Post by Anna on Jul 31, 2016 19:36:30 GMT -5
Devon Sage Wallace
Basics
| Age: 25 | Gender: Female |
| Orientation: Bisexual | Status: Single |
| Hometown: Helper, Utah | Faceclaim: Abi Fox |
Appearance
Devon is a pretty girl, though her features seem striking. Her facial structure is very defined. She has full lips, a small nose, and big, blue eyes. She has a chin clef, as well. Her skin is a nice olive tone. Her hair is dark brown, which she usually keeps up in a messy bun. She’s an average height of five feet, six inches tall, and she is extremely skinny from her years of living on a hiking trail. She’s also very toned and athletic due to the hiking trails as well. She has her ears gauged, though she doesn’t wear plugs. She wears thicker earrings. As a dare when she was in high school, she got a tramp stamp. It’s your typical one: a red heart. She also has an autism awareness ribbon tattooed behind her ear.
Personality
Devon isn’t an easy person to get along with. She doesn’t let people in easily, and it’s only gotten worse since Casey died. She is very cold and distant. She rarely ever cracks a smile or laughs. She’s an extremely hard worker, though, and she knows how to have fun. She loves being out in the wilderness, something she never thought she would enjoy much. She’s quick on her feet, and she knows how to handle herself if she ever needed to. She’s clever, sneaky, and she knows how to get what she wants or needs. She’s willing to break a few rules to get to where she wants to be. She can be super sarcastic, and people often take it the wrong way.
History
Devon was born on June 22nd, 1991. She was born to her mother and only her mother. Once Melanie had found out she was pregnant, the father left. Melanie had been sixteen when she had Devon. So, their lives were tough. They lived in the living room of Melanie’s mom’s apartment. Melanie’s father had passed away when she was twelve, so it was just her mother (Grace), Melanie, and Devon. Grace was the one who raised Devon. Melanie was often out with her friends or her guy of the month. Grace was the one who taught Devon how to act and the one Devon went to when she was hurting or upset.
Things were like that until Devon was six. That’s when Louie appeared in the picture. Louie was a drunken asshole who decided to move into the crammed apartment with them. He was dating Melanie for a few weeks before leaving without word. Melanie was a mess, thinking Louie had been the one. Devon had never liked him, but that was okay, since it was so short lived. She was rarely ever around him, seeing as Melanie was never there anyway.
A month later, Louie was back in the picture. Only this time, he stayed around the house more, as did Melanie. Devon had started sleeping in her grandmother’s room, and she would often hide under the bed or in the closet when Louie and Melanie were arguing. Often times their fights would lead to things being thrown or slammed. Grace eventually kicked the two of them out, telling Melanie she could return when she grew up. Grace had to get another job in order to help keep things running smoothly for Devon.
Devon started doing better in school and behaving better, though she was never one to talk to strangers. She often would shy away from them or hide behind her grandmother when she was approached by people she barely knew. She never really played with the kids at school, but she did enjoy building things on her own, such as in the sand box or with the blocks at school. Things were going pretty great for the two of them until eight months later when Melanie came back. She was holding a baby and said that Louie was gone from their lives.
That’s when Devon met Casey. Casey was her new baby brother. Casey didn’t really do much aside from sleep. Devon found him fascinating, though. She vowed to be the best sister she could be to him. She promised to protect him for as long as she lived. Anytime Melanie needed help with something having to do with Casey, Devon was the first to volunteer to help. She would change his diapers, pour his bottles, get his binky, etc. She would stay up with him at night when he cried, singing him soft songs.
When Casey was almost two years old, he was diagnosed with Autism. He wasn’t extreme on the spectrum, but enough to have some developmental delays. None of them knew how to handle a child with Autism, so Grace and Melanie would go to support groups and read books on caring for children with Autism. Devon just kept being the best big sister she could, which meant soothing him when he was upset or reading him stories or making him giggle. Life wasn’t easy for the three women and baby, but they managed.
When Devon was in high school, Casey was in elementary school. Often times Casey would come home crying or ask to call Devon while she was in class because she was the only one who he wanted to be around. She would often cut class to take care of her brother, and it wasn’t like her mom or grandmother cared. They were busy working, so as long as the kids were safe, they didn’t care what they did. When Devon was a sophomore in high school, Grace started slipping mentally. She began forgetting things and forgetting to put clothes on or a shoe. Eventually, she was diagnosed as having dementia.
