Kalliste, devilyn skyler

[Devilyn Skyler Kalliste]

behind the screen;;

real name/nickname;; Jess, and or Frost, and or Kurokawa
age;; 15
years of rp experience;; Five.
other los angeles characters;; Donovan.
skill level;; Brag-worthy.

just the basics;;

name;; Devilyn Skyler Kalliste
nickname(s);; Dev, Devi, Lynn, Devil
age//birthdate;; Seventeen, November.17th
gender;; Female
sexual preference;; Straight
occupation;; Citizen
schooling;; LA Highschool, grade eleven.
instrument;; N/A

reflections reveal;;

hair color;; Brown to black.
eye color;; Emerald.
height;; 5'5''
weight;; 112

other;; No piercings, or tattoos.

body type;; A very feminine girl, Devilyn is rather small and delicate looking, and this much is true. She's not very strong, due to the lack of muscle in her arms, though because of her sly body type, she's built more for agility and a quick pace. Her skin tone is pale, not completely white as a ghost, but she's getting there. Especially with the dark contrast of her hair against her skin.

Well, Devilyn really doesn't have a preferable style, it's more of a 'if she looks good in it, she'll wear it'. But, the colours she looks best in are probably two different extremes, black and white. Though, hoodies are what she usually wears, even if she doesn't need the extra warmth. She'll wear childish clothing, a skirt, tank top, all that good stuff, yet she'll deny anything to trampy, holding her body as a 'temple' in such a way, and doesn't want to sell her body in such demeaning ways.

celebrity play by;; FlickFaggot

it's what's on the inside;;

likes;;
- Candy
- Privacy
- Outdoors/nice weather
- Going fast
- Being accepted

dislikes;;
- Males
- Love
- Thunder and Lightning
- Enclosed Spaces
- Being touched

fears;;
Men, being touched, being rejected by her friends

weaknesses;;
Lack of communication, blind in her left eye, her phobia's.

strengths;;
Accepting, innocently naive, quick to read someone.

personality;; I suffer from a few phobia's, Achluophobia((Fear of darkness)) I don't know what lurks in the dark, and not being able to see my surroundings scares me. Agraphobia- ((Fear of sexual abuse)) My father....sexual abused me when I was younger...so i'm afriad of that happening again. Androphobia- ((Fear of men)) I'm scared to death of males, they can randomly burst out in rage and hurt someone...I don't know why i'm scared so badly, even though my dad was the one that hurt me, I can't help it though. Aphenphosmphobia-((Fear of being touched by men)) Obviously. Claustrophobia- ((Fear of confined spaces)) If there is not enough room that I can run around I freak out, let alone I can barely go inside the asylum without feeling enclosed, so I'm outside quite a bit. Cleithrophobia or Cleisiophobia- ((Fear of being locked in an enclosed place)). Being confined is one thing, being locked in is a whole different story. Ceraunophobia- ((Fear of thunder and lightning)) The sudden flashes and loud bangs throw me off guard and since i'm outside a lot I don't want to get hit by straying lightning. Lalophobia- ((Fear of speaking))...ever since my incident, I never spoke, I'm frightened too and I'm good with-out words anyway, all I need is my white board. Philophobia- ((Fear of falling in love or being in love)) With my fear of men, this is likely a phobia, love is the one thing i'm scared admit to, I don't believe in it nor do I think anyone will ever spend there time to try and fix me, others have lives and i'm happy enough to just be away from my family.

The one, utter most important thing to me ever, and my main point of weakness is...CANDY. Seriously, I'll do anything for candy, I love the sweet indulgence of it and it's just all around a mood upper, if i'm sad throw a sucker my way and i'll cheer right up. As much as I seem friendly, I really do like my privacy, if I'm to popular guys might start coming up to me and that terrifies me so I rather have a few close friends than a ton of random people coming up because they are a friend of a friend of a friend I know. Bright sun-shiny days : D Simply because it's relaxing and I can just lay out somewhere outside and fall asleep for a couple of hours, or well the fact that no thunderstorm clouds in the sky is reassuring for my personal safety. Though I don't sleep often, when I do its probably the only time I can relax and dream, where I can talk, where i'm not scared of what i'm scared of now, normal life you know? Going fast for sure, I like running, and oddly, I like the weird sensation of falling. Like when your swinging really really high and than at the top point you jump off, that weird slow motion feeling you get, thats what I love.

