davan xanathis fergusen II

[davan xanathis fergusen II]

`go shake it DAVAN!
`quote from your character.

[/b] Mariah
age; eighteen
rp experience; Four years
how you found us; I’ve already been here, lol
contact; PM
other charries; Mariah Fergusen
other; Nope
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`where the hell is my chiffon.
`i can't seem to get myself into motion.

[/b] Davan Xanathis Fergusen II
but it's okay everyone calls me; None
i popped outta my mom's b.ajingo; August 6, 1989
actually i'm some sort of; Leo
this place was such a s.hit hole; Maryland
ah, so like paradisefor me; Darmon
i don't look it but i'm actually; French descent
it's just the way the wind blows; Straight
baddest b.itch all up and through here; Fifth Year ; Computer Programming
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`designers, look out for andrae.
`tim gunn and andrae at the red lobster.

[/b] Jensen Ackles
you know i could just swim in those; Brown
does the carpet match the drapes; Brunette
i wish i could lose like three pounds; 165lbs
she looks like a freakin giraffe; 6’1”
and then i got one on my a.ss; None
they always seem to notice my; Strong jaw


you'll never see me without my; Davan is, how most of his exes would describe him, ugly. Not really though, he’s actually quite handsome, it’s just that because he’s such an ass to so many people, it ultimately bleeds over into people’s eyes. It’s like the saying ‘judge a person by the beauty on the inside’, well… Davan doesn’t have any inner beauty. So it’s pretty much he’s an ass. He keeps his brunette hair short, since he’s much to lazy to actually do anything with except spike it sometimes with hair gel.
Davan wears glasses but prefers to wear contacts most of the time. He’s nearsighted and could barely see past a few feet without his glasses or contacts. His father and sister tell him to keep better care of his eyes or he’ll go completely blind but he doesn’t care, they’re already shot. Most of the time his brown eyes look dull, as though he finds everything boring, which is true if it doesn’t involve a child getting hurt.
Davan usually wears the same old bored expression on his face. Usually he also makes faces at children to scare them. Other than that he rarely expresses any emotions unless someone is in trouble or pain, then he smiles or maybe even laughs. The expression, ‘it takes more muscles to frown then to smile’ is lost on him. Since he doesn’t frown, he’s fine, he just keeps his mouth still unless quickly beating someone with his words.
Davan would be a great athlete, physically strong without working out all that much, when he wants he could bench press about three hundred pounds, he rarely does. He doesn’t care about his appearance, which leads to him just wearing jeans, a shirt, and a leather coat over it. He finds other people obsessing over style annoying and would rather people just knock it the hell off. He’s been known to spill stuff on people’s expensive clothing just to do it.

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`it's a m0.therfu.cking walk off.
`looks like barefoot appalachain lil' abner barbie.

[/b] Cats, Girls, Dungeons and Dragons, Games, Being sarcastic, Loathing everyone, Sleeping, Reading, Having good, close friends, Anything that has to do with others suffering, The TV show Maury
i'm about to get wickety-wack all over; People, Obsessive Girls, Overly religious people, People who are ‘loudly’ gay, the ones who yell it out on the street, Idiotic people who kill themselves thinking that will fix their problems, Being happy, Large groups of people, Parties, Being dragged to parties, Being woken up, Children
it's like my signature kinda thing; Able to make people feel worthless, Can argue about anything, Physically fit and quite handsome
oh god not this again, i so suck; Can never make close connections to people, Never opens up about anything, Isn’t ‘touchy/feely’ so he doesn’t hug
it's like children of the corn but worse; Waking up on day and realizing that he’s done everything wrong, Not knowing what to do with his life, Dying, Realizing that one of his failed relationship was with a girl he truly liked
you know one day i'm going to; Actually figuring out what he wants to do with his life, in summary, find out what his dream is
it's just this weird innate thing; Sarcastic remark for everything, Listening to really old, bad songs, Playing table top RPG’s such as Dungeon and Dragons and doesn’t care what others think about it, Likes anything that has to do with zombies
some things just make me scream; Girl’s who are self-reliant on themselves, meaning that they don’t need to hang off of him to feel loved, Feeling needed sometimes, like the girl depends on him sometimes but can stand on her own, A interesting girl, someone who can talk about anything without sounding stupid or shallow, And of course pretty, but that’s not all that important
that is the most digusting thing ever; Idiot girls, Girls that need to be needed, who think their boyfriends are their lives, Girls who can’t take jokes, Stuck up girls, Girls who think that they just have to have a boyfriend


you best remember this b.itch; Davan could be simply called an ass, but to him he just sees things in a more… realistic light. He seems pessimistic at first but in truth, he just suspects things as they should be and has no grander hopes or dreams that can be smashed down once in the real world. He seems to find this comforting since he has nothing to lose.
Davan is an actual ass to people beside his friends, although he is a jerk to them sometimes. He beats people down with his words, doesn’t care about other people’s dramas if they don’t include his friends or his family. He tries his best to keep out of large groups of people since that’s where the problems stem from. Although not the best friend, he’s far from the worst.
As an advice giver and comforter, he doesn’t come far. He isn’t there for comfort and he gives realistic and actually helpful hints for help. Strangely, even though most people hate him, many people come to him for advice. He’s the unofficial advice fiver of Hampton Academy. He sees things that are doomed from the start but doesn’t speak up, since he just feels that he is justified for doing so. He sees the little connections between events that lead up to the big breakdown.
Davan doesn’t go far with happiness, romance, or sadness. The only time he showed true emotions was when his mother died. He tried to pull through for his family and did his best to leave that behind. On the happiness side, Davan does seem content with his life but isn’t happy with it, but he knows if he tries to change it he’ll fail at it. On the romance side, Davan is horrible at relationships, he’s like cat nip for every crazy, mentally broken, woman in the world. All of his relationships end with his girlfriend cheating, something broken, or on really bad terms, or, in one case, them dying. He seems to have dulled to these and isn’t all that surprised anymore when someone cheats on him.[/size][/ul]

`lighten up it's just fashion.
`daniel, you're almost completely on the floor.

