GRIMES, devan ansaldo

[devan]

October 08
The sound of rain hitting the windows of the Grims's home was drowned out by the scream of a newborn. The father smiled and kissed his wife's head as the doctor cleaned up their child. "What is it?" the mother asked, exhaustion very much present. "A boy." the father replied proudly. "A healthy, beautiful boy." The baby was handed to the mother and the doctor smiled at the sight of the happy family. "What shall be his name?" Jofindal (oh yeah, that's big Daddy's name. WHAT.NOW.) asked his wife. Madea hummed absentmindedly as she stroked the cheek of her son. Her son. She liked the sound of that. "Well, what do you have in mind, my love?" she asked. "There are several names from my...friends that would be good for our handsome child. However, I believe my mentor's name-Devan-it is a strong name, I think." Madea repeated the name, satisfied. 'Devan, my son, you shall be loved beyond imagination.'

April 13
A six month old Devan sat in the kitchen as his father prepared lunch. Madea had gone to gather more food for the family, but because boys grow like weeds, father and son were hungry NOW. Jofindal glanced at his son, his pride and joy, as he got the last bit of meat. He began to cute the meat as young Devan scratched his ear quickly. The signs already apparent in Jofin's eyes. The cute little blue eyed cutie noticed his father's gaze and smiled back with a giggle. Jofindal put a small piece of raw meat in his moth to sedate his hunger, as his stomach growled something fierce. The small child saw this strange display and crawled to his father. He was ignored for a while as the older man cooked the meat. Finally, Devan decided he was ignored long enough. The baby boy began to gurgle, squeak, and bounce near his father's leg. What could be more interesting than Devan? Nothing. Jofindal smiled as he picked up the little attention seeker. "I know you're hungry young one." He stirred the meat in the container as it cooked, and the smell filled the old man's nostrils. His saliva glands began to work a bit of overtime and Jofindal licked his lips in antici-........pation. Little Devan began to make a baby sound and smile as the scent filled his senses as well. Father then took a small bit of meat and blew on it, cooling it, as he decided to let his baby sample the delicacy. It was still raw in the center but it mattered not. Jofindal bit most of the meat and left a small, easy to swallow bite for Devan. He placed the meat at his boy’s lips and Devan bit down. He chewed the best he could with the little incomings of teeth he had. He swallowed it, made a high squeal and tried to reach for more. Jofindal's laughter at his son's behavior halted abruptly when he heard his wife's angry voice call his name. She scolded him for feeding her son raw meat. they argued for a time with Devan's crying in the background, adding fuel to their fire. "He's goin to eat raw meat eventually Madea!" Madea halted at her husband's statement. "What do you mean?" he froze for a moment and then left the house. It was the first time Devan witnessed his father leave during an argument, but it was most certainly not the last.

July 5; 10 yrs
Devan had discovered girls. There was this one girl he'd always see on his way home from playing with his friends, Zineia, or Zebadia, or something of that nature. she had raven black hair that she always wore down. He was mesmerized by her. Since their first argument when he was a toddler, Devan had become accustomed to his parents' arguing. It had become a daily thing; if he was lucky they only argued about one subject a day. Usually though they would argue about multiple things and multiple times Devan would curl up i his room and wish with all his little might that he was anywhere but there. Then one day after seeing her for the first time, he's wish changed. He began to wish he was with her. At first it started out as just talking to her at the bakery where he saw her first, but it eventually grew to being anywhere-everywhere with her; this girl whose name he never really knew. And finally one day, he tried talking to her. It didn't go well. Devan was walking home, reciting in his mind what he planned on saying to her over and over and over again. When he arrived at the bakery, instead of being outside like she always had been before, she was inside. Talking to the baker. The baker who picked her up and spun her around and then kissed her cheek. The baker that was apparently, her father. when Devan saw this his plan was thrown out the window. He froze and stared at her or some time before sighing and continuing on his way home. When he got home, he was met with a bag near the door and a loud yell, like an animal's roar. His father stormed out into the hallway and stopped in front of Devan. He knelt down, put his hands on his son's small shoulders, then spoke. "Devan, never forget that you are my son. I love you, and regret you shall not receive my help when your times comes." He kissed his son's forehead and muttered, "Do not ever be ashamed of who you are." Jofindal then stood up and grabbed his bag. And without a glanced back, he left. the sound of the door slamming caught Madea's attention. She yelled as she stomped to the door but stopped short when she saw her son with tears in his eyes, staring at the door. She stormed at him, yelling incoherent things as she began to beat him. Eventually Devan managed to escape. He ran to the bakery, not knowing or caring as to why. He stopped right in front of the girl. They starred at each other, only the sounds of Devan's sniffling breaking the silence between them. "Hey." he said while wiping away some blood creeping down his neck. "Hey." she said back, then turned her head as someone called her attention. She turned back to wave goodbye to Devan and left. Heart-fallen, Devan turned around and headed home. To him it seemed as though it was the end of the world. All in one day he lost everything that mattered to him: his father, his Dream girl, his peace of mind, and his mother's love.