What I hate...bitter foods, opposite of sugar and well, bitter-sweet dark chocolate isn't my thing either. The dark, it's a phobia and well, I spazz it's embarrassing but I'm defiantly not the only one in the world thats scared of it. Thunder and lightning, loud bangs and bright flashses pretty much spelling out disaster. Men, my greatest fear, I'm scared incredibially by them and it's something I cannot explain in simple words--just, as long as they stay away from me i'll be fine. Love, the last thing on my list for now, its just, i'm straight and since i'm afraid of guys it's likely i'm scared of /love/, because if I ever get that tingling urge to be near a guy it'll be the death of me and I understand that.

getting in deep;;

father;; Trenton Kalliste
mother;; Rebecca Foxx
siblings;; N/a

history;; Oh well isn't this going to be fun bringing back up? Honestly, I believe that their shouldn't be these types of questions about what happened in the past, because its a tad bit ignorant, asking with-out any further knowledge of what the person had gone through or is trying to forget, yet I suppose if one is going to watch over us, knowing back-stories is a common must, so i'll behave and try to answer to the best of my abilities without leaving anything to important out, just, don't mind me if I skip over some stuff, i'm still not comfortable talking about more than half of this. My mother was/is named Rebecca 'June' Foxx, where as my father was named Trenton 'Anthony' Kalliste. I didn't have any other siblings, though the kids next door usually came over to play with me, they were around almost every other day so they could be considered family I guess. I don't really remember any other family other than that, but my grandmother Marie 'Elizabella' Kalliste called every now and again, and I lived with her after the events concerning my father.

We had a canine named Atlas--he was a great dane whom I loved to death. And lastely, we can not forget Roy, he is part of my family too...Roy is my whiteboard's name, don't judge, he likes it very much. Naw I just like naming non-living objects because it amuses me. So, onto the actual history. Probably around when I was nine, give or take a year or so, I noticed my father getting a bit...touchy around me, but being young I didn't know the difference-- he was my dad he was supposed to be there for me so why would I believe anything different from that? It wasn't like I knew he was going to start getting a bit more force-ful but you know crying at night because of a nightmare than someone would come in and sleep in your bed to comfort you, my dad was usually the one that came in and slept with me to insure my well-being. I didn't find anything wrong with it, and I was a mover while I slept so waking up in odd positions didn't really key in as anything wrong. Pretty much, if you've ever seen those weird shows, Steve Wilko's or Dr.Phil stuff like that where they talk to sexual abusers/child molesters my dad would be guest-starring on one of those shows.

Skipping slightly around that because it's rather upsetting, my mother never really seemed to notice anything different. Not that she'd pocess the strength to do anything, it wasn't a mystery who wore the pants in the relationship...well, we all wore pants but ya know how the saying goes of course? I didn't key into the actions of my father until it was to late, when like mentioned before-hand I was about nine or so, I was...running around with Atlas in the hallway, and dad just stuck the dog in the kennel. Probably so the dog wouldn't attack at my cries. And...all I really can mention without breaking down is the feel of his forced pushes agaisnt my attempts to get away. I screamed not for any reason, it wasn't like I knew anyone would come but...theres always that flickering hope you have as if last second someone would hear you and burst the door down to make sure your okay, well, my knight in shining armor didn't come. I must have screamed a lot, because it got to the point where my voice starting cracking between the cries and my throat stung. Probably annoyed him to because he almost cut off my breathing the way he covered my mouth, telling my to shut the fuck up before someone heard me....I can remember the faint feeling of his hands tearing away the clothing and I thrashed about like prey trying to get away from the preditors grasp. There was pain. A lot of it, blood. I...really don't feel comfortable with this, so i'll just move on and simply put it. My father sexual abused me, raped me that night. I continued to cry, and when he had his morbid fun, I just layed on the ground in probably what is known as shock.

