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|Name:|
Devan Cary-Mathews
|Nicknames:|
Dee, Devan
|Gender:|
Female
|Race:|
Russian
(Born In U.S)
|Birth Date:|
October 13, 1988
|Age:|
24
|Sexuality:|
Openly Bisexual
Openly Prefers Girls

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Height: 5'4"
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:

• Scars:
  Just some on her forearms
• Tattoos:
  None
• Piercings:
  Just her earlobes

Devan is a very skinny girl who weighs about 120lbs. She has long black hair that she sometimes puts colorful extensions in and piercing pale blue eyes. Her clothing and hair styles change daily. But the look she likes to take on mostly is a bit of a girly-rocker look. That look contains of tight skinny jeans (black or very colorful, ex. purple, red, or blue), a tight tee shirt, and platform boots or heels (to make her a little taller). Or she'll wear a tight tank-top with a leather jacket, an edgy short skirt, and heels. When working, she usually wears leather gloves with the fingers cut off, but other than that she doesn't really wear accessories unless for something important.

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Devan is a very misunderstood individual.

On the outside, she's a sarcastic bitch who doesn't give a fuck. She covers her emotions by throwing around curses and sarcastic comments. She almost always has something to say about people's misfortunes. She's smart in the since of academics, though this gets her in more trouble than is does to help her. She get's in trouble by pointing out the ever so obvious about people just to see there reactions. But she doesn't really mean to hurt anyone's feelings, unless of course she does. Then in that case she seems like the devil in heels.

On the inside, she's a sad and lonely girl who just want's to fine someone to trust. Devan's given up on love. She's given up on that a long time ago. The only matter now is finding someone to trust, but that's too hard for her. She's put up tall nine foot walls made of brick and barbwire along with a nine foot deep mote around herself. She just can't trust people. It's against her nature.

Though she can flirt. Devan, even with all her distrusting-ness, is a constant flirt. She flirts with everyone, though most of her "victims" are girls. She loves girls with a passion. She loves their looks, their eyes, their smell. Just everything she finds, and I quote, "So damn cute!". She uses the word "cute" in the way guys and girls use the word "hot". Though, her constant flirting and love for the female gender leads to staring. And when she stares at someone and they notice, it's hard for them to look away from her piercing pale-blue eyes.

Now that we've finished with all that shit, let's move on to fears. Fears. Devan fears many things, though she'll never admit it. She fears bugs, though she loves spiders. She fears gardener snakes and pythons, yet she loves the looks of poisonous snakes. She fears loud noses (like thunder) yet she loves the rain. She hates guys because their jerks, but she can't help but find them hilarious. And she hates stuck-up snobby people, yet she has to agree that they're usually pretty hot.

Hobbies: Writing, Sketching, Dancing (though not in front of people), Skating.
Role: Writer
Devan has always loved writing, mostly horrific stuff where everyone ends up dying at the end. The project was then given, and everyone know right away she was going to be the writer of their horror film.

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Family:
-Terry Mathews (Devan's little half-brother)
-Michel Mathews (Devan's Step-father)
-Hanna Cary-Mathews (Devan's Mother)
-Jacob Cary (Devan's Biological Father)
Known Languages:
-English (first language)
-Irish (second language)

Before college, Devan was living at home with her mother and Michel (who she refuses to call father) and Terry. From the moment Terry was born (when Devan was 17) Devan practically raised him. Her mother and Michel spent everyday either at work or at "adult parties", as they had said. She had waited a few years to finally get to college when she didn't feel like moving out and getting a job. Though she had to do that anyways.