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Full Birth-Given Name: Davina Marie Devereaux
Aliases: Dee, Dev, Dav, DM, Devereaux, "The She-Wolf"
Birthday: May 20th
Age: 24-years-young
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Mercy Falls Native: No
Birth Place: New Orleans, Louisiana
Education: High School Graduate; Some College
Occupation: I run the old ranch.. during the summer months, anyway.
Languages: English { primary, fluent } ; ASL { conversational, learning } ; French { secondary, fluent }


Height: 5'11" || 5'2"L ; 2'8"H
Weight: 157lbs || 118lbs
Body Type: Lean but muscular
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown || Dark Brown / Black with a white muzzle
Skin Tone: Tanned; Olive
Body Alterations: Tongue ring, a few tattoos ( 1.0 ; 2.0 ; 3.0 ; 4.0 ; 5.0 )
Personal Style: "Mostly you'll see me in workout-type clothes. I do a lot of running in my freetime, as well as the work that needs to be done around the house. Only time you'll really see me in casual wear is when we go into town. Jean pants or shorts and a tank top with lowtop shoes or sandals."

| Honest || Stubborn || Trustworthy || Anxious |

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: TBA
Personality: "I'd think others would see me as a semi-quiet person, one who doesn't particularly enjoy speaking up for herself, but does and will when necessary. Being pack Alpha leaves no room to back down. I am well disciplined and am a great leader when it comes to being in charge of the human-part of our pack. I step down to rank Gamma, in wolf form. I'd never dare go against Bodhi. It tends to go without saying that about 98% of the people who meet me instantly love me. I am a real people person once I warm up to someone, and am very friendly in meeting new people but can be super shy at times, as well. Yeah, I know. Not very Alpha-like, is it? Don't take advantage of that. Trust me. _{You'll lose.} Once you get to know me, I'll be one of your most trusted and loyal friends. Or, at least I hope I can be. I expect a lot of myself, and put others needs before my own. I am very family-oriented when it comes to my brothers and sisters in our pack, both human and wolf alike. I hope people see me as a fair per-... a fair being." Davina's lips form a thin line as she averts her eyes to the floor for a moment before staring back up again. "I try to be as fair as possible when it comes to the pack and the few people ^{non-pack related} who work on the ranch, every now and again for maintenance work that I'm unable to do. My brother says I've got a real big heart and that I'm the most caring person he's known, which sadly isn't saying much because Dak has never had many close friends. Neither of us has, really. Couldn't. Seems almost as if the universe wouldn't allow it. However, I'm quite friendly and approachable. I try helping out where I'm needed and do things the right way the first time, I don't like doing things a second time if I don't have to. I get things done as quick as I can. In all reality, I don't think I'm the best speaker. Occasionally I'll get caught up on my words but can usually get my point across. My favorite human pass-time is going out to the lake house to read my books. I'm a total bookworm! Can't resist the scent of a fresh book. Is that weird? Whatever, haha. I'm definitely different, that's for sure. Some might even say I'm difficult. They're right because the truth of the matter is, I'm complicated."
Habits: → Always knowing what direction I am heading in.
→ I have a weakness for rescuing stray animals.
→ When dining out, before I leave, I always tidy up the dishes into neat stacks and reset condiments.
→ I tend to be roughly fifteen to thirty minutes early to any kind of appointment, meetings, etc. I like to be punctual.
→ I have a fifty cent piece that I carry around in my pocket. When I get nervous/anxious, I begin rolling it over my knuckles. I used to have a bad habit of biting my fingernails, but I've trained myself not to do that, anymore.
Hobbies: Cooking, Horseback riding, Archery, Shooting, Running, Fishing, 'Trail-blazing', hiking.. outdoorsy stuff.
Fears:

• The cold
• Bears
• Being hunted by humans while in wolf form

Likes/Dislikes:
>list>+ Cooking, Baking, BBQ
+ Learning something new
+ Kids
+ Animals, of all shapes and sizes
+ Storms / Rain
+ Sports Playing it, not watching.
+ Artsy activities
+ Reading
+ Camping / Hiking
+ Family/Pack-orientated activities
+ Amusement parks
+ Traveling
+ Helping others, especially the less fortunate
+ People who make an effort
- Winter. It used to be my second favorite time of year.
- Being touched unexpectedly
- Disrespectful/Loud-mouthed people
- People chewing with an open mouth
- Abuse (Animal/Child/Spousal/Elder/Etc)
- Unsportsmanlike conduct
- Seeing others in pain
- Confrontation, but will step up regardless.