Atlas could be heard barking and bashing at the door trying to get out, but I didn't hear him...well not intentionally, everything seemed to be fake in this world, as if, everything was just some crazy dream that I couldn't wake up from. Waking up from dreams was never something I did well though. My mom had drove him minutes after, only to find a broken me on the ground, in a coma-like state of mind. At that point I could only repeat to myself 'say your okay, say your okay don't let her worry, its all fine', I didn't want her to freak out over me, I /was/ okay, I wasn't dead, don't let mom cry over split milk. Being young, it...was tramitizing but my mom looked so tamed right than, almost like a fragile cloud of smoke that you could easily break though. I tried to talk, opened my mouth to tell her that it was just my fault, but nothing came out except for silent sobs, my body trembling. That's when mom grew rigid, tore through the house on a rampage after sitting me in the bathroom with Atlas, told me to not move until she came back. I listened and just sat there as the great dane laid down next to me, not seeming to notice all that went on but happy to know I was okay.

There were some crashes, yelling. Mom didn't kill dad, but she might have well have, so close but yet so far she'd always murmur silently to herself, as if she had gone crazy for not being able to protect her young. After that, child services took me away, mom being to hysterical to tend to me, and dad...well, no explanation for that one. So I lived with my grandmother for little while until I turned fifteen. I never spoke after that day, never said a single word, people would try, tempt for to talk, but I would just frown and shake my head. I don't know why but i'm still afraid to speak, as if saying anything will get me introuble. I also grew a strong dislike for men, I'd hide from them, run, cry when around them, and absolutely freak out when touched by one, if one could even get that close to me. I'd have a panic attack, flailing to get away. That's when grandma sent me to the asylum, she couldn't handle someone like me when grandpa was easily around the house 24/7. So here I am today.

let's see what you got;;

rp sample;;

The day was still coming alive-the sun burning brightly in contrast to the rather darkened and weary day as the grey clouds even though few-yet still so many darkened odd patches of the sky. Even though snow sprinkled downwards a few days before-hand, only a light sheet of the white powder dared touch the earth and hide it's natural colorations, but white wasn't to bad of a shade either-just, not as original. Other then that though, it was a rather warm day, with the blinding rays of blistering light touching through the heavens to collide with the earth. The odd freezing wind would blow soothingly past the bare-arms of those students around, as the recess bell-chimed before-hand, allowing those restless children to zoom out of the classroom like a stampede to crowd together in the hallways with those alike to them in personality.

Though, the day was rather eerie, droomy, oddly depressing with the murky, damp way the sky was, if one could simply pause a moment to take the beauty of the common area into consideration, one could easily decipher the natural, hidden beauty. How the trees, even though decaying and broken, shone with the white specks of snow, still standing tall to protect the earth against the weight of the clumps of snow. How the grass peeked its cautious head above heaven's purity. How altogether, everything shimmered like crystals, even though icy cold to the touch, a sight to be seen when undisturbed.

But well, as the kids tumbled through the doors, running each-other over to get outside, the nature was easily dismissed and the other humanoids were held in higher priority, that's why peer pressure was so extreme, people worried so badly to be in the 'loop', not to be the social reject, they forgot mainly whom they were, deciding that being liked for whom they were not, was much more important than whom they were. Who needed real friends when you could fake it and get super-ficial assholes anyway?

A girl with night-bleached hair that wisped to the side over her left eye strode forward, not a certain destination intended, well, maybe that bench on the far side of the field, it was covered in snow, but Devi didn't care, she'd just take off her hoodie or something and sling it over the edge. Flicking her head to the side to remove the dark edges of her hair from her view, Devilyn ran a hand lightly through her razor-cut edged hair that jagged out randomly, but cleanly. Her glistening irises an odd colour, a hazel mix between light blue and a dark forest-y green. Around the iris and edge was a dark emerald, as the base of it was sapphire. None-the-less a pretty combination. Her outfit consisted of a pair of nicely fitting dark blue jeans, a smoke-y grey V-neck, and a black baggy-hoodie that made herself seem petite when inside.