October 01; 15 years
Each day, for the next five years, Madea would yell at Devan. On some days she'd beat him. One day he'd have two gorgeous baby blue eyes, and then the next day he'd have only one gorgeous eye to see out of and the other one would be swollen black & purple to the point where he couldn't see out of it. One day he'd have honey-brown hair that would cover his ears, but then the next day it would be short, unkempt, as if he had gotten into a fight with a pair of scissors and lost. One day, Devan would be wearing a shirt that would stop at his biceps, but then for several weeks he would wear clothes that would cover his entire body. If all these signs were present, why didn't anyone see them? Devan and Madea began to travel after that fateful day. They would go to where the Humans dwelled for that year but they would stay miles away from the major areas. Devan would make friends for two, maybe three weeks if he was lucky, and then he would disappear. He knew Madea hated him, which was a reason for all the movement, he just didn't know why. And then, one day in October, all this stopped. One night she woke him up and slapped him. He sat quietly, eyes down casted, and waited for the beating to continue. But it never did. "You look just like your father." He looked up and saw her wipe her face. She was crying. "You were supposed to be my son. And yet you...you were his. You were always his child..." She walked back over to her sleeping area and let him be. The next morning when Devan awoke, Madea wasn't there. He waited for her. He waited, ate, cleaned up their areas, and waited. She didn't return by nightfall. The next day was the same thing. A before his 16^th birthday, Devan was abandoned.

October 08; 16 yrs
Since the day he realized he was abandoned, Devan had been living near a small town and found work. He worked as a blacksmith's assistant and quickly learned the steps needed to forge metal. it interested him greatly. On his birthay, as a gift, the blacksmith let Devan close up and put everything away. Dev took it as a sign of trust and was happy to do so. Once everything was secure (it better have been, he spend an extra hour making sure) and all safe, he made his way home. The small shelter, because really it wasn’t more than that, was on the outskirts of the town, near the woods. The moon illuminated the ground as Devan happily walked through the night, humming to himself. Suddenly a pain in both his knees had the 16 year old on the ground, groaning in agony. Pain raced throughout his body; hands, nails, face, mouth, lower back, skin. Everything hurt so badly, worse than his mother's beatings. He yelled out for help but a gruesome sound escaped his lips. Then peace. What felt like seconds, were perhaps hours, as Devan lay on the ground just breathing. When he finally got up he realized he was different. His muscles felt different, shifted, he felt taller, and everything seemed to give off a smell. He looked down and saw claws. He raised his left hand and the claw rose. He closed his eyes and tried to take this all in. He began to move his body, adjusting to the new feel of it all. For hours he practice control over this new...him. When he was finally satisfied he got his torn pieces of clothing and made his way back home. When he got to the door, realization hit him like lightening. He dropped the tattered clothing and ran. He ran into the woods and just kept running. The feel of twigs snapping so suddenly beneath his feet, the smell of nature, he took it all in as he ran. He let his senses take over and push the thoughts from his mind. He didn’t think of why he transformed, what he was gonna do afterwards, or how he could change back. He just focused on the sheer intensity he felt. Finally, he felt on the brink of tears and slowed to a stop. He sat against a tree and tried to gather his breath. Slowly, his eyes closed and slept overcame him. He dreamed of nothing, thought of nothing, just passed out.

