Grimm, Devon

[Guest]

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CASE FILE: Alchemist {Pirate}

Devon Grimm.... Remember that name, because the next time you hear it, you will be a dead man.
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FULL NAME:
Devon Grimm

AGE:
24

SEX:
Male

BIRTH PLACE:
Certa

RACE:
1/2 Cretan 1/2 Amestrian

DATE OF BIRTH:
April 22nd

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HEIGHT:
→ 187.96 cm (6'2 in.)

WEIGHT:
→ 77.27 kg (170 lb)

PICTURE:
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Spoiler:

DESCRIPTION:
Devon Grimm, a man completely designed by the good graces of above. Some lust after him, and others envy him.

At first, he may not seem like the biggest guy you’ll come across. However, every inch of his body is toned and fit perfectly. Luckily for him, he has a considerably high metabolism, which allows him to eat whatever he’d like and not gain a single pound. Devon works out regularly to keep his fit tone, usually three times a week at most. Whenever he’s in battle, he typically doesn’t sweat a lot. Devon only sweats on his brow and a bit underneath the arms, nothing too drastic. He has rather fair skin that is velvety smooth, and doesn’t rough up much. Even in battle he doesn’t bruise too easily.

Devon has long, untamed, blue hair that is pushed back away from his face. He doesn’t use any kind of styling gel, just the use of his hand whenever he gets out of the shower. His messy blue hair matches perfectly with the pair of brightest blue eyes a person can have. He’s been told countless times that people have gotten lost while starring into his mesmerizing eyes. They are typically relaxed and inviting, until something angers or frustrates him. Then they become rugged and hard, just how a man should have them. You can tell anything you’ll need to know by looking into his eyes. His lips are like roses, gentle and pleasurable. Luckily for Devon, he’s never had to kiss a person. On his right cheek, Grimm has a rather large jaw like structure stitched into his skin. It’s used to protect the area he lost during his human transmutation. Some are turned off by the appearance, but others are drawn towards its strangeness. Nevertheless, it makes for good conversation starters if need be.

Devon Grimm typically wears the same attire more than once, but has been known to change clothes every now and then. He typically sticks to a white jacket that comes down half of his abdominal region, with black collar and cuffs. Since he’s such a heartthrob, it’s only natural that Devon keeps the jacket open, revealing his tone torso to the world. He wears a pair of matching pants to accompany the jacket. They are a bit loose to allow for wiggle room and breathing down in that area.

Devon has a rather strong voice that is masculine and powerful. It’s securing and trustworthy, yet can be intimidating and come across as cold. His laughter is contagious, loud and boisterous. Those around quickly laugh along with him, even if they don’t find the subject humorous.

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PERSONALITY:
Devon’s personality can be a bit complex if one truly examines it. On the outside, he can be a bit of a loner. Sure, he doesn’t have problems actually interacting with people on a regular basis, thanks to Sophia, but he chooses not too. Growing up Devon was a pretty independent person; he typically spent most of his time engulfed in the pages of a fantasy book. He would spend countless hours a day reading stories of brave warriors rescuing princesses from far away places, while having to conquer lands and face fire-breathing dragons. Secretly, its something Devon has always wanted to do. Not so much rescuing a princess, but fighting dragons. Deep down in his heart, Devon Grimm is an untamed wild child, eagerly desperate to explore the lands for buried treasure. This allows him to instantly connect with children; due to the fact he has such a creative imagination. His parents weren’t too thrilled with his obsession with books and fantasy worlds, so he usually had to hide them underneath his mattress. This is probably a factor why Devon is a bit sneaky when it comes to things that he likes. Up until high school, Devon never had too many friends, so he didn’t need to be great with people. When Sophia came into his life, she taught him the valuable skill of socializing, and how to get things from people. Day after day the two would spend time building the skill of interacting with strangers. Sometimes his mind slips up, and he becomes awkward around people. If that happens, he’ll usually apologize and continue on with the conversation. Secretly, he’ll mentally beat himself up over the slip up.

The one thing that is rather odd about Devon Grimm is his fascination with skill. If someone has a unique skill that they posses, Devon will do whatever it takes to meet that person, befriend them, and learn that skill. Some would consider it to be an absorber quality, kind of like a sponge. Every since he was little, Devon was drawn to people that were different, which is probably why he read so many books. His brain works like a watch, the gears tick back and forth, and collect the data of the skill he wanted to learn. It doesn’t take long before hand moves and he’s already learned the skill. If someone is willing to teach him how, he can learn to master the art flawlessly. He has a bit of a problem coming up with the solutions on his own, but is able to work through it if the situation arises.

This is problem a reasoning why his human transmutation didn’t work properly. The only guide he was left with was a journal, and the rest he had to read and figure out on his own. Since that fateful evening, Devon has grown to become more willing to seek out the odd people. Those people that stand in large crowds and feel alone in life, because he’s been there too. Grimm hasn’t been able to share his past experience with anyone, except for his neighbor Luna, but that wasn’t by choice.

