Devi was born Devina Eli Ezell; or ‘Dee’ to her family – a small household including her mother, father, and one brother – in Sturgis, South Dakota, on March 8th, 1982.
Despite the reputation of the area, her family provided her with a easy, stable home - The normal life with no more than your average family drama, two dogs, and one cat. Devina was your average C-student, not overly popular but comfortable among her small, close-knit group of punk-rocker friends.
All was pleasantly normal until June 12th, 1999 – the day of Devina’s graduation. Her brother was already at the ceremony, having hitched a ride with the family friend’s carpool. Such was not the case for her unlucky parents. A high speed chase one second too late, a red light that turned green one second too earlier – the married couple never saw the large pickup. They were killed on impact, their bodies being scraped from the pavement as Devina searched the crowd of the graduation ceremony for their faces. She never made it to the stage. Instead, she spent the next hour hugging and comforting her younger brother, waiting for the next officer available to pick them up.
It wasn’t too much effort to convince a judge to leave the small property and her brother in her care. Devi, as she began to go by shortly after her parents’ deaths, was extremely level headed at the hearing set to determine their future. Seeing as the young woman maintained decent grades, an apprenticeship at an established tattoo parlor with decent pay, their family house was paid for and already she was eighteen – the court ruled in her favor. And, in doing so, turning a young teenager into a rebellious woman. She had always been a level-headed girl, seeing the world for what it was around them, it made her tough, and only slightly rebellious – showing itself mainly in her style of attire and her snippy way of not taking anyone's bullshit, be it fellow student or teacher. But when the world of responsibility crushed down on her, when her parent’s empty bedroom, still done up in their soft blankets smelling of their comfort she had taken for granted, lingered in the backdrop of her every day life, she only delved deeper into the bitterness.
Having inherited her father’s motorcycle, the two-wheeled vehicle quickly became her escape when she was not working or overseeing her brother’s care and attendance to school. The bike would whisk her off to the local bar where good looks and a sharp tongue made her worthy of a drink even if her age did not. It started with alcohol, drifted into a little pot, and eventually initiated her into the dabbling of harder cases of coke and other street drugs. By her twenty first birthday she was making more money dealing for the biker gangs than she had been working a legitimate day’s work at the tattoo parlor. She made high friends in low places by the time she was twenty-three. She worked quickly – her brother’s progression through public school and his decent grades propelling her more deeply into the lucrative lifestyle in an effort to amass enough money in case he wished to continue his studies through college.
Her brother saw it, the drug usage and selling, but he was loved and cared for – what love Devi had left for the world was given unconditional unto her brother, after all. And so he kept his mouth shut until shortly after his own graduation. He’d done as she asked, he’d worked his way through school, made an honest man of himself for some time – but he would not go onto college and now it would be hypocritical to ask him to behave any longer. He quickly joined Devi’s lifestyle, though remained mostly clean despite the temptation the dealing life entailed – he’d always been the more level headed of the two. He was compassionate, having been younger and less tainted by their parent’s untimely death, without the weight of guilt that made Devi so bitter. It was then that the pair began to move, using the money and contacts Devi had amassed over the years to fuel their dealing into a larger business of trafficking. Soon a catalog of small, black market guns were even added to their available ‘goods’.
The duo moved around constantly, staying only long enough in one place to collect a ‘suitable’ sum of money, only to move on before causing enough disarray to catch the eye of the local police departments. They began to collect a small group of likeminded riders with them. Tagalongs at first, friends as their travels continued. This lifestyle began to wear on Devi after a while, though. Perhaps it was the promise she’d given the judge, to bring her brother a stable home, or perhaps it was just damned greed…
Devi wanted a gang. And so, Devi’s now set her sites on a fine plot of land – Staten Island. With the plan of dubbing her riders with the mythical symbol of the Ravens, the motorcycle gang is ready to be born, fresh and wild from the rebellious girl’s mind, and headed straight for the untapped criminal, lucrative fountain of New York’s seedy island. (My main inspiration for playing this character is to make a hook for any other PCs that wish to get in on the ground floor of the FRONTLINE plot set up for Staten Island in the near future. I’d love to get a small group of players who would wish to join Devi and stir up some good RP for all involved.)
