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It had to happen sooner or later right? America with the right words, the right push, the right fight and World War 3 had finally happened. Except the world didn't groan back into anything resembling normal life. The war had wiped most everything from the landscape, leaving ruined cities and streets that were filled with abandoned cars and ghosts of a civilization that once was. The people that had survived scattered into the winds and humanity was returned to its natural, nomadic state.

Some chose to group up, family and friends, or people that clicked on the road. Devi had no family, nor friends and she largely avoided people in general. Those that she did find were normally less then friendly, as the destruction of civilization as they knew it had loosened the feral edge everyone had been taught to hide under their cars and well paying jobs.

Devi was no different but she'd gotten a lot of practice being generally unapproachable before the end of the world - this was just it, on crack. California was a bust and Devi traveled east for better, hopefully less scorched ground.

--

There, just there, Devi could see the doe walking under her carefully chosen spot up a tree. "Just a little further, just a little further," she muttered under her breath, gripping the handle of her handmade shiv - one of a broad collection. If there was one thing Devi wasn't going to be caught without, it was something sharp.

Too bad something near by startles her would be prey off, sending the doe bouncing away and the former artist to quite loud swearing.

"FUCK."
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The binder that you've flipped open only have a few pages, but each can be found in the City somewhere.


Painted for the Hanged Man

&
Sold to Erik Lehnsherr


Commissioned in OHM


Commissioned in OHM


There was also a haunting, detailed painting of the Emperor dressed in his best suit, resting his forearms on his knees; his cold, empty eyes boring out of the picture with a intensity that matched the man in person.
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Music to Swing by
TRACK LIST
'Raise Hell' | Dorothy [♬]
'Rise' | David Guetta/Skylar [♬]
'Make a move' | Icon for Hire [♬]
46 & 2 | Tool [♬]
Arabella | Arctic Monkeys [♬]
Shake it Out | Florence and the Machine [♬]
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SOMETHING PRETTY TO COME - HOLD ON IM NOT READY
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Player name: Arma
Player contact: [plurk.com profile] dajensa
Player age: 29
Characters already played:n/a

Name: Devi D
Journal: [personal profile] artistwithasickness
Canon: I feel Sick - Major Character | JTHM - Minor Character
Canon point: A year or so past end of issue 2
Age: Roughly 23
Reference: I feel Sick | JTHM
Personality: Devi D is a sarcastic cynic that has nearly mastered the art of pretending to be nice while silently complaining about the Man. Having been a wage slave, or what we would call customer service rep, for more than enough years to be as polite and accommodating as the situation calls for with a smile, no matter what exaggerated, sometimes creatively violent thoughts go through her head. Devi uses this unwanted skill as personal, emotional protection. Her insecurities and fears are tucked behind her sarcasm and sharp apathy and while she's capable of outputting that shiny Customer Service exterior, she rarely does. Exceptions to that rule most normally includes when she's trying to get or keep herself out of trouble.

Wholly capable of being a 'nice' person, Devi tends to find the rest of humanity dull and hardly worth her time. As the people of her world are exactly and dramatically dull, when Devi finds something new or interesting, she becomes almost childlike in her eager enthusiasm and relentless curiosity. Since this doesn't happen often, it's a rarely seen side of her but most apparent when she gets to talking about her passion of art. The more commonly seen side is that of a slightly aloof and disillusioned woman, who's been taught by the world that life isn't 'nice'.

A well trained paranoia and alertness lends Devi to remaining aloof and hopefully 'untouchable'; a direct result of a slew of disastrous relationships and the attempt on her life from her last almost boyfriend. While this prompted her to hide away in the safety of her apartment, she learned that she couldn't stay indoors and 'safe' forever. Armed with the determination to never be a victim or 'weak' again, the natural confidence that Devi carries with her is backed by a lot of hours in the dojo, and a sharp tongue that she uses to drive people that bother her away.

When in a good mood, Devi can be quite funny (or at least she thinks so) and being a generally intelligent person, she can carry on a conversation well. Having been a shut in most of her life, Devi's still got a lot of rough edges and tends to speak her mind openly and without a lot of forethought unless it's something important, using creative language to get her points across. Emphatic about things that strike her nerves or things she cares about, Devi can be just as lively and feisty as she is unapproachable and apathetic.


