Devon Savii

Alias: Devon
Gender: Male
Race/Species: Human
Age: 23
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Class/Profession: Writer (wishes he could be an artist)
Power Rating: 3
Description: Brown spiky hair, lighter at the roots. Deep blue-gray eyes. A smile. He stands at the norm, and is as athletic as the next man. Light brown skin, not many freckles. He has scars on the back of his hands, and keeps them bandaged with a thick linen. He normally wears a nondescript t-shirt and pants, but he always has his dark brown jacket, which goes from the waist, and has a higher than normal collar. The sleeves go to his wrists, and the back is smooth. He wears it open.
Personality: Jovial most of the time. Serious when writing. Refuses to talk about his hands. Can be a bit of a jester.
Equipment: 5 journals, filled with ideas for stories and doodles. The 5th one is empty, except for the first few pages. Has a cell phone, and a credit card that doesn't have a limit, doesn't use it often (humble). A thick roll of linen.
Abilities: He can write very well, and is ok with it, but he wishes he could draw. He took a couple martial arts classes, and got the gist of it, but didn't really like it. He doesn't like to won't talk about his hands.
Backstory: Mother died in childbirth, he blames himself. His Dad was really rich, but as soon as he turned 18 he was out of the house. He's been a starving artist writer ever since.
Miscellaneous: ~nothing right now