Post by devlinmacentire on May 13, 2012 0:03:37 GMT -5
[/color][/font][/center]Devlin J A M E S R Y L I E McEntire
a few lines (3 at the most) of lyrics or a quote that describes your character
Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things
[/color][/font]Baby take my hand, don’t fear the reaper. And she ran to him, then they started to fly.[/center]
Are You There God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester
[/color][/font]Carry on my wayward son, there’ll be peace when you’re done. Lay your weary head to rest.[/center]
Nicknames/Alias[/color]: Devlin, Dev.
Sex[/color]: Male
Age/Birthday[/color]: 20/Good Question, see history.
Sexual Orientation[/color]: Heterosexual
Ethnicity[/color]: Unknown...See History
Member Group[/color]: Human/civillians/Physic
Canon or Original[/color]: Original [/ul]
The Usual Suspects And What Should Never Be
[/color][/font]Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my soul. Sometimes I get a feeling, deep in my bones.[/center]
Hair[/color]: Dark Blonde
Height & Weight[/color]: Five foot ten/140pounds
Body Type[/color]: Stocky, well muscled.
Distinguishing Features[/color]: n/a
Face Claim[/color]: Liam Hemsworth [/ul]
It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester
[/color][/font]I see the bad moon arising. Don’t go around tonight, well it’s bound to take your life.[/i][/center]
-Horses and Racing
-Cloudy Days (no rain though)
-Reading
-Horseback riding
-Peppermint flavoring
-Apples
-Wide open spaces
-Music, especially country
-Being in the barn
-Being outside
-Quiet
-Winning
-Children
-Laughing
-Having fun
-Working
Dislikes[/color]: at least 10
-His visions
-Loosing
-Rudeness
-Snotty People
-Animal abusers
-Men that hit women
-Being away from the racetrack or barn
-Being the center of attention
-Talking to strangers
-Cooking
-Crowds
-Loud, sudden noises
-Violence in any form
-People doing their work half asked.
-Death
Strengths[/color]: at least 5
-Horses and training
-Physically strong
-Math
-Helping people out
-Organization
-Loyal
-Good judge of horses
-Very level headed in stressful situations
-Getting up early
-Muscial (plays 5 instruments, guitar, flute, Cello, Violin and Percusion)
-Remembering Faces
Weaknesses[/color]: at least 5
-Large crowds
-His visions
-Dealing with death
-His horses
-His friends
-His family
-Someone in need
-An animal in need
-Remembering things besides a persons face
Fears[/color]: at least 3
-The future
-Failing
-Needles
-Loosing those he’s close to
-Seeing the death of someone he loves
-Never finding love
-Never settling down
Secrets[/color]: at least 3
-He has visions of peoples futures, and eventual deaths.
-He wonders who his mother was, and if he has any blood relations still around a lot. Although he holds a lot of resentment towards the woman who abandoned him, he’s still curious about her.
-He fears the future, like really fears it. Seeing andn knowing whats going to happen? It’s not good, not at all. After all it’s rarely anything good, mostly it’s bad, and it’s not like he can do anything about it, so...Yeah, he doesn’t like it, at all.
Best Memory[/color]: When Bona Vista won his first race. After all, he was the first horse that Dev had bought, trained and raced himself.
Worst Memory[/color]: It’s a toss up between when he found out Meri died, and when he found out Eric died.
Habits/Quirks[/color]:
-He always has a very calm, easy voice, which comes from years of practically living in the stables with high strung horses who don’t respond well to loud, sudden noises.
-If he’s upset or somethings bothering him, he’s in the barn doing something physical. Whether it’s stacking hay, mucking stalls or cleaning tack, he’s doing something.
-He gets along with people well enough, but he hates crowds and tries to advoid the spotlight as much as possible.
-He has a thing for underdogs, and often puts more faith in them then sure things.
-A sure fire way to know that he’s upset is this odd little frown he gets, often accompanied by him chewing on his lips.