He can be a bit of a wonder, and doesn’t say much if he feels uncomfortable in a situation. Devon has never been apart of a group, so he’s learned to cope with any scenario and press on himself. For whatever reason, anyone who attempts to get remotely close to Devon ends up vanishing out of his life. He can’t explain it, but it happened to four people he loved dearly. He’s not opposed to people gaining his trust and becoming close, but he doesn’t expect much from them. It’s just how life has handled it so far. You win some, and you lose some. In his case, he’s lost a few. He won’t let that keep him down though, and when you actually get to know Grimm, he’s a pretty positive and encouraging individual.

Nowadays, since traveling around the world and seeing different cultures, Devon is pretty content with where he is. Sure, he’ll never forget that night, but it doesn’t have to hold him back from accomplishing his goals in life. If it means getting to meet people and learning one of a kind skills, he’ll take the risk any day.


LOVE:
Blades/Swords, Steak, Skills, Coloring, Balloons, Books (especially fiction), The color Green, Seeing his breath when it's chilly outside, Singing in the shower, Clouds, Umbrellas, Being Barefoot, Homemade Desserts

HATE:
Spiders, Popcorn, Laziness, Smoking, The color Orange, Banks, Storms, Fear of Dying, Disappointment, Throwing up, Jello, Staying in one place forever, Cockiness

DEEPEST SECRET:
Obviously, he attempted a Human Transmutation. Not only that, but for some unexplained reason, anyone that gets close to him over a period of time dies.

IDOL:
Sophia, Mr. Frank, Zex, Granny Zhen

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HISTORY:

Dear Whomever,


In case you’re concerned, I don’t have much of an attraction to women. Not saying that I haven’t gazed in there general direction, or stared at a certain body part whenever they’ve passed, but my primarily attraction is skill. For some reason that I cannot explain, I love to watch people do something their skillful at; maybe I have a brain default? No clue… Anyways, before I bore you any further with things you probably could care less about; let me explain to you a little about my past.

Growing up I was never the popular kid. In fact, I only had about a handful of friends. My social skills then weren’t too impressive. Not saying they are now, but it was painfully horrid in my elementary years. Instead of socializing with people, I would escape into alternate realities by the form of books. I found comfort and acceptances within the thin paper pages of a solid novel. Ha, I can even remember the look on my parent’s faces when they saw me sitting on a swing at my own birthday party reading Moby Dick. I’m sure dad was real proud then…

Oh, before I go any further, you must know something. Dad and Mum aren’t huge fans of my life choices, but do I care? Nope. Dad was a hard workingman, very devoted to his job and making money. I know this hurt mum; I can still see it in her eyes to this day. However, she would never confess it. Mum is a plain little woman that loves to bake. No one in the whole world can bake pies like her. Mum spent most evenings baking; I guess it was to relieve the doubt of where Dad was. There relationship isn’t perfect, obviously, but they are my parents. I do have love for them, even to this day. I may not be the golden child, but I have done things to make them proud… I hope…

Now, going back to what I was writing about earlier.

High school was odd. A lot of girls at first would stare at me, until they got to know how anti-social I was. I like to think I’m a pretty attractive individual, but my personality back then lacked something. When I was late into my high school experience, I met an amazing girl. Sophia. To her I wasn’t strange. She became my best friend and first crush. Her head reached about my chest, and she was as thin as a rail. Long brown locks fell down her shoulders, bouncing as she walked. Sophia has the brightest green eyes the world would ever see. I know I wasn’t the only person that thought this, but Sophia was beautiful in every way. Luckily for me, Sophia helped me over come the awkward years. I secretly think she made it her life goal to see me being social. With her as my teacher, I became slightly more popular. I began gaining the skills necessary to interact with people. Now that I think about it, I guess that’s one of the first times I began to be drawn to skill. Sophia was a natural at talking to people. Anyone and everyone Sophia would talk too. I would even bet a dollar that Sophia could make a rock talk back. My best friend was able to open the doors to a persons mind, and get them to expose the dirty secrets she needed to know. If Sophia was still alive, I have a feeling she would be a secret agent.

After high school, I went to University for a few semesters. It really wasn’t for me. Surprising though, I some friends. All of whom I knew several things about, but nothing like my relationship with Sophia. Thanks to her, she gave me that skill of building relationships. During the first two semesters, I met Frank. I ended up calling him Mr. Frank. Frank was a sturdy man that was very muscular. He could easily left me up with one arm. Mr. Frank was in his mid thirties, single and divorced. His wife left him because he spent too much time sword fighting. Frank could wield a sword like none other. He elegantly glided the blade of his sword in the air, cutting through almost anything with the slightest flick of his wrist. This is where my second craving for skill came from. I wanted that ability, just how I wanted Sophia’s. It’s so funny now that I think about it; I would skip classes back then, just to spend the day with Mr. Frank. He really did teach me everything I needed to know about sword fighting. Rain or shine, I would spend hours of training with my master. Over the year, my body became toned and fit. Heh, I suppose it appealed to the women even more. Do I care, nope.

