Saint, Devin.

[Devin Saint]

Me, Me, Me!

Name:
Kizzontoast
Age:
Im a golden oldie. 15 =]
Gender:
Female


The Character

Full Name:
Devin Theodore Saint
Picture:

Nickname(s):
Dervisho, Devi
Gender:
Male
Age:
18
Sexual Orientation:
Questionably Straight
Grade:
Junior due to being held back.
Boarder or Day Student:
Day Student
Clique:

Hey you, what do you see?
Something beautiful, something free?
Hey you, are you trying to be mean?
If you live with apes man, it's hard to be clean//
The beautiful people, the beautiful people

Devin is one of those beautiful people, unique and beautiful but everyone loves him. He’s got it all, and he’s pretty much the picture of popularity and perfection. Bearing this in mind, he usually hangs out with everyone, but belongs to a close-knit group of friends who he would tell anything to. He fits in better with those of the emo/scene kid group, though he can also fit in with the nerds due to his intelligence. However he will never associate with jocks.

Classes:
Honors English
U.S. History
European History
American Problems
French
Spanish

Personality:
You can take the kid from the fight, but you can't take the fight from the kid. To Devin this saying is a way of life not just a quote. Devin is'nt like all the other boys no matter how much of a clone he may look, theres a different style to him that only shines on his best of days and even more so on his worst of days. A problem child in the least is one way to describe Devin. He had an appetite for destruction and enjoys some of the most peculiar sights, for instance seeing a person cry.

Naturally Devin is a dark soul with no real caring for anyone but himself, having grown up with his deadbeat brother for most of his life, Devin lost all caring for others, seeing no reason to helping them when they never even attempted to help him. This brings us to the fact that Devin is terrible for bearing grudges, as the saying goes, forgive and forget, Devin is terrible at both. Forgiving isn't his specialty, and forgetting isn't part of his lifestyle. Devin can hold grudges lasting years, and he has no qualms about doing so. Its important to know that Devin feels regret for nothing, and guilt is most definatly not a word in his vocabulary.

Devin is at first meeting or first glance the kid from the wrong side of the tracks, getting involved in things that weren't meant for kids, and most refer to him as a rebel, but really he isnt. Just a walking cliche of a roughed up poor kid acting up for the attention. However when Devin is allowed that chance for someone to get to know him, its plain to see he has an old head on young shoulders, showing his past of being made to grow up fast.

Devin isn't the bad guy, but Devin isn't the good guy either. He's one of those guys that you dont want to be associated with, yet you dont want to see him on the side of your enemies, in fear of what he might do. Devin ain't no nice guy, but he's not all that bad. Just a kid who got taken from the fight and thrusted into the real world a little bit too soon.

Petty and Bitchy, Devin is famous for being a bitch. Devin is what you could call a recluse when it comes to being human, knowing only feelings of lust and hatred, being able to show compassion is an extreme rarity. In his finely scuplted atheletic body, not one single bone of compassion, genoristy, greatfullness and love could be found. It obvious Devin isnt a virgin, and though he treats women like objects, one could say animals really, he never fails to have the prettiest girl on his arm, covering up his questionable sexuality. It's hard for Devin to ever be nice, in fact not just hard, but merely impossible.

Being in a stable relationship isnt devins forte and he is quick to go from one girl to the other, treating them like the world and a princess one day, then dropping them the next, treating them like the plague. Devin is a charmer, its true and he is smooth and sweet and a gentleman when he wants to be or when he wants something, namely something in the bedroom or a favour, but aside from that, devin is a bitch, but a great friend to those who he likes.

Appearance:
Its best to describe what stands out first, and for Devin its the eyes. Most people would say that though but what makes Devin's so different? How shockingly blue they are. They arent in the least bit an average blue, they are so icy and bright it seems almost unnatural, so blue it makes the water and sky jealous. Sometimes his eyes are just so blue and icy, they aren't blue at all, but a steely grey/silver color colour, which stand out against his creamy white skin. Devin knows his eyes are beautiful, and uses them to his advantage. Because of their strong iciness colour it is almost near impossible to make full eye contact with him.

