from.
It wasn't long before the symptoms hit me. A few days, maybe? It was like the flu, but a thousand times worse; honestly felt like I was dying. The closer the full moon came, the heavier the sickness came on. My cousin Taylor flew in to see me that summer, and while I was going through the transition she took care of me while my parents were away at work. The night of the full moon, neither of us expected what had happened. It was pretty early into the night when I began to feel the pain as my body began shifting into another form. Taylor panicked and went to call 911, but before she could get a word in with the operator, she was staring into the eyes of a wolf who stared right back at her. She told me she tried to run out of the house, but that's when I chased after her and bit her in the ankle. My first change, I infected someone. Not just any someone, but family.
Ever since that first night, Taylor and I have stayed in very close contact with one another. Sharing things we find out along the way about our "new selves", how to make certain things easier and whatnot. Now that Taylor has been living in the area for the last two years, roughly, it's been a hell of a lot easier dealing with everything. My parents don't know about my secret, and I plan to keep it that way. The less they know, the better, in my opinion. For now, I just attend school but I'll go out to look for a job, most likely soon. Get a handle on this Senior Year first before I try attempting to get a job. It's been hard enough balancing going to school, sports and exercising the beast within me.
Thoughts On Riley Walker: Riley was real nice. I wouldn't quite say she was a friend of mine, but we were friendly enough to wave and smile to one another when we'd pass by on the streets. Occasionally stop to say hi and ask how the other was doing. Simple things. I don't see Riley as a run-away type, so I'd have to say with the recent murder that took place, she is potentially another victim to the killer on the loose. I hope they find her before something happens to her. It'd be a shame to lose a smile like that in our community.
Thoughts On The Murder: Honestly? The guy was a total douche. I tend to stay away from any kind of politics, especially that of our own town. I don't feel any kind of sympathy for the guy's death, but I will say.. the scene was unbelievably brutal. Even for a guy as big of an asshole as he was, he didn't deserve to die that way. The way the body was torn, it didn't appear to be human. Has me wondering if maybe the wolf who turned me all those years ago has something to do with this, or if something bigger is on the line, here.
Additional Information
Theme Song:7 Years by Lucas Graham Deviances: I change into a beast every full moon. Been that way for just over 4 years, now. I'm also on the Lacrosse and Baseball team at my high school. Extra Information:Peter from Hemlock Grove ; Arrowsmith High School{I'm 'A Tattooed Girl'. It was my first/old account before I switched to this one} I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.
Samantha Maxine Wildes
Character Quote: We do not bow or bend our knees to our Gods, instead we open our arms embracing Them. We do not beg them to do things for us, we ask to be empowered and to assist us, so that we may do those things ourselves.
Character Summary
Name: Samantha Maxine Wildes Aliases: Sam, Max, Mad Max. Old name was Maxine Raelynn Bordeaux. Age: 24-years-old. Least that's what I tell people. Birthday: February 1st, 1912 Ethnicity: French-Canadian Red Lake Native: No Birth Place: Ucluelet, Canada Place of Residency: Gender: Female Education: Several years of college Occupation: Line Cook at the Cafe, Occasionally a Waitress (if needed) Languages: French { Primary } ; English { Secondary, fluent }
Sexuality: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Personality: It's very rare to catch Samantha in a bad mood. She's usually very chipper, but she doesn't always show it in her face. Most times she wears a neurtal expression on her face. Not many things bother Sam, at least she tries not to let it. She's a very sarcastic being, as well. She tends to come off as kind of a bitch, but she's actually very nice if you get the chance to know her for who she really is. She's one of those friends who, if she insults you on a daily basis, she loves you. Habits: Drinking herbal tea, biting her nails when anxious or bored, playing with her hair, drinking, talking to herself, hums and sings to herself, bites her pen absentmindedly (she carries her own pen everywhere she goes for this exact reason, so she doesn't end up biting some random pen's cap that she doesn't know who's handled it, haha), staying up late, usually skips breakfast, lets fear stop her from trying new things, quite argumentative, etc. Hobbies: Sam doesn't really have any hobbies. She mostly keeps to herself, honestly. The only notible thing that she does is go to the lake or some secluded place in the woods with some herbal tea in a thermal mug and a book, and go read to escape the life she leads. Fears:
Iron
Losing her Magic
Something happening to Jesse
Likes:
Walks under the moon
Cats
Reading over her mother's grimoire
Practicing new magic
Reading books, mainly fantasy fiction
The quieter hours of the day
Listening to music
Dislikes:
The bad things she has had to do
Dark magic
Arrogance
Most men and the majority of women
The thought of raising Samhain
Skills
General Skills:
Witch Lore
Were Lore
Demon Lore
Cooking & Brewing
Can make animals do what she wants (her personal power, being a Natural-born witch)
Many CDs, mainly pop punk, alternative rock. some R&B, and.....some Jonas Brothers :o
Karaoke machine
Bow, arrows and targets for them
Horse saddle that was her moms
History
Life Before Red Lake I'm not really 'sposed to talk about my past. My grandmother forbids it.. but what I can tell you is that we started out in Canada. I was born there, and learned very early that the life of a natural witch was not..... natural. Wasn't normal. Both my mother and I are natural witches. My grandmother, however, sold her soul to the Devil to become one. We moved around a lot in Canada... we didn't tend to stay in one place for too long. It wasn't up until recently, within this last year that things went suddenly downhill. Rumors of hunters in the area sprang up and we did what everyone else was doing when they heard the news. We ran. To throw the scent off of our trail, my grandmother forced us to change bodies. I refused, but again, my grams forced it upon us. I told her I'd rather die, but eventually we compromised and she found me a girl who was already dying anyway. I still didn't like the idea, but it was better than taking someone's whole life from them. We ran to the States and changed our names. I kept my birth-given first name as my current middle name, but changed the rest. To further keep our cover, we decided to split up as well. Mom was killed by a hunter just a few months ago, so grams and I are staying the furthest we can away and laying as low as possible. So far, right now, I'm on my own for the first time in 30 years. Life In Red Lake: I've only just arrived. Thoughts On Riley Walker: I don't know who that is.. I just barely moved here. Thoughts On The Murder: Umm.. what murder, exactly?
(Click above picture to see wolf form) Face Claim: Dylan O'Brien
Hunting forces a person to endure, to master themselves, even to truly get to know the wild environment.
Character Summary
Name: Tyler James Cameron Aliases: Ty, TJ, James, Cameron, Cam Age: 25-years-old Birthday: February 21st Ethnicity: Caucasian Red Lake Native: No. Birth Place: San Diego, California Place of Residency: None. Sleeps in truck. Gender: Male Education: High School Graduate Occupation: On the books? Wildlife Damage Control Operator. Off the books..? Well, I'm what some would call a hunter. I specialize in the things that go bump in the night. I was recruited through the a private sector shortly after I completed basic training for the Navy SEALS. Languages: "Never needed any other language other than English. I am however learning ASL. Or, rather I was. My son who was killed a few years ago was deaf. I only tried learning it for him."
Appearance
Height: 5'11" Weight: 175lbs Body Type: Athletic, Thick with muscle Eye Color: Dark Blue-Grey Hair Color: Black Skin Tone: Tanned Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Tattoos - 1) Navy SEAL crest on my right shoulder ; 2) My son's print inside of my wife's on the left side of my chest ; 3) Clipped wings on the back of my shoulders ; 4) Catwings. A book my son loved. It's on my right wrist. Scars - Just facial scarring. Personal Style: Black crew neck t-shirts, blue or black jeans with a black leather belt and black shoes.
Psychology
Observant * Reserved * Patient * Hard-Headed
Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Widower. Personality: Tyler tends to be quite reserved. He sticks to himself for the most part and doesn't tend to make relations with anyone unless it's absolutely critical to his mission. He learned about getting too close to people a while back. In his field of work, he can't afford to. As much as he likes to think he doesn't have any weaknesses, but he does. Women and children, mostly. Deep down under his tough exterior, Tyler has a soft side to him. It rarely ever shows. Habits: Observes people, makes sure to make eye contact with everyone he passes by, studies people's behavior.. drinks water with Wolfsbane in it to weaken himself, then locks himself in the backseat of his truck. He's trained Dak to open it from up front. Hobbies: Doesn't really have any, anymore. In a sense, his job is his hobby. Fears:
Being killed before he feels he's done enough
Hurting any children in the process of completing his job
Likes:
A clean kill
Country & rock music
Guns
Tattoos
Children
Action & horror movies
Dislikes:
Obnoxious / Disrespectful people, young and old
Supernatural...anything!