Skills and attributes: Nothing extraordinary - Devi does hold a brown belt in mixed martial arts.
First person sample: Link
Third person sample:Not being a drinker or one who partied until they blacked out, waking up in a new and unfamiliar place was, needless to say, startling. As soon as her eyes opened, Devi was up on her feet and alert. Confused, but alert. The calm, unwavering eyes of the old woman was a little unnerving, but as she spoke and the information she gave settled, that sensation left.

Well, she couldn’t shoot the messenger.

"'Serve some purpose' sounds an awful lot like an open ended noose of a deal, if you ask me." Sickness would have her 'serve some purpose' too, but at least these people brought warm sticky air that confirmed she wasn’t any place near San Jose anymore. Not wanting to look like a total ass, Devi didn’t repeat the questions that the woman’s answers hadn’t seemed to satisfy. Island. Gods. Right.

"And to think, I gave up church and praying all those years ago." With nothing to gain by railing against the old woman, Devi sighed, stuck her hands in the pockets of her cargo pants and headed for the door. Might as well see if anything else on the island would do a better job of sating her paranoid curiosity.

HMD

Sep. 9th, 2015 05:27 pm
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>Player Information
Name/Alias: Arma
Age: Well over 16
Contact Information: [plurk.com profile] dajensa


Character Information
Character Journal: [personal profile] artistwithasickness
Character Name: Devi D
Character Canon: Johnny the Homicidal Maniac / I feel Sick (IFS is a comic branch off of JTHM, centering specifically on Devi)
Age: Around 27
Race: Human
Timeline Pull Point: End of Issue 2. Devi defeated Sickness's attempt to take her brain over.
Canon History: I Feel Sick Wiki

CRAU History: NOTE: This game was a MUCK, not DWRP
On her way home quitting her job at NERVE, Devi is sucked onto a strange street in a new world. After arriving on Twisted Street from her home world with only her backpack and her Sickness, she decided to never be a victim in this world and begins learning how to defend herself against the powerful inhabitants and dangerously unpredictable setting. She adapts quickly to the new environment and Sickness recesses for the time being. After a random battle in the UR Gym with Oblivion, a powerful Mazuko, he tempts her into power, offering her a way to protect herself and takes her soul, turning her into a Mazuko and his general. She proceeded to wreck mental havoc upon a few of her self labeled 'enemies'. After violently murdering a princess dragon named Sun and trapping her soul in a crystal, Devi went temporarily insane over the violence of her actions and split into two people, in part due to the evacuation of Sickness from her mind.

While split, the 'Evil' Devi still under contract with Oblivion was captured shortly after by a Saiya-jin named Kaldrath and taken to another world. 'Good' Devi stayed behind on Twisted and started rebuilding a life. There, in DBA, Devi came under the tutelage of Cale Satanas who taught her how to use her physical energy instead of the vast power of the Mazuko line. She developed many talents such as Ki abilities and a higher level of fighting prowess over the 7 months she was there. As Cale had bound her to him by restricting her mazuko ability to phase into the Astral Plane, confining her to a physical form, when she was later released from the service of Oblivion, she retained the strength and power from Cale's training. Upon her return to Twisted, the Devi's merged to form a girl very different from the one that first came to Twisted's streets. Cale later returned to talk her down from being Oblivion's war general and together, they revived her soul. She was less headstrong and more open to a non-violent resolution to her problems. Free now to make her own choices and mistakes, Devi foolishly gets tricked by the Lord of Hell, Senior Diablo, into joining his ranks in the coming War. Soon after, she fell in love with Zelgadis Greywers, a chimera from Slayers and that singular good relationship. The relationship ended when Zel was sent back home in the later reality rift.

Hell is defined very specifically on Twisted Street and had a Hell Council of 7 to match the Twisted Councils' numbers. Through much plotting, it was found that Twisted's Council had been corrupted by it's many years in control of the world. Hell's Council Head, Senior Diablo (who is Satan in Devi's world) lead a violent war which Devi participated against Twisted's Council head, Concordance and her loyal super AI angel companion, Guarlesia. In the end, Hell won, destroying their opponents and restoring the balance of power by later appointing another Council. Devi took one of those Council seats. Since Concordance wasn't trying to reshape the reality of Twisted street anymore, reality shifted, stabilizing the street and it's outlying areas after 10 years of interdimensional chaos. This affected everyone in some way. Many were wiped out of the dimension and sent somewhere else, or their memories were reset to the day they arrived. Devi was one of the rare exceptions, where in she retained her basic fighting knowledge and skill of near instant transmission. The reality shift was too much for the Street and it slowly started disappearing into the Void. Devi remained active, decorating the empty buildings to keep herself together.