I became a drop out. Thanks to my obsession with the art of sword fighting. I think this is why my parents have another reason to be disappointed in me. When I left University, I had a hunger to see the world. In my mind, I might as well do it while I was young. I wanted to see the different cultures, people, and history that I had grown up reading about. The only problem then, I didn’t have any money. Fortunately when I started out, I sat on a train with an extremely wealth young man. Zex, was his name. Zex had slick black hair that he liked to grease back with gel. His complexion was tan and exotic looking. I will admit he was a handsome lad. What’s so funny is that I wasn’t drawn to his looks. I was drawn to his skill of keeping money. Zex was a genius when it came to keeping up with his savings account. There was never a time when he didn’t have money. He knew the trade of bargaining with people to get things at such a low cost. I spent a year traveling with Zex, free of charge. He trusted me, and I became his right hand man. I told him in the beginning I would only travel with him if he thought me how to handle money like him. I remember him laughing, because he hadn’t been asked that before. Zex had a sly laughter, very devilish. In return, Zex expected me to protect him if need be. The lad wasn’t a fighter, and I was. I guess fate had this in store. We traveled through many countries, and the last place I traveled with Zex was Xing.

Xing is where I found alchemy.

Alchemy, such a cruel but rewarding ability in my mind. It’s like a spider, waiting to pull you in through the web for the feasting on your flesh and blood. I see it as an addiction, but a beneficial one. In Xing I met an older woman, Granny Zhen. She had seen the world, you could tell by the many wrinkles on her face. Granny had long white hair that reached down her back. In my mind, for an older woman, Zhen was fairly good looking. It must have been all the specialty foods she ate. Granny Zhen would eat the strangest meals, that weren’t appealing to the average person. Ha, I guess you could say Granny wasn’t average. When I first met her, she was manipulating fire out of thin air, so it seemed. I didn’t know much about alchemy; my parents rarely spoke of it. When I saw the way she controlled the burning flames, I knew I had to learn the skill. Granny convinced me not to learn the art of fire, but something more unique. This unique ability allows me to cause blindness by cutting off a person’s optic nerve temporarily. Granny was an observer, and she knew that I was skilled with a blade. If I could cause blindness and panic on an enemy, I could easily slice and dice the foe. After I spent about a year with Granny Zhen, I was close to perfecting this blinding alchemy.

Before I continue, I must tell you something crucial. I must tell you what happened to those four individuals that thought me a form of skill that I now use daily. All four, the moment I left, died. Sophia, Mr. Frank, Zex, and Granny Zhen all passed away. I suppose I sucked their skill right out of them, and they eventually died that way. Kidding… I think? Honestly, I don’t know how they all died, but they did. It was heart breaking when I found out. All those years of investing my time and effort with these people to have them vanish right before my grip. It is a lot like water, is just slips right out your hand the moment you try and hold onto it.

I can’t explain what I did next. Actually, I can. Before Granny passed away, she told me about a forbidden taboo that her husband had attempted years ago and failed. Human transmutation. Granny’s husband was obsessed with bringing back their daughter. He spent a couple of years researching the illegal ability. Everything that he learned or found of interest about human transmutation he wrote in a journal. I still have this journal to this day. Granny gave me the journal, and told me to read it. I suppose she thought out of anyone she knew, I could figure out that impossible taboo. I would spend longs nights reading this journal, and anything else I could find on the transmutation. In my research, I found that only a handful of people had tried this. The Elric brothers were the most famous out of any, and I was able to acquire information on what happen to them personally. Granny’s husband talked about the risk of performing a human transmutation, and something about a gate of truth. I didn’t know what that was at the time, but now it’s something on a whole different level than I had expected. I had months of preparation leading up to the taboo. My goal was to accomplish this skill. I wanted to be the first to accomplish this completely. There were nights where I would stay up into all hours, tossing and turning in my sleep because it’s all that I thought about. When I tell you my mind when crazy for it, it’s no lie. I had a couple of choices on whom to bring back, but none of them seem like the better choice. Instead, I did what Granny’s husband tried to do. I tried to bring back their daughter. It made the most sense, because I had everything I needed to bring her back in grasp thanks to that journal.

