Post by DEVON BLAKE WEST on Mar 15, 2009 16:51:55 GMT -5
Devon Blake West
[/color]You're so angelic. Your words so symphonic.
Touch your lips to my soul, eat this sorrow away[/center]
BRACE MYSELF FOR RAZOR BLADES[/color]
EVERYTHING WITH MEANING IS SHATTERED
FULL NAME: Devon Blake West
NICKNAMES: dev, devvie, blake, miss west
SEX: female!
AGE: 18
GRADE: Senior!
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: possibly bi-curious
ETHNICITY: Brazilian, bit of French
THIS DAY WILL DIE TONIGHT[/color]
AND THERE AIN'T NO EXCEPTION
FACE CLAIM: Adriana Lima
HAIR: Brown, with lighter brown high lights
EYES: Silver- green. They are mostly seen green
HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'5" 125lbs
BODY TYPE: petite
DISTINGUISHING FEATURES:She has a scar on her waist, on the right side from falling out of a tree. And she has a birthmard on her left hand in the shape of a deformed star.
TRICK WITH A DOUBLE TONGUE[/color]
BUT THE ONLY FOOL HERE'S ME
LIKES:her mother, the handsome runaway, smart kids, learning things, europe, brazil, colorado, eeyore, bunnies, birds, blue, converse, heels, jeans, skirts, black, hoodies that aren't hers, caprisuns, reading, beef jerky, shakespeare, adventure
DISLIKES:yellow, her feet, flip flops, people who can't dress themselves right, perverts, random people who hit on her, her dad, thinking too much about her mother, huge head phones, people who're on the phone 24/7, classic music, country music, ballads, rhyming poetry, ditzy blondes, blondes who think being stupid will get boys to like them, bad books, large font, hardback books, wet clothes, jelly, olive green, too much of one color, plaid, stripes
STRENGTHS:she can handle pain
She can put others before her
she's usually honest
putting emotion in words
She's good with words
WEAKNESSES:She hates bare feet
When people ask about her mom
She can be brutally honest
She's a picky eater
death
HABITS/QUIRKS: She bites her lip &picks at her nails.
She can't sit still for more than 10 minutes
She hates the sound of bones cracking (Knuckles, back, neck, toes)
LOVE ME IN THIS FABLE[/color]
MY HEART IS IN YOUR HANDS
PARENTS: Nadine, deceased
Christopher, 43, distant from Devon
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER FAMILY:a little cousin, Sharyn, 3. Devon's angel
WON'T CRY FOR MY SOLITUDE[/color]
LAY MY HEAD AND DREAM OF YOU
MEMBER TITLE: "to die would be an awfully big adventure"[/blockquote]
STEREOTYPE rebelrebelrebel
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:Trace had just finished the last of the cups and plates and stupid silverware when he heard a knock on the door. His finger slipped stupidly on a fork and his wrist was stabbed, "Ouch, shit!" He muttered as he dropped the fork into the sink. It made a loud clatter and he ignored it, giving up, "Sharyn get the door!" He called out as he reached over and grabbed a paper towel from the roll and wiped his hands. Then he made his way back into the living room and watched as Sharyn, slowly, made her way to the door, her eyes going back to the TV screen as she walked and then finally she reached up and turned the doorknob. As soon as it opened a crack she ran back to her spot in front of the tv. Trace let out a laugh and rolled his eyes, opening the front door all the way for Riley. He looked her over for a moment, noting the dress and boots that adorned her body, before standing aside and letting her pass through.
"Hey, I see you made it out of the house without being tackled by a hired someone." He joked as he closed the door. As he walked over to where Riley stood Sharyn's movie was put on pause and she stood up, without notice of Riley and locked the front door and went into the kitchen. Trace shook his head lightly knowing that she'd call for him in a few seconds, "You can make yourself at home. I've gotta help her for a sec." He muttered, placing his hand on her arm and letting it slid off half a second later when Sharyn called for his attention. He knew Sharyn well enough by now to know what she wanted when she didn't even ask. But the small sippy cup that rested in her hands was always a clue.
Moments later brother and sister made their way back into the living room, which was simply decorated with the family room (couch, TV, coffee table,) then the family 'office' room. But Trace never really went there since he had his laptop, which laid open on the coffee table in front of the couch. His IM with Riley still open on the screen. Sharyn froze for a moment when she saw a blonde stranger placed in the living room. Her plastic sippy sup straw half way to her mouth and she looked up at Trace with questionable eyes. Trace let out a laugh and patted her head, "Riley, meet Sharyn. Sharyn say hi to Riley." Trace ordered softly to his little two year old. She smiled and instead returned to her movie, knowing that her big brother would bug her no longer. She was right.
Trace walked over and sat down on the couch, with a sigh he looked over at Riley, "Ah, well, that's Sharyn. She'll pay more attention when her movie is over." He shrugged. He didn't feel the least bit akward with Riley in his living room. Sure, it was the first time they'd actually be hanging out, but to Trace it wasn't a big deal. At least his mother wasn't home pestering with annoying or embarassing questions.
CELEBRATE NO VICTORIES[/color]
AND MY PROMISES ARE SAND
YOUR NAME: michelle
HOW'D YOU FIND US: an ad
ANYTHING ELSE? <3