Abuse
Know-it-alls
The government
Skills
General Skills:
Outdoor survival
Cooking
Fast reflexes
Problem solving
Mechanics
Lock-picking
Hotwiring cars
Combat Skills:
Hand-to-hand
Wolf Form
Snipers
Stealth
What Do They Carry On Them:
Clothing > Crewneck t-shhirt > Shoes > Boxer briefs > Jeans Wallet > Government I.D. > Military I.D. > WDCO Badge > $150 { American dollar }
Dan Wesson Specialist handgun
2 extra mags
Truck keys
Cellphone
Possessions at 'Home':
My 'Battle Buddy', Dak. { breed: Dutch Shepherd } (He's always wearing his vest when they go walking out in public)
Police scanner
Laptop
Binoculars
Walkie-talkie
Portable cooler for cold food items
Pillow
2 blankets { one for Tyler, one for Dak }
Muzzles
Reinforced steel dog kennel... no, it's not for Dak, if you were wondering.
Life Before Red Lake: "I lived in San Diego my whole life. Met my wife there, and started our family of three before we even made it out of high school. I was 17 at the time, she was 16. We made it work, and we were happy. Once I completed high school, I spent the 6 months afterward fighting with myself on whether I should go into the military or not. I finally decided on going, after all, having to leave my wife and son behind. While I was away in Basic Training, they were involved in a hit-and-run. Neither of them survived. My wife stayed alive only long enough to get pulled from the wreckage and loaded up into the ambulance. On the drive to the hospital, she passed away. Her injuries were too severe.
After I received the news, I temporarily dropped off the face of the earth. My drill sergeant brought me back after having a talk with me. It's funny, these hardass guys you wouldn't think had a heart with the way they talk to ya'. He really opened my eyes that night of our talk. I devoted myself wholeheartedly to the military. I was top of the class. It wasn't long after I graduated from Basic that I was approached by a man with a proposition. After that, I became one of America's most lethal hunters. An assassin, of sorts. While out on a mission, I happened to be clawed-up by a target in question. Hence the facial scarring I have. Instead of disposing of me, my 'handlers' decided to use me and all of my... deviances.. to their own advantages. As long as I keep myself in check and don't go AWOL, they have no issues with me and let me go about my business. And I do so.
Was informed of my newest assignment just last week. I have been making my trek across the country since the moment I disconnected the call with my handler. My last mission was in Oregan.
Life in Red Lake: I've only just arrived. I'm looking forward to seeing what comes of this mission.
Thoughts On Riley Walker: Don't know the girl, don't really care. It's tragic she's gone missing. I doubt she's alive, with what details my handler has gathered.
Thoughts On The Murder: Brutal. Just something that comes with my line of work. Death doesnt affect me in any way. Not sure how 'normal' people react to it, but I couldn't care less.
Name: Benjamin Damon Grisham Aliases: Ben, Benny, Damon, Grisham Age: 27-years-old Birthday: October 7th Ethnicity: Caucasian/Scandonavian Red Lake Native: Originally, yes. Haven't lived in Red Lake for quite some time, now. Birth Place: Red Lake, Pennsylvania Place of Residency:096 Juneau Rd Gender: Male Education: High School Graduate ; 2 years of college Occupation: Combat Medic Specialist in Army { currently IRR } ; Nurse { Main job } ; Gas Station Attendent { Part-time } Languages: English { fluent } ; French { fluent } ; Italian { fluent } ; Mandarin { conversational } ; ASL { fluent }
Appearance
Height: 6'4" Weight: 168lbs Body Type: Thin, Lanky Eye Color: Blue-Green Hair Color: Dark/Light Brown, depending on lighting Skin Tone: Pale Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: I have three very simple tattoos. 1. 2. 3. The first two are just for me, the third is for my father, who died shortly following my sister's birth just a few years after me. Personal Style: Casual clothes consist of dark crewnecks, jeans and vans-like shoes. He'll wear a crewneck and some cargo shorts when he goes out for a run with the dogs at night. As for nights out, he will sometimes dress in a suit or just his casual clothing but add a blazer and some nice dress shoes ontop of it.
