Name: Devon Cowen

Gender: Male

Age: 25

Description: 
[img]http://i.imgur.com/4O5Adlx.jpg[/img] 
When determined, Devon's features are strong. From his firmly set jaw, broad shoulders, excellent muscles, and piercing eyes. Devon is quite the specimen, but the determination isn't there anymore. He slouches his shoulders and the piercing, determined look has left his eyes and have left in there place soft and sad ones. However his muscles haven't left him and standing at 6'5 he is still quite intimidating but he just doesn't have the spark he did when he was younger, which makes him look fairly subdued and less vibrant.

Occupation: Construction worker, Ex army

Personality: Subdued, jaded, and an underlying anger problem stemming from personal guilt. The things Devon has seen and done have sucked to joy out of life and have made him an all around cold and sad person. However if one were to chip away at the exterior you will find a person not much different from the one outside, the only difference being that he will be far more open to talking about his emotions. However among these faults lies some strengths of character. Firstly while he loathes himself, Devon truly believes that the people around him are good unless proven otherwise and tries to find that good. Secondly he knows his loyalties and if one were to gain them he will stick with them to the end. Lastly he is extremely in control of his anger issues and has never lashed out at an undeserving person.

History: Growing up in a military family, Devon never really had friends and instead relied on his siblings for companionship. As the years went on his father had died in some random gunfight and his mother soon died of a broken heart. However these events never deterred Devon from joining the military, it was always so ingrained in his head to join the army he never branched out into other things. Passing boot camp with flying colors Devon made friends with a one Maxwell Thorpe, or Max as everyone called him. The years went on uneventfully with no major conflict or skirmish happening during his tours, eventually Devon grew bored and desired a real fight. Devon never really gained his wish but he did get and take part of the horrors of war. During a patrol in a little village a random skirmish turned into a full on massacre for the apposing force. As the enemies solders were cut down the woman took there place. It didn't make sense but they just kept coming until only the children remained. 

With nothing left to do the Sargent, a son of a bitch of a man, ordered his men to kill them and shot any man that protested. Devon did what he was told and pulled the trigger. While the Sargent didn't get away with what he did Devon bared the guilt and the nightmares of his actions and didn't reenlist. After the army, Devon joined the construction industry and became an alcoholic.

Reason for arriving in Saint-Vienne: He keeps getting postcards from the place, the first one was just a normal greeting and didn't say who it was from so he just threw it away. However they kept getting them, once a month then every other week until finally one day his mailbox was full of them. Yet something was different was different about this batch, each card said "WE KNOW" on it, deciding he had enough Devon left for Saint-Vienne. 

Start off items: Hammer, a fifth of vodka, several snack foods, Dog tags, his fathers revolver (Hasn't been loaded or maintained in ages and he usually uses it for intimidation but could easily be brought into fighting shape should he find a maintenance kit.)