Personality: Though Devi started out as a hermit, her time in the multiverse has forced her to face her fears and the world that provides them. While she will occasionally cave to her human instincts and scurry away to whatever hole she's calling home, Devi is a blatant and forceful personality.

Sharply witted and too intelligent for her own good, Devi uses her sarcastic and sometimes crass wit to playfully banter with people. She's also easily bored, which leads her into taunting or baiting people into conversations, debates or fights. Using her head is just as important as using her fists. Having gone through some crap in her life, Devi is a very proud kind of person who doesn't want anyone's help unless she absolutely needs it. Her stubborn independence and determination saved her from falling victim to Sickness and she leans on it heavily. She's socially savvy in the way a rock is savvy; they're not. While Devi functions fine in the world and despite her wit, she always manages to either say the 'wrong' thing, be antagonistic, or apply an analogy that strikes towards a darker and negative implication, something that usually doesn't go over well. Relationships are totally out of the question for her as Devi is convinced that she will never have something more. Her self esteem is healthy, underneath her 'I don't give a fuck' attitude, but her history with men and dating have been hellish. That being said, Devi's also avidly protective of her personal space. She doesn't like being touched or embraced. The only exception to that has been when she fights.

Devi developed a deep sense of apathy in her home world, finding a sour distaste in the stupid people and dirty setting, and this apathy tends to color all of her interactions with anything she deems mundane. This often leads to cruel thoughtless criticisms. She's as inquisitive as she is curious and loves solving puzzles. This ranges from 'solving' people and answering whatever pertinent question that she feels ought to be answered, often disregarding common sense and others to follow her curiosity to the end of the line.

Being stubborn and hardheaded, Devi can be quick to anger, but unless she's forced to defend herself, it's usually just hot air. Devi's hard to catch off guard due to her paranoia of being harmed and her over analyzation of people and things, not to mention her training. She's not a good strategist though, letting her fists do most of the thinking when she's pissed. She can sometimes find that center of calm where her brain starts working again and it's then that she'll become more dangerous but more cautious to the destructive power of her skills.

It's not all gruff sarcasm - Devi does have a kind heart underneath it all but lacks key empathy points found in friendship for anything that isn't life or death, or a major injury. She'll jump in and help someone without thinking about why or what will happen, but she plays it off as though it would have been advantageous to her in the first place. Once someone has earned her trust, friendship, or respect, Devi can be loyal to a fault and becomes a very reliable person to count on.

Powers/Abilities: Devi is versed in mixed martial arts and due to her death and training, now has abilities similar to people in Dragon Ball. She's psychically resilient and an active Ki user, boosting her base stats of strength, giving her the power of flight and the ability to collect her ki into projectile balls.

Inventory: A black kriss dagger and a katana.

Final Notes: There's only one other thing. Since Sickness is part of the Supernatural part of Devi's world, she can influence the world around Devi. Normally, it's a negative offense around and against the Artist specifically (door handles shocking her, traffic accidents keeping her from getting to the job she's going to quit, lodging a fat woman in Devi's apartment hallway..) and only really put into play when Devi hasn't painted for a while, but it does offer Devi the possibility of getting away with whatever she wants to do. Johnny got away with mass murder in this world due to this power; it rewrote things in witnesses heads or erased it completely, healing the world around the violent oddity. This isn't going to happen in game, but it does influence Devi and should be noted.
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This has been pieced together over both JTHM and IFS.

Devi’s world is over dramatized from a fairly pessimistic and unforgiving point of view but is a modern style city, circa mid 1990’s of western America. The population is stupid and gullible and speaks to different and likely offensive stereotypes. There’s not a lot of free reason or logic - Johnny gets away with murdering a horde of people and never getting caught because of this (One could also count that towards the supernatural edge of this particular reality). Corporate greed, bad slogans calling to the baser natures of man, the terror of stale bagels and fangirls to an extreme are all an accentuated feature of her reality.