Devon was left to take care of her grandmother and Casey while her mother worked three jobs to support the family. Which meant that Devon would skip class to go be a kid. She would smoke and party and drink with the older kids whenever she could. She needed an escape. Her and Melanie would often get into fights, which would often lead Devon to run out, slamming the door. Often times she would come home to Casey crying in the corner of the room, her mother trying to soothe him. Grace would be off doing her own thing. Devon would end up feeling horrible, wrapping her arms around Casey in order to comfort him. She would tuck him into bed, and she would fall asleep sitting in a chair next to his bed.
Once Devon turned eighteen, she got a full time job, which she worked at nights. She was home with her grandmother and her brother during the day, and then at nights, she was at work. Her mother worked days and was home with the two at night. It worked out for them, and they didn’t have to hire a nurse for her grandmother. When she was 20, her grandmother passed away from her dementia. She had forgotten how to swallow, which meant she couldn’t eat or drink. It was hard on the family, but they managed to get through it. Three years later, though, Casey (who was 17) had been walking home from school by himself.
Devon had been making dinner when she realized that it was nearly four and he wasn’t home. That wasn’t how he was. He was always home by 3:10. No later, no earlier. He was a creature of habit. She immediately knew something was wrong, and she turned the stove off before running out of the house, yelling for him. She walked around for three hours, missing her shift at work, before a police officer saw her wandering around. He looked panicked, and so did she. He told her that they had been calling the house but no one was answering. He told her that Casey had been injured badly, and that a cook in a diner had chased off some kids who were beating him up. The officer gave her a lift while she called her mother.
Once at the hospital, the panicked Devon searched for her brother, finding him in a private room. The nurse had been sitting with him, giving him lollipops and playing games with him to keep him calm. Devon immediately hugged her brother, tears rolling down her face. She thanked the nurse profusely. She stayed with Casey that night, and then she took him home the next day. She stopped and bought him chocolate chip pancakes from a local diner, and she took him to see a movie. She wanted to make him feel happiness instead of pain and suffering. She tucked him into bed that night, falling asleep in the chair next to him like she had when they were younger.
But the next morning Casey didn’t wake up. Devon was frantic. She called 911, and they tried to save him, but it had been too late. He had a slow brain bleed. Devon’s world crumbled. She had no idea what to do without her brother. He was her world. As soon as the funeral was over, Devon packed her things and left. She traveled around the country, living in a tent on hiking trails. She got a job as a wilderness guide, guiding people through some of the country’s toughest trails. She was too busy to think about her life problems. She was doing what she did best: running away. Then she got an offer to hike some trails in Chile.
Things were like that until Devon was six. That’s when Louie appeared in the picture. Louie was a drunken asshole who decided to move into the crammed apartment with them. He was dating Melanie for a few weeks before leaving without word. Melanie was a mess, thinking Louie had been the one. Devon had never liked him, but that was okay, since it was so short lived. She was rarely ever around him, seeing as Melanie was never there anyway.
A month later, Louie was back in the picture. Only this time, he stayed around the house more, as did Melanie. Devon had started sleeping in her grandmother’s room, and she would often hide under the bed or in the closet when Louie and Melanie were arguing. Often times their fights would lead to things being thrown or slammed. Grace eventually kicked the two of them out, telling Melanie she could return when she grew up. Grace had to get another job in order to help keep things running smoothly for Devon.
Devon started doing better in school and behaving better, though she was never one to talk to strangers. She often would shy away from them or hide behind her grandmother when she was approached by people she barely knew. She never really played with the kids at school, but she did enjoy building things on her own, such as in the sand box or with the blocks at school. Things were going pretty great for the two of them until eight months later when Melanie came back. She was holding a baby and said that Louie was gone from their lives.
That’s when Devon met Casey. Casey was her new baby brother. Casey didn’t really do much aside from sleep. Devon found him fascinating, though. She vowed to be the best sister she could be to him. She promised to protect him for as long as she lived. Anytime Melanie needed help with something having to do with Casey, Devon was the first to volunteer to help. She would change his diapers, pour his bottles, get his binky, etc. She would stay up with him at night when he cried, singing him soft songs.
