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Devon Marie Trelanca, "Dark Angel", "Dev"
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[break]Species Human
[break]Playby Jessica Alba
[break]Height 5 foot 7 inches
[break]Weight About 150 pounds
[break]Hair Naturally a dark brown, almost black
[break]Eye Color brown
[break]Scars/Tattoos None, though very well could end up with a tattoo after a drunken night?
[break]Usual Attire Usually jeans and a t-shirt around the barn. If she ever does go out, which is not often anymore, she might through on a slinky tight fitting dress.
[break]General Aura She has a very "don't touch me" aura, much like that of an angry cat. She chooses when to be pet, she chooses when to bother with you. If you are doing something incorrect out at the barn though, she won't hesitate to march right up and call you out, no matter who you are. Otherwise, she generally keeps to herself.
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[break]Species Human
[break]Playby Jessica Alba
[break]Height 5 foot 7 inches
[break]Weight About 150 pounds
[break]Hair Naturally a dark brown, almost black
[break]Eye Color brown
[break]Scars/Tattoos None, though very well could end up with a tattoo after a drunken night?
[break]Usual Attire Usually jeans and a t-shirt around the barn. If she ever does go out, which is not often anymore, she might through on a slinky tight fitting dress.
[break]General Aura She has a very "don't touch me" aura, much like that of an angry cat. She chooses when to be pet, she chooses when to bother with you. If you are doing something incorrect out at the barn though, she won't hesitate to march right up and call you out, no matter who you are. Otherwise, she generally keeps to herself.
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Likes Her motorcycle, horses, being left alone[break]
Dislikes people pestering her, grabby men, people who don't know what they're doing[break]
Fears That no one will ever stick around[break]
Overall Personality Devon is not the girl next door. She's not a girl you really want to mess with. She has dealt with things in her past, and doesn't want to be messed with now. She's got the curves and got the heat for an exotic dancer; and that's somewhat how she pays the bills. But really? She'd be content to flip the bird to the world and ride off into the sunset with Prince Charming (her horse, not a person.) She goes through spells, almost like a cat going into heat where she just wants physical contact-but don't get her wrong, she means nothing by those flirts. And if you run into her during one of her dry spells, then be prepared to get snarky remarks and possibly things thrown at you. She hates people who seem to have been handed things; she knows what it means to claw your way out of a hole.
[/PTab]Likes Her motorcycle, horses, being left alone[break]
Dislikes people pestering her, grabby men, people who don't know what they're doing[break]
Fears That no one will ever stick around[break]
Overall Personality Devon is not the girl next door. She's not a girl you really want to mess with. She has dealt with things in her past, and doesn't want to be messed with now. She's got the curves and got the heat for an exotic dancer; and that's somewhat how she pays the bills. But really? She'd be content to flip the bird to the world and ride off into the sunset with Prince Charming (her horse, not a person.) She goes through spells, almost like a cat going into heat where she just wants physical contact-but don't get her wrong, she means nothing by those flirts. And if you run into her during one of her dry spells, then be prepared to get snarky remarks and possibly things thrown at you. She hates people who seem to have been handed things; she knows what it means to claw your way out of a hole.
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Current Residence Siris Stable staff housing
Current Relationships None
Birthday September 8th[break]
Parents Unknown[break]
Siblings None[break]
Children None[break]
Life Events Devon was born to a drug addicted mother and a non-existent father. She was soon taken by the system and thrown into foster care, which she hated. By age seven she was already a delinquent, and no foster parents wanted her around. She was a thief already. And so, she was sent to what the kids around the block called "The Farm." There, it seemed happy go lucky rehabilitation for reckless children..but it was far from it. It was basically a camp to train spies, to train the delinquents into how not to be caught. She was given the title "Catwomen" because she was the best honestly at getting to the goal; either by crawling through people's legs or whatever else she needed. There were several others with her in her little "squadron"; there was Dreamweaver, Architect, Demon, Lazarus, and Archangel. They were close, but once the farm was shut down when Devon was sixteen-they all went their separate ways. Devon herself ran, and hid in a neighboring barn. She did not want to be tossed back into the system knowing what she knew now. And so up in the hayloft she slept, until the older couple that ran the farm found her within a few days. They needed some help around the barn, and she was a hard worker; so they let her muck the stalls and clean up the place for letting her stay in their extra bedroom. Life was good.
