Post by Devon on Mar 17, 2010 19:41:48 GMT -5
Full Name: Devon Tristan Richardson
Alias: Riptide
Age: 18
Nationality: United States Citizen
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Height: 5'11 in
Weight: 180 lbs
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Brown
Handedness: Forced Ambidextrous
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Physical Appearance:
Apparel & Accessories:
- Apparel
- Urban Bucket Hat
- Various Hooded Sweatshirts
- Various Collared Shirts
- Various Tee Shirts
- Various Dress Pants
- Various Cargo Pants
- Dress Shoes
- Running Shoes
- Various Boots
- Accessories On Hand
- Dorm, Home, and Motorcycle keys
- Motorola Razor Cell Phone Black
- Wallet containing one grand in cash, school ID, and drivers license
- Dorm, Home, and Motorcycle keys
- Vehicle
Personality: His personality, like most, is complex. However Devon is a little easier to understand the basics of without a psych evaluation, one merely needs to see two aspects of his personality and they will know all they need to keep themselves out of too much trouble.
On the surface he is placid, a flat body of water that can seem either peaceful or distant. He is usually seen with a neutral expression, drifting from one task to the next with trained precision. On the occasions he does not find merit in a task he will become distant and quiet, it's hard to tell given his normal disposition, and if you don't keep an eye on him he can up and dissipate completely.
The other aspect of his personality is what earned him his alias, Riptide. While he is quite placid during normal occasions, that isn't to say that he is just drifting about completely unaffected by those around him. More like the calm before a storm, or the undercurrent of an outgoing tide, his anger can come on swiftly and unexpectedly. He has been known to send students that earn this side of his temperament to the hospital, but generally he keeps himself in check and uses his anger to take the dominant position in a situation.
In the last few years of his life he's a bit more patient, which only adds to the ferocity of his anger. It is hard to discern if this is something he forces on himself, as a trait he feels he needs to learn, or if he is like this naturally. It would take a keen eye and a close relationship to know for certain, as it could be simple maturity.
Has also shown a startling lack of guilt or empathy to those he choses to confront, or those whom he is engaged in combat with. There will be no 'Sorry I broke your shin' notes coming from him, but so far he has not gone much farther then temporary injuries and bone breaks when facing an opponent.
One thing some find odd about him is that when he is comfortable, or in a situation he enjoys, he is not just a placid man that avoids social interactions. He is quite witty and intelligent in his speech, and tends to taunt others with words and phrases either beyond their knowledge or outside of the current generations lingo. At no point has he considered himself above taunting an opponent if it served his goals, and he seems to have a keen insight into just where to jab the needle.
Combat Style:
History: Devon's youth was structured, a bit strict, and isolated. He never knew his mother, only knowing what she looked like through pictures that his father kept around the house. His favorite had been the image of himself as an infant with her, and he was very aware of how he missed her presence.
When he asked his father why she wasn't there he was told very little. The story went pretty simply, she wasn't with them any longer. During one of the few opportunities he had to play with others his own age Devon went to a local park, one he had seen from the car when he would go out on occasion to watch a movie with his father.
It seemed that even if he didn't get out often he was pretty well known, the child locked up in a house without much interaction. Parents gossiped, and the kids got the impression he was weird. This made him nervous when he ran away to visit the park out of curiosity. No one seemed to want to play with him, and he didn't know how to approach them.
He watched from a sandbox for half an hour, seeing other kids play, watching one play with his mother. It was one of the first times he realized how much he missed his own, and holding back tears he ran up to the boy and swung his little fist, a trace of Qi transferring through the wild swing due to how suddenly his emotions swelled.
When he was picked up by his father it turned out that he had hit the boys arm hard enough to bruise, and the muscle had been damaged enough that it hadn't been able to be moved properly for several minutes. The incident was kept quiet, and he began to loose his childish traits. He didn't want to play anymore, or try and convince his father to let him watch movies.
He wanted praise, he wanted to make someone love him enough for the parent he was missing. Not realizing his father would be proud of him with or without the way he changed Devon decided that the way he changed his personality earned him more praise, and he motivated himself to become skilled in the thing he gained the most praise from while he improved, fighting skills.
The way he viewed his father was that of fearful respect, and the older he grew the less he wanted praise, and the more he wanted power and control. This came about when he was enrolled in high school at the age of fourteen. For the first two years he showed a tendency to take a commanding position as often as possible, and fought enough to gain experience and confidence. He gained these fights by taunting quite effectively.
After three years in this system he had become better attuned to his skills, but he wasn't meant to stay and build his power in the student hierarchy. Instead it turned out that his father's company was relocation due to wild increases of tax on high earning families in their previous state. And so they uprooted and transplanted to another state, more importantly another school district. In a show of teenage independence he applied himself to use the school dorms, even with a local home.
Housing[/u]
- Dorm
- Local Residence
Miscellaneous.[/u]
Cases Of Hurting Students: 0[/ul]
| Slot | Item(s) |
| Head | |
| Hat/Bandana | Row 19 Column 2 |
| Earrings | Row 20 Column 2 |
| Glasses | Row 21 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Torso | |
| Shirt | Row 2 Column 2 |
| Jacket/Coat | Row 3 Column 2 |
| Necklace | Row 4 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Arms | |
| Arm | Row 6 Column 2 |
| Wrist | Row 7 Column 2 |
| Gloves | Row 8 Column 2 |
| Ring | Row 9 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Legs | |
| Pants | Row 11 Column 2 |
| Shin | Row 12 Column 2 |
| Shoes | Row 13 Column 2 |
| Belt | Row 14 Column 2 |
| [/td | |
| Misc | |
| 1 | Row 16 Column 2 |
| 2 | Row 17 Column 2 |
Base Stats
Dexterity: 25
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 25
Charisma: 5[/ul]
Current Stats
Dexterity: 25
Constitution: 10
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 29
Charisma: 5[/ul]
Statistic History:
- Thread: After Party
Type: Social, character development +1 Wisdom
Participant: Kevala, Devon - Thread: Daily Workout
Type: Social, character development +1 Wisdom
Participant: Kevala, Devon - Thread: Can You Recognize My F A C E
No. Of Pages: 3
Thread Type: Character Development +1 Wisdom
Participants: Liana, Devon
Thread: : Keep Coming Back For [More]
No. Of Pages: 2
Word Count: 7,000 give or take
Thread Type: Character Development +1 Wisdom
Participants: Liana, Devon
