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Devinder Silva

BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Devinder Jayan Akila Silva Nickname(s): Dev, Devin, DJ Date of Birth: 14th August 2000 Species: Jackal Gender: Cis Male Pronouns: He/Him Orientation: Bisexual

FAMILIAL INFORMATION

Mother: Asha Asanka Father: Sahan Silva Siblings: Kalani - half-sister

PERSONALITY

A little guarded around strangers but generally sweet, friendly, and sociable, tends to be a shameless flirt once he gets comfortable, though he’ll also turn on the charm while at work as a means of getting better tips from customers

SPECIAL ABILITIES

Shapeshifting - Jackal only Heightened Senses Heightened Strength, Speed, and Agility Advanced Healing Factor Extended Lifespan

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                                                                       ~Headcanon~

      Devon and Quinn have very different speech patterns. Devon speaks very fluently and clearly pronounces her words. She tries hard to be grammatically correct as much as possible. Quinn- however- often slurs his words, taking little time actually pronounce some of his words. He has an accent and no one knows where it came from.

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✶ ┊ 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. Devinder Jayan Akila Silva 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. Dev, Devin, DJ 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐒. N/A 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. He/Him 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄. 5'11" 𝐀𝐆𝐄. 23 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂. Leo 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒. English, some Sinhala and Tamil

✶ ┊ 𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑. Brown, curly 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. Hazel-Green 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄. Deeper-toned, seems like he has a tan year-round due to being of Sri Lankan descent 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄. Fit, Athletic 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄. Friendly, noticeable Australian accent 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. Left 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. Relaxed, confident 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒. Appendectomy scar on his stomach 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒. None 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒. His eyes and his accent

✶ ┊ 𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑫

𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. Melbourne, Australia 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍. Melbourne, Australia 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. brothers: None sisters: Kalani - half-sister 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. father: Sahan Silva mother: Asha Asanka

✶ ┊ 𝑨𝑫𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. Full-time student, part-time bartender 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. New York City 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒. Brandon Morgan 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄. Yes 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃. None 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒. Alcohol, weed, occasionally dabbles in other party drugs

✶ ┊ 𝑺𝑬𝑿 & 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. Bisexual 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄. Supportive, reliable, someone to lean on 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄. Verse/Switch 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐒. Bigotry of any kind 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐒. Flirting, intimate touch, kissing, biting, scratching 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. Touch, words of affirmation 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. Prefers to keep things casual for the most part, but he's open to getting more serious if things go that way.

✶ ┊ 𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄. Sex on Fire - Kings of Leon 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄. Guitar, drums, piano, watching movies, cooking 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃. Right 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅-𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋. Mid to high.

𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙂𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝙔: Just doing extras for shits and giggles now 𝙏𝘼𝙂𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂: Feel free to steal it

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A few too many

Trigger warning: Devon’s first attempt to end her life.

      Her room didn’t look like her room anymore. Her bed felt different. She couldn’t find a way to be comfortable anymore either. Her whole body slowly becoming numb with each passing moment. It started as a tingle at the tips of her fingers and toes, slowly turning into a pain that was constant until it was finally replaced with the numbing she was feeling. Welcoming as strange as it sounded. 

      She could only stare at the row of pictures on the desk next to the thing she was sure was her bed but couldn’t tell anymore. The first one was Quinn. His stupid smile while holding up the teddy bear laying with her now. Still soft, the faint smell of her mothers perfume holding onto the little bow around it’s neck. She always sprayed the perfume on the bow when her mother wasn’t looking. It would be childish.

      Her eyelids were getting heavy now. The strength to keep them open was fleeting away slowly but surely. The second picture was her mother and father. Faces just as long as ever, never a smile to be seen from the either of them in pictures. She could remember them smiling once in a while but the memories were quickly becoming fuzzy now too. She couldn’t remember what their voices sounded like but she was sure that they weren’t as soft as the bear.

      The lights around her were dimming now. A tunnel of black was blurring what little vision she had left. She couldn’t remember the third photo. It had to be something nice, right? She wanted to remember something nice in those moments. Everyone smiling. Laughing even. The thumping of her heart in her throat faded with everything else. The calmness of being nothing washed over her so quickly she didn’t have time to relish in it.

      One moment she was nothing, the next all she could hear was a constant beeping. Rhythmic and too loud to her sensitive hearing. The smell of sterile cleaning liquids made her gag. Nothing was making sense anymore. There was a blank in her memories and she couldn’t figure out why she was there. Where was she? 

      Sight steadily coming back, she had to blink a few times to adjust to the bright room. It wasn’t her room. She had to force herself to focus on something, anything that solve this puzzle in her foggy mind. Blank room, curtain around her bed, heart monitor. It finally clicked when she looked at her mother. Usually tightly kept hair had been unbound around her face. Where those tears? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know.

      The story was pieced together through the raspy voice of her mother. She found her in that room, the bottle still sitting on the stand next to her. It wasn’t what she thought, and she knew what her mother thought. It was a migraine she tried to explain. She took a pill to make it stop but it wouldn’t stop. She took another and another until the pain turned into a tingle.

      The guilt caused her stomach to flip. It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. How it was supposed to happen, she didn’t know. She suddenly couldn’t remember what was supposed to happen as she took those pills. She promised to be a good little girl. It was an accident and she’d never do it again. She was sure- for a second- that she could see sadness behind those naturally harsh eyes she’d learned to fear.

      Quinn never found out about that first time. She could never bring herself to tell him. Not after he’d left the night before. He couldn’t know what had happened or why.

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Devon is a really selfish person to be honest. She’d go out of her way to help people and she wants to see others happy sure but she secretly wants people to ask about her and talk about her. She just wants people to think about her because she doesn’t like the idea of fading without anyone remembering her. A lot of the things she does comes from thinking that it will benefit her in some way.

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                                                      Headcanon~Truth or Dare

Devon: Truth Quinn: Dare Faith: Dare Eddie: Truth Domenic: Dare Addie: Truth Owen: Dare Scott: Truth Eion: Dare Adelaide: Dare

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                                                                ~Headcanon~ Devon hates when people yell out of anger. Normal shouting and yelling doesn’t bother her but when someone starts to get angry she tries to find a way out of that situation.

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                                                                          ~Headcanon~       If for any reason someone makes fun of the scars that Devon has, she will never trust them again. They could be as close as possible; the moment they make fun of them she will withdraw from said relationship.

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Headcanon: Movies for each character

Devon: The Shining *1980′s version*, A Clockwork Orange, Sixteen Candles Quinn: Silence of the Lambs, The Exorcist, The Goonies Faith: Virgin Suicides, The Witches of Eastwick, Romeo+ Juliet Eddie: American Beauty, Donnie Darko, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off Addie: Breakfast Club, The Princess Bride, The Legend of Billie Jean

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                                           Headcanon: Bands and Songs for Each Muse

Devon: Nirvana: Lithium Quinn: Limp Bizkit: Behind Blue Eyes Faith: Florence + The Machine: Seven Devils Eddie: Oasis: Supersonic Owen: Muse: Undisclosed Desires Addie: Zella Day: East of Eden Eion: The Neighbourhood: Let It Go Adelaide: Lana Del Rey: Gods and Monsters Riley: The Carpenters: We’ve Only Just Begun Foster: The Doors: People are Strange

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                                                                  ~Headcanon~       Devon doesn’t like people being mad at her. She forgives people easily but sometimes holds a grudge. However, if she even thinks someone is mad at her, she dwells on it and worries. She’s easy to cry when someone is really mad at her.