Devin is pale, extremly pale in fact his skin almost appears to be the colour of milk. So its ironic that he can get such a great tan without burning. His naturally smooth skin excentuates his freakishly beautiful eyes with its white hues, and thanks to this it makes him look too perfect to be real. Devin has two labret/snakebite piercings, and on his hip bones just above the band of his jeans are two jet black surface peircings. Never has there been a love stronger than that of the love between a boy and his peircings. On the back of his neck, just underneath his lushious thick and always overly straightened jet black hair, is a calligraphy tattoo of his daughters name who passed due to miscarriage with her mother. Devin litterally carries his past with him where ever he goes. His lips are the most kissable lips ever seen, plump somehow like a womans yet mysteriously masculine thanks to his peircings. They are a soft peach to pale pink colour and are probably the most inviting thing known to man.

Devin is tall for his age, standing at a nice 6'3 compared to all the other guys sporting a skinny frame and tall height, he appears weak and measly against the rest of them. But being skinny means he dodges easier and can also run faster with his long athletes legs. He's got strong muscular legs that make him one of the fastest runners in all of Shorewood. However his muscles are wasted as Devin refuses to ever take part in school teams. His chest and abs are extremely toned and muscular taking into account he never works out with school teams, who work out frequently, and thanks to a high motaboulism, Devin really never puts weight on. Devin is slightly bit skeletal like a lot of his 'emo' boy friends, and he happens to be totally comfortable in his own skin, loving exactly the way his body and his looks are. He finds himself loved by the camera and has an obsession with taking photos after himself, but then, if you looked like he did you'd definatly want to aswell.

His body is lean, skinny like a rail but with a nice six pack. His ribs clearly visible from beneath his almost translucent skin
showing prominently due to years of anorexia, but now less prominent. Beautiful and magnifecent, but foul under his decievingly perfect exterior, Devin looks like what his second name describes, A saint. But really he is nothing more than blessed with beauty.

Height:
6'1
Family:
Mother:
Hayley-May Saint
Father:
Harold Saint ///deceased///
Siblings:
Jackson Saint - Brother 19
Alexsis Saint - Half sister 12
Other Family Members:
Jenifer Mannings - Stepmother

Likes:
&& Pretty girls
&& Toast
&& The colour purple
&& Photography
&& Cuddles
&& Candy
&& Peircings
&& Tattoos
&& Screamo
&& Metal
&& Britney Spears

Dislikes:
&& People who judge him
&& Photoshop
&& Useless people
&& Stupid people
&& The thought of being fat
&& cake
&& Ice cream
&& Jello
&& Badly made coffee
&& MTV
&& Sellouts
&& Fall out boy

History:
In 1988 London, things couldnt get any more hectic. Buzzing traffic, crime on the streets, all that could make it worse was the birth of Devin Saint. From the moment he came out screaming those set of pipes of his Devin was destined for fame and fortune, not to mention havoc along the way. Growing up Devin had an idealic childhood, he was popular through out pre school, elementary school, middle school and even now at highschool he is popular. There hasnt been a moment when devin hasnt been the center of attention and while he doesnt look like the every day popular person, he is possibly one of the most popular people you will come across.

At the age of six however devin learnt of his families imperfections. His father, a succesful business man married to what the nieghbours described as a 'low life hick yank' had strayed, into the arms of another woman, who he got pregnant. The news of Devins half sister was a shock to everyone, his brother dealt with it and Devin slowly learnt to come to terms with it, his mother however was understandbly a bit pissed off. Even more so when she learned her fathers mistress was being evicted and would be living with them. Devin didnt really understand his father, bringing his mistress and love child to come live with them, he put it down to a sense of duty and chilvalry and then thought nothing of it, thinking again about himself.

