Devinette Rouge L'Oignon

get ready for a wild ride

better take your time baby
get back to the basics.

Nickname: Devi
Age: 17, July 4
Nationality: French
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual... ish..
Status: Not even interested.
Student or adult: Student
Face Claim: Lea T
Extra Appearence&&Blood Status: Unusually sharp teeth && Muggle-born

make a good impression
Personality is Key

Devinette Likes
At least 5

• Mixing different chemicals
  
• The color purple
  
• Breaking rules
  
• Messing with people's heads
  
• Cucumber soda
  
• Laughing
  

Devinette Dislikes
at least 5

• Rules
  
• People giving orders
  
• When he fails to annoy
  
• Running out of cucumber soda
  
• Burning bacon
  
• Ramen noodles
  

Goals
At least 3

• Remove all the rules in the world
  
• Become a great wizard
  
• Invent olive soda
  

Fears
At least 3

• Being a follower
  
• Not being loved
  
• Bicycles
  

Secrets
at least 2

• He just wants to be loved
  
• Hates the color pink
  

Strengths
At least 3

• Good at identifying lies
  
• Knows a near infinite amount of riddles
  
• Has a great 'poker face'
  

Weaknesses
At least 3

• Not good with emotions
  
• Scares just about everyone
  
• A sore loser
  

Quirks
At least 3

• Downright annoying
  
• No one can understand him
  
• His clothing is ridiculous
  

Attractions
At least 3

• He can seem intelligent
  
• Knows potions rather well
  
• Sometimes he's funny
  

Overall Personality
If question of gender is the first thing people say when they look at Devi, after he says a few sentences that changes to “Get me the hell away from that thing!” For one thing, he never speaks clearly and no one ever gets any information out of him. For example, if someone were to ask him if he were male or female, he would reply something along the lines of, “What am I? I could be a male, or are you the one that is male? Or perhaps I am a female, with grace and swagger that was stolen from that lovely chap down the road!” And thus, annoying whoever is asking. He always speaks in riddles, and is known to switch between languages in the middle of sentences. His French doesn’t really make sense, but he’s fluent in it. He probably just speaks French in the middle of English sentences to screw with the person’s head, but if asked for a translation he’d make something completely up.

Another trait of Devi’s is that he is very prone to change the topic on a second’s notice. One second he could be talking about painting and then in the span of ten seconds he will have gone through all the words in the dictionary and now talking about birds. It’s practically impossible to have a decent conversation with this guy, and those who try usually end up giving in and run away in fear. Devi also tends to burst into giggle fits every five seconds, or when the time is least appropriate. Someone could be bleeding to death on the sidewalk and Devi will have been laughing like a hyena as if it was some sort of classic joke.

On that note, don’t tell him what to do. He’ll just do the exact opposite of what you want him to do. If someone tells him to shut up, he’ll just go into a drabble about how ‘shut up’ is such a strong term, or is it a weak term? Or does weak describe the weak and strong is really a weak word as well? Even if someone tries to trick him into shutting up by telling him to continue, he still won’t shut up. Devi can tell lies like the back of his hand, and knows when someone is trying to manipulate him. He also never reveals anything to anyone about himself, and when asked a question he usually responds with more questions.

Still, he does have flaws. Kind of. If you counted his whole personality as a huge birth defect, then he’d have a LOT of flaws. His biggest one though is that he’s scared of losing power. The reason he is so weird is because he hates being told what to do, by anyone. Be it teachers, parents, siblings, friends, whatever, Devi does not let anyone tell him what to do. He likes to think of himself as having power, and he doesn’t have many friends because of it. Devi does have the power to defend himself if anyone gets too annoyed with him, but his biggest fear is finding someone better than him and being thrown on the sidewalk. He’d never show that though, keeping that creepy grin on his face and being just as annoying as ever. It’s hard for a stranger to grasp when something actually hits home for him.


keep moving foreward
history shapes our future.

Place of Residence: A small house in France on the outskirts of London.
Birthplace: Lyon, France
Father's Name:Père L'Oignon
Mother's Name: Mère L'Oignon
Siblings:

• Severine L'Oignon (sister)
  
• Frère L'Oignon (brother)
  
• Poivre L'Oignon (brother)
  
• Brocoli L'Oignon (sister)
  

History:Once upon a time, Devi was actually a normal boy. Yes, he was normal. He did not speak in riddles, and he went outside to play like NORMAL little boys. And he did not dress in skirts, either. Back then, his hair was short and kept, and his eyes were a pretty blue color, not the unnatural color they are now. He was part of a family with two parents and four older siblings, who his parents favored in every way. Him? Not so much. As the youngest, you’d think that he would be their favorite, but that was far from the truth. When he came to Hogwarts it was a bit of an escape, but his siblings were still there and they were still in his life. Some people at Hogwarts might remember when he was actually normal, but it all ended after his first year.