Significant Other: N/A
Family Members:
Jacque Devereaux || Father || Dead || No contact
Mary Devereaux || Mother || Dead || No contact
John Maverick || Godfather || Alive || Yes, still in contact
Dak Devereaux || Brother || Alive || Well duh. He's my keeper, haha
Phoenix Devereaux || Son || Alive || As much as I can.
Animal Companions: "My buckskin horse, Cisco. Always wanted a buckskin because of the movie Spirit: Stallion of the Cimmaron as a kid, but didn't wanna name him after the horse himself. So, another he got his name from a buckskin in a movie called Dances with Wolves. Yeah, ironic, I know."
General Skills:

• Training Horses { Expert }
• Herding/Driving { Intermediate }
• Roping { Beginner }
• Waitressing { Job Training }
• Housekeeping { Basic }
• First Aid/CPR { Expert }
• Flaying { Hunting Purposes }

What Do You Have On Your Person:

• Clothing - Warmer days ; Nice Days 1.0, 2.0, 3.0, 5.0 (when she doesnt have to do any dirty work, or when she goes into town) ; Colder Days & Work Mornings
• Wallet -

Personal Belongings:

• Harley Sportster

The One Who Cut Your Human Life Short:
"My father did. During his last change when he had no control what-so-ever of his other self, he bit me before he ran off and I never saw him again after that. Greatest 'goodbye present' ever, right?"
Life Before Mercy Falls:
"Spent only 6 of my years outside of Mercy Falls, and I honestly don't remember much of it.."
Life of a Mercy Falls Resident
"Before the shiver curse ever entered our household, everything was peaceful. I spent the first 2 1/2 years of my life in New Orleans an only child, and then Dak came along. Our father never treated us any differently, and always made sure we knew no one of us was favored over the other. Mother, on the other hand, seemed to care more for me than my poor brother. She tried to hide it, but Dak began to catch on when he became older. Shortly after we moved to the Mercy Falls area, our father went off on a hunting trip with his childhood friends, including my Godfather, Uncle, and some well-known family friends who came around the family home often for parties and small get-togethers. While on said trip, Daddy got viciously attacked by a wolf. Once home, it began to take hold of him. Mind you, this was back when Dak and I were only 6 and 9 years old, we had no idea what to think of the events unfolding before our innocent eyes. The first winter he turned, we waited 3, almost 4 months thinking he was never going to come back. Of course, he did, though. Daddy tried keeping it from Dak, due to Dak's inability to keep his mouth shut about anything, no matter the importance. It lasted another 6 years, till I'd turned 15 and Dak 12, when mom left and dad broke down. I suddenly took on the responsibility of taking care of both Dak and my father, who constantly tried to get himself to change to his other form so he wouldn't have to deal with the pain of his wife leaving him in such a time of need. I spent the next 4 years having an anything but normal teenage life, taking care of my young brother, taking on the responsibility of being the 'breadwinner' in the household as soon as I was able to get a job. Our godfather played a huge part in our lives, housing and feeding us for the most part. I insisted on paying him with rent, and it worked out fine, till one August night while I was visiting daddy at his ranch a few months after EJ was born for a weekend ride. The night hadn't gotten much colder than 62 degrees, but dad was restless like he usually was before a shift. I had doubts, knowing all too well daddy's shifts had been longer, and his time spent in his own skin was growing shorter and shorter every time. We'd gotten into a discussion about mother and tears flowed from both sides. I got up from the kitchen counter to go wash my face, and as I was doing so, I'd heard a terrible crash come from the living room. Thinking daddy had just gotten into a fit of saddened rage, I went to comfort him only to find torn clothing and blood streaking across the floors. From behind the couch, I could see his eyes staring back at me. My heart dropped to the floor when I realized his teeth were bared, because somehow when