When Casey was almost two years old, he was diagnosed with Autism. He wasn’t extreme on the spectrum, but enough to have some developmental delays. None of them knew how to handle a child with Autism, so Grace and Melanie would go to support groups and read books on caring for children with Autism. Devon just kept being the best big sister she could, which meant soothing him when he was upset or reading him stories or making him giggle. Life wasn’t easy for the three women and baby, but they managed.
When Devon was in high school, Casey was in elementary school. Often times Casey would come home crying or ask to call Devon while she was in class because she was the only one who he wanted to be around. She would often cut class to take care of her brother, and it wasn’t like her mom or grandmother cared. They were busy working, so as long as the kids were safe, they didn’t care what they did. When Devon was a sophomore in high school, Grace started slipping mentally. She began forgetting things and forgetting to put clothes on or a shoe. Eventually, she was diagnosed as having dementia.
Devon was left to take care of her grandmother and Casey while her mother worked three jobs to support the family. Which meant that Devon would skip class to go be a kid. She would smoke and party and drink with the older kids whenever she could. She needed an escape. Her and Melanie would often get into fights, which would often lead Devon to run out, slamming the door. Often times she would come home to Casey crying in the corner of the room, her mother trying to soothe him. Grace would be off doing her own thing. Devon would end up feeling horrible, wrapping her arms around Casey in order to comfort him. She would tuck him into bed, and she would fall asleep sitting in a chair next to his bed.
Once Devon turned eighteen, she got a full time job, which she worked at nights. She was home with her grandmother and her brother during the day, and then at nights, she was at work. Her mother worked days and was home with the two at night. It worked out for them, and they didn’t have to hire a nurse for her grandmother. When she was 20, her grandmother passed away from her dementia. She had forgotten how to swallow, which meant she couldn’t eat or drink. It was hard on the family, but they managed to get through it. Three years later, though, Casey (who was 17) had been walking home from school by himself.
Devon had been making dinner when she realized that it was nearly four and he wasn’t home. That wasn’t how he was. He was always home by 3:10. No later, no earlier. He was a creature of habit. She immediately knew something was wrong, and she turned the stove off before running out of the house, yelling for him. She walked around for three hours, missing her shift at work, before a police officer saw her wandering around. He looked panicked, and so did she. He told her that they had been calling the house but no one was answering. He told her that Casey had been injured badly, and that a cook in a diner had chased off some kids who were beating him up. The officer gave her a lift while she called her mother.
Once at the hospital, the panicked Devon searched for her brother, finding him in a private room. The nurse had been sitting with him, giving him lollipops and playing games with him to keep him calm. Devon immediately hugged her brother, tears rolling down her face. She thanked the nurse profusely. She stayed with Casey that night, and then she took him home the next day. She stopped and bought him chocolate chip pancakes from a local diner, and she took him to see a movie. She wanted to make him feel happiness instead of pain and suffering. She tucked him into bed that night, falling asleep in the chair next to him like she had when they were younger.
But the next morning Casey didn’t wake up. Devon was frantic. She called 911, and they tried to save him, but it had been too late. He had a slow brain bleed. Devon’s world crumbled. She had no idea what to do without her brother. He was her world. As soon as the funeral was over, Devon packed her things and left. She traveled around the country, living in a tent on hiking trails. She got a job as a wilderness guide, guiding people through some of the country’s toughest trails. She was too busy to think about her life problems. She was doing what she did best: running away. Then she got an offer to hike some trails in Chile.
After the Crash
| Friends: None | Enemies: Not really |
She’s usually seen by herself near the beach or in the caves exploring. She was lucky enough to have her hiking boots on when she crashed, which makes her life so much easier in the jungle. She helps get food and water for everyone, so she’s not a total waste of space. She actually does care whether these people live or die, and she’s decided to use her survival skills for the good of the camp. Ever since the crash, she’s been seeing Casey, as well. She can often be seen sitting by herself in a secluded area talking to herself, though she thinks its Casey. Deep down she knows that he’s not really there, but she doesn’t want to let him go.
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