Post by Devan Harper on Mar 29, 2012 13:10:48 GMT -5
Devan Jacquelyn Harper
Out of Character
Alias: Kat
Age: 25
Gender: Of the female persuasion
RP Experience: Jeez...a really long time...12-13 years...something like that
How Did You Find Us?: You guys posted an Ad on my site
Activity Level: At least once a day most of the time.
Other Characters: None, as of yet.
Keyword in Rules: Verified by Ana
RP Sample:
Devan stood on the sidelines with her hands on her hips as she studied each students formation. She clucked her tongue and shook her head. "Is it too early for you all or are you trying to piss me off? You're form is amateur at best."
She strode towards the closest student, a tall female, and stood behind her before grasping her sword hand and swinging it in a wide arching motion. "Like this," She said for all to here as she repeated the motion. As soon as she was finished with her demonstration she let go of the girl and walked back towards her place on the sidelines. "Continue and I suggest you get it right unless you want to stand out here all day with no lunch practicing it."
Yes, many people called Devan a hard ass and they'd be right, but they'd also have all the knowledge they needed when it came to a battle. Devan may be hard on the students but it was for their own benefit. If they wanted to live they couldn't be coddled. They had to know what to expect and how to get the upper hand or they'd never make it in life. At least not this life.
General Information
Full Name: Devan Jacquelyn Harper
Gender: Female
Birthday: November 5th, 1984
Age: Twenty-Seven
Camp Experience: Devan began attending camp when she was eleven. It was an easy decision for her to decide to become a camp counselor.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Claim Status: Yes
Divine Parent: Ares
Looks
Hair: Devan has long, thick black curly hair.
Eyes: Brown
Height: 5'9
Weight: 125
Picture: Click
Playby: Keira Knightley
Dressing Style:
Devan is one of the least self-conscious people you'll meet, mostly because she could care less what anyone else thinks about here. Therefore her attire can be viewed as skimpy at times but she covers up when she's around the campers. Most of the time though she wears skin tight jeans and tank tops. She's a simple woman who rarely feels the need to dress up for anything.
General Appearance: Men usually look a second or third time when they pass her on the street. She's tall and graceful but once those men get a close enough look they usually know better than to try and approach Devan. She has a harder edge about her that tends to warn both men and woman off her before she even has to open her mouth.
What Makes Them Them
Personality Description: Devan has a very commandeering attitude and it tends to earn her the respect of both her peers and the campers she works with. It takes a lot to get either a smile or a compliment out of her because she feels that people can always do and be better than what they are. Although she doesn't approve of fraternizing between the counselors and the campers she's always willing to answer a question or help someone perfect a certain technique. She takes her job at the camp extremely seriously.
Devan wasn't raised with rules or guidelines so she experienced a culture shock when she arrived at the camp, but over time she came to prefer that way of living. She found it to be more stable and satisfying which is why she is one of the more disciplined people there. Even among the other counselors she can be known as a hard ass. Devan hardly minds people thinking that about her though, in fact, she rather likes it.
Although Devan doesn't have many friends or at least not many people -she- considers friends, she does have a few. Those are the only people who see the darkly sarcastic side of her personality. Though she does have a smart mouth even at camp, she tends to keep most of her comments to herself unless someone needs a tongue lashing she is more than happy to provide.
Likes:
~ All forms of combat (sword fighting, archery, hand-to-hand, etc.)
~ Bubble Baths (which is something she shares with no one, not even her closest friends)
~ Motorcycles (owns two: Harley Davidson XL 1200N Nightster and a Suzuki V-Strom 650 ABS that she can take off road)
~ Surfing (another thing she doesnt share with many people but her close friends know)
~ Liquor (She doesn't drink often and she can hold her liquor but when she drinks she really drinks. Most of those nights are spent on a couch at a friends house)
~ Dogs (Has owned many over the years but currently doesn't have any pets)
Dislikes:
~ Laziness (Devan absolutely can't abide by anyone who is lazy. If she sees it in someone she makes it her personal mission to whip them into shape as she sees fit.)
~ Perpetually cheerful people (Honestly they're just annoying)
~ Cold Showers (who in their right mind likes cold showers?)