I rented a small cottage by the river, which was located a few miles away from town. It was isolated, so I knew I wouldn’t be bothered if I attempted the transmutation. The night was dreary, rainy, and damp. Everything I hated. The power went out hours before the dangerous attempt, but it didn’t stop me. I had plenty of candles in the house to give me more than enough light to see. The stage was set perfectly. I drew out the transmutation flawlessly, and did what seemed impossible. Seconds later, I awoken in a blank white room. It was endless in all directions, and I can still remember my heart pounding against my ribs. Nerves were pulsing throughout my body as I sat there. A voice called my name from behind, and I slowly peered over my shoulder. Before me were two large gates, and a small being. The thing had no facial characteristics, but was just blank. I can still hear the creature’s laughter as it asked me what I wanted. I told it I wanted Granny Zhen’s daughter, Qi, back, and it pointed towards the giant doors behind. Slowly, the doors crept open. Thousand of black hands stormed out like bees at me. I attempted to run away, but it was no use. I was caught. The hands didn’t feel like anything, but they were strong. My knees buckled beneath my body and I fell to the ground. From there, they literally dragged me across the distances to the doors. I was struggling to break free, but it was no effect. I couldn’t break the grasp they had on my body. The only thing I could tell you from that moment about how I felt was fear. I don’t normally get scared by a lot of things, but that experience will haunt me forever. I thought I was going to die. Then, just like that everything went dark.

I couldn’t tell you what they did to me, because I don’t know. But, I can tell you what happen next…

I woke up to a disgusting smell that lingered in the air. My eyes were blurry as my head rested on the wooded ground. Blood was gushing onto the floor from the right side of the face. I didn’t catch it at first, but there was a body behind me. I sure didn’t know what it was then, but now I realized it was Granny Zhen daughter. I struggled at first to sit up. My body was pretty weary from the experience, and I had endless amounts of blood running down my cheek. The droplets stained my shirt that I was wearing, but in that moment, it was the furthest thing from my mind.

“H-H-Help” The creature moaned as it starred at my being. It was truly horrifying. My mind was racing and I hadn’t a clue what had happen or who this thing was. Its face was quivering in pain, and I felt it pleading for its death. The blood loss from my cheek made me dizzy as I stumbled from the room-to-room trying to find my sword. When I finally found it lying on the table of the dinning room, I gripped it the best I could and pressed towards the being. If there was thing I was going to do, it was kill this creature. It didn’t take much, the effort I put forth was nothing. Blood oozed from its essences and covered the wood floor crimson red. After I pulled out the sword from the flesh of the being, my eyes rolled back into my head. Again everything went black.

Luckily, my one neighbor was home that night. She was outside at the time, running over to my place asking for candles. By the time she got there, she witnessed the whole experience from the other side of the window. When I awoken, I was in my bed. How she got me there is a mystery but I was tucked inside my sheets. Luna was a nurse, so she knew how to handle the wounded. My face was bandaged up, with medicine to heal the pain. Luna was by my side the moment my eyes saw the world that night. I can still feel her cold fingers wiping my wet hair from my brow as I panted for air. She explained everything that she did. Including disposing of the body. Luna used the river to her advantage and tossed the body down stream. After that, she took me upstairs and began stitching my cheek. From the human transmutation, I lost part of my face, including some of the bone. Fortunately, Luna showed me a trick to manipulate the loss. She gave me a bone ‘jaw –like’ structure and stitched it into the side of my face. I never lost my jaw, but I loss other bones in that general area, along with some of the layers of flesh down my stomach. Luckily, I keep it bandaged most of the time.

Nowadays, I’m a bit of a wonder. I still travel the world in search of skills, but I’ve got something most people don’t. For me, I can use my alchemy now without the use of a transmutation circle. At times this is extremely useful, but there isn’t a day that goes by where I don’t think about what happen that dreaded night. I’m still pretty upset with my self, because I failed. I was not successful with the transmutation, and as a result I lost part of my face and some of the skin covering my stomach area.

You might even be wondering about my parents, well I haven’t seen them since I did my forbidden transmutation. The most contact that I’ve done with them is written a few letters back and forth with Mum. Dad has keep out of contact, but I suppose it’s okay. Well, it hurts but I don’t want to spill everything just yet to you… I need to build the trust with you first.

I guess for now, that’s enough. Don’t worry, I’ll write more for you to read soon.


Sincerely,
Devon Grimm

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TRIVIA:
>Allergic to horse hair
>Has never been kissed
>His feet have to be out of the blanket at night
> His guilty pleasure is romantic novels
>Can't dance well
>Scared of disappointment
>Wishes he could go to the moon

>Fluent in Cretan, Amestrian, Xingese, Drachma

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OTHER CHARACTERS:
Vanity

CREATOR'S COMMENTS:
Yes, it's about time I created another character!

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Code:

[b]Bleach[/b]/[i]Grimmjow Jeagerjaques[/i]

CUSTOM RANK:
Rogue Warrior

OFFICIAL TITLE:
Gloom Alchemist

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[Aurelius Schwartz]

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