Devon McShane


This daughter of affluence never wanted for anything. Tutored by the best scholars and musicians, she grew into a graceful, quiet, refined young woman. The kind of woman that could see what was going on in her world. The kind of woman intelligent and compassionate enough to care about what happened to her people. The kind of woman that would do the unimaginable...she rebelled in her own way. Joining a resistance group, she worked undercover within the elite society and relayed the information back through other operators in hopes of setting things aright. Things were going well enough at first, but then she began to feel a sense of hopelessness as close friends and comrades began to disappear, never to be seen alive again.



...and so, it began with a distress call to other worlds for help. At first, there were no responses and she had all but given up hope. Then one night, she received a response from an elusive mercenary group...it was as if her prayers had been answered. She could afford their monetary demands...no question, but she never counted on the effect they would have on her...nor what was to eventually come.



Her background helped keep her free to listen and watch as others acted on her information, until she was exposed. Going into hiding, the mercenaries took her in and helped her hone her skills in many ways...amplifying her speed, dexterity and strength...this dancer-musician became a martial arts student who absorbed this training like a sponge. An avid student always, she learned quickly and ascended in the ranks quietly...unassumingly...lethally. And all this time, watching...watching a man so special that only grew to be more so as the months passed. He was self-assured, easy-going till riled up and had a sense of humor. His name was Wayne. Being very quiet and shy, he began to draw her out a little at a time and soon they were inseparable. Friendship gave way to love in a place and time that seemed never meant to be.



Becoming lovers should be a time of rejoicing, and it was...until the next mission. Thrown into separate attack groups, they were separated for the first time in months. His group followed the mercenaries plans. Her group followed the plan, using information from a new source, figuring one group would at least get through and be a distraction while the others attacked the compound. Her group was ambushed and left for dead; the regime left quickly to back up their compound comrades...thus ensuring the barest survival of Devon and Kalina. Together they drug themselves from this place of slaughter, tending their wounds with field triage techniques they'd learned...slowly and cautiously picking their way back to the old camp, but by then, weeks had passed and everyone was gone. For awhile, the two travelled alone, a small pocket of resistance in a world gone mad, but she missed her love and her heart was no longer in this civil war. Thankfully, the rebels finally quelled the sitting regime and she finally felt released to search him out once more...her heart needing to know if he'd survived.



Moving from place to place; she followed a trail gone cold for awhile...slowly gaining ground on this elusive mercenary group, learning along the way that she had been given up as dead in that ambush. Inwardly hurt that he hadn't come to check firsthand, she moved on, settling only long enough to get their next destination and a mode of travel...always following that dream...




Description: Long wavy chestnut hair, eyes of silvery gray, her build is athletic, she is 5'5''. She wears a leather flight jacket, one of a matching pair. On the jackets back is a picture of a red dragon in the form of a modified SR-71 Black Bird, on the right shoulder is a picture of a skull and cross bones, on the other is a picture of the alpha and omega symbols. On her right shoulderblade, there is a tattoo ...an interlocked Double D. Wayne wears one that matches.

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