The population of Devi's world emits a negatively charged sludge. Think Ghostbusters 2. This sludge, fueled by the ever growing negative emotions is siphoned away but objects called Waste Locks. Waste Locks are usually mundane items, but without them, the people of the world would be driven to do unspeakable acts in order to keep the balance. Waste Locks store the sludge in a pocket of the Astral Plane until it's reached capacity. Once that happens, reality combusts and is basically rebooted, with another waste lock set to do the job all over again.

One waste lock, a wall in a house, managed to gain sentience and created a new job for the Universe. Flushers. Flushers are guardians to the waste locks and filter sludge to the lock as they go about their lives. Johnny was the first Flusher chosen and his personal insanity lead to the eventual manifestations of the Dough Boys, named so by the two styrofoam Pillsbury Doughboys that Johnny talked to. The Doughboys consumed Johnny's memories to transfer to the styrofoam and when the reboot occurred, it was them who chose Devi to be the new flusher. The Doughboys were joined into one entity that ate in Devi's mind as they tried to do the same that they had to Johnny to her.

Since the physical manifestations are chosen by the flusher, Devi unwittingly gave them a unfinished painting of hers. A painting of a little doll that was her defining piece of work at the time, that she had poured her soul into. The doll was later named Sickness.
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[TLDR: A LOTTA SHIT HAPPENED. DEVI IS HUMAN BUT HAS SEEN SOME DAMNED STRANGE HAPPENINGS.]

Past Game History:
On her way home quitting her job at NERVE, Devi is sucked onto a strange street in a new world. After arriving on Twisted Street from her home world with only her backpack and her Sickness, she decided to never be a victim in this world and begins learning how to defend herself against the powerful inhabitants and dangerously unpredictable setting. She adapts quickly to the new environment and Sickness recesses for the time being. After a random battle in the UR Gym with Oblivion, a powerful Mazuko, he tempts her into power, offering her a way to protect herself and takes her soul, turning her into a Mazuko and his general. She proceeded to wreck mental havoc upon a few of her self labeled 'enemies'. After violently murdering a princess dragon named Sun and trapping her soul in a crystal, Devi went temporarily insane over the violence of her actions and split into two people, in part due to the evacuation of Sickness from her mind.

While split, the 'Evil' Devi still under contract with Oblivion was captured shortly after by a Saiya-jin named Kaldrath and taken to another world. 'Good' Devi stayed behind on Twisted and started rebuilding a life. There, in DBA, Devi came under the tutelage of Cale Satanas who taught her how to use her physical energy instead of the vast power of the Mazuko line. She developed many talents such as Ki abilities and a higher level of fighting prowess over the 7 months she was there. As Cale had bound her to him by restricting her mazuko ability to phase into the Astral Plane, confining her to a physical form, when she was later released from the service of Oblivion, she retained the strength and power from Cale's training. Upon her return to Twisted, the Devi's merged to form a girl very different from the one that first came to Twisted's streets. Cale later returned to talk her down from being Oblivion's war general and together, they revived her soul. She was less headstrong and more open to a non-violent resolution to her problems. Free now to make her own choices and mistakes, Devi foolishly gets tricked by the Lord of Hell, Senior Diablo, into joining his ranks in the coming War. Soon after, she fell in love with Zelgadis Greywers, a chimera from Slayers and that singular good relationship. The relationship ended when Zel was sent back home in the later reality rift.

Hell is defined very specifically on Twisted Street and had a Hell Council of 7 to match the Twisted Councils' numbers. Through much plotting, it was found that Twisted's Council had been corrupted by it's many years in control of the world. Hell's Council Head, Senior Diablo (who is Satan in Devi's world) lead a violent war which Devi participated against Twisted's Council head, Concordance and her loyal super AI angel companion, Guarlesia. In the end, Hell won, destroying their opponents and restoring the balance of power by later appointing another Council. Devi took one of those Council seats. Since Concordance wasn't trying to reshape the reality of Twisted street anymore, reality shifted, stabilizing the street and it's outlying areas after 10 years of interdimensional chaos. This affected everyone in some way. Many were wiped out of the dimension and sent somewhere else, or their memories were reset to the day they arrived. Devi was one of the rare exceptions, where in she retained her basic fighting knowledge and skill of near instant transmission. The reality shift was too much for the Street and it slowly started disappearing into the Void. Devi remained active, decorating the empty buildings to keep herself together.

