Post by crisis on May 4, 2011 10:48:50 GMT -6
Shawn Devauld
I can smell the death on the sheets, covering me
I can't believe this is the end
I can hear the sad memories still haunting me
So many things I'd do again
Full Name: Marshawn Solomon Devauld
Nicknames: Shawn
Physical Age: 27
Date of Birth: November 1
Hometown: St. Petersberg, Russia
Current Residence: what did you have in mind?
Occupation: Business man, Mob-Boss
Relationship Status: Single
Character Type: Half-Demon
Affiliations: Neutral…but he won’t hesitate to do what he thinks should be done.
Gender: Male
Hair: Black
Eyes: Brown
Height: 6’4
Weight: 200
Body Type: Athletic
Best Feature: Devilishly good looks
Worst Feature:Scars on his chest
Sexuality: Bisexual
Personal Style: Business Suits
Face Claim: Jonathan Rhys Meyers
Abilities:
Magical Ability -Shawn is able to cast spells both by mouth and by thought. As a half-demon he is a potent spell caster and can perform them with the speed and alacrity of a soldier with a gun. He was trained from childhood in a harsh and demanding manner, but the result was his proficiency…especially in dark types of magic. He is also able to take on a demonic form, one where he is a horned creature of fire and shadow.
Genius Level-Intellect – Shawn s is a child prodigy and is known to have one of the highest tested IQs in Europe. He is described as able to visualize a hypothetical situation and calculate the likely outcomes. He speaks fluent Russian, English some Spanish, and speaks Mandarin with an impeccable accent. He also speaks French. In addition to these abilities, Shawn holds several other fringe talents. He can outdo an average person with a calculator and his memory borders on being eidetic.
Systema – As part of his father’s forced training on him, he was required to learn the martial art. It was developed by the early Cossacks more than a thousand years ago, with historical record of this fighting style dating to 948AD. For Centuries Russia had to repel invaders from the north, south, east and west. Training includes hand to hand combat, grappling, knife fighting, sword fighting, lance fighting and fire arms training as well. It focuses mainly on controlling the six body levers (elbows, neck, knees, waist, ankles, and shoulders) through pressure point application, striking and weapon applications. Shawn has been training in this discipline as a boy, and is quite the deadly fighter, especially when combined with his near-encyclopedic knowledge of human anatomy. His weakness with this skill is that he has been training only for a shorter time than when compared to the other Khlystov’s.
Skilled Motorcycle Driver – Shawn loves motorcycles, and ever since childhood he has been training and practicing in its use. He is capable of manipulating the machine to make hairpin turns and launching off ramps. He can also perform multiple stunts that require expert handling skill.
Brilliant Businessman – Shawn is also quite the businessman, both legally and illegally. His proficiency in the business world is built upon ruthless and cold take-overs. His reputation is such that, he is called the Hang Man of the business world, due to his aggressive methods forcing many of his competitors to suicide due to bankruptcy.
Personality:
Shawn seems to be built from winter-cold stone. He is very pragmatic, and prefers a no-nonsense approach to everything and he doesn’t suffer fools gladly. He rarely displays unneeded emotion on his face, although he can be quite open to disapproval or even anger, although the latter does cause sheer panic to his subordinates. He doesn’t like things being dragged out, and prefers everything dealt with efficiently and properly. Living true to the Machiavellian values, everything that must be done should be done, no matter the consequences and no matter the methods. This makes for times when Shawn seems to be heartless but it is quite obvious that he couldn’t care less.
He is intellectually formidable and is a master tactician and a highly skilled planner and organizer. As a task master, he is harsh and demanding…very reminiscent of how his father was to him. He will not hesitate to punish underlings under his control for their failures, or even for their successes that didn’t come as quickly as he would have preferred. However, he does have a softer spot for Sophie, as she is very efficient, and she has served him unerringly for most of his life.
Contrasting to his demeanor, as a ruthless crime boss and a wielder of dark magic, he is actually quite the loving brother. Shawn can always seem emotionless to everyone else, but when it comes to Merrit, he has a genuine concern for her well being and a want for Merrit to have the best of everything.