~ Cats
~ Sickly sweet couples (mostly only those who go overboard with the whole PDA bit)
~ People who shirk their duties
~ Liars, Cheaters, etc. (If you can't be honest there really is no reason to ever open your mouth.)
Fears:
~ Dying (Who doesn't, though?)
~ The ocean (Not so much because of the water but because of how absolutely filthy it is)
~ Losing someone she loves
Secrets:
~ Devan's biggest secret is that she's still in love with a man who died. Which is mostly why she doesn't let people in and completely why every relationship she's ever had has failed miserably.
Ambitions:
~ Travel the world (sooner rather than later)
~ Secretly she wants to be able to move on with her life and eventually have a family of her own. (Something she refuses to allow herself to think about)
Powers:Devan has the normal powers that come with being a child of Ares. She is an extremely skilled fighter, something she's enhanced over the years. Although like Ares other children she can incite anger in someone or the want for battle, she doesn't. When she first came to camp she didn't have much control over that power and tended to unknowingly cause fights between the other campers. With age though came control and she doesn't feel the need to create that sort of blood lust and camp is hardly the place for it.
Family and History
Personal History:
Devan spent the first nine years of her life in Manchester England. Her mother had been what most would politely call a free-spirit. Although they had a stable home in Manchester she insisted on dragging Devan all across Europe to different concerts and artist show casings. Devan certainly hadn't minded but that was mostly because she didn't know any other way of life. It was normal for her to be woken by her mother at all hours of the night just for a chat or to go for a drive. Honestly it was all a big game to Devan. She would pretend to still be sleeping and see how long she could wait out her mother. Eventually she'd always give in, usually when her mother resorted to tickling her.
Shortly after she turned nine they made the trip to the United States and took up residency in Venice Beach, California. It was a total culture shock to Devan. She was used to being around people others might deem odd because all of her mothers friends had their own eccentricities. But the people her mother was friends with in England was nothing compared to the type of people she saw on a daily basis in Venice Beach. Devan had never been a shy child though so she struck up conversations with many of them and found them to be an interesting lot. They tended to look out for her when she would wander alone. Her mother had never told her how dangerous strangers could be so she'd never worried about being hurt. The people she met in Venice took it upon themselves to keep an eye on her and make sure she stayed out of trouble. It didn't take Devan long to make a life for herself in California. She found it much more appealing than England. Mostly because as a child she preferred to be outdoors and that was something she could do much more often in California since it rarely rained. Plus she hadn't had many friends of her own to miss in England because of all the traveling she did with her mother.
As a child, Devan had never been never been particularly interested in who her father was or why she'd never met him. She'd never spent much time around other children her age. Her mother had home schooled her so that they would be free to travel whenever it struck her fancy. Therefore, she'd never noticed that she might be missing something in her life. Now that she was getting older though her curiosity was starting to get the best of her and she couldn't help but question her mother about it occasionally. She never really got a straight answer out of her though and eventually stopped asking although it was always in the back of her mind.
One night, a few months after her eleventh birthday, she crossed paths with something that changed her life forever. She was taking the leftovers from her dinner to a homeless man she'd befriended nearly two years ago when she first moved to Venice Beach. He was a war veteran who told her the most fantastic tales. She would sit and talk with him while he ate dinner every night and he always had a new story to tell. This particular night nothing seemed out of the ordinary as they talked but suddenly he got very quiet and glanced towards the left side of the alley. He paled and pushed her towards the other end telling her to run home. She quickly ran the length of the alley to the entrance and turned the corner. Although, she was scared she was also worried about her friend. She peeked around the corner to see what was going on and froze with fear. Towering over her friend was something her mind could only assume was a terrible monster even though she couldn't make out its features.
It seemed to be hissing something at her friend but it was so quiet she couldn't hear it. Her friend reached behind him and pulled out an object that had been hidden by the shirt he was wearing. She couldn't see exactly what it was but it was shiny. Then quicker then she thought possible her friend attacked the monster. She let out a short scream and turned and fled, running the entire way back to her home. She slammed the door behind her and quickly locked it before running up the stairs to find her mother. She quickly explained to her mother what she'd seen and became even more horrified when her mothers demeanor changed rapidly from interested in what had happened to scared. It wasn't a look she'd ever seen on her mother and she couldn't help but begin to cry. She felt so guilty for leaving her friend there but he had told her to run home.