When she went to the bench, Devilyn shrugged her shoulders, allowing the hoodie enough ease to fall off and onto the bench, and Dev plopped down on it. She had a smile on her face, it was soft and natural, as a red sucker stick stuck out of her mouth. Red-candies were always her complete favorites, she didn't know why they just made her want to eat more of them, along with blue candies being a close first. The sweet flavor was always calming to her, even though being a werewolve was a secret that was hard to keep. Sometimes, she just wanted to run away, just turn into her black and silver wolf-self and sprint to a forest and run, it's easier that way, fleeing from the hard situations. But yet, this girl did hold herself as one that didn't run in tough events, just face them head-on, if you got hurt...oh well, life wasn't suppost to be sugar-coated.

Especially the stress of with-holding her temper behind her content demeanor was hell most of the time, some people just rubbed her the wrong way, but, Devilyn wasn't one to lash out despite her lycan other-half. This femme would much rather continue on her marry way, avoiding fights if the case called for her to leave, since well, Devilyn would and could kill someone if needed, and she dreaded that about herself, how violent her lycanthrope half made her.

By this point in time, dozens of humanoid, vampires, lycanthropes whatever they were stormed from the school, mixing in with-one another until Devilyn couldn't tell the first one out from the last. Confusion, dreadfully confusing, befuddling, but eh, not like she really cared. Since her group of friends seemed to make a 'B' line towards her once they diverted their attention to her. Smiling brightly, Devilyn waved a hand to them, eyes shining like a puppy whom just got rewarded a treat. "Jeez, you guys are slow," Good-humored and a light chime-like laugh, followed by her cocking her head to the side. "Hm, what are on your minds?" Innocently inquiring, as she watched each-of them kneel down to grasp a nice big handful of snow.

"Dev, come on! Snow-ball fight!" A females voice sounded excited by just the thought of it all, and Devilyn seemed to grin with mock amusement, she never was one for games that were designed for the best of aim, since well, this girl didn't have good aim at all. But, this lycanthrope was game enough to try. A smile still plastered itself upon her face as she stood up and rounded a sphere with the snow, packing it in tightly, so that it was good and hard, not as painful as a ice-chunk but hard enough to sting afterwards.

As the game progressed, Devilyn was well...she didn't hit one target, they moved, she threw, they stood still and watched, her ball went way over their heads, she really wasn't good at this. Though, her spirit stayed high, she'd have to hit someone at some point! Snow sparkled in her hair showing sign of her being hit at some point. Making another hard snowball, Devilyn decided that this would be her last try, swinging her arm forward and letting go, her misty eyes watched keenly as the snowball soared, and soared...and...hit a random person in what seemed close to the face. Blinking, at first, Devilyn stood there, staring at the ebony haired male she had hit, shit!

A frown showed on her face, leave it to her to hit the random by-stander whom was harmlessly going by. Running over, Devilyn moved her way to the male, and looked her over, before shifting her gaze to his, mostly to see if he was angry at her. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to nail you with the snowball, you were just there, and my aim is way off and bad, I was aiming for someone else, you weren't the target I swear. Dammit, did I hit you in the face?" Devilyn continued on, but it wasn't like she was trying to snake her way out of him being mad, her worry was sincere.

"You can hit me with a snowball if it makes you feel better, or the likes, errmm, not sure what else...you could have my sucker?" Though, most guys didn't care where the candy was, Devilyn was unsure if this boy was keen on noming on a sucker that had been in her mouth, or rather still in her mouth just off to the side so she could talk with-out seeming like she stuttered. Jeez, talk about cutely innocent, Devilyn seemed so concerned about his well-being it seemed as if he got ran over by a car or something.

Though, now realizing her concern for the male was rather extreme, a light tinge of crimson came to her cheeks, and Devilyn looked downwards as if embarrassed. She felt like an idiot.

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