Likes:
• Motorcycles
• Computer Engineering
• High-level Magical Power
• White-Russian (the drink)
Dislikes:
• Excuses
• Ineffective People
• Harm befalling Merit
• Having his authority undermined
Strengths:
• Manipulative – Shawn can play most people (entities) like puppets. His preferred methods include fear and intimidation, and he is usually successful in the usage of either. His domineering presence and the sheer power behind being a Mob Boss is usually enough to coerce others into doing what he wants.
• Ruthless – Shawn doesn’t hesitate to do what he thinks needs doing. He is rarely detracted by conscience or pity in his endeavors. He will step upon anybody who is in the way of him achieving his goals. This is one of his most useful strengths as a crime boss.
• High-level Magical Power – Shawn has considerable magical ability based on his lineage.
• Extremely Intelligent – Shawn is known to have one of the highest tested IQs in Europe. With his intelligence comes the ability to visualize a hypothetical situation and calculate the likely outcomes. This isn’t anything supernatural, and is merely a natural talent for Shawn.
Weaknesses:
• Emotionally Committed to his Sister – Shawn deeply cares for his sister. As such, Merrit can easily be used to manipulate him. Shawn’s love for his sister is his only true weakness. And will quickly buckle under pressure should any demands be made by parties who have some control over his son’s well being. When it involves matters of Shawn, he also often gets irrational and lets his emotions control him.
• • Imperious - Shawn possesses a controlling nature. He is the CEO of Devauld Enterprises, and is one of the most powerful crime-bosses in the city. Those aspects make him used to being in command, and having his orders followed in a heart beat. He may be offset by situations where he is not in full command of the situation.
• • Rigid – Shawn likes to keep things very traditional and pragmatic. He often goes about things in a “my way or the high way” kind of approach. He is rarely flexible, and will never compromise unless it’s extremely beneficial on his part, or on the part of his allies.
• Overly-Ambitious – Shawn is an intelligent man, but he has the flaw of not knowing his own limits or the limits of those around him. He always strives to be more powerful, whether as a Sorceror, as a Business Man, or as a Crime Lord.
Mother: Petrovna Rasumovsky - Human
Father: Jarrod Devauld - Demon
Siblings: Merrit Givins, Shane Devauld and Merit Devauld
Others: Sophie Foucault - Secretary
Bio:
Shawn was born in St. Petersberg Russia as the son to Jarrod Devauld and the Russian mafia princess Petrovna Rasumovzky, before moving back to the states. As the heir to the crime family, he was brought up under the Devauld household from a very early age, and he easily imbibed all the values of the family. His proficiency as a sorcerer was also identified early on and he was trained under the severe tutelage of his father. Jarrod was a harsh taskmaster, who viewed his son as little more than a weapon to be used by the family. His training methods were the main source of Shawn’s steel-tempered personality and ruthless ferocity.
Shawn’s childhood, was a story wrought by the whip of his father, and the torn and bloody life of the criminal underground. He was first imprisoned at sixteen, when he robbed a bank. His father didn’t pay for his bail, so that he would learn the price of failure, and Jarrod believed that the prisons would further temper his son into a stronger weapon. The former crime lord’s plan was successful, as Shawn became more ingrained with the criminal underground, and the prison cell was where he was able to imbibe more of the traits that would forge his person.
He left the prison a much harder man, after spending three years inside. When he got out, he showed more prowess as a ruthless killer, and earned his keep as a Contractor in the criminal underworld. Jarrod, began his expansion scheme soon after, and Shawn lead his own brigades.
When he was twenty-three, he was finally called back to Russia as his father was shot down in cold blood by assassins from the Balagula crime family. Shawn stepped up as the new head of the Devauld family, and wasted no time in making a name for him. He and his original team, charged into the Balagula hideout, and the resulting battle left over a hundred dead with Shawn back in prison, and the Balagula family utterly annihilated. This didn’t stop Shawn however, as he controlled the workings of Devauld from inside the prison, and he also recruited many more criminals into his cause. He orchestrated the largest escape from the prison, and using magic disposed of all evidence and charges against, effectively circumventing the government proofs that he had ever been, and should ever be in prison.
