Post by ashingliee on Jul 13, 2008 4:22:28 GMT -5
Name: Devon (DE-VEN) Johnson
Nicknames: The only nickname he has ever heard would be Dev.
Age: 15
Grade: Sophomore; 10th
Clique: Geek
Gender: Male
Actor/Actress/Model Used: Dillon Lane
Hometown/Country: United States; Virginia; Herndon
Personality/Attitude:
Fast Learner & Dedicated;;
This mostly applies to school work and any activities done in school, after school clubs, student council, and volunteer work. If you give Devin something to learn, such as an equation he'll be be done in minutes or less. Even a list of formulas, they'll be re memorized in less than an hour. Concepts and facts easily enter and rarely leave this fifteen year old. He'll rapidly understand any procedures and directions to an experiment and conduct them practically flawlessly. He dedicates himself to his studies for however long it takes for him to truly grasp a concept and understand materials. Needless to say, he studies everyday and believe it or not, even during the summer when his uncle piles academic work books on him.
Polite & Caring;;
It's true, not only is his nose up in many text books and different genres of novels, he's got the manners. So to speak, if he sees that you are having trouble, he'll strive to help you understand the concept. He's not scared of speaking out or asking questions either. He demonstrates the use of manners while speaking to others, addressing adults, and more importantly, when he eats. The only time he would be impolite would be if you've intentionally called him out on something or if you're a close friend that has back stabbed him. Just because he's nice at first, second, and probably third glance, it doesn't mean he can't feel all those other emotions such as, envy, greed, love, boredom, and all those other feelings.
A Quiet Temper;;
Unlike most of the teen population whoms hormones are out of whack, if you call him out and if you expect a reaction or a fight, then you are sadly mistake. Devin is a person who would rather fume in silence than waste his breath screaming over anyone else. But if you are a friend that has a major problem with something, and pick a fight with him behind closed doors, then you will end up in a physical quarrel or scarred feelings. This boy doesn't take backstabbing too kindly and he'll get his revenge in more than one way. Other than that, if you are just being annoying, then he'll tolerate you and/or politely leave the scene.
Likes:
+Name brand clothing
+Textbooks
+Crossword Puzzles
+Real Friends
+Girls/Boys
+Cello
+Piano
+Reading
+Studying; Putting as much effort as he can into his school work
+Projects; Perfecting them
+Helping out the faculty
+Staying after school
+Repeatedly watching the Looney Tunes
+Healthy Foods/Vegetables
+Meat
Dislikes:
-People with dark and negative personalities
-Preps; He's amused by them, by stays as far away as he can
-Backstabbers
-His uncle
-Unreal friends/people; sometimes this includes himself
-Desserts/Sweets
-Liars
-Posers
Appearance: The boy with a small build has a pale skin tone and often wears a visor to avoid getting any tans or burns. He wears his blonde hair with a few darkened blonde highlights and platinum blonde highlights, just a few inches above his shoulders, in two layers. His bangs are angled and comb to his left, never covering neither of his big, innocent, aquamarine eyes.
Picture:
Haha, not exactly his style, but still.
Height: 5'7 1/2
Weight: 105
Relatives/Family:
Mother - Heather Johnson - 29 [prison]
Father - Adam Johnson - 29 [
?]
Uncle - William Johnson - 39 [businessman]
Occupation: Student & A bust boy at a local diner.
Background/History: Devon Johnson grew up as a rich boy back in Herndon, Virginia. He lived in a huge house at the age of seven until he started high school. That was when his uncle moved to Kansas and now he attends the ever-so-nice Laurent High School there. Devon, still, wasn't very popular back at Herndon, Virginia. Popularity was honestly the last thing on the boy's mind. He had enough friends and that's all he wanted and needed to get through school enjoyably.
He lived a posh life style in Virginia, but in other areas of Virginia where he was born, he lived with his drug addict mother until she was finally caught dealing cocaine and other drugs and sent to prison. Devon never grew up nor found out who his real father was. Instead of going to a little boys' home, his uncle decided to take him in as his own son. That was when he began to get tutored immensely and learned to study skillfully and when he started to get straight A's with ease.
Canon or Custom? Custom... I think.
Timezone: USA - EST.