Her mothers eyes had darted about the room for a moment before focusing on Devan once more. She'd told Devan to pack a bag because they had somewhere they needed to go and then she'd begun moving around the room, shoving her own clothes into a bag as she went. Devan had no idea what was going on but she followed her mothers orders and ran to her room to pack her bag. Once she had finished she went back to her mothers room and found her sitting on her bed rocking back and forth. Although Devan was worried about what was going on she had no idea what to do to comfort her mother so she just called out to her. When her mother realized she was there she stood and grabbed her bag before dragging Devan out to the car. She kept telling Devan over and over that she was sorry that she thought they'd be safe there and now that she'd been seen she was going to have to go away.
Devan had no idea what her mother was talking about and kept still and silent in the passenger seat as they drove out of Los Angeles. They were on the road for what felt like ages but was probably only a few days. Her mother didn't stop to sleep at a motel and instead pulled into rest stops along the way to get a few hours of sleep. They finally stopped along the side of what seemed like a deserted road. Her mother had taken a deep breath before turning towards Devan. "You'll be safe here. They'll take care of you."
Devan couldn't help but begin to cry and ask her mom why she didn't love her anymore and why she was leaving her here. Her mother had pulled her close and began to rub soothing circles on her back. "Of course I still love you, silly. I love you so much but there's a lot of things you don't know. I wanted to tell you but I never knew how. And now it's not safe for you. Now that they know about you."
None of it made any sense to Devan but a knock at the window kept her from asking any more questions of her mother. Her mother had exited the car with Devan's bag before walking towards the woman who had knocked on the window. They spoke for a moment before her mother handed the woman her bag and opened Devan's door. She told her to be good, that she loved her, and that they would see each other again. She left shortly after that but Devan refused to say a word or even look at the woman standing in front of her. The woman called her name once or twice before cursing under her breath and reaching a hand out to grasp Devan's shoulder and steer her towards the edge of a path as they began walking.
Devan stayed silent as the woman explained who she was and who her father was and what she had seen in the alley. It stunned Devan that all of this could be true. That her friend who had told her fantastic stories had actually been relating their history to her. He had known who she was and he'd been protecting her. He was also a son of Ares and technically her half-brother. It was beyond surreal to her young mind but she saw the truth in the woman's words. What she had seen wasn't supposed to be real but it was and therefore Devan could find no fault in the woman's explanations.
Although it took Devan time she began to acclimate to her new life and find a place for herself within the camp. She even thought she had fallen in love with another boy who became one of her only real friends there. He was visiting his own family when he was attacked and killed. Although the person who did it could be termed a monster they were completely human. That loss along with the sudden loss of her mother (who died from cancer only a year after Devan came to camp) cemented a withdrawn personality within her. It was easier to keep herself from loving people then to deal with the loss of the people she loved. The few friends she'd made before that continued to stand by her side where as most other people began to avoid her altogether.
When Devan graduated from the camp she decided it was the only true home she had even though she now owned both of her mothers homes. (The one in England and the one in California) It was an easy decision to return as a camp counselor. Life at the camp is something Devan prefers. Though she does travel occasionally and see her friends. Devan has never been in a real relationship and although she still loves the boy she lost when she was a child, they never had the opportunity to do much more then kiss. Because of that Devan remains chaste but she still finds herself attracted to others, both men and women. She's never done more then share a few kisses with them when the mood strikes or she's particularly inebriated.
Devan spends her days training the kids at the camp and her nights enjoying alone time in her tent. She attends all of the festivities that the camp sponsors but isn't an active participant in many of them. And although she respects the other counselors and what they're doing at the camp she's never really put forth the effort to get to know many of them. She's not antisocial though. She doesn't go out of her way to avoid anyone, she isn't particularly friendly. People tend to go out of their way to avoid her but she doesn't mind. She keeps up with her friends and visits them when she can. She also spends a week or two a year in both London and California.
Mortal Parent: Aisla Marie Harper (Dead)
Other Family: None
And Finally...
I, KAT, have made this entirely up. I did not rip somebody else’s application from any site, and have followed the rules accordingly.
And…? Yes.