Shawn’s natural knack for business, assured the conglomerate’s rise to power. The intense success of the legitimate company didn’t make Shawn pull the Devauld family out of crime however. His business tactics were ruthless and aggressive, he pushed many of his competitors to bankruptcy and many of them committed suicide, thus earning Shawn the nickname “The Hangman of the Business World”. He became a multi billionaire and joined the ranks of the most powerful – and notoriously dangerous- men in the world.
RP Sample:
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Hayden was a guy who could have been called many things easily, some of them correct some of them only assumed. The list was unbearably long, where would a person even start? There was rich, cold, callous, cynical, morbid, bored, distant, sociopathic...and many more. But one thing that everybody could agree on, hell even Hayden could admit to this being an accurate description of him, was that he was a sleepy individual. Hayden often wondered why, only to the effect lulling himself into sleep again. But over the course of doing so, he did find himself coming up with a certain set of theories, such as sleep was the closest thing a person could get to death. Not that Hayden was in any hurry to die, it was just something he would no doubt feel an affinity for. Hades had a couple of lackeys in the underworld, Thanataos and Hypnos, the twin gods of death and sleep, so needless to say that was all this was about.
Hayden's sleeping schedule was shot, he slept most of the day so naturally his body kept him awake at night, until the wee hours of the morning when his sleepiness finally donned on again repeating the cycle that earned him his seemingly perpetual state of dreamy distance. Maybe people's stereotypes of him would change a little if they spent time with him at night? Probably not. So Hayden was asleep on his bed then, the silken sheets and blankets brought in from his home back in England, God forbid he settled with normal cotton sheets. Well on the contrary, Hayden could have slept on broken glass if he had no choice, but the sheets were here so why complain?
In his state of slumber, something coarse and wet came to the side of his face. Now would have been a perfect time, for one of those inopportune snogging dreams that teenage boys were prone to having. Only for them to wake up and see that they weren't smooching on the girl of their dreams but rather was getting a morning facial from their dog. Nobody saw them wake up, but it was just as embarrassing. Unfortunate that Hayden didn't dream dreams like that though, it truly would have been quite funny. His eyes opened groggily to see his gigantic Rottweiler, standing on top of his bed and threatening to rip all the skin off his face with it's tongue.
"One of these days...I'm going to be so infuriated with you Kirby, i'll dunk you into Phlegeton" said Hayden in his half awake state. Of course he didn't mean it, nor would it have mattered. Kirby was one of those strange, possibly only reincarnation, of a Grecian monster. To be more specific, of Cerberus, Hades' three-headed guard dog, and being dunked into a river of fire would do him no good. Kirby gave a doggish snort before he bounded off Hayden's bed and picked up his leash from the corner of the room and gave an excited bark.
Hayden rolled his eyes, there would be no use trying to argue with the beast...it would just be bothersome and he knew Kirby wouldn't permit him anymore rest. He pulled off his blankets before he sat up straight, Hayden was stripped from the waist up, and for his bottoms he had a pair of designer boxer briefs, which cost around $350 or something. Yeah, if you wanted to see how rich a guy was, you had to check how much he spent on apparel that was covered for the most part of the day. Hayden didn't think of such trivialities though, yeah he was rich so he bought the things that he could afford, simple really no need to analyze it and be troublesome in his opinion.
Hayden gave one final stretch before he stood up from his bed, he spared one sidelong glance for the pair of weights gathering dust in his room and once again he decided against them, too much work and Hayden hated work. He was toned with his muscles anyway, he didn't know why despite his lack of excessive workout...just good genes probably, or some super natural God of the Underworld influence, but who the hell cared. Hayden walked out of room, into the waiting chaos that was their dorm. Hayden's room was relatively neat, he did little but sleep in it after all, but the rest of their dorm looked as if a hurricane had hit it, knowing Skylar one probably did. But Hayden guessed it couldn't be avoided really, put three insanely wealthy teenage boys in the same room and you were bound to get a mess. Hayden could be comparatively called the most hygene-aware out of the three of them, but he was far too lazy to clean up, he could do fine with grinning and bearing it, unlike Skylar and Irvine, he didn't bring anybody into their dorm anyway, so he didn't get the chance to feel ashamed.
