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Full Name: Devin Reynolds
Meaning of Name: "poet" Sex: ♂ Age: 31 Birth date: November 23th Western Zodiac: Sagittarius Chinese Zodiac: 牛 Height: 6'2 Weight: 150 lbs Build: slender Hair: dark brown Eyes: dark brown Nationality: American Birth place: Danvers, Massachusetts Ethnicity: distant European Species: human Connections: Wesley, Joel. |
Distinguishing Features: more often than not I can be found wearing contacts however, if I am planning on writing for most of the day, it is much more simplistic to wear my black frames.
Personality Generalization: insightful, rational, brave, articulate, perfectionist, surreal, cynical, careless, rash.
Current residence: a small but tidy studio in the city that never sleeps.
Occupation: full time writer. It could also be said that I, on occasion, I take care of people's four legged individuals. I am truly only a 'Pet Sitter' out of the goodness of my heart. Truly.
Common Accessories: glasses, a leather bound notebook and a pen.
Hobbies/Pastimes: writing, daydreaming, reading and having intelligent conversation.
Childhood: my parents were busy shaping their careers. Now that I think about it, I am almost certain that I was an unexpected surprise. My parents paid the necessary dues to keep me in childcare until I could attend school full time. I try not to reflect on my childhood too often. I operate under the assumption my life did not truly being until I was 15 years of age.
Story Thus Far:
I ignored all the warning signs. The late nights at the office coupled with interrupted phone calls were dismissively ignored. It wasn't until I heard the familiar pleasure filled moans emanated from my bedroom that the signs began to add up to anything of merit. It was a compulsive move on my part to open the door, but I needed to see the sinful deed with my own eyes. Sure enough my fiance and my best friend lay entangled in a passionate embrace, their bodies sliding against one another upon my sheets. I don't know how long I stood there wearing a mortified expression before the gorgeous brown eyes of my lover slid open and met mine. If possible, Ian might have been more surprised to see me than I was to see another man pressing himself inside of him. Even after his apologies and the countless amount of tears our relationship from that point on was only destined to deteriorate. In the end I left him to pick up the pieces of our past while I packed up and relocated to another city in another state. That image has been seared into my memories for the rest of eternity. Thankfully my Wesley coats this memory in brushstrokes of black the longer we stay together. Soon this former memory will be a new masterpiece of possibility.
If granted one wish, what would it be?:
To rub my new lover in my fiance's face, hah!
Likes: good food, intelligent conversation, guys and dogs.
Dislikes: dishonestly and uncreativity.
Favorite Color(s): black.
Favorite Style: casual or business casual. I tend to wear a lot of plain black shirts and casual jeans or pants. Comfort is a necessity.
Brand Loyalty: Ray Ban.
Favorite Place: the park, or any wide open space surrounded by the threat of the city.
Favorite Room in the House: the living room. It gets the most light and has a unbelievable view of the park below.
Favorite Food/Drinks: authentic and hand prepared foods. Pizza is an especially terrible weakness of mine. As for my favorite drink, you can never go wrong with a perfectly chilled beer or a mixed drink.
Favorite Music Genre: indie music. I have an affinity for words and base my favorite songs on those alone.
Favorite Books: a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's works. The man was pure brilliance.
Motto/Personal Quote: “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” -- Maya Angelou
Most Prized Possession: my black notebook. Any story, or promise of a story has been preserved in this book. It is the catalog to my passion.
Biggest Role Model: Edgar Allan Poe and H. P. Lovecraft.
Personality Generalization: insightful, rational, brave, articulate, perfectionist, surreal, cynical, careless, rash.
Current residence: a small but tidy studio in the city that never sleeps.
Occupation: full time writer. It could also be said that I, on occasion, I take care of people's four legged individuals. I am truly only a 'Pet Sitter' out of the goodness of my heart. Truly.
Common Accessories: glasses, a leather bound notebook and a pen.
Hobbies/Pastimes: writing, daydreaming, reading and having intelligent conversation.
Childhood: my parents were busy shaping their careers. Now that I think about it, I am almost certain that I was an unexpected surprise. My parents paid the necessary dues to keep me in childcare until I could attend school full time. I try not to reflect on my childhood too often. I operate under the assumption my life did not truly being until I was 15 years of age.
Story Thus Far:
I ignored all the warning signs. The late nights at the office coupled with interrupted phone calls were dismissively ignored. It wasn't until I heard the familiar pleasure filled moans emanated from my bedroom that the signs began to add up to anything of merit. It was a compulsive move on my part to open the door, but I needed to see the sinful deed with my own eyes. Sure enough my fiance and my best friend lay entangled in a passionate embrace, their bodies sliding against one another upon my sheets. I don't know how long I stood there wearing a mortified expression before the gorgeous brown eyes of my lover slid open and met mine. If possible, Ian might have been more surprised to see me than I was to see another man pressing himself inside of him. Even after his apologies and the countless amount of tears our relationship from that point on was only destined to deteriorate. In the end I left him to pick up the pieces of our past while I packed up and relocated to another city in another state. That image has been seared into my memories for the rest of eternity. Thankfully my Wesley coats this memory in brushstrokes of black the longer we stay together. Soon this former memory will be a new masterpiece of possibility.
If granted one wish, what would it be?:
To rub my new lover in my fiance's face, hah!
Likes: good food, intelligent conversation, guys and dogs.
Dislikes: dishonestly and uncreativity.
Favorite Color(s): black.
Favorite Style: casual or business casual. I tend to wear a lot of plain black shirts and casual jeans or pants. Comfort is a necessity.
Brand Loyalty: Ray Ban.
Favorite Place: the park, or any wide open space surrounded by the threat of the city.
Favorite Room in the House: the living room. It gets the most light and has a unbelievable view of the park below.
Favorite Food/Drinks: authentic and hand prepared foods. Pizza is an especially terrible weakness of mine. As for my favorite drink, you can never go wrong with a perfectly chilled beer or a mixed drink.
Favorite Music Genre: indie music. I have an affinity for words and base my favorite songs on those alone.
Favorite Books: a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's works. The man was pure brilliance.
Motto/Personal Quote: “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” -- Maya Angelou
Most Prized Possession: my black notebook. Any story, or promise of a story has been preserved in this book. It is the catalog to my passion.
Biggest Role Model: Edgar Allan Poe and H. P. Lovecraft.