Sample RP:
It was just for one afternoon, apart of a day, but how long was a day really? Was it really twenty-four hours? Was it actually thirty, but the government lengthened minutes to be forty over and then made up some kind of new time for everyone in the world? 'I'm going crazy...' Devin thought to himself, getting quite annoyed at his own mind games. What was wrong with him? At least he was out of the house and out of Eric's sight. Now there was no way he couldn't get physically hurt unless he really sparked up something between August and him. Of course, being that Colas asked ever so nicely to befriend his brother and spend the day doing his idiocy activities, that was the last thing he was going to do. That is, unless August crossed the line and decided to go swimming. If they were to go to the beach, Devin could just lie and say that he preferred to work on his tan while applying a heavy amount of sun tan lotion...
"This time... hoping for the better. It seems like, it seems like forever..." Devin whispered to himself while he watched his fingers tap the claret colored table accordingly, one at a time, back and forth. Devin only sung the lyrics because that's the only thing Cynthia would say, or sing. That song over and over again. But the song also meant something to Devin himself. He could now tell that she was in love with August. And there was nothing he could do to stop her feelings. It only made sense that he wouldn't interfere anymore. And that's what he was going to do. He was just going to but out and let Cynthia find out for herself what August Branson really was! The boy shook his head and discarded the deranged thoughts from his mind. August Branson was a sensible guy with a very high tolerance level for his sister. That was all you needed to stand Cynthia for at least five minutes. After that, you were on your own.
Devin sat back in his chair and attempted to blow a strain of hair out of his eye sight and failed miserably. For this occasion, and Devin couldn't decide if it was a special one or not, but he wore a red-orange, pull-over hoodie with the words 'Looney Tunes Club' in white letters thickly outlined in black, that adorned his torso. Fitted, ripped, ice jeans from Abercrombie hugged his thighs and knees. He stepped into slippers and placed a white visor on his head to avoid any tans for the day before leaving. Cautiously looking around, Devin found that no one was particularly staring at him, which was something he got a lot being what he was and did. Looking over the 50's Diner again, he leaned back into his chair some more and then pulled up one leg and then hugged it. It was improper behavior, but he was just bored. The waitress had already come over to him a few times and asked what he wanted, but he continued to dismiss the female and told her that he was waiting for someone. So for now, he hadn't ordered anything but a glass filled with water and ice he still hadn't even sipped yet. Looking down at his knee that he could see, he wondered if August was just doing this to tease him in some sort of way.
Nicknames: The only nickname he has ever heard would be Dev.
Age: 15
Grade: Sophomore; 10th
Clique: Geek
Gender: Male
Actor/Actress/Model Used: Dillon Lane
Hometown/Country: United States; Virginia; Herndon
Personality/Attitude:
Fast Learner & Dedicated;;
This mostly applies to school work and any activities done in school, after school clubs, student council, and volunteer work. If you give Devin something to learn, such as an equation he'll be be done in minutes or less. Even a list of formulas, they'll be re memorized in less than an hour. Concepts and facts easily enter and rarely leave this fifteen year old. He'll rapidly understand any procedures and directions to an experiment and conduct them practically flawlessly. He dedicates himself to his studies for however long it takes for him to truly grasp a concept and understand materials. Needless to say, he studies everyday and believe it or not, even during the summer when his uncle piles academic work books on him.
Polite & Caring;;
It's true, not only is his nose up in many text books and different genres of novels, he's got the manners. So to speak, if he sees that you are having trouble, he'll strive to help you understand the concept. He's not scared of speaking out or asking questions either. He demonstrates the use of manners while speaking to others, addressing adults, and more importantly, when he eats. The only time he would be impolite would be if you've intentionally called him out on something or if you're a close friend that has back stabbed him. Just because he's nice at first, second, and probably third glance, it doesn't mean he can't feel all those other emotions such as, envy, greed, love, boredom, and all those other feelings.
A Quiet Temper;;
Unlike most of the teen population whoms hormones are out of whack, if you call him out and if you expect a reaction or a fight, then you are sadly mistake. Devin is a person who would rather fume in silence than waste his breath screaming over anyone else. But if you are a friend that has a major problem with something, and pick a fight with him behind closed doors, then you will end up in a physical quarrel or scarred feelings. This boy doesn't take backstabbing too kindly and he'll get his revenge in more than one way. Other than that, if you are just being annoying, then he'll tolerate you and/or politely leave the scene.