ToS and post ToS

The people and interactions that Devi had in Throne of Shadows affected Devi quite deeply. They opened her up to really looking at the path of joining a society that wasn't totally fucked up and based on power plays and control. Though she had many friends come and go, they all taught her something. More than that, she also found love in ToS, something that she never expected and that changed her too. What she built and grew with Caius is something that will resonate in her head for the rest of her time any where.

When the Grasp sent her back into the Verse, she returned to Twisted. There will never be any going home for Devi. While back on the Street, Devi struggled to cope with the loss of Caius and everything she'd gained in this version of Niflheim. Swift anger gave way to deep depression that lead her to try and drink her problems away. That doesn't work so well for a mind that refuses to let something go and after a week of walking the line between self indulgence and self abuse, Devi dried out and decided that she could try and find another way to get back to the life she'd built for herself and that actually made her happy.

The attempts to get back to that reality was costly; it was everything that she had fought for, every power save the basic grasp of flight, left as a token of what once was. The attempts were also successful and Devi made it back to that reality but it, like others, soon blinked into nothing but another chapter in her very long book.
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It wasn't like London was the only place in the world. There were other place, less foggy, less rainy, less muddy but this was home. The tea, the tophats, the stiffness that all the aristocracy carried was a very intricate, if not boring dance.

The Darvishes weren't a well known family and neither were they the richest, but who could compete with Lords and names that had grown in London before them? Their money was made mostly overseas and while the collective Ton turned their noses up at how the money was made, they were, of course, too polite to say anything in public about it. Lord Darvish and his only daughter didn't take up much room or attention and the ton, generally, allowed them to mingle. Lord Darvish was a portly man with a deep infectious laughter, and his easy nature got him a little leeway with his peers. It didn't earn them a bigger house, or more money - not even the smoothest talker could make magic from nothing, but they didn't ask about their estate or finances.

That's what the Ton seemed mostly composed of. Old greedy men, bitter shrewish women and a gaggle of young girls that were to be married off for their father's benefit. Devi wasn't giggling, but she knew she fell into the latter half of that list. Each party that she was made to go to was boorish - another auction set to dancing music - but she was at them, none the less. The youngest Darvish had ideas and opinions, not something seemly for a girl in this age according to the frustrated rants of her father, and it was for his sake that she kept her smile and manners; moved around the circles, even if she did always end up sitting on the outskirts of the movement.

The music was boring, the people were boring, and one dark haired girl was left to wander the empty halls of whichever Lord's house they were visiting this week. She heard he had a garden somewhere, expansive and full of colorful flowers and the idea of exploring someone else's home seemed delightfully, excitingly devilish.
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Trying to figure shit out
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NAME: Devi D
AGE: Canon: 22 PrimeVerse: 27
GENDER: Female
HAIR: Dyed vibrant purple
EYES: Green
HEIGHT: 5'9
WEIGHT: 140ish
BUILD: Slender but with a little curve

MARITAL STATUS: Single
SEXUALITY: Straight
OCCUPATION: Artist
PARENTS: Thomas and Rosa De
SIBLINGS: None
OTHER RELATIVES: None

OOC INFO
NAME: Arma
AGE: 28
EXPERIENCE: 8+
CONTACT: [plurk.com profile] dajensa
TIME ZONE: EST
bio
BIO INFO HERE.
history
Devi was born into a middle class Hispanic family in an unnamed western city. Her mother died when she was very young, leaving her with her less then prepared father to raise her. Devi's life was never really normal, in grade school she accidentally killed an asthmatic schoolmate after breathing chalk into his face. Devi started dating at 16, one of her first outings ending just as badly. Her date Eddie had crashed them into a tree and after a mongoose stole his brain, he pressured Devi for sex, his last words being, "Are you sitting on my face?" before he suffocated on the blown airbag. Devi's relationship issues continued throughout her high school years and into her adult life.

