~Name: Devan Moore
~Age: 31
~Gender: Male
~Race/Nationality: Irish
~Strengths: Don't let his slim form fool you, he's fairly strong, so he might be able to hold his own for a while in hand-to hand combat. And he's a speedy little bugger.
~Weaknesses: Women. He just has to help them all of the time. And his DSLR. Don't touch his baby.
~Description: 6'0", 165 pounds, Always well dressed, and never without at least a tiny point-and-shoot camera in his pocket. Devan is thin, but well built from carrying all his equipment around all the time.
~Equipment: Pocket knife
~Personality: Devan is laid back and easy-going. He loves everything about his work and it shows when he's working around others. Despite working in the fashion industry, he's relatively selfless. He's definitely very chivalrous, mostly because he's just used to models needing so much help with everything. It's just rubbed off in the rest of his life. He likes to have a good time, but he's past his partying years, so he doesn't really get crazy.
~History: Devan grew up in Ireland with his two very loving parents who are both still alive, and left when he was 19 for America. He didn't want to be a farmer or an inn owner like was typical in the little town he'd lived in all his life. He had always had a love of photography, but it didn't develop into fashion photography until he moved to LA. That's when he got a job working for the same national modeling agency as Emma and Danni.
Also, he's gotten very good at speaking with an American accent, and he does so almost all the time (the Irish really only comes out when he's drunk) so many people don't even realize he's Irish when they first meet him.