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name Crishel Abdal Devisdah.
age/dob Nineteen. June 3th, 1989. (CANCER)
species/breed weredog - alaskan malamute.
occupation Musician; in a underground band called 'Blietz'. He's a singer.
sexuality 3 on the kinsey scale.

personality Crishel is somewhat of a loner, and he takes that to heart. He would much rather write song lyrics in the back of his cold, dark room. Using his only light source of a lamp, and listening to some kind of screamo music. He really doesn't have much interest in forming relationships with people, as he really doesn't trust them. He tends to be viewed as cold and heartless to people whom don't know him.

For those that do, they know what potential his raw heart has to give. It is that, that draws people to him, if turned off at first by his rude and pompous front. It is simply a mechanism he uses to weasel out the weak. But honestly, getting close to someone is something that Crishel cannot do. So, whatever better form to use, than with that?

Crishel is a male, and that does mean he does some really male-oriented things. He is incredibly shallow at times, and egotistical. He judges appearances, to put it basically. He loves to drink, which he knows by law he isn't supposed to. But, being a musician tends to bring it. Althought he cannot get drunk, unless in large consumptions.

The atmosphere, however; changes him. He feels like he is allowed to show his extremely sexual behavior, and can speak his mind, in the safety that people think he "is drunk". He loves to gather attention, and sit in people's laps, and kiss random on lookers. He's rather uncontrollable. He doesn't get angry often, just irritated whimsically. He tends to come off as being bitchy, or a divo.

It is his talent which also helps draw people to him. The boy can sing, and he sings well. He is close to the members in his band, whom really know his deep and depressing story, other than that, he doesn't speak to many others. He will communicate, in gatherings. He tends to need warming up to.

Introvert or Extrovert? Introvert, most of the time.
Phobias or Fears? Being found out. Being ripped to shreds. Murdered, or exiled. Lost his chance to sing in his band.


history Crishel Devisdah was born in Everett, Washington. His father was in the military, who is of Jordan descent. He was stationed in Iran for quite some time, before taking his leave three years after the Iraq war started. Smart move, right? His mother, Savine Magdnew, was a young romanian gypsy, 2nd generation american. She knew of all of the curses and monsters which she felt were apparent in her native country, and was quite a famous novelist before moving to the United States.

Here, with limited funds left from her time writing novels, has pretty much resorted to a house maker type lifestyle. Crishel is one of five children. A large, and loud family. His parents had high expectations for many of their children. Nalita Devisdah, Crishel's eldest sister, was a doctor for a small clinic in Bellingham, Washington. She moved far away from the hustle and bustle of her families' extreme nature. Crishel was constantly told he needed to out shine his sister, resulting in years lack of childhood experiences, being cooped up in his room studying.

He did them proud, or as proud as they wanted to be. Crishel graduated with a 3.8 GPA, and got a free college scholarship for the school of his choice. He of course, chose the Art Institute in Seattle, a lovely school with an excellent art program. He was ecstatic, and so were his parents. Getting a dorm room, the first semester was unbearable. It was really hard for him to keep up. He found his studies not getting done at all, and instead, wandering the campus. That was when he met a room mate a few doors down playing an instrument. He had stressed interest in starting a band. Crishel, however; at first didn't really want to partake. He was told he had a nice voice, but come on. This boy, whom avoid crowds, and people? He wasn't the right mold. With the encouragement of his fellow friends, he agreed to try out. And boy, did he blow their minds.

He sort of had this other persona -- Scitz, as it was often referred to. It was Crishel's awesome dominance over the microphone, and skills singing which caused the nickname to be born. It was as if expressing himself through music made him a different person. He was able to run around, hit those notes, and continue to bob his head while jamming out. Soon, Blietz was well known in the underground world, what they had hoped. In the mean time, his grades weren