Post by Katy on Aug 19, 2017 14:34:33 GMT -8
[Take me down to the river bend
Take me down to the fighting end
Wash the poison from off my skin
Show me how to be whole again]
I can hold my breath
I can bite my tongue
I can stay awake for days
If that's what you want
Be your number one
name :: devon reese swift
nickname :: dev, reese
age :: 19 years old
looks like :: 20 years old
race :: human
sub-race :: hunter
strength :: 1
speed :: 4
agility :: 4
endurance :: 2
stealth :: 4
I can turn it on
Be a good machine
I can hold the weight of worlds
If that's what you need
Be your everything
Be a good machine
I can hold the weight of worlds
If that's what you need
Be your everything
hair :: brown
eyes :: purple
skin :: pale
scars :: tons
birthmarks :: lower back
tattoos :: on back
height :: 6'1"
Weight :: 150lbs
clothing style :: some sort of jacket with a hood, plain colored t-shirt, and jeans - always wears a small heart shaped locket around his neck
weaponry :: throwing knives (entire deck), handgun
play by :: n/a
looks ::
Devon was born about as plain as they come. Brown hair, brown eyes. Nothing special. No magic, no weird birth mark; just some plain old dark splash on his lower back. Growing up, he was told he was handsome. A sharp jawline to die for. Cheekbones for miles. Well defined muscles that required little maintenance on a lean frame. He seemed unable to gain any fat. He never seemed to get tan either.
Now-a-days, he still has those features. Plain as poop hair, but his eyes changed due to an event as a child. Something about vampire poison or blood, his eyes, and what the doctors did to save his sight. They are now a brilliant violet color. His body is covered in scars, self inflicted and from fights. A tattoo of a Chinese dragon crawling on his back filled up the blank space, hiding that plain dark spot on his lower back.
But I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I'm only human
And I crash and I break down
Your words in my head, knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart
'Cause I'm only human
And I bleed when I fall down
I'm only human
And I crash and I break down
Your words in my head, knives in my heart
You build me up and then I fall apart
'Cause I'm only human
mother :: esmelda swift
father :: henry swift
siblings :: christina swift, laura francis, and micheal swift
living relatives :: none
significant other :: n/a
crush :: n/a
animal companion :: Tiger - 2 weeks - blackfooted cat
history ::
Devon was the youngest of four kids. He was only 9 years old when his family was massacred by a vampire coven. The oldest sibling, Laura, was marrying her childhood lover. They were just turning 20 years old around the time of the ceremony.
The amount of people attending must have attracted them. The coven swooped in right as the vows were being said.
The screaming and blood traumatized young Devon as he hid behind the alter in his little blood-soaked ring bearer outfit.
The reason the coven must've left the child alone was maybe because they were full of his family and the attendants of the wedding. Who knows the real reason they left him as the lone survivor, all that matters is that he was found by a group of hunters that had been hunting that coven. They cleaned the child up. Poison from the fang of a vampire had found its way into his eyes. To save his vision, the hunters found a healer to treat him. The chemical mixture somehow changed his eye color to violet but saved his vision, if not made it better.
Growing up in the hunter group, Devon never fully recovered from the massacre they saved him from. They'd find him curled up in a corner, occasionally with bleeding wrists. Sometimes he would wake them up with his panicked screams. He never accepted the group as people he could fully trust or get close to. They taught him their ways and how to survive, then he left to find his own revenge and life. He now wanders, accepting work as a mercenary. Never stopping long enough to get attached to anyone or any place.
I can fake a smile
I can force a laugh
I can dance and play the part
If that's what you ask
Give you all I am
I can force a laugh
I can dance and play the part
If that's what you ask
Give you all I am
love :: hunting, running, weapons
likes :: wilderness, animals, silence, fighting
hate :: people, loud noises, vampires
dislikes :: crowded places, feelings, touch, concern
fears :: getting close to someone and losing them, insects, dying alone
goals :: avenging his family, going out with a fight, keeping people at a distance
personality ::
Devon is a hard person to like. He keeps everyone at an arms distance and never trusts someone no farther as he could throw them. Because of his antisocial behavior, he is seen as heartless because he could be your ally one moment then he would kill you in your sleep the next. He never seems to regret a single kill. He knows how good his skills are therefore he is cocky and looks down on pretty much everyone. It's also a great way to keep people at bay.
If anyone ever got close enough to him, he is actually a sweet and caring person. He might be a little over protective, but that's a little understandable. He might be on the quiet side, but he is straight to the point. He doesn't see the reason to beat around the bush which makes him brash and not very subtle on bad news.