Overall Personality/Appearance[/color]: This is an optional thing to do on the application. It doesn’t need to be done, but if you do choose to do it, it should be around 3 paragraphs. Don’t forget to describe their clothing style, how they carry themselves, and the typical physical description. Also, don’t forget to include their mental state, how they act infront of people, their general personality, etc., this should be no less than 250 words. That’s a minimum post, you can do it.If putting it into paragraphs is too much for you then put the personality into point form and give a short description of their usual overall appearance.[/ul]
There Is A Monster At The End Of The Book
[/color][/font]You’re as cold as ice, you’re willing to sacrifice our love. You know that you are.[/center]
Current Residence[/color]: The farm is outside of Fort Erie, Ontario.
Mother[/color]: Unknown
Father[/color]: Unknown
Siblings[/color]: Unknown
Other Important People[/color]: Eric McEntire, Deceased, Adoptive Father of sorts.
Marianne ‘Meri’ McEntire, Deceased, Adoptive Mother of sorts.
Pets[/color]: Owns a stable and 25 different horses.
Overall History[/color]: So, you want to know my story do you? It isn’t one that’s going to be an overly interesting read, well...Actually it might be. It’s a strange story, one I don’t even really understand, but it’s not strange in the way that will give you goosebumps. No, it’s more like discussing uncle Alberts third nipple, it’s something that weird in the way that you can’t believe someone brought it up.
Most stories would start at the persons date of birth right? Well, not mine. I suppose August 16th, 1994 could be considered the start of my new life. On that day, 18 years ago, my mother left me. I don’t remember it, I only know what Eric told me. He was at the track that day, just got finished with the horses actually when he found me. He use to tell me I was the uglest, scraggly littlest thing he had ever seen. Still, the weather worn old trainer took me in and tried to find my mother, but never did. So, instead he took me home. He and his wife (Meri) couldn’t have their own kids, so they adopted me.
When I first came to the track, I was only around two years old and very shy. I didn’t know my birthdate, and for some odd reason, I didn’t know my name. As I look back on it now, it seems to me like I never had one. Eric started off calling me ‘Boy’ but I was going to need a better name then that. Meri came up with Devlin, which means the decendent of the unlucky one, James and Rylie...Well, I’m not sure where they came from. Although rumor has it that Meri was pregnant twice, both times with boys that she miscarried, and the names they had picked out had been James and Rylie.
Like I said though, that’s just a rumor. I don’t know how much of it is true, and it didn’t seem right to ask. And now, it’s too late anyways.
I grew up on the race circuit. Never went to public school, and really I was barely home schooled. I learned to read and write, learned my numbers and those sort of things, but thats it. No history, no geography, nothing that wasn’t realivent to life. From the time I was around the age of four, till this day, I spent the majority of my time at the track. I learned how to muck stalls, groom horses, shoe them, basic equine first aid and what Eric called basic Equine Manners.
Life was simple at the track. I’d get up at five in the morning and work till everything was done. In the beginning, my chores were as simple as sweeping the alsies, cleaning tack and cleaning buckets, loading tack trunks and those sorts of little jobs that no one wants to do, but need to be done. As I grew up, I worked as a groom and Eric’s assitant, and eventually worked my way up to being an excersize rider when I was sixteen.
Genetics was a nasty bitch though, and I ended up too big to be a jockey, and really to continue excersizing.
In the years to come, I started asking Eric why they kept me. His gruff reply was always the same, “would you perfer to be in the foster system boy? Besides, your too good with the horses to let go, even as a babe.” Then he’d give me a job to do, and we’d leave it at that.
See, Eric and Meri were good to me, but it wasn’t the same as having a real family. First off, I called them Eric and Meri, second it was more like they were watching me, not raising me. Oh I was never neglected or abused in any which way, but from day one it was made clear that if I was sticking around, I had to pull my weight.