Psychology
Confident * Sarcastic * Observant * Boorish
Sexuality: Whatever floats your goat. Relationship Status: Single as a pringle and always ready to mingle Personality: There's two different sides to Ben. Some might say he suffers from a dual-personality. One minute he's very calm, friendly and sarcastic (in a good way); the next he's cold, distant and has a dark sense of humor. The better side of him would prefer to stay away from feeding on people, but when he becomes his 'other half', he tends to look past it. Benjamin sticks to a few beers most nights, but when the bourbon comes out, so does the side of him that he hates most. He's a people pleaser. Wants to help as many as he can, and tends to beat himself up when he can't, even if there's no possible way of doing so. He's very hard on himself. Part of that stemming from his childhood, how his father used to be just as harsh on him. Habits: Avoids eye contact with unfamiliar people, smokes cigarettes especially when high on emotions or just after a 'feed', has to have a clean room/house, when he's out and about at night he tends to pick up trash/recyclables and put them where they rightfully belong, reads the newspaper, etc. Hobbies: Going on night hikes with his two dogs, painting, sketching, reading, playing piano, hiking, walking around the lake, etc. Fears:
Being found out for a vampire
the sun
looking in the mirror
Likes:
Walks around the lake
Time with his dogs
Sketching/Painting
Reading
Smoking cigs, especially after a drunken feeding
Playing air drums
Making people smile/laugh
A good ol' fashion fist fight
Drinking bourbon
Hunting
Being surrounded by good people
Breaking Bad
Sons of Anarchy
Supernatural
Big Bang Theory
Rock music
Rainstorms
People watching
Feeding on blood bags and small animals
Dislikes:
Feeding on living humans.. when sober
Disrespectful people
Cats
Cold weather
Weekends, because they're the worst at the hospital, especially Fridays
Ugg boots
Rap music
People who play (head) games
Warm beer
Dishonesty
Skills
General Skills:
Medical {intermediate}
Culinary {basic household cooking}
Communication
Teamwork
Willing to add to knowledge base and skills
Work Ethic
Time Management
Adaptability
Combat Skills:
Hand-to-hand
Handguns
Lethal Bite
Endurance
What Do They Carry On Them:
Clothing > Crewneck t-shhirt > Shoes > Boxer briefs > Jeans Wallet > Picture of his sister and him > Picture of his daughter and him {7 year old picture} > Government I.D. > Military I.D. > $200 { American dollar }
Life Before Red Lake: There was never any "before", but before this time that I came back, I left to New York with my family. We moved there just before I turned 7, and that's where we lived until I became of age. Once I hit that mark, I left my family and went off to join the army. I stayed in service for 8 years. I was turned by a 'night-stalker' while I was deployed in Iraq. I would have signed on for another 4 years with the Army had it not been for getting turned. It's been almost 2 years since it happened. I haven't seen the light of day, since. I decided it was time to come back home. It took me a bit to find some form of work, but eventually, I went into the only field I thought I could thrive in. Medical. Been a nurse ever since. Being a vampire isn't easy, especially in this small of a town, but honestly, I had nowhere else to go but back home. I couldn't go back to New York. I couldn't risk endangering my sister or mother.
Life in Red Lake: I've only been back for a few weeks. Didn't start showing my face around town till a few days before the disappearance happened. The cops were a bit suspicious of me afterwards.. It's only been until now that they've slowly started to back off. We'll see how this goes, from here.
Thoughts On Riley Walker: Haven't been back in the area long, but I've been gone longer than she was alive. Even with that, I heard quite a bit about her while staying at the B&B. She sounds like a good kid. Hope she turns up.
Thoughts On The Murder: I knew the victim's family well. Grew up spending quite a bit of time with them, both our parents were friends. Didn't really care much for the guy cause he was a major dick, but I do feel for his family.
Additional Information
Theme Song:Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas // Monster by Meg and Dia Deviances: I'm forever cursed. A vampire. Extra Information: Bronwyn, Devon, Callum and Chase from 'Raised by Wolves' ; Wolves of Mercy Falls { I am [@A Tattooed Girl]. It's my old account. If you need the proof, I can log into it at any time! }
I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.
An infamous unscripted professional wrestling incident that occurred on November 9, 1997, at the Survivor Series pay-per-view produced by the World Wrestling Federation (WWF, now WWE) in Montreal. During the WWF Championship match between Shawn Michaels and champion Bret "the Hitman" Hart, WWF owner Vince McMahon and select WWF employees covertly manipulated the predetermined outcome of the match in favor of Michaels; the screwjob occurred without Hart's knowledge, causing him to lose the championship.
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