She was a clubber goth in her early twenties with knack for socializing and sometimes dating the weirdest people. Her next major delve into the dating world let her out to a movie and dinner with a guy who eventually ate the waiters brain. You can see where she'd become paranoid. Her last shot at dating was what drove her to being a hermit. She had gone out with a guy who had been stalking her sweetly at the bookstore, Johnny C. At the end of the night, he tried to murder her. After she karate kicked him in the face and ran away screaming, she hid in her apartment. Two weeks of screening calls from Johnny of heavy breathing, Devi worked up the courage to answer the phone, only to be greeting to the sound of a gun firing. This only caused her to withdraw more. Eventually, she was forced back outside in order to pay her rent. Socially, she only went out after that with Tenna and only if Tenna pressured her into it usually using the line, "You need to get out more."

Devi's last bookstore job is what lead to her being hired by NERVE. One of their story writers came in and saw Devi's doodles on the back of order forms and offered her a job drawing print covers for short science fiction stories. Since Devi was a slave to her art, it seemed like the perfect job and came with a decent paycheck to boot.

It was perfect, until the daily grind of incessant changes to half completed artwork, demands by the publisher and writer to change changes that she'd only just started, and the lack of time she had for her personal art became too much. Because she had no time to focus on her own works, something that had taken root in her head after the death of Johnny consumed the creative energy that she couldn't expend and started getting stronger.

The supernatural parasite took hold of one of Devi's pictures, one of a little doll, and started 'finishing' it so it could have a corporeal form. This creature, named Sickness by Devi herself, influenced the world around Devi. Electrical shocks and delays in time that cost her the chance to do her own art.

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It's not anything about the way Devi looks that captivates Cho. Which is saying a lot, because she's a very singular physical presence. She is both loud and muted, intense and plain, a walking visual contradiction. So for Cho to look at her and *see* none of that, it says something.

What fascinates her is the way she moves, how carefully controlled her energy is, kept wound up tight. She's seen that control break, just a little, and she knows what simmers bare beneath the surface. So, as Devi's hands flit across pages, tapping on bits of Cho's calculations to ask for clarification or to add from her own observations so that she can augment her equations, all Cho can see is the power held back. It makes those pale digits at once terrifying and beautiful.

All in all, it's a pretty fair assessment of the rest of Devi, as well.
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NAME: Devi D
CANON: Johnny The Homicidal Maniac / I Feel Sick
AGE:23
PB: Zoetica Ebb - largely regarded as the woman that the author/artist based Devi on.
HEIGHT/BUILD: A pale lean, curvy woman, standing at 5'9 and a good eye will peg her weight around 145 lbs.

[OOC]
BACKTAGGING: Yes!
THREADHOPPING: Please talk to me first but I'm very open to helping people get in on things.
FOURTHWALLING: On the chance that you know her canon, please feel free.
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: Graphic child abuse/death.

[IC]
Hugging this character: Yes, but she's not the hugging kind.
Kissing this character: Yes, but if it's not welcome, you might get punched.
Flirting with this character: Yes. She doesn't flirt that well, considering not a lot of people have flirted with her and not totally creeped her out, but it's welcome.
Fighting with this character: Yes.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Largely, yes, but it will be a case by case basis.
Killing this character: No.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes, that's fine.

Warnings: Devi is a trained brown belt in mixed martial arts and will react with as much force as she deems needed in any given situation.

CHARACTER INFORMATION/Kink List
Short Description of Character:
Devi is a fit but curvy 5'9 woman, with green eyes and vibrant purple hair that doesn't always photograph as the same color, kept in a shaved undercut. She's naturally on the pale side, something that's normally accented by her darker makeup and her multiple ear piercings. She's got a tattoo on her right shoulder.
YES
NO
✔ Oral Sex
✔ Herto/Homosexual anal/vaginal sex
✔ Strap ons/Pegging
✔ Voyeurism
✔ Light Bondage
✔ Semi-public places
✔ Multiple partners at the same time
✔ Dub-con
✔ Dirty talk
✔ Biting/Rough Sex
✘ Rimming (Specifically, giving)
✘ Non-Con
✘ Bathroom Play
✘ Bestiality
✘ Blood/Knife Play
Add'l Notes
Devi isn't well versed in sex and hasn't done a very large majority of this list, from this point in her life, but it's a guide for what she's into.


