davin rehbien.

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davin thomas rehbien

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characters full name:

davin thomas rehbien

nickname:

dav
asshole

gang:

riots

date of birth:

december 18th 1990

age&year:

seventeen&senior

sexuality:

straight

appearence.
turn around there's those eyes again.

face claim:

tommy tetris

general:

Davin is an extremely tall boy. He stands at about six foot five inches. He knows he's a giant and uses it to his advantage. He loves being so tall because it gives him an agility advantage. He’s extremely fast and can run, unlike most tall people who get tangled in their own limbs. He has a hollow face that shows any to all of his expressions greatly. Somewhat long black hair frames his face, giving him more of a livelier look.

His dark brown eyes are almost like some sort of abyss where nothing exists. It’s really hard for him to understand even himself when all he sees in a mirror is a monster. He could stare and stare and still not get his meaning or his purpose. It’s difficult for him to see any humility in himself because of how dislodged he has made himself from the rest of the world.

Tall, dark and handsome doesn’t begin to cover it.

Davin is an overall good looking guy, no lie there. He has a smile fit to make your heart squeeze and the looks to do the same, if only he ever gave a damn about either. He's got a mess of lengthy black hair on top of his head that falls straight around his face. He has dark brown eyes that tend to make him vulnerable, even when he’s the biggest hard ass you’ve ever met.

He likes to hide them behind his hair so that whoever is trying to pry something out of him will not be as successful. He has a comforting feel to his scruffy face and hates to shave so there's always a little bit of stubble hanging on his chin. He also has the both sides of his bottom lip pierced and sometimes keeps actual rings in it. It’s gotten to annoy him slightly so depending on what day it is, the snakbites are usually visible. He looks tough and knows it. It’s all part of the “don’t fuck with me, seriously” kind of message that he tries to send out frequently.

He has rather gangly limbs, hands that dangle miles out of his sleeves. He’s overly skinny with his desire to not really indulge in the pleasure of eating. Mysterious isn’t something he really uses to describe himself with but others tend to use it more than he ever would in his life. He doesn’t like the word because it implies that there will eventually be a prying into to get to the bottom of the mystery. He likes to think that people would be smart enough to stay out of his business, giving his intimidating oversize.

persona.
fake indifference and i.

habits:

smoking
fighting

likes:

smoking_+
drinking_+
having sex_+
e_+
any narcotic_+
watching nature occur_+
night time_+
not sleeping_+
watching people_+
determining behavior_+
taking anything and everything he can_+
sketching_+
throwing things_+
not being bothered constantly_+
not talking_+
not having to listen to people talk_+
writing letters to his sister_+
reading e.a.p._+
clubbing_+
running_+

dislikes:

laughing_-
smiling_-
speaking_-
girls who are clingy_-
bright days_-
early mornings_-
guns_-
rocks_-
shoelaces_-
tinted windows_-
rap music_-
country music_-
hillbillies_-
overbearing people_-
people who push_-
pushers_-
people who lecture him_-
people who insist on talking to him_-
being selfless_-
giving anything to anyone_-

fears:
personality:

this hits too close to home for me
and I don't need to be reminded of this pain

Common knowledge is that there are drugs in the world. Some you can name right off of the bat and some, you would never know exist. Each drug has its own characteristics and effects. It’s hard to really know what you’re getting into before hand because each drug has a different effect on the person who is taking it. It’s hard to really understand the way things work on the human body because each person is anatomically different and assembled in so many different ways. Sure, we all look the same on the outside but on the inside, we all have different imbalances and things that make us who we are. There are the men who have more testosterone and therefore grow fuller beards. There are girls who also have testosterone and also have beards. That’s kind of on the weird side, though.

A drug is much like a catalyst. It comes into our system and rearranges things in such a way that we become unfamiliar with who we originally were at one point in time. Maybe this is the whole objective of it. In reassembling our lives and structures, we find something in it that we like and want to continue on for a while. In a sense, Davin Rehbien is more than just a drug. He’s more like pieces of each. It’s more of a complex thing than a lot of people are actually capable of undermining and understanding.

COCAINE
Ever has there been something so lethal and cutting as cocaine. At least that was, until Davin came along. It’s a difficult aspect to push but much in the ways that cocaine enters the system and numbs everything, dulling it over with a false sense of pleasure, there’s something about the charm and smoothness about him that lures people in. Though when he gets close enough, he does as much damage as humanly possible. It sounds to wicked and cruel but sadly, it’s the truth. Here is where you lose any pity you might have had for him. Davin’s uncanny ability to turn people to nothing is more than anyone has been able to figure of it.