When he wasn’t doing chores for his older siblings, having things stolen from him, or constantly coached on how to behave, Devi played outside with his friends. But their parents would always come and take them home, and Devi would be left all alone to endure the tortures of his household. Over the years, he had begun to hate rules. They kept him from being happy, they kept him from doing what he wanted. Those damn rules. Finally, he snapped on his twelfth birthday. He was told to be a respectable young man. That day, he ran around in a short skirt and high heels, an outfit even women would be shamed to wear. He was told to have table manners. That day, he threw the food everywhere and got his hair messy with the sauces. He was told to be silent and polite. That day, he laughed maniacally as he broke vases, tore down paintings and turned the house into a wreck.

That day, he ran away from home. Devi found himself a house isolated from the world, and he started experimenting. He was already full of magical potential, so the experiments only ruined him more. He started dressing every way he was told not to, laughing to himself because he was expected to be polite. Sometimes he would mix chemicals those wouldn’t even dream of touching, and then adding his own magic to create something completely new and then drink the chemicals. If he wasn’t exposed to them all day, he would have gotten sick. Through these experiments, his beautiful blue eyes turned purple tinged with red, and his hair grew out.

He still goes to Hogwarts, but he was completely changed from the boy he used to be.


better have looks or brains
everything else is trivial.

Roleplay Sample:

It was the middle of the night, a beautiful night in fact. The wind whistled through the trees, giving the entire area a peaceful aura. Devinette was looking out of the window at the city a few miles away. His violet eyes softened as he looked on at it, apparently deep in thought. He wondered for a brief moment where his family was. If they moved, or if they even missed him. He could fool just about everyone that he was just insane and that he didn't have feelings but when he was alone, here, in his house which smelled strongly of chemicals, he couldn't fool himself. Since he turned seventeen he could also use magic, and that only seemed to make the chemicals taste better when he downed them. How long had it been since he'd had real food or drink that wasn't drugged or enhanced? It seemed like forever. But he didn't mind much, he was already ruined anyway and it wasn't like one more shot was going to kill him. It might eventually, but not now.

Finding the city boring to stare at, the red-haired teenager got up from his seat and went through his clothes. He should be packing to leave soon, even if he wasn't looking forward to seeing Hogwarts again he knew it would be good for him. He tossed a bunch of things into his suitcase including bottles of cucumber soda and chocolate frogs and brightly-colored skirts and even his high heels. As it was the stupid rules confined him and he was forced to wear robes but he would always find some way to break the dress code without taking off the robe. Like the big fluffy purple hat he wore that one day in third year. "Kekeke," he giggled to himself as he remembered the professor's face when he walked into the room.

He ran a jagged comb through his hair as he hummed 'Twinkle Twinkle'. It didn't do much to the apple-colored locks other than tangle them even further. And the fact that it did just made the insane boy laugh even more. "I wonder if I shall have one final party before I surrender my freedom to the school of magic," he said with a slight hum and took out his wand and began casting spells all over the house. He'd clean later. Or maybe not. He made his way over to the table he kept his chemicals on and poured all of them into one glass ignoring the burn on his hands from the liquid and he downed it, using a spell to make it taste better as it went down. And then his giggles sounded all through the house as he felt himself float up to heaven. He loved that particular mixture, maybe it was the one that made his eye color change. And so he went over to the closet he kept spare clothes in and started trying them on, his final outfit for the night being short shorts--and they were so short, they could have been underwear--and a lacy tank top and rainbow socks.

He leaned back onto the floor ignoring the chemical stains and stared at the ceiling. Despite it all, a part of him wanted to go back to the boy he used to be. But he was unhappy, why did he feel this way?... No matter, such emotions were trivial. "Trivial as a trivia in the trivial trivia of trivial cows..." he muttered to himself and rolled over. "En dépit de tout cela, je manque de ma famille." He then shunned himself for saying such a thing and wiped a single tear from under his eye. "Ah. Devinette, vous êtes tellement sensible." He let out a small giggle and sat up. This year would be his last, and he was going to break every rule in the book.

Quote: I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

Overall I actually like the app. There are just a few things I need you to change. While, I understand the character is meant to be a bit absurd, likes as dislikes such as "gluing bacon to things" and "wrapping people in bandages" aren't really going to fly. While some of these can be frivolous and amusing they are meant to tell something about the character.

Also, you need to know the name of your face claim and they must be a famous or semi famous person. I apologize for any inconvenience. And there should be a bit about an image code for your character near where you put your larger name.

Thanks ^^
~Kat

Edited.

Accepted