Likes:
+Name brand clothing
+Textbooks
+Crossword Puzzles
+Real Friends
+Girls/Boys
+Cello
+Piano
+Reading
+Studying; Putting as much effort as he can into his school work
+Projects; Perfecting them
+Helping out the faculty
+Staying after school
+Repeatedly watching the Looney Tunes
+Healthy Foods/Vegetables
+Meat
Dislikes:
-People with dark and negative personalities
-Preps; He's amused by them, by stays as far away as he can
-Backstabbers
-His uncle
-Unreal friends/people; sometimes this includes himself
-Desserts/Sweets
-Liars
-Posers
Appearance: The boy with a small build has a pale skin tone and often wears a visor to avoid getting any tans or burns. He wears his blonde hair with a few darkened blonde highlights and platinum blonde highlights, just a few inches above his shoulders, in two layers. His bangs are angled and comb to his left, never covering neither of his big, innocent, aquamarine eyes.
Picture:
Haha, not exactly his style, but still.
Height: 5'7 1/2
Weight: 105
Relatives/Family:
Mother - Heather Johnson - 29 [prison]
Father - Adam Johnson - 29 [
?]Uncle - William Johnson - 39 [businessman]
Occupation: Student & A bust boy at a local diner.
Background/History: Devon Johnson grew up as a rich boy back in Herndon, Virginia. He lived in a huge house at the age of seven until he started high school. That was when his uncle moved to Kansas and now he attends the ever-so-nice Laurent High School there. Devon, still, wasn't very popular back at Herndon, Virginia. Popularity was honestly the last thing on the boy's mind. He had enough friends and that's all he wanted and needed to get through school enjoyably.
He lived a posh life style in Virginia, but in other areas of Virginia where he was born, he lived with his drug addict mother until she was finally caught dealing cocaine and other drugs and sent to prison. Devon never grew up nor found out who his real father was. Instead of going to a little boys' home, his uncle decided to take him in as his own son. That was when he began to get tutored immensely and learned to study skillfully and when he started to get straight A's with ease.
Canon or Custom? Custom... I think.
Timezone: USA - EST.
Sample RP:
It was just for one afternoon, apart of a day, but how long was a day really? Was it really twenty-four hours? Was it actually thirty, but the government lengthened minutes to be forty over and then made up some kind of new time for everyone in the world? 'I'm going crazy...' Devin thought to himself, getting quite annoyed at his own mind games. What was wrong with him? At least he was out of the house and out of Eric's sight. Now there was no way he couldn't get physically hurt unless he really sparked up something between August and him. Of course, being that Colas asked ever so nicely to befriend his brother and spend the day doing his idiocy activities, that was the last thing he was going to do. That is, unless August crossed the line and decided to go swimming. If they were to go to the beach, Devin could just lie and say that he preferred to work on his tan while applying a heavy amount of sun tan lotion...
"This time... hoping for the better. It seems like, it seems like forever..." Devin whispered to himself while he watched his fingers tap the claret colored table accordingly, one at a time, back and forth. Devin only sung the lyrics because that's the only thing Cynthia would say, or sing. That song over and over again. But the song also meant something to Devin himself. He could now tell that she was in love with August. And there was nothing he could do to stop her feelings. It only made sense that he wouldn't interfere anymore. And that's what he was going to do. He was just going to but out and let Cynthia find out for herself what August Branson really was! The boy shook his head and discarded the deranged thoughts from his mind. August Branson was a sensible guy with a very high tolerance level for his sister. That was all you needed to stand Cynthia for at least five minutes. After that, you were on your own.
Devin sat back in his chair and attempted to blow a strain of hair out of his eye sight and failed miserably. For this occasion, and Devin couldn't decide if it was a special one or not, but he wore a red-orange, pull-over hoodie with the words 'Looney Tunes Club' in white letters thickly outlined in black, that adorned his torso. Fitted, ripped, ice jeans from Abercrombie hugged his thighs and knees. He stepped into slippers and placed a white visor on his head to avoid any tans for the day before leaving. Cautiously looking around, Devin found that no one was particularly staring at him, which was something he got a lot being what he was and did. Looking over the 50's Diner again, he leaned back into his chair some more and then pulled up one leg and then hugged it. It was improper behavior, but he was just bored. The waitress had already come over to him a few times and asked what he wanted, but he continued to dismiss the female and told her that he was waiting for someone. So for now, he hadn't ordered anything but a glass filled with water and ice he still hadn't even sipped yet. Looking down at his knee that he could see, he wondered if August was just doing this to tease him in some sort of way.