WhenMenRiseUpAtTheSOB
Sparkly Elder
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faLSE FALSE FALSE███ ⋆; ┋ FULL NAME ▸ Devin Scout Cadwell
faLSE FALSE FALSE███ ⋆; ┋ NICK NAME(S) ▸ Dev // Scout
faLSE FALSE FALSE███ ⋆; ┋ ROLE ▸ Violet Stone // Wakana
faLSE FALSE FALSE███ ⋆; ┋ GENDER ▸ Female
faLSE FALSE FALSE███ ⋆; ┋ AGE ▸ Sixteen
faLSE FALSE FALSE███ ⋆; ┋ SEXUALITY ▸ Heterosexual
faLSE FALSE FALSE███ ⋆; ┋ POWERS ▸ Sense aura // Electricity
faLSE FALSE FALSE███ ⋆; ┋ WEAPON ▸ Armored gauntlets
faLSE FALSE FALSE███ ⋆; ┋ OCCUPATION ▸ Student // Web Comic author/artist [RW] Mercenarcy
faLSE FALSE FALSE☁️ █▐－－ ┋ USERNAME ▸ WhenMenRiseUpAtTheSOB
falsefalsefal▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ━━𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈_𝒶𝓃𝒹_𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉_.
- Dev is a very straightforward sort of girl. With a passion for art and a general distaste toward everyone and everything else, she hardly comes off a social or friendly child. Often secluding herself with her artwork, she is not the first to initiate a conversation, but she will be the first to shoot it down. Talking is not her strong suit and it could be said that she is lacking in certain...social graces. Stubborn to a fault, she will hold her ground against anyone or anything for various reasons. Every so often, she can be caught defending an actual human being. That has only ever happened if she has been in the right place at the right time. Or as she would say, 'the wrong place at the wrong time with my limited sense of humanity kicking me in the gut'. No, she doesn't like most people. But, that doesn't mean she's a heartless witch that can sit back while someone else suffer in front of her. Though, that doesn't mean those 'saved' by her don't end up getting an earful all about how they need to defend themselves instead of waiting on some dogooder to defend them instead. No one ever expects such harsh words from the blond haired, purple eyed misfit. But, five feet and one inch can house quite a large amount of sass, and many people seem to forget that.
Her overall demeanor does not change when she enters into the realm beyond wakefulness, into this world comprised of dreams. Odd...dreams...However, in this world of dreams, she has found it is a wonderful way to vent her frustrations. After all, it is deemed acceptable to let your fists do the talking instead of your words. Then again, perhaps it was by her own volition that this dream would follow her will and allow her to remain in silent dislike of everyone and let her actions speak louder than her words ever would. She is far more prone to irritation which manifests itself through violence when in the dream world. Lashing out does not happen mindlessly, but sometimes a good beating is a splendid cure for stupidity or moronic tendencies.
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falsefalsefalse▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ━━𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁_𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹_𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹_.
- Life is just a crazy metaphor for absolute shitfest.
Her past was not bad. It was not traumatic by many standards. In fact, it was glaringly mediocre. Average. Her mother did not die giving birth to her, rather, she was left to the system nearly two years after being born. The woman simply...up and left her. And thus, her old life was replaced with a new one. For years, she was in the system, bouncing from foster home to foster home in wait of someone actually wanting her. Not that she much minded. She detached herself from the rest of the world at an early age, taking a disdainful stance toward it and pretty much everyone around her. No one cared for her, and she couldn't be bothered to care for anyone. In school, she was alone. At whatever foster home she was in at that time, she was alone. And when she wasn't alone, sarcasm dripped like venom from her lips. Friendless. Just how she wanted to be. Society would dictate that she return a gesture of kindness with an equal gesture of kindness, and so if she avoided kindness altogether, then that would not be a problem.
Thus the girl muddled through her days, content to draw her frustrations instead of voicing them unless provoked into such, and meandering as an anti-social, withdrawn, teenager. Emo would be the appropriate term. Though, lacking in the listless nature and general depressive tendencies associated with the term. Her languid mannerisms finally landed her in with a guidance counselor. Apparently her foster parents were worried she was not developing like other children her age. While other children clung to and voiced enthusiastic fantasies, she bore hers silently and depicted it with her drawings instead. And even once they were drawn, she was loath to share them with anyone, even exhibiting irritation bordering on aggression in some instances when told to let others see her work. Forcing her hand was not the right move, and after verbally lashing out once, she was deemed worthy of 'guidance'.
Great...
Her counselor was a nice man. An experienced individual with degrees and awards for helping youngster and steering them onto the appropriate paths for their lives. Yet this girl eluded him. Every question was countered with one of her own, or a statement of some fact to disregard his prying. It all came crumbling down around his feet when she finally told him flat out he was worthless to her. Devin never returned to that place, and after not showing for two sessions, her foster home received a call. The man declared he would not be seeing her again, and so if they chose to pursue this route of psychiatric care, they would be better off seeking an institution. Hell, maybe that would be perfect. Left alone in a padded room. Alone. Sweet sweet solitude. All she had to do was act a touch more crazy than they already presumed she was and she would be getting her ticket there. But, she refrained. Why? Who really knew. All she knew was, her brain is a frightening place to be, and even she sometimes wanted escape from it.
- falsefalsefalsefalsefa▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰▰ ━━𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂_𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹_𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹_.
- ( this section explains the history behind your dream world character. anything from their dream world family, occupations and pets, to their dream world goals. get inventive! the possibilities are endless since this is the dream world. you will need to describe what influences your dream world character. i.e exploring the new world, their reason for saving the sun, or anything else that comes to mind.)