When he turned 14 Devin became a model for a teen catalouge, promoting those skater clothes you see so many kids wearing, well you did back in the day. Wherever he went people knew him as the hottie who promoted the clothes for rebels, and fame became instant all because of a few pictures. However there were a few who thought little of him for selling out and selling a trend, and a few friends of his turned to enemies. But that was nothing off devins back, and he recovered quickly, though he would never admit it wounded him a little. Devin only remained a skater model for a short while, quickly remodelling himself into one of the prettiest emo boys around, favouring the skinnies and tight shirts, not to mention his trademark hot pink 'My little pony' hoodie.

But at the age of 17, all the popularity and fame and fortune and glamour devin had built up meant for nothing. His father, the once amazing and seemingly indestructable man, became involved in a car collison. He wasnt driving or anything but merely a pedestrian caught in the wreckage of two cars that had collided. He had been holding on for a few hours but at the hospital announced Dead on arrival. Reading the deeds and will it was made clear that his mother and his fathers mistress were to remain in the house until his half sister becomes the age of 18 when she can succesfully move out, as you can imagine, such carnage. Not to mention the death of his only long term girlfriend who had been carrying his child, claire. Sadly both passed during birth, and at such a tender age, Devin began to loose all caring for most things, school being one of them, failing miserably during his Junior year resulting in him being held back to make up the grades.

On his 18th birthday Devin celebrated it alone, as his brother was out and working some girl, and his mother had had a fight with Jenifer, meaning all the women of the house had stormed off their seperate ways. However the maid, a flirty twenty something gave devin a very special birthday present to make up for the lack of guests, if you get me. ;]

RPG Sample:

Clutching his JD bottle devin sighed, stumbling around like the drunken wonder he was, pissed as a fart and mummuring the lyrics to some of his favourite songs, stopping to forget the words before starting another song in his drunken tones. This wasnt an unusal friday night for him, in fact, getting drunk and wandering around was basically what he did, be it alone or sometimes with rare company. Stopping in his tracks for a moment he laughed drunkenly and bent back as he took a long hard swig from the glass bottle, the feeling of burning from the whiskey pouring down his throat not even registering in his mind. Loosing whatever footing he had Devin fell back, smack landing into a shrub and staring around as if stunned.

Petting the bush lightly he spoke, waving his other hand and then belching slightly. "Sorry sir, pardon me..coming...through!" He pushed himself up with his slender arms, blinking and trying to gather himself. He couldnt really understand just why everything seemed to be moving, and why everything was so dark. Last time he'd checked it was only 4:30 in the afternoon. Looking down at the red mickey mouse watch on his thin wrist he shut his eyes hard, opening them again and getting a moments focused vision. What was that? 7:45pm? Had he really been drinking for that long...maybe that was why it was dark. Confused and drunk out of his mind Devin reached the edge of the cliff, knowing somewhere in the back of his mind this wasnt safe, not in the slightest. But he couldnt care less. As established this wasnt an abnormal way for him to spend his friday evenings, but somehow tonight everything was a little bit different. He'd seen plenty of fights in his household, what with his fathers mistress and his mother living under the same roof, but somehow they'd found a way to make tonights fight more memorable. Devin had been stuck in the middle of it all, getting angrier by the second as the pair bickered like squabbling children. He couldnt hold back, sometimes anger did things to a person. He distinctly remember slapping his fathers mistress round the face, giving her a glare of pure malice and stormed from the house to the sound of his mothers applaud.

He was never one to hit a woman, a man sure, he'd freely slug a guy one no matter what, but he'd always been against hitting women. He blamed his father, not only had that man left him with two bickering 40 something women, but also passed on his temper to the boy. Clutching the neck of the JD bottle Devin sobered gently in his thoughts, still drunk but also serious. Opening his mouth he let out an earthshattering scream, one scream that was low, painful and haunting and seemed to last for 2 straight minutes. Falling to his knees devin felt drained, having used all the stored up energy in his body to let out that one scream, something he'd been dying to let out for weeks. The ground was hard and gravel scratched his smooth cheeks, but he didnt care, and laying down on the floor he stared emotionlessly out over the cliff, wandering whether or not to just take a run and jump. He opened his mouth again and in a soft hoarse voice, started to sing to himself.

Great friday evening.

Celebrity Basis:
Oli Sykes

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