Did I forget anything else? Have a question? Have a suggestion for a plot or something? Hit me up. I'll consider most anything as Devi is well versed in Multiverse interactions.
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The girl with the glowing red eyes and cropped purple hair dressed in an orange Gi jolted into existence on the blacktop of the street, gasping as she grabbed her companions arm to steady herself. After a short whispered conversation, the man in the trench coat with yellow eyes left. The girl closed her eyes and whispered a name onto the winds.

Devi

In her normal apartment less then a mile away, Devi D gasped up with panicked green eyes from a nap on her couch, clutching her chest frantically as a heavy and painfully hot stone began pressing on her. It tears her from her seat, phasing her through the walls and obstacles until dropping her unceremoniously yards away from the other's feet. Green eyes squint up with a groan, confused and groggy but unable to deny the feeling of draw the form has. It was like her whole mind and body were gravitating towards the other.

Red eyes narrow in disgust at the creature that's on the ground before it, embodying everything she hated about herself. Weak. Mortal. Useless and cared for in a way that she hadn't been before. Measured steps carry the doppelganger closer to it's victim and the voice that comes out is bitterly harsh and cutting.

"You stupid fool. Never try anything different do you? Had to follow the same path. Fat lot of good your 'friends' did for you, huh? Where's Jackie boy, your sweet protector?"

With her vision focusing, Devi could see who it was and she bared her teeth in a fierce defiant grin. Her red eyed counter part. The other half of her being. She pushed up, dusting off the ass of her black pants as she settled into a fighting stance, head tilted up arrogantly. "At least now I know why you're so fucked up. Jack's around somewhere, I'm sure I'll be fine without him. Tell me what you want."

It was impossible for two halves of a whole to maintain stability this close to one another. A mind is a powerful thing and it yearned to fix the grievous tear that had happened. Both of their bodies twitched and tense as they fought against the natural urge.

"Why should I bother saying it, you know why I'm here. If you're not going to fight, then shut the fuck up and rejoin me." In the blink of an eye, Devi's booted feet dangle three feet off the ground, her counterpart hoisting her by a tightening neck grip.

Down the road, a small woman in a brown shawl and a very copper shaded elvish face has been creeping up on the pair and taken refuge against the corner of a building, hands busy in the pouch she wore over her shoulder. The Girls would have a surprise. Devi glanced clear eyes over at the woman and knew what her counter part had in store. Hatred was also a very strong thing and the woman would not survive in one piece. On the other side of them, another innocent face peered around a corner, blaster pistol at the ready.

The red eyed girl stares with a disdainful sneer up into Devi's face as she weakly bats at (her own) hands. After a second and a scoff of disgust, Devi's dropped back down, choking out her answer that was starting to lace with manic panic and strain. "What if I don't want to? What if I'm comfortable? Happy?"

Suddenly, the Other is an inch from her face and Devi stared into her own glowing red eyes. "I know what you've seen. The Sickness in our head. You're not happy here, left behind by your so called friends. We don't have friends and we never will. We'll end up bitter, virginal and alone with too many cats and a weird smell." A memory is shoved to the forefront of their minds - a date resulted in failure and shame that she expected any kind of happiness flooding them - and the red eyed girl gives an insane gleeful grin, pushing the words out venomously. "You really think that anything anything will change? No. With Cale at least we've got a chance at being something more then just a broken bitch with no focus or point."

It was a battle against herself. If she didn't join, there was a chance that they'd both be destroyed, a chance that the nightmares wouldn't end, a chance that the ring on their finger(s) would suck the life right out of yet another helpless victim. Devi stumbled back against the onslaught of accusations (they hurt so much more coming from yourself) and the small woman stepped out into the light.

A vial was thrown with a hiss of words, "Leave child." The red eyed girl slapped it away without concern as she continued to mentally barrage her counterpart with every other ugly detail about them she could. The small woman took a step forward with understanding and an intent to taunt into distraction. Her skin glistened and shimmered into dark scales, the s's drawn out like a snake. "Dealing with the Santanas will only bring you a lifetime of grief. Are you still planning on killing me, Devi? Leaving my orphans to suffer?"

The red eyes flared and centered on the woman as a new player stepped onto the great chess board they'd all found themselves on and blocked the young man with the blaster from stepping in. "You know nothing of my teacher and if you continue to spread lies about me 'killing' your child, Mei, I will see you dead." The glowing gaze snapped back to Devi. "Your answer. Now!" Devi shakes her head with an unsure step backwards as the two continue to argue.