he was in his other form, he seemed to be aware who his friends and foes were. Apparently, it wasn't so, this time. I was cautious, but not cautious enough. I opened the back porch doors and stepped clear out of his path, but he wouldn't budge from behind the couch. I chased him out from behind the couch where he retreated to the kitchen. Finally, I'd had enough and grabbed our catch pole from the living room closet. Returning to where I left the dark beast, there he still remained. I loosened the noose at the end and moved in warily, quickly jabbing out the pole and fastening the wire around his neck. His strength was almost overwhelming, and it took everything in me to stay there instead of dropping the pole and taking off like I wanted. He struggled, and he struggled hard. I managed to pull him out and away from the kitchen all the way to the doors of the back porch, holding him there. Suddenly we were in a standstill, staring into each others eyes. Hot, thick tears poured over my face as I realized I wouldn't see him for a long while. And even then, when he'd return, he'd lose a little more of himself each time. Who was I really getting back, in the end? Catching me off guard, he began to struggle again, this time catching his back paw against my upper thigh, tearing through my skin with ease. At that moment, I dropped the pole which also loosened the noose that held him and it was then that he ran off through the property and into the woods behind it. I spent the rest of the night there on the floor, where I'd collapsed to my knees as soon as I'd realized what happened, until my Godfather showed up with my brother a few hours later when I didn't return home. I had been sitting in a small pool of my own blood for a good two to three hours. Dak and my godfather helped me get cleaned up, and the week following I'd called out from work to say I had to attend a family funeral because I was too afraid I'd begin changing uncontrollably at work. I had Dak lock me away downstairs in the basement until I no longer was changing from form to form. As soon as I returned to the human world, I began taking care of the family business but shut it down a few short months later I put it to a halt and sold many of our horses, and even some of our land along with most of our livestock. During my first winter, I'd turned some guy who'd been too far out of city limits where I'd attacked him. Hungry and scared for my life, I had no idea how to hunt for food and was learning as I went along. My other half demanded food, and he'd been all alone. The more humane part of me stopped mid-attack and ran away to find what I could. When I did finally return, I'd found the kid and talked to him about what it meant to be who he'd become and how it all worked, even offering a home and a job but he declined. Said he'd figure out how to handle it on his own. He was kind of an asshole, and I'd remembered soon after I stopped regretting attacking his snobby, punk ass. Every now and then I check up on him to be sure he's keeping out of trouble. Found out not too long ago, he turned some girl at a party. I've been waiting for her to turn up, but haven't heard anything. I even talked to the kid, but he said he didn't know a thing about it. I wish we had some twilight-shifting quality, to us. I'd have turned and torn him limb from limb till he told me.. but alas, things can't work the way we want all the time. Very few wolves have turned up, but some have even come from out of state looking for refuge. I don't know how far this 'wolfblood' community extends, but apparently word travels. I've since taken up the position of Alpha in our pack, mainly because I'm like Mother Hen to the rest of the wolves. I personally don't think anyone else could take over Alpha who knew what was best for the pack and in what ways to take care of them, to make sure our secret didn't leak out to our human neighbors, friends and family. Dak and Phoenix's father are the only exceptions, because Dak has grown into the type of person who'll keep a secret, and on the terms that he doesn't end up like me. Matt would never let my secret slip. He's a good man, that way.. just as he is with our son."