It’s something about his attitudes and the way he does things that can completely obliterate how a person is. What’s even more incredible about it is that he never has to say a word to do so. That’s probably good because of how little he speaks anyways. Sometimes, though, when he finds that he’s found a companion suitable for physical pleasure, they just keep coming back for more, even when he wants nothing more than to kick them to the curb. Why? Addiction. It’s a sick and sad thing. It never goes away.

GAMMA-HYDROXYBUTYRIC ACID
Silent but dangrous. Invisible. Sometimes, it is just like Davin is all but noticable. No one can ever seem to really pick up on his presence and the fact that he is there but he does have that edge to him. A lot of times, when he is pushed over the edge, he takes things into his own hands and those don’t end up too great. A lot of times, it ends somewhere with a fistfight in a dark ally and that’s never a good thing, at least for the other person.He’s the kid always being toted out of clubs for starting fights and never objects when he is tossed. He doesn’t care that people want to get rid of him because he doesn’t blame them. On the other end of it though, he’s the kind of chramer, even without saying anything, that could win over any one girl if he tried, and really tried, hard enough.

Most of them come on their own but there are a few times when he just wants one certain girl in particular and more often than not, he always ends up getting what he wants. While he is dangerous with the other males in fighting and keeping himself protected, he’s never even once considered wrongfully hitting a female. Sure, there are times that he loses control and throws things but he had never completely lost it to the point of sending come girl to a hospital. He knows his size and knows his strength. He may be a brute but there is some sensitive and caring side left to him.

HEROIN
Common, no? Much like heroin, Davin’s ability to create an intense feeling of euphoria and incresed tollerance effects people more than they willingly let on. It’s difficult to see a lot but it’s there and it’s plain in the faces of many. While he is introverted and withdrawn, he still has his own ways of getting about. He’s often up for anything that shows him a somewhat good time, even if it means that he might possibly be putting himself in the path of the law. He has never been one to back down from doing something, even when he was the happy, speaking, laughing, smiling child that has since died off in a part of his personality.

It’s hard losing someone you love but it’s even harder losing yourself. There’s one reason that he has figured this to be true. When you lose someone you love, it aches and it hurts for such a long time that things never go away. When you lose yourself, there’s nothing there to hurt. The body that had housed the person that once existed is now empty and whatever is left of it has no purpose. That is when life really becomes empty and meaningless.

ECSTACY
Pleasure and decreased ability to see the real sides of things tend to be the symptoms of taking E. In this sense, though, Davin is not just the drug himself. He is not necessarily the drug in this case but has a euphoria about him that creates the sense of the drug. There’s something about the heightened sense of pleasure that occurs to some when he’s around but just as it comes, it can snap right away as well. He can be in a relatively good mood and everything is going simply great and then, just like that it’s all drawn away and things can become iminently dangerous.

It’s not even to the extent of a bi ploar condition, it’s just that when something rubs him the wrong way, he can be thrown into a large fury and not be able to work his way out of it. He often gets into ruts and instead of calming down and using his brain to figure ways out of them, he got into horrible fits and tangets and uses his rage as a solution, even when it never works. He doesn’t see it as working a problem the wrong way, he sees it as doing what he knows best, even if it isn’t good.

history.
too bad you knew me.

parents:

jenny thompson
sonny mattox
melissa rehbein
bradley rehbein

siblings:

daniella rehbien

history:

All is fair in love and war.
All is at war with being fair in love.

There was never even the beginning of a ‘once upon a time’ story for the little ball of pale flesh that has since grown up to be the boy named Gavin Cardwell. I say boy because there still is no way to really consider him a man. In order to become an older, more developed member of society, there has to be a certain maturity factor to it as well. As for Gavin, this didn’t exist. It was as if there was never any plan for him to have a stable being that existed in his life, not even from the very beginning. Actually, that was where everything started going wrong. Most people go on and live their lives and then, that’s when the pain and the heartache and the rough parts come in.

For a lot of people, that piece of the puzzle isn’t added until way down the road when they’re older and have more capabilities of handling it better. No, instead, by some sick twist of fate, Gavin had been dealt the wrong hand. There was never a way that he could have become a civilized part of society. Ever since the town he had first lived in had gotten word of the things that had happened to him, no one wanted anything to do with him. He had been sent from foster home to foster home, no one keeping him for all too long a time. But I should probably get on to why, huh?

It’s always best to start at the beginning.

