Nick Name
Just Devon
Sex
Female
Sexual Orientation
Straight
Specie
Shifter
Age
18 years old
Height
5'5"
Weight
135 lbs
Appearance
Devon doesn't look like the kind of girl you'd encounter in a cold, dark asylum. She doesn't look insane. She just looks normal. She has long brown hair and brown eyes. She has a puka shell anklet and she always has it on, no matter what. When she was considered sane, and living out in the real world, she wore more beach-ish clothes all the time. But since she's been here, she basically wears jeans, and long sleeve shirts. Hey, its not like she can really go to the beach locked inside an asylum, so why dress like she can?
Future Goals In Life
To be honest, she'd wanted to be either a deep sea diver, or a musician. Whichever storyline played out would have been fine with her.
Handed
Right
Fears
Dying, never being free again, being buried alive
Likes
Swimming, playing piano, writing, running, freedom
Dislikes
being caged, having people think she's crazy, being told what to do, arguments
Strengths
Playing piano, swimming, running fast, writing
Weaknesses
being caged, when people list all that she has lost,
Personality
Devon is a bold girl, never afraid to say how she feels...well, at least she was. Now, since she's been locked up in a cold, damp, dark asylum after being accused of being insane, she's downgraded herself to a quiter version of who she was. Now she is the kind of girl who just sits in a corner, watching as people walk by. She has her secrets, one in particular that she keeps to herself. She has a few friends, if thats what she can call them, here at the asylum, so that kind of helps her to keep her sanity...well, whats left of it anyways.