ALREK, devin mathias

[DEVIN MATHIAS ALREK]

DEVINMATHIASALREK



it's not like I need somebody
TELLING ME WHERE I SHOULD GO AT NIGHT

FULL NAME: Devin Mathias Alrek
NICKNAME: Dev, Devvy
AGE: 19
YEAR: Second year
ACCOMMODATION: Ward 2
BIRTHDATE: August 18th
GENDER: male
ORIENTATION: Bisexual
STATUS: single
CANON/ORIGINAL: original

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don't worry you'll find somebody
SOMEONE TO TELL HOW TO LIVE THEIR LIFE

LIKES:

• The sun
  
• Running
  
• Flirting
  
• Boys
  
• Girls
  
• Partying
  
• Getting under everyone's skin
  
• Sneaking up on people
  
• Laying around
  
• Getting his way

DISLIKES:

• The cold
  
• Being alone
  
• Close spaces
  
• Failure
  
• The school
  
• Weakness
  
• Rejection
  
• Competition
  
• His temper
  
• Boredom

STRENGTHS:
-Running
-Stealth
-Protecting those he loves
-Persuasion
WEAKNESSES:
-Keeping a level head under pressure
-His claustrophobia
-Failure
-Boredom
FEARS:
-Death
-Close spaces
GOALS:
-Escaping the school
-Getting revenge on those who changed him
SECRETS:
-Cares deeply for everyone around him, but doesn't show it
-Hurt himself severely during a panic attack when he was only sixteen
DISORDER:
-Bipolar disorder
-Claustrophobia
PERSONALITY:
Devin is usually the most laidback guy you'll ever meet. He seems lazy and bored all the time. he's a nice guy to those he trusts and calls friends. But he is cold to everyone else. He doesn't like showing too many emotions. He is stubborn and likes doing things on his own. He is a shameless flirt who will go after anyone he likes, be it male or female. He is a brute, but is least likely to lash out without thinking first. He usually just yells and attacks when he's truly ticked off. He is mostly calm and laidback. He likes sneaking up on people and scaring them. He also likes annoying everyone to get a laugh. He does it to get a laugh and some amusement. he has been known to hold long grudges, so watch your step. Devin, unlike the rest of his family, is a sweet, fun-loving guy. But he does have a bad temper, which was inherited from his mother.

Some flaws that Devin suffers from is his claustrophobia. He can't stand to be in enclosed spaces. He needs to be distracted from it or else he'll go into a sever panic attack. The other is his Bipolar disorder. His Bipolar is mild, but can intensify given the situation. He hates the disorders and sees them as a weakness, which he hates. Devin has a complex where he has to be successful and strong. He can't stand to be held back for anything. if he fails, he gets angry with himself. He often beats himself up by making him work harder. Sometimes he evn hurts himself physically, but this often rare. He is a kind guy who has a reputation for being distant and cold. Those who are close to him know how he really is. He often changes the way he is to keep everyone on his side. But when someone angers him he can use those who are close to him to turn their back on them and shun them from the group. He doesn't really want to be a brute, but he will if he needs to be. He doesn't like being alone, so he tries hard to make many friends.

'cause you're so perfect
AND NO ONE MEASURES UP

PB: Frances McFelcox
HEIGHT: 6'0"
WEIGHT: 155lbs
HAIR: Light brown with coppery highlights, hort, neck length, messy
EYES: Blue/Grey
BODY TYPE: Lean muscled, fair complection
MUTATION:
Retractable claws have formed on his hands. A thin, unnoticable layer of fur has shown up on his skin. A set of tan, spotted cheetah ears have relaced his naormal human ones. Black lines have formed, traling from his tear ducts to his chin like the 'tears' of a cheetah. Last of all is a long, flexible cheetah has sprouted from his tailbone. His chest chavity will soon grow more hollow and barrel like to allow him to run faster and longer than before. His bone density will change to make him more flexible. His bones will become longer to support his new atheletic prowess. For now he only maintains half of the appearance of a cheetah.
STYLE:
Devin's style mainly consists of fitted shirts and jeans. He has no preference on labels as long as it's loose, yet form-fitting. He can be described as punkish. He likes wearing sleeveless shirts to show off his lean muscled build. He wears studded wrist bands and belts. Along with skinny jeans. His shoe preference is mainly skater shoes like DC and Vans. He isn't picky about what he wears but in teh cold he only wears a heavy hoodie. He likes chains and often wears a small chain that is hooked to his belt loops. So his style is a mix of punk, rocker, and skater.

yeah all by yourself
YOU'RE ALL MESSED UP

MOTHER: mikaela hunnam - 43 - dancer - helsinki, finland
FATHER: adrien alrek - 45 - mechanic - helsinki, finland
SIBLINGS: n/a
OTHER RELEVANT FAMILY: gideon hunnam - 21 - tattoo artist - new york city
alexia hunnam - 21 - model - new york city
HISTORY:
Devin grew up in Olso, Norway. he had no siblings and lived with his father. He lived a normal life. As normal as anyone's life could be when you witness the divorce of your mother and a man you've never met. Devin always though his mother was his mother and was married to his father. But he was simply a product of an affair. He discovered that he had siblings at a young age. A set a twins from Finland, which he will only know as his half-siblings. His mother had been happily married to these twins' father and that marriage had ended. His mother had lived with his father from that day on. Seeming to have settled down with him. Devin wasn't sure how to treat his mother. Sure when he was older, he began to hate her for destroying her own family. He felt like he couldn't call her mother. So everytime they talked he called her by her real name.

He had to move to Finland so his parents could live together. He had witness the things his mother did to his half-brother. He didn't say anything, but would often get in the way to help him out. His mother never struck him when he did that. She would stop and leave the room. So in a way, she favored Devin over Gideon. They may have only been half-siblings, but they cared for each other, but his half-brother never thanked him and showed him hatred and jealousy. Devin kept to himself and would always stay by his father's side. Following him to work whenever he could. His father had no knowledge of what his mother did, and if he did he didn't take any action toward it. Devin had been diagnosed with claustrophobia when he was thirteen. His mother had locked him in a closet to keep from interfering with her beating Gideon. Devin had a severe panic attack and beat on the door, punching it as hard as he could to open it, finally he kicked as hard as he could and the lock broke on it, flinging the door open right then.

He was hospitalized with a few broken fingers and a broken rib from getting in line of his mother's kick. He and Gideon were hospitalized on the same day. From then on a truce was made between the two. Gideon no longer hated him and they started acting like actual brothers instead of half-brothers. Bipolar came shortly after when he started arguing with his mother. He usually was calm around her, but he grew violent around her. A fifthteen, he was stolen away from home by a group of strange men. He was taken from the home in his sleep and taken to a shcool where he was experimented on. He is still in the school to this day, no one knows what happened to him. His parents were convinced that he ran away but his half-brother was sure that never happened. He is still experimented on and the radiation has turned him into a human-cheetah hybrid. He is miserable in the school, but doesn't show it. He is slowly counting down the days until he can escape.

i was losing myself
TO SOMEBODY ELSE

OOC NAME: Desi
AGE: 17
AREA: America...in the south
CODEWORD: -edit-
RP SAMPLE: can be from another site. must meet word count.

Gideon had been enjoying his nightly rounds. It had become a commong routine in his life after moving to New York. It seems this foreigner fit perfectly with the fast paced crowds and the sleeplessness the city had brought on. Ever since Roxy mentioned taking him to New York, her homeland, Gideon had been wary of what might happen to him. But now that he had gained freedom from her, he felt as if he could do anything without fear of being punished or guilt tripped. So here he was, strutting down the street, laughing loudly and blowing kisses to a group of females and a few males he had come to associate with. He was leaving Pulse and moving on to the second club in town, the Joint Dance Club. He had been there a few times before but he always migrated to Pulse at night because of a certain male.

He glanced up at the bouncer, staring him down. The bouncer nodded and moved out of the way. Gideon smirked, eyes dazed from a slight buzz he had had adapted from a few drinks back at Pulse. He could still think straight as he endtered the dimly lit club. His eyes slowly adjusted tothe flashing lights and merged with the huddled, rapidly moving, bodies. He grinned, looking around and sliding himself between couples, stealing away whoever he found intriguing, no matter if they were male or female. A harsh laugh rang out as he recieved glares for his actions. He was out to have fun and party, maybe sleep with a few lucky people, not start fights. He made his way to the bar, slamming his arms down on the bar top, shaking his two toned bangs from his eyes.

A seductive smirk graced his lips as he scanned the faces around the bar. His icy gaze rested on a familiar face. His heart didn't skip a beat because his clouded mind didn't register what had happened between them. He played t off as if she was another playmate. He looked up at a female bartender and sent her a flirtavious grin. "I'll have a glass a straight vodka, thanks" He order, winking at her, his voice smooth and languid. The bartender rolled her eyes and went off to get his drink. Gideon's eyes flickered back to that familiar face. He pushed off the bar top and slid his left hand acrossed it as he walked toward her. Being buzzed and his normal very forward self, he slid his arms around her waist, not caring about how she'd react. He was a free man now and was enjoying every minute of it.

He pressed his chest against her back, holding her tight, being sure not to bind her arms so she can still drink. "Did you miss me?" He growled softly, his mouth close to her ear. He smirked and bit the top of her ear, growling seductively. He was curious of her reaction. he didn't pull away to see it, just held her close and waited. He glanced up and moved one arm to take the glass in his hand, pulling back only to take a swig. The bitter burning aftertaste never bothered him, he was used to it. He then leaned in, tightening his hold on her, placing a soft, tender kiss on her neck, the smirk never leaving for a second.

word count;; 628
tag;; Jamie
lyrics;; Don't Trust Me - 3OH3
outfit;; Here!
muse;; Amazing

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