Jenny and Sonny. Have you ever heard of two more hippie-like names? Well, they weren’t even really hippies. Their parents had been though, born in the early seventies. Seventy two to be exact; Well, Jenny anyways. Sonny was born in seventy one, leaving him a year older than Jenny, which wasn’t completely unheard of. Actually, he was pretty stupid. If it hadn’t been for Sonny’s failing intelligence, the two might never have met. When he was especially stupid and failed eighth grade, he met Jenny and they actually even hated one another at first. It was like they couldn’t even stand the scent of the other if it came close from even a hundred foot range. They fought all the time during classes and both ended up getting suspended when Jenny started a fist fight with him their sophomore year.

It went on like that, constantly bickering and fighting and everything until they made some mutual friends and got along. That was probably attributed to the mass amounts of cocaine and heroin they started injecting themselves with. So, there’s always that one thing that you just love to do when you’re high because the intensity of it is increased tenfold. I’m guessing you know exactly where I’m going with this. Somehow, it had taken nearly five months for Jenny to get sober enough to even realize that she was pregnant and what does any addicted person do when they get put under too much stress? You guessed it; shoot up to make it all go away.

This only led to making things worse and you can bet your sweet ass that as those drugs coursed through her veins, the tiny fetus growing inside of her was feeding off of them just as much. Sad, really, when you start thinking about it. The pity you first feel when hearing Gavin’s story won’t last for long, I promise you. She kept on with it though, and the baby grew more and more addicted and needed more and more of the drug. When she was in a storage unit, being only seventeen, she had been getting high like had been a daily occurance and started complaining of sharp and tough pains in her stomach area. Instead of even considering going to the hospital, she let it go on. Why? Because she knew that if she went and they tested her and found the amount of narcotics in her system, she would sure as hell be sent to prison for a long, long time. Jenny Thomas was not anyone’s prison bitch.

This only went on for a matter of hours before she realized that if she didn’t go, something was seriously going to happen to her. The pains just wouldn’t stop. She almost considered shooting up even more to just get rid of it but had the little bit of sense to realize that it would only get her in more trouble with the law. When she got up to start walking in the direction of the hospital, she had a hard time doing so. Her legs felt like jell-o and she felt like something was lodged between her legs. That’s because there was; it was a baby. She didn’t get more than thirty yards before collapsing on the ground, writhing in pain. Passersby instantly stopped to help her. She managed to get to the hospital and was rushed in to delivery. Thank god she had actually made it, too or else that tiny little newborn would have never survived. It is his theory though, that the world would be much more of better place if things were that way.

As soon as she had gotten out of delivery, somehow, Jenny managed to get out of there as quick as she possibly could. The small three ounce boy had no name, no mother, no father and nothing to lay claim to. After running tests, the doctors realized that throughout her whole pregnancy, Jenny had been using narcotics and they were going to have to find a way to wean the tiny baby off of the drugs in order to keep him alive. There were other problems that occurred as well from his size but this was over all the worst one. Constantly, the nurses and doctors just called him ‘the Thomas baby.’ It was all they had to go off of. They had a chart with the woman’s name and nothing more. After so many weeks of taking care and watching and helping the baby, one of the nurses had finally had it. She wanted to know that it wasn’t just another crack addicted nameless baby that had been so carelessly left in the hospital NICU room.

She wanted something simple, something easy to call him. This was the same nurse who had stayed in every day, even on her days off, just talking to him, trying to get him to find a reason worth fighting for. It was so hard to watch a small human being have to fight for the rightful life they should have been given. Melissa Rehbien had her heart so invested in the infant that she couldn’t sleep at nights when she went home. She couldn’t eat while thinking of his small, thin, bony face. She had never pulled so hard for a patient’s survival in her entire life as she had done for this baby who no one else cared about. It was the doctor’s jobs to keep him alive because it was what they had sworn to do. They never swore in that they had to care. Somehow, though, Melissa grew attached to Davin, the name she had picked out, as they days went by and he kept getting strong and kept fighting for his life. Now though, he never saw why he did so.

After spending four months in Nixon Hospital, Davin was ready to be released? But to where? He had no family that claimed him, he had no one to take care of him. When Melissa found out that he was going to be released into Children Services, she jumped at the chance to adopt him instead. Years before, her home had been a foster home to many troubled young children and she was familiar with a lot of the faces that she saw when she went through all the motions of adopting that tiny, tiny boy. They all knew her kind heart too, which was why it was no surprise when she was actually granted custody after several months of non stop effort on her part. Things should start looking up from here, right? Wouldn’t we all think it? Sometimes, tales have to get a lot worse before they even start to show signs that they might improve and get better.