Mei examines her claws "You did, technically you know. Mostly through magical poisoning and making me flee in under six hours after birthing. Maybe you should learn some control. Death is not nearly as permanent as the human mind thinks. If it gets you off you can act like some saint, but you aren't. I'm admittedly not in a good mood, whore. No one can free you from the bondage you put yourself in. Besides, if you kill me, you'll have a much bigger problems, lovely.. As I have six beautiful ticking psychological time bombs that I personally recruited due to their potential." The smirk could have peeled paint from the walls. "I propose a cease fire and a bit of a bargain... If you leave me and my lovelies alone, I will leave you and yours alone.. I just don't want you unraveling my plans…"

The red eyed girl was instantly standing directly in front of her, hands reaching out to grab the swipes that Mei has swung at her. "Who's the whore? Who got dumped? Who got left behind? WHO'S THE ONE THAT LIES TO EVERYONE THEY MEET ABOUT ME! I'VE BEEN GONE AND I'VE LEFT YOU ALONE! I HAVE NO ONE FOR YOU TO BUG SO GUESS WHAT YOU LIEING SNAKE? FUCK... OFF!" At her last words, she blurs again, her hands engulfed in purple fire, body shaking as she returns to her position. The street beneath her bends inwards, her force pushing it so. "Enough of this," she growls, wrapping her counterpart in a bone crushing bear hug, causing her victim to roll her head back and scream harshly out in pain. A half second later and the red eyed girl is doing the same.

The fusing of a soul is a painful thing and the scream that echoes through the occupied street and off the buildings, causing the debris along their area of the street to vibrate with the power of it. The separate screams slowly merge into one anguished cry as Devi D merges back into one being. With a gasp of air, Devi drops to her knees, head hanging as she sags back.

"Of course I'm a whore. Its the only way a demoness gets ahead," Mei coo'd hands dropped out as she slithered forward, looking for the time to strike.

The Girl looked up from under her purple bangs, eyes flickering between her normal green and the consuming red glow but neither could hide the insanity that swirled just at bay in them. Her voice was raw and spoken in an impossible duality. "Go ahead, Mei. You want blood? Try me." It seemed like everything else ran quiet, muted in the background. Devi rose off her heels a little, shaking hands spreading as her mind struggled to mend the whole of her back into something proper again. "Fight me. Fight me then, get your rush out of someone who's done you no physical harm. DO IT, ATTACK ME OR STAY IN THE FUCKING SHADOWS LIKE THE UNWANTED WHORE YOU ARE. BRING IT THE FUCK ON." She leaned towards the woman invitingly, aggressively with the scream and completely serious in her offer.

"You don't even have the blood to give me, you horrible disgusting girl. You're still a marked woman Devi, no matter what you do or what you say, I'm not going to submit to your will. As you may have figured out, I have freedom." The shrill biting cackle was piercing and enough to taunt Devi up to her feet. Her eyes continued to flicker as she's fully physically manifested, but the dark part of her is clawing for top control over the whole. It was about choices, always about choices. 

"THEN LEAVE ME BE AND TAKE YOUR LIES WITH YOU!" Devi raged at her with three steps forward before a man appears in a searing blast of deep red in front of her, his red eyes with their four extra tear shaped pupils spinning about the center trying to bore into her mind, "Devi! ENOUGH! Get control of yourself!" His form begins to lose shape, almost draining into shadow as his aura grows. His form becomes jet black as the red of his eyes fills the sockets, casting their own light, "You are too close now to slip back. Focus!"

"If I'm such a liar why does it infuriate you so much, Devi darling?", the woman asked, leering at her, snake like body coiling up onto itself as she further egged the Girl on. "If you want a fight, you've got to hit me first, right?"

Devi is forced back a few steps by Cale's arrival and barely hears him over the pump of rage in her ears. She screams at Mei and the blacktop between her feet caved in as her power pushed against Cale's. Black and purple arcs of energy crackled loudly as power went against power, lighting the area. "I FUCKING HATE YOU!"

Suddenly, Cale had a hold of Devi's shoulders and was boring his gaze into hers. He knew it wouldn't take much more before Devi thought around him and got what her pain and bloodlust wanted. "You.. Will.. Back DOWN." An instant later, the pair vanished from sight.
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