Devon Williams [DONE!]

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† Devon - Mironescu - Williams †

† Devvy, Nitro †

† General Information †

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Full Name: Devon Mironescu Williams
Nicknames: Devvy, Miro, Liams, Nesci, Nescu, Blow, Nitroglycerin, Nitro
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age: 26
Orientation: Heterosexual
Health Problems: Mentally unstable to the point where some have accused her of having multiple personalities. Other health issues include that Devon is slightly anemic, and has issues with low blood sugar meaning she has to keep a decent amount of food in her system or risk migraines and severe trembles. Not that they'd notice.

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† Personality †

Basic Personality: Ah, what’s in a name? Well, apparently, if your female, not much considering you give it up. Devon is the product of a challenged and changed existence you can see. For one, Devon as she was in her youth is different than Devon in her current state. As she is now, more than a few question her sanity. She looks fairly normal. Until you get a good look into her eyes and see…something there. Something that’s either missing… or…warped. Is it intelligence that has been lost, or simply intelligence that has been altered. Warped. It’s up for grabs, that one.

Devon in the past had been known as a lighthearted girl. Her lighthearted-ness has now been warped to be bordering on irresponsibility. But fortunately, some semblance of self control remains. When the situation calls for cleverness and accuracy, Devon’s mind seems to come back to her. She slides out of crazy mode and into what some might call business mode. This is why she’s still in business. If it weren’t for this reversion, no one would hire her.

Normally however, Devon is a lost cause. Often seen with a wild look in her eye and muttering to herself. Most whisper the smokes of the fire that took her husband killed off too many braincells. Others simply say they twisted her mind and she’s insane with a few moments of lucidity. Sometimes, she forgets exactly where and when she is, and most people give her a wide berth.

Her favorite things to do are mostly blowing things up. When around explosives, sanity seems to return. One can actually hold a decent conversation without a random thought popping in and ruining whatever mood there had been. The intelligence is there. The ingenuity that made Devon Mironescu renowned from the age of 11 shows through in spades, and usually floors people seeing it for the first time. Psycho Devon morphs into a sharp minded professional with a tendency to make things she’s near mysteriously explode. Oh wait. She does that all the time...

Likes:
† Blowing things up... If you haven't gathered that yet, you're more insane than she is.
† Keeping herself busy
† Goggles
† Shiny things
† Knives
† Blowing bubbles
† Fire
† Oil

Hates:
† Stuck up Supernaturals
† Things that won't explode
† Snitches
† Spies
† Non flammable materials
† Water


Talents:
† Identifying explosive materials
† Making things explode
† Disturbing people
† 'Sobering up' quickly
† Blowing bubbles of epic proportions
† Proving and Selling Explosives

Habits:
† Carrying explosives around
† Getting distracted by shiny objects
† Muttering to herself as she goes around.
† Switching to professional mode when necessary
† Chewing gum almost constantly
† Getting depressed and stuck in the past
† When in the above state, often feels like getting solidly drunk.

† Appearance †

Skin Color: Freckled and Pale
Hair Color: Black, dyed Red
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Build: Average human female- 5'4, 117, and fading.
Piercings/Scars/Tattoos: A tattoo of a skull and a rose two years old, Right over her heart.
Choice of Clothing: Street clothes, usually in a jacket, leather and brown, a black tanktop, and fatigues lately. Sometimes she wears a pair of nice slacks or tattered jeans. For accessories, she wears a wedding band on her right ring finger. Unable to wear it on the left, but unable to give it up. there is also a romani scarf in a dark reddish brown somewhere on her person.
Other: Usually a little hunched over especially if she's talking to herself.

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† History †

History: You know, its amazing what this life does to you. A classic example is standing right in front of you. Devon was born Devon Amehlia Williams. Yes, her middle name is different now, and you’ll find out as time goes on. She was born right here in the Surrey Boroughs, to a family that did some Izan dealings when they had the time. Devon and her younger sister had always been fascinated by the city life, especially since their parents supplied the Izan with their internal support needs- livestock and produce- After all, it’s got to be hard supplying food for some that are in hiding for so long. They keep the HQ stocked . Interested as mildly as they were, Devon didn’t start with the Izan when she was old enough- soemthign else got I nthe way.

Devon fell madly in love. Problem being, she fell in love with a werewolf. Despite the fact that his family highly disagreed with the union, she married the Romani werewolf, who’s wolf form highly resembled a wild coyote, and they were happily married. The carefree Devon didn’t worry about the social repercussions in the least, and she even helped her husband tinker around. That’s where she first got associated with the things that went boom.

She took to them like sharks on blood. Quickly she was surpassing even Tristan in the skill with which she made her explosives. They were artistic, perfectly calculated, and never exploded before their time. She even began blending explosives just to see how she could make the biggest, bestest bang. And yes, she did use the word bestest. They sold to whoever would take- vampires, humans, weres alike.

It was a wonderful time, but like all wonderful times… it did not last. The mild disapproval on the end of her husband, turned into a fervent disappointment, and then…ultimate disgrace. Tristan knew it was coming, and did his best to try to get Devon out of the house. But the couple had already been boxed into the house, and the lit match had already been tossed toward the supplies of their business. Knowing that would be more devastating than the machine gun firings coming from the outside, Tristan caught the flaming projectile. Unfortuantely, it was one of his own explosives- triggered by outside heat, which his adrenaline fueled blood supplied easily. Smoke clouded the entire building, and that was the last Devon saw. She heard no explosion, only a crack, and smoke…so much smoke… Then the gunfire… If she hadn’t been already on the ground from the smoke, it would have pecked her full of holes.

As it was… By the time Devon came too, the workshop was destroyed, there was blood and charred skin everywhere…

Devon never quite recovered. She abandoned her middle name, took her married name on instead of that, and took her maiden name again. She would have kept her married name, but she was afraid it would bring the angered werewolf pack back to her. This way at least she had a chance. A firm hatred for Werewolves arose, though she never brought herself to hate her Tristan, or those like him. Only the ones that looked down upon the humans, as many in London were wont to do. Highly upset, and vengeful, not to mention slightly insane, she signed on with the Izan, and spends most of her time running explosives through the Weapon dealing faction, even though she disturbs most people, so they feel uncomfortable in her presence.

Her sister, however, ahs been a source of comfort. The signs of insanity diminish around her sister, and Devon doubts she would have survived these last two years without her husband if her sister hadn’t been there to help her through it. The friendship and closeness of their childhood has returned in full force, though Devon often spends more of her time out in the Boroughs or even more commonly, the Blackwater Taverns than in her flat in the city. Safer that way, you know…

Mother/Father: Annadonne Kristin (nee Orin)/Connell Dryr Williams
Siblings: ______ Williams
Offspring: None
Other: Widow of Tristan Mishael Mironescu [Presumed Dead], wife of four years, widowed three.

† Let's talk about you †

Name: Atiri
Other Characters: Winter Raine

[DODES]

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Great job with the canon (by the way, thanks again for taking one). She's so insane that it's a bit amusing... rofl. Anyway, guess I don't have to welcome you to RoO, but enjoy your RPing all the same.