Until the government caught up with her-those involved in the Farm were being taken to a research facility to be "reformed" to return to real society. That's when they found out about her past, and were slightly appalled. They hid her as best they could, but finally the time came where they gave her the keys to their beat up truck and said "time to go." With her, she took the horse that she had basically raised; Prince Charming. His mother was sickly and refused to nurse him, and so Devon had nursed him. They were nigh inseparable those two. She taught herself to ride with the help of a few other stable hands, and really only rides him bareback; but will throw the occasional western saddle on when the time comes...but he's not your standard looking western horse. When he was about a year old, he revealed what he truly was to Devon.
She drove as far and as long as she could, until she ended up in California. Down on her luck and needing the money to get a stall for Prince, she started working at a strip club after seeing the signs for them hiring. She certainly had the body for it. She knew she couldn't stay in a big city with Prince, someone would find him, and so she began searching for a safe place to live. Finding out about Firefly Falls, she packed up her things once she had the money and her and Prince got on the boat headed out here.
She has been out here for about two years now. Prince is happy in this life. Devon almost fell into the trap of a relationship, but luckily he ran off never to be heard from again, and so is recovering. She has the help of her new horse, Exorcism, for that as well.
[/PTab]Current Residence Siris Stable staff housing
Current Relationships None
Birthday September 8th[break]
Parents Unknown[break]
Siblings None[break]
Children None[break]
Life Events Devon was born to a drug addicted mother and a non-existent father. She was soon taken by the system and thrown into foster care, which she hated. By age seven she was already a delinquent, and no foster parents wanted her around. She was a thief already. And so, she was sent to what the kids around the block called "The Farm." There, it seemed happy go lucky rehabilitation for reckless children..but it was far from it. It was basically a camp to train spies, to train the delinquents into how not to be caught. She was given the title "Catwomen" because she was the best honestly at getting to the goal; either by crawling through people's legs or whatever else she needed. There were several others with her in her little "squadron"; there was Dreamweaver, Architect, Demon, Lazarus, and Archangel. They were close, but once the farm was shut down when Devon was sixteen-they all went their separate ways. Devon herself ran, and hid in a neighboring barn. She did not want to be tossed back into the system knowing what she knew now. And so up in the hayloft she slept, until the older couple that ran the farm found her within a few days. They needed some help around the barn, and she was a hard worker; so they let her muck the stalls and clean up the place for letting her stay in their extra bedroom. Life was good.
Until the government caught up with her-those involved in the Farm were being taken to a research facility to be "reformed" to return to real society. That's when they found out about her past, and were slightly appalled. They hid her as best they could, but finally the time came where they gave her the keys to their beat up truck and said "time to go." With her, she took the horse that she had basically raised; Prince Charming. His mother was sickly and refused to nurse him, and so Devon had nursed him. They were nigh inseparable those two. She taught herself to ride with the help of a few other stable hands, and really only rides him bareback; but will throw the occasional western saddle on when the time comes...but he's not your standard looking western horse. When he was about a year old, he revealed what he truly was to Devon.
She drove as far and as long as she could, until she ended up in California. Down on her luck and needing the money to get a stall for Prince, she started working at a strip club after seeing the signs for them hiring. She certainly had the body for it. She knew she couldn't stay in a big city with Prince, someone would find him, and so she began searching for a safe place to live. Finding out about Firefly Falls, she packed up her things once she had the money and her and Prince got on the boat headed out here.
She has been out here for about two years now. Prince is happy in this life. Devon almost fell into the trap of a relationship, but luckily he ran off never to be heard from again, and so is recovering. She has the help of her new horse, Exorcism, for that as well.
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Friendship None Yet[break]
Enemies None Yet[break]
Mentors None Yet[break]
Lovers None Yet[break]
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The only transportation besides Prince that she brought out here was her motorcycle. It doesn't have a name, but she keeps it in good working order.
[/PTab]Friendship None Yet[break]
Enemies None Yet[break]
Mentors None Yet[break]
Lovers None Yet[break]
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The only transportation besides Prince that she brought out here was her motorcycle. It doesn't have a name, but she keeps it in good working order.
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