Theme Song: Castle by Halsey { Whitney Woerz Cover }
Aberrance: Got a wolf in my blood.
Extra Information: "I have an 8-year-old son by the name of Phoenix Greyson (Devereaux). Another pic of my sweet boy. This was the year just before I was turned. Pictured is Phee on his 2nd birthday with cake on his face. He comes to visit during the summers."

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Full Birth-Given Name: Dak Kaidan Devereaux
Aliases: "Just Dak. It's a nickname in itself, really. Although Dav likes to call me 'Daquiri'."
Birthday: March 3rd
Age: 21-years-old. Barely legal!
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Mercy Falls Native: No
Birth Place: New Orleans, Louisiana
Education: High School Graduate
Occupation: Ranch Help and "Pack Keeper".
Languages: English { fluent } ; French { knows few words }


Height: 6'3"
Weight: 183lbs
Body Type: Lean and muscular
Eye Color: Blue-grey
Hair Color: Dirty-blonde, almost dark brown
Skin Tone: White-washed tan
Body Alterations: A few tattoos, but nothing else
Personal Style: Lots of collared, button-up shirts and jeans with some leather boots to complete the look. Doesn't really change, no matter the occasion.

| Confident || Sarcastic || Loves Unconditionally || Hard-Headed |

Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: "Haven't been in a real relationship since the first girl I fell in love with. It's mainly just been me having fun. I tend to take the girls to the lake house since the house is filled with the ranch help or pack members."
Personality: "People would probably classify me as kind of a douche upon first meet-and-greet, but once they get to know me, they'll come to realize just how right they were. Through my douchey-ness though, I can be a real softy. I have no tolerance for bullying, due to the fact I went through it in my younger years. I sometimes get attached a little too soon and come off kind of strong, but know how to keep my distance when need be. I've got a slight anger problem, and sometimes fly off the handle at stupid shit, but that's the real, main reason why I took up smoking pot. It levels me out, and keeps me from diving into my bipolar behaviors. When high, I usually just keep to myself and snack on some major munchies, and occasionally get in a good lay before I just die, passed out for the night. Just a heads up, I'm probably a more easy-going, fun-loving person when I'm high." Taking a moments pause, Dak looks up with a soft edge in his eyes. "I love my sister to pieces. She's the closest person that I have in my life, and I dread the day I'm going to lose her. By my calculations, she's only got around 5-6 more years with me. For my sister, I'd do honestly anything. I'm very protective of her, even if she's quite capable of taking care of herself and then some."
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Dislikes:

Significant Other: TBA
Family Members:
Jacque Devereaux || Father || Dead || No contact
Mary Devereaux || Mother || Dead || No contact
John Maverick || Godfather || Alive || Yes, still in contact
Davina Devereaux || Sister || Alive || No, I don't think so. ^YES
Phoenix Devereaux || Nephew || Alive || All th time. Especially when Dav is on her 'trips' and can't get ahold of him.
Animal Companions: "I take care of all the horses on the ranch, so technically I guess they're all mine. As for my own animals, I've got a black rat named Padfoot. Also got a bat that I rescued and named Bella, and a Dutch shepherd. His name is Remus. Yeah, I'm a Harry Potter nerd. Sue me."
General Skills:

What Do You Have On You:

• Clothing - Casual setting ; Work clothes - Dark sports pants or dark blue boot-cut jeans, plain white t-shirt {crew neck}, light grey Vans shoes or boots, snapback hat
• Wallet -

Personal Belongings:

• 1969 Chevy Camaro SS, it was my dad's

The One Who Cut Your Human Life Short:
"I still got my whole life to live. No one is gonna be cutting it short but me."
Life Before Mercy Falls:
"I was too young to remember that life."
Life of a Mercy Falls Resident
"Davina can explain the few years that made up our childhood years. As for after mom left, I turned towards smoking pot on a nearly daily basis and occasionally drinking with some friends at school. Once Dad disappeared and I found out about the 'family secret', I sunk further into my funk, but it didn't last long. Both John ^{our godfather} and Davina had a very stern talk ^{(and Davina may or may not have slapped me around (literally))} and I stopped drinking but kept smoking pot on an every other day basis. I have a tendency to bring home random girls for sleepovers if you catch my drift.. a lot. What can I say? I'm a man. A creature of habit. I've made a habit of staying out of trouble and keeping myself occupied with the company of beautiful girls."


Theme Song: As Long As You're Not Leavin' by Matthew Mayfield
Aberrance: "There's a snake in my boot! ...no? Okay, well.. what separates me from these freaks is the fact I'm still human." Dak smirks.
Extra Information: "I don't have my own kid, personally, but when EJ is over and Davina gets held up with Ranch or Pack issues, I watch over him. I think I'm a pretty decent uncle. I love that little booger.

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Full Birth-Given Name: Bronwyn Judith Knowles
Aliases: Brynn. Just Brynn.
Birthday: August 8th
Age: 20-years-young
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: British
Mercy Falls Native: No
Birth Place: Liverpool, Britain
Education: High School Grad
Occupation: Ranch Help
Languages: English { fluent } ; French { conversational } ; ASL { fluent }


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| Positive Trait || Negative Trait || Positive Trait || Negative Trait |

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Significant Other: N/A
Family Members:
Member's Name || Relation || Alive/Deceased || Still in Contact?
Animal Companions: My
General Skills:

What Do You Have On You:

• Clothing -
• Purse -

Personal Belongings:

The One Who Cut Your Human Life Short:
"Some random guy. I was at a rave with some friends, and some dude trying to get through the crowd was shoved right into me, and he dug his nails into my arm when he grabbed me for support. He seemed like a real nice guy, but..he should have been more careful."
Life Before Mercy Falls:
"My life was great before Mercy Falls. Not that it isn't great now, its just.. very much different now than it was before. Seems so long ago. I had come here to go to that rave in Cali. Before, I lived with my parents in Liverpool.. graduated school early and started traveling."
Life of a Mercy Falls Resident
"Its been nice living in Mercy Falls. A bit chilly, but nice. It really sucks not being able to go swimming anymore, but.. it's nice just to be close to ta big body of water. God do I miss the beach."