November 25; 16 yrs
Each night, for the next month, Devan changed into his 'other' form. one night he got mistaken for a wolf and was nearly killed. He had then told everyone he had a wolf with short, light brown fur that liked to run in the woods at night, and to please not kill him. They laughed until they realized he was being serious. When they agreed he let out a sigh of relief and looked forwards to that night's run. When he was hurrying on his way home, however, he bumped into a man that he had not seen before. "Oh, I'm sorry sir." he muttered and tried continue on his way home. The man was not having any of that, though. He grabbed Devan's arm and stopped him. "Excuse me, my lad, but I'm new here. Just got in today, in fact. And well, I'd like to get to know some of my neighbors. Would you care to join me for a...late supper?" Devan bit his lip, worried about the time. “Uh, sorry. I live on the outside, and I need to get back home and feet my pet.” But the man didn’t understand rejection. “Ah! Well let me accompany you. My new home is on the edge, before that large ugly gap between the town and your abode.” The man’s triumphant smirk irked Devan but he said nothing, save for a displeased grunt. Eventually the two made it to the stranger’s house, and Devan intended to quickly escape but life had other plans. Just as the man was opening the door, Dev began to transform. Pain, humiliation, and despair filled him and once his was full fur-form he was ready to bolt. ”My my, what an unexpected, yet not unwelcomed, surprise. A lycan. In human territory. So I am under the impression, dear boy, that this nice little monstrosity is the ‘pet’ you referred to earlier.” The sixteen year old stood still, watching as the man began to undress. “Well, before it gets any later, we might as well get the introductions out of the way, hm?” Devan’s eyes widened as a whimper escaped his jaw. Why was this man getting naked?! And why couldn’t Devan look away?! “My name is Akina. And,” he winced after his pants were removed. Akina didn’t finish his sentence that night, because then, for the first time, Devan witnessed someone other than himself transform into a lycan. That night they ran through the forest together and Akina taught the young boy how to jump from tree to tree, how to communicate with another; how to be a lycanthrope. The next day they didn’t speak much when they saw each other in passing, and it irked Dev. He resolved to make Akina be his mentor. It took him three days to convince the man, and from then they traveled. Together.

Present Day; 29 yrs
For the next few years Devan learned everything about being a lycanthrope from Akina. From the flamboyant man he learened the values of loyalty, trickery, promiscuity, and self-indulgence. He stuck by his mentor’s side when he was (correctly) accused of many a crime, theft and adultery being the most favored. Thanks to Dev’s ‘honest face’ and ‘knock-em-dead’ smile plus eyes combo, about 78% of the time they’d get out of trouble. He learned to lie with a straight face which helped him form long occasionly overlapping liaisons with multiple women. The duo did whatever they wanted, just about whenever they wanted, which meant many times they were nearly killed by the men of the women they seduced. The days were jubilant and the nights were solemn. Devan found himself thinking back to his parents under the light of the stars. When this happened though, Akina was there to snap him out of it and focus back on the beauties of live. It still wasn’t enough for him though. He felt like he needed to do something for him, for Devan. His parents left him and Akina took him in if only to have a little play thing. What did Devan do? What could he call his own? He decided he would join the Champions and represent the lycans. He didn’t care about them, he just wanted to prove to himself he could do this.

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ALIAS :: Lani :3
EXPERIENCE :: 7-8 years yo
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So... There were a lot of typos in this application </feels the need to point this out>, but in spite of that, it was quite interesting. I just about fell off my chair laughing when Dev started to wonder why Akina stripped in front of him. Everything's all set here. I can't wait to see how Devan integrates into the HIWIC community! Don't forget to contact either myself or Ellie with any comments, questions, or concerns.