WEST, devon blake

[devonblakewest]

devon blake west.

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/ i want to voice this out loud

full name. Devon Blake West
stage name. West
nicknames. Dev, Devvie, West
age & dob. twenty one & march nineteenth
gender. female
sexual orientation. straight
career. crew; costumes
hometown. santa rosa california


/ it's therapeutic somehow

height. five feet six inches
eyes. green
hair. brown and layered
build. slim, slightly fit
distinguishing features. she has a scar on her knee from when she was running away.
play-by. megan fox (thank you sid <3 )


/ so i'm moving to new york

loves. her job, running, control, writing, makeup, dresses, jeans, mens clothing, infants, puppies
hates. high maintenance people, pugs, children, perverted old men, people with no humor, ruined costumes, ruined rehearsals, wrongs, imperfection
quirks. She fiddles with her hair when she's anxious. She bites her lip when she's nervous. And fidgets her leg when she's irritated
aspirations. own her own set, be on camera a few times, make her name known.
secrets. she ran away from home, she burned down her fathers school.
personality evaltuated.
Devon's dad was the principal of a big, rich high school. She grew up being molded into the perfect daughter. But then she cracked out of that shell in her Junior year. She learned to mess around with the house security system and partied her ass off while her parents slept soundly thinking their precious, perfect daughter was asleep as well.

She has a wandering mind; curious and imaginative. And when she is curious there is rarely a time when she won't solve to figure it out.

She's an atheist. Which is one stain her family could never hide despite their efforts to make her the perfect person. She likes to explore things, like why someone would believe in something they'd never seen or heard from. She learned that judgment and opinion was just that; people went around all the time saying that being the principals daughter couldn't be that bad without ever really thinking about it. But she knew for a fact that it was just pure hell. It just wasn't her or who she was going to be.

She is quite predictable as well, unfortunately. If you yell at her or say that she did something wrong, you can safely bet that she will clamp up and pick up an interest at studying her feet instead of looking at you. And even though it isn't her fault and it grinds her organs to do so, she'd probably mutter an apology.


/ i've got issues with my sleep

father. Robert Thomas West , forty three , high school principal.
mother. Nancy (nie. Robertson) West , forty , house mom.
siblings. full name , age , occupation.
pets. if any.
other family.
history evaluated.
Devon's mother is the exact opposite of her father. In a way, her mother is the one who is dominant in the relationship. If people knew how Devon's father was at home, they'd probably have no respect for him at all. With her mother around, there is no spine to Principal West. At home, he is simply Rob. And he replies curtly to that demand. While Devon's mother, Nancy, was pregnant with Devon's non existent sibling, it was all precious, sweet loving. But then just a few months before the birth of that supposed to be child, Nancy was in a car accident. Needless to say she lost the baby that would have been Devon's older brother. Or maybe after that child, they wouldn't have had Devon. But she did, and they had. It took a year for her mother to get over it and give into trying to have another child with Rob. He was the one who wanted to try again. And when they had Devon, she became the little angel in life. Her mother wasn't so welcoming. Her mother wanted a son to raise, someone who could take the reigns. Devon just sees her mother as demented, but never voices it out. Her family is supposed to be perfect inside and outside, because that's what everyone says. But as usual, her mother was good at playing her part of the perfect, loving mother. Until Devon turned thirteen. Then she was on her own whenever Daddy wasn't around and her mother became the evil witch from Devon's favorite childhood stories. What a witch. It became a very fitting nickname that Devon called her, in or out of ear range. Not that Nancy cared since she felt the same way about her own daughter. Twisted mother, right? No one would think it's possible, but some people are just made of ice.

Anyway, Devon hit middle school and the affect of her mother's oh so loving compassion effected her. She stayed quiet in class and when there was a group project, she did her part then went quiet again. It was something treasured when Devon spoke up or gave a joy of laughter. Not too many people saw it or heard her voice for very long. This is how she spent the majority of her middle school days. It was when she became a freshman that she felt herself changing in many ways. She became the same shape as her mother and hated her body for quite some time. She discovered what boys were for and that girls were just as cruel as her mother. She learned that her dad did happen to have his own spinal cord and was able to demand control. In her second week of being a freshman, she'd finally cracked a bit of her shell. Only a few people ever stuck around her for long. But she always told herself before going to bed that as long as she had her books, she'd never be so alone. Saying this only made her feel more alone than ever. And because of this twist in her life, she rebelled against everything she ever grew up with. She never outright disobeyed, but she was known after a while to sneak out and drink booze with people she'd met just that night.