Theme Song: Gravity by Sara Bareilles
Aberrance: Shewolf!
Extra Information:

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Full Birth-Given Name: James Nathaniel Roth
Aliases: "Roth's Child", Jim, Jimmy, Nate, Roth.. & Brynn calls me 'Beast Boy'.
Birthday: August 27th
Age: 17-years-old
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: "I'm black. What's it look like?" French-Canadian
Mercy Falls Native: Yes
Birth Place: Mercy Falls, Minnesota
Education: Still attending High School
Occupation: None
Languages: English { fluent } ; French { fluent }


Height: 5'7"
Weight: 152lbs
Body Type: Lean
Eye Color: Gold. Yes, gold. Literally..
Hair Color: Black as night herself
Skin Tone: Lightly-tanned
Body Alterations: "Nose ring (right side), lip ring (left side), an 'earring' (gauge, left side), and a tattoo on my chest. What? ... Yes I'm underage. I know a guy who doesn't I.D."
Personal Style:

| Protective || Boorish || Honest || Quiet |

Sexuality: Bi-sexual
Relationship Status: "Why do you care?"
Personality: He swallows hard, averting his eyes to the ground. "Careless is probably how Mom and Dad saw me. Selfish, greedy. They knew I loved the money and the high. They thought I loved it more than them, and I did at one point." He's quiet for a moment, his brow knitting in frustration. "I--I think I am loyal? At least now. Before it was all about the sales and the highs, but these people really have cared for me in a way nobody else could. I owe them my life, my sanity." He gives a weak half-smile. "I hope they think I'm worth the trouble and the hardship. I really do."
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Likes:

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Significant Other: N/A
Family Members:
Daniel Roth || Father || Alive || Nope.
Sharon Roth || Mother || Dead || Nope...
Mathew Roth || Brother || Alive || Every now and then
Hayden Roth || Sister || Dead || Clearly not.
Animal Companions: "My cat, Bagheera. 'Baggy' for short."
General Skills:

• I'm great with vehicles. Especially motorcycles
• I know a bit about tech, but I'm not a total whiz. I just know a few things
• Not really a dog person, never have been..but I apparently have a way with them. Must be because I'm more wolf, myself, than I am human.
• I can do some pretty sick tricks with my butterfly knife. Wanna see?
• Uh... I can do a handstand?

What Do You Have On You:

• Clothing -
• Wallet -

Personal Belongings:

The One Who Cut Your Human Life Short:
"Brynn did, surprisingly. Would never think she had it in her, but she did. Apparently, I was a major asshole to her one night. Originally, she was hitting on me till she figured out my age. This was a year ago, so... mind you, I was only 15 and she'd just turned 18. Not much of a difference, but she was really weird about me still being a minor. Anyways, so yeah I started being kind of a dick to her, things went down, she slapped me and scratched me in the process. Boom. A beast was born. She'd already gone, but somehow I ended up tracking her down. Keep in mind, I was shifting back and forth, so I was more or less naked when I finally found her." He laughs, shaking his head at the recalled memory. "My opening line wasn't even 'What's happening to me?' or 'What is this?'... none of that. I said to her, 'What are you gonna tell your parents when you bring home a stray?'. She didn't like that. She had to hit me again for that one. She took me back to the Devereaux place and had me meet Davina. We all stayed up late that night talking about what would all come of this new life. The first 6 months I tried anything and everything to.. well, die. Each time, Brynn came to my rescue and stopped me. She feels like she owes it to me. After my first winter, though, I suddenly knew... this happened to me for a reason. I've felt more me in my life."
Life Before Mercy Falls:
"There was no 'life before Mercy Falls'. Its always been Mercy Falls."
Life of a Mercy Falls Resident
"Shit. It's been crazy. I mean, not in a sense where shit is hitting the fan every day, but in a sense that shit hasn't been the same since I was infected. Er, turned. Life here is so different when you're you, but..not really you, ya know? As of life right now, here in the MC... it's quiet."


Theme Song: Story of my Life by Social Distortion || You're Not Alone by Saosin
Aberrance: Wolfboy, here.
Extra Information: N/A