The few years in following weren’t bad at all. Bradley Rehbien had supported his wife the whole way through the adoption process. He was a good guy who spent a lot of his life behind a desk, writing for the local paper all day long. He was still at home a fair amount of time and was really devoted to the wife and three year old daughter that he had. When he welcomed in the new addition to their family, he couldn’t have been happier, even if it had been his own child. He had heard his wife talk about the fight the boy had put up from his wife every night that she had come home a complete wreck, terrified that he would lose his life before he had even been given a chance to make it out of the plain hospital walls. It was a good thing that they had practice beforehand with Daniella, their daughter, before Davin came along. They had to take certain precautions and make sure that he was given his dosage of medicine every day. Sometimes, things like that happen when kids are born with addictions. But even as a two year old, three year old, four year old, five year old growing little boy, he had been an angel to say the least. All good things change with time.

Somewhere between the smiles and happy family photos, though, Bradley was slowly starting to lose his grip on reality. No one had ever really been able to figure out what caused him to lose his mind that day that everything just came apart. Davin had only been seven years old when Daniella had heard the fighting going on upstairs. She knew. She had been hearing it rather frequently and knew that it was best for them to just leave. She took Davin out and to the park so that he wouldn’t have to hear it and maybe even get pulled into it. They had only been there for around twenty minutes or so before their mother pulled up, her face red and puffy, and told them they had to come home because it was getting late. That was probably the big decision that changed Davin’s life forever.

When they arrived home, Bradley was still in a fury. It was evident that he had thrown and broke things and there was even a rather large hole in the wall where the beams and supports were visible. Gavin never once let go of Daniella, but only clutched harder onto her when Bradley started screaming at their mother. She pulled him in close and hid behind the couch that was pulled slightly from the wall. They sat there, hidden from view for a long, long time just having to listen to the screaming and fighting and thumps of things being thrown. Daniella had made Davin promise that he wouldn’t cry and give up where they were and subject them to being drawn into the crossfire. There had been a loud thump of a noise and everything was quiet. Neither of the children moved and they heard a loud wailing cry that sounded like it came from their father. They had started to unfold when they heard footsteps leading away from the living room but shrunk back when they returned to the living room. They sat like statues until they both heard a loud boom slice through the air. Daniella had told Davin to stay where he was as she crawled out from behind the couch to see what had gone on. She stood up and looked down in front of her and screamed. She hadn’t even notice as Davin peered from behind her and looked at the massacre of a scene before them.

While Daniella had completely gone off the deep end, Davin simply stood there looking at the bodies of his parents, dead. Talk about traumatic.

It had taken a while to find a home suitable for the boy who had since been stunned to silence. He became a mute, never talking, only writing and nodding or shaking his head. Child Protective Services never really got what he wanted or needed because he didn’t care enough to tell them. He had been getting better at finding ways to ignore people and not even acknowledge them at all. He just kept being bounced from home to home, though, mostly because of his lack in being social. He never tried to make contact with anyone, he hardly ever ate, he wouldn’t oblige in the family rules and the only thing he ever did consistently was write letters to Daniella that she would never get to read. It was his only way of keeping any ability to remain human. Even as he was fourteen and at his forth home, he was still writing her letters and still not opening his mouth to speak toonly very few people. Only by hanging near the wrong crowd did he find a new addiction, or rather, an old addiction coming back with ten times the strength.

He started into the drug scene when he was only fifteen years old. He found that the very first time he had even tried it; it completely blurred his world and made everything go away. It was like his remedy. It made every image of his mother and father on the living room floor completely go away. It made it all shrink into blackness and dark depths that he himself never could go into. He found a new cynicism that he took refuge in. He enjoyed being… mean. It was like a release for him. He took matches to small rodents and animals that he could catch and would set them on fire. This didn’t go on for long, as he had been doing so in the local park and thought that he had seen a girl that looked exactly like Daniella. It scared him, even disheartened him when he realized it was his mind playing tricks on him. He stopped, realizing that he should have been doing what she would have wanted him to do. When he was pulled out of his previous foster home and moved to another, he saw it as a fresh start, not that he was going to actually change anything.

you.
monster.

name:

cait

age:

seventizzle.

contact Info:

[e-mail]

other characters:

your mom.

proof read.
i got my lesson learned.

roleplay sample: pssht.
and the secret word is: admin edit.

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