[/b] William Fred Fergusen – retired barber – 58 – father
Betty Faye Fergusen – deceased – 53 at time of death – mother
it's cause you were dropped as a child; Dahlia Xanthe Fergusen – travel agent – 26 – older sister
that's what i'll look like when i'm old; Victoria Fergusen and John Fergusen
you know the different kind of uncle; Robert Gregory Fergusen; 38; Lawyer
and the one that looks like a rat; Mariah Grace Fergusen; 17; writing department
Olivia Ann Fergusen; 17; Dancer
pretty freakin sure we're not related; None
yea they used to eat my shoelaces; None


it's like hell but only faster; Davan was the second child to his mother and father, William and Betty Fergusen. William was older brother of Robert Fergusen who had been having a hell of a lot of personal trouble in his life, luckily it rarely spilled over into Davan’s life, other than the times he would see his twin cousins at his grandparent’s house. His older sister, named Dahlia Xanthe Fergusen, who was supposed to be a boy but since she was a surprise, their parents just changed her name slightly, she still hasn’t forgiven them. But when Davan was born, they finally got to use the name they wanted.
Davan’s childhood was a bit boring with all things considered. He spent most of his time either with his sister, or at his grandparent’s house where he would play with his younger cousins. Since Dahlia was older then all three of them, it was up to Davan to spend time with his younger cousins, which he did but not with a lot of relish. His parents were pretty strict compared to his uncle, he had to be in bed by ten until he turned thirteen and then he could only stay up until twelve. But unlike most teenagers, he never came to really hate his parents for what they did by being strict. He understood the need for it but that didn’t make him like it.
Once a teenager he finally made his scene at school. He was the class clown/asshole that everyone envied, feared, hated, and loved. He could get away with stuff that many other people would get suspended for. It helped that he made superb grades, was friends with the teachers, and was charismatic when he wasn’t being a complete and utter douchebag. He made friends very slowly, many of the good friends he has are the ones he’s had since childhood, since his asshole tendencies turn everyone off from trying to make connect with him.
His high intelligence helps him out in the computer programming classes, he’s the smartest one in there, allowing him to get away with a lot more than others could. He’s even smoked cigarettes while reconnecting the entire school’s computer system.
His sister moved away when he started high school, stating the fact that she couldn’t live around so many members of her family without going insane. Especially since the whole thing about where his cousins came from came out, it freaked Davan out a bit but it didn’t damage his relationship with his cousins. If anything it’s made a stronger connection to the two. With Livvy he’s protective off her and when she gets too smashed to even walk straight, he drives her home, with Mariah he’s more hands off, allowing her to come to him if need be.
The only time he showed even a hint of humanity was when his mother died of a heart attack. He didn’t tell any of his close friends about it for a while, withdrawing into himself a bit than usual, not even responding to people with his usual sarcastic remarks. It was his way of coping, though it wasn’t the best method since he’s more of an asshole than usual. He’s even snapped at his sister, father, and cousins a few times. He’s not happy with his life, he’s not content with it, but he knows if he tries to fix it he’ll just break it even worse.

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`i'm not your usual uncle nick.
`look at my wickety-wack trim. i mean, really.

[/b] 'sunset horizon'
i don't know what it means, something with; Fifth year, Computer Programming
it's six am in the morning middle of winter; anything else

you must be smelling your own crotch;

When she had first come to the camp, Charlotte hadn't relized that she was going to have to shower in one of those public shower places. She hadn't avoided it for long. She wasn't all about her looks but she did like to keep clean, back home she had taken a shower every night. And that was how she had avoided a lot of awkward run ins with other girls she didn't know. It wasn't that she was shy or anything, well she kinda was, but she just didn't want her first meeting with someone to be in a shower stall.

Right now it was seven at night and Charlotte was trudging down the bath towards the showers. She had her towel slung over one shoulder and a small bag she was carrying the held her clean clothing. Right now she was wearing what she had worn during the day, a white ruffled blouse with a tank top underneath, a black skirt that ended just below her knees, and a pair of plain black flats. She brushed some of her dark brunette hair out of her face. Right now in the near darkness, her hair looked completely black.

She entered the shower house on the girl's side, the lights coming on automatically. No one else was inside and Charlotte was a bit grateful for that. Each shower stall was seperate and there were like nine or ten in all, she hadn't stopped to count. The overuse of pink was a bit of an eyesore to Charlotte but she could stand it. The only bad thing about the shower house was that the sinks sat opposite of the shower stalls, meaning that she'd have to place her stuff on a sink and get undressed right there. Not a fun prospect.

She set her bag down in a sink opposite of a stall. She looked at herself in the mirror, her towel still over her shoulder as she did. A face she wasn't used to looked back at her. Her brunette hair which was usually had a shine to it was a bit limp today and her blue eyes didn't seem to stand out as much. Dark circles stood out underneath her eyes against her pale face. She grimaced slightly. She hadn't been sleeping well at this place, not at all. It was somewhat because she was sleeping at a new place but also because thoughts of home continued to haunt her. Having fought with her sisters the other day over the phone hadn't lifted her spirits in the least bit. She sighed, still looking at the mirror.

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