He picked his way through the mess from his room until the bathroom, only to find that one of his best friends, Irvine, was asleep his hands wrapped around the toilet and bottles upon bottles of gin, vodka, and what have you strewn about the floor. Hayden rolled his eyes, you'd think that the king of the sea would have more restraint really. Hayden could have sworn he was living in the room with two Dionysus rather than a Zeus and a Poseidon. Kirby came to his side and gave a distinctive doggish-laugh at the sight that was irritating Hayden to no end. "Come on give me a hand here, boy." said Hayden with a slight inclination of his head towards the piss-drunk bastard on the bathroom floor.
Hayden stepped forward while he picked up Irvine from the floor, Kirby helped by picking-up the rather large individual by the hem of his pants, as Phillip was somehow stripped from the waist up as well and it was the only thing Kirby could latch his teeth unto. Having the other man's bare flesh rub on his was slightly unnerving, and by slightly Hayden meant immensely. But he considered the fact, doing his business in the bathroom with Irvine there and decided this was the best option. They finally got to the bathroom door and Hayden looked across the hall, Irvine's room was the closest to the bathroom but the mess on the floor would be such a hassle, so that was when Hayden decided just to let his friend go...literally. Irvine hit the floor with a loud crash, but that didn't seem to wake him up from his stupor, he merely gave a grunt and continued his gallivanting in dreamland. Hayden kicked the bottles out into the hall before he closed the door.
Finally with his solitude, apart from Kirby of course but that didn't matter. Hayden went towards the toilet bowl, he looked down to see Irvine's blown chunks, he would have flushed it but in his brilliance, Irvine had thought to freeze some parts of the water. Hayden didn't want to risk backing up the toilet so he decided against flushing it, and merely held his breath before he did his business. When he was done, he pulled back the shower curtain only to see more bottles of the hard alcoholic drinks, Hayden rolled his eyes before he picked them up and placed them in the bin. He opened the faucet letting the tub rinse itself out for a while before he stepped in. The water was nice and cold, and dragged Hayden completely out of sleep. He went through the usual morning bath ritual, albeit deciding to soak a little longer than normal. It was only Kirby's impatient bark that prodded him to finish-up.
He pulled the towel from the rack, thankfully it had survived whatever Irvine had been doing here last night, and wrapped it around his waist. He stepped out of the bathroom, Irvine had not shifted from where he was, and like earlier Hayden picked through the mess until he got to his room. He threw the towel on the bed before he opened his closet. Hayden didn't bother too much with what he would wear today, as long as he didn't look silly. So he grabbed the first pair of available clothes that he could. He got dressed in some white slacks, a maroon v-neck slim-fit sweat-shirt, and a pair of casual leather shoes. Despite all his years in Pantheon, there had been only a couple of times where Skylar had managed to convince him to dress like a Jonas Brother. Hayden liked his European fashion, on top of that he was lazy to buy anything new and American. He went down on his knee to strap on Kirby's leash and with a final look in the mirror he decided he was all set.
Hayden went out of his room again, Kirby already pulling on the leash excitedly. His room was between Skylar's and Irvine's so he managed to pass his other best friend's door before he left. Hayden had half a mind to knock and ask Skye if he was already awake, Skye sometimes liked to run when Hayden gave Kirby his morning walk. But before Hayden could rap the back of his fist against the wooden door, he heard a distinctively female voice groan sleepily. Hayden pulled his hand back, oh yeah how could he have forgotten the banging of Skye's headboard against his wall last night? Of course, Skye's reputation for being the school's resident manwhore didn't count for nothing.
He let Kirby pull him along and he exited their dorm. Hopefully by the time he came back, Skylar and Irvine would be awake, and hopefully they would have had an epiphany and realized that they needed to sort out their mess.
He closed the door to their room behind him and walked down the hall, Kirby really was getting excited Hayden could barely hold him back on the leash.
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