When I was sixteen, things started to happen. I started having these dreams, weird vivid dreams that came true. I kept it to myself though, thinking it was just conicidence or something like that. Soon though, I was getting them while I was awake, only once in awhile though. Then, they became more frequent. I was soon meeting people for the first time and seeing what would happen to them, not when it would mind you, but vague (yet vivid) imagines of things that would happen. They left me as soon as they came, leaving behind killer migrains and making me sensitive to light in general.
Just short of my 15th birthday (if we’re basing it off the August 16th date) I went to an auction with Eric. We were looking for a couple nice yearlings to send back to the farm, who within the next year or so would would join the race string.
It was there that I met Bona Vista, a scraggly, ugly young stud colt. Not only did I see him though, but various visions of him racing (and winning) also passed by me. I told Eric to buy him, but he just laughed and said there was no way in hell he’d waste the money.
So I did. I had some money saved up from working at the barns, and Bona Vista didn’t have great lines, or looks so I bought him for the low price of $1500.00. Eric just shook his head and told me that this was my mess, and mine alone. I just nodded.
I spent the rest of the summer and fall away from the track, which was a first for me. In the fifteen years since I went to live with Eric and Meri, I was on my own. Well, except for Bona Vista that was. He was, indeed my mess. Come to find out he had no manners, and no interest in learning them. It would take me almost two years before I was able to race him.
And even there he was a cop out. I was too invested in him to give up on him yet, so instead of selling him, I kept at it. He broke his madien after five races, just short of his four year old year. It was then that he hit his stride. He was no breeders cup contender, and he’d never see the Kentucky derby, but he never lost either.
Tragedy struck in May of 2010. First it was Meri, she came down with a bad case of the flu, which she would never recover from. I was crushed when Eric called me. I rushed into the hospital, but she was gone. Just like that, the only thing I had ever had close to a mother was gone.
Bona Vista would be next. A leg injury ground his racing career to a halt, leaving me with a hard decision. The idea of leaving him behind at the barn (especially when I was one of the only people he responded too), was a hard one. The idea of selling him though? Unthinkable. Eric was all for me selling him, after all he was a mediocre racer at best, and that didn’t bode well for his stud career. Especially if I had to be the one handling him.
However, I guess Eric had a soft spot for the horse, or perhaps it was me? I dunno which, but eventually we struck a deal which involved him getting free stud fees, which I readily agreed to, except I wanted his first foal. Eric could live with those terms, and we shook on it.
So that’s were Vista came from, my two year old filly who starts racing this year, if all goes well.
Anyways, the next year, 2011 started off great, lots of wins, I hadn’t had any really bad visions in a while, life was good. Then there was the accident. No one is sure exactly how it happened, but Eric’s truck went off the road while we were in Flordia, killing him. It was a hard time for me, I nearly walked away from everything, nearly. I couldn’t bring myself to do it though, and not just because of the horses. It was more because this is what Eric had wanted for me, and this is what I loved, more then anything.
So here I am. Still getting these weird visions pretty much every time I meet someone new, but I tend to live a pretty good life. I work hard, have a little money in my back pocket and sleep well every night. Just one thing bothers me. Why, if I see everyones death, didn’t I see Meri or Eric’s?
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Dream A Little Dream of Me, Bloody Mary
[/color][/font]I never meant to be so bad to you, one thing I said that I would never do.[/center]
Member Title[/color]: .Just waiting for my luck to run out.
Roleplaying Sample[/color]: no less than 250 words. We would like it to be for this character you’re applying for, but it doesn’t have to be. Please quote it. Do NOT include templates in the sample.[/ul]
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This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
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[/blockquote]This application was made by JUL!ET. She worked really hard on
this and watched seasons one through three of Supernatural in 3 days.
She's so hardcore.And you wouldn't want to make
He'd have to come after you with a stick. It wouldn't be pretty,
now go play nice and don't steal her stuff.
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