By the time she reached her sophomore year, she was full of wonder and amazement from the summer of spending her nights out at parties and her parents oblivious, while her mother bossed the man of the house around. Devon ignored the demands that were directed at her, simply because she was proving to her mother that she wasn't the only one with balls around the West's residence. And by the time she as Junior Devon formed a this black pit of resentment against her mother. And her father for being so weak around her mother. That just wasn't real love. That was fake. And she hated being a part of it. It was then she decided to break down the one wall her father had against everything else... and burned down the school. With his castle gone, Devon only hoped that he'd finally, finally man up and be the father he needed to be. To actually take charge of her insane mother and realize how stupid this family was.

Shortly after the burning down, she ran away from home to make her own life. She had gotten summer jobs for the past two years and saved enough to own her own tiny, dingy, disgusting apartment. But to her, it was everything; her pride and joy. Then she landed gigs behind the scenes and knew it was her calling. She was important without having spotlight spilled all over her.

/ christmas came early for me

alias. michelle
years of rp experience. four!
other characters. none so far
how did you find us. sidsid!
roleplay sample.

Thank God it was Friday. That was all Devon could think in the ridiculous cheerleader uniform she was currently sporting. Because being a cheerleader meant that every Friday you dressed in uniform to show your cheerleader spirit. Too bad it was non existent with Devon. Roman had been the one to sign her up as a cheerleader. He'd never admit it, but she knew it was him behind it. And she was damned if she didn't get her revenge back. She felt ridiculous in the uniform, even though everyone she saw and knew were telling her she looked great. Didn't every cheerleader look great? Wasn't that the whole job of being a cheerleader? Looking good twenty four seven? Whatever.
Devon thought it was and it wasn't her thing. But she needed to keep her smile on and just keep conversing with the people who spoke to her since she couldn't just ignore them. Now that she was cheerleader a number of the younger years looked up to her and though she was the shit that spit out sunshine.

As stated previously, she felt ridiculous. And she was going to do everything she could to get back at her best friend, "Roman Carter, you are so dead." She muttered to herself, looking over at the classroom clock. It told her that the bell for lunch was supposed to have ran already. Stupid school time. She stood up anyway, and gathered her things, ignoring as the teacher kept on talking. There were benefits in being a cheerleader after all, she decided, once she slipped out of the classroom door without one comment from the teacher. She peered down at the uniform and pulled the shirt up a little, hating how the uniform showed off nothing worth showing off. Of course, the one time she'd actually end up in a cheerleader uniform it wasn't even skimpy. She rolled her eyes a little, letting the shirt go so that it would cover up her naval again and just made her way to the cafeteria. Normally, she was supposed to sit with the rest of the cheerleader group, but she was sick of hearing the word cheer and cheerleader and didn't want to hear their loud, annoying voices anymore today. All they did was bug her about Roman Carter anyway. Ha, being his best friend sure came with a lot.

She let her backpack drop onto one of the cafeteria tables, glad that Helton took pride in their cleanliness and appearance. The tables weren't cheap, anyone could tell just by looking at them. And the janitors were hired to clean up any spots and leave the surfaces glistening. Devon hated it but was glad she didn't have to worry about getting her stuff dirty. She pulled her hair down from its high ponytail that was yet another regulation with the school. Hair up, uniform and pristine manner. God, this school was going to kill her one day. It was like the exact opposite of what she was. She ruffled her hair a little, missing the way it felt when it was down, since she'd had it up the whole for school. But she had to tie it back up so she wouldn't get into trouble. Then she pulled at the shirt again and the skirt that went all the way down to her knees. Well it was supposed to, but she'd managed to get a size smaller so that it was shorter, but every cheerleader did that, so there was no reason to actually go with a knee length skirt. She tied her hair back up and plopped down onto the table, not caring that she was sitting on the table, there was no one around to kick her off just yet. She reached into her bag for a while before pulling out of her text books. There was paper sticking out from it, which was really the homework she hadn't finished yet. She pulled out her favorite pen, green ink, and chewed on the end while she looked over the work, not looking up when people started to pile in. She heard her name called a few times, but she just waved a hand not even looking up from her work. Her school work was probably the nerdiest thing about her since she cared about her work being presentable and everything. most people didn't believe she did her own work, but she did. School wasn't something that was difficult for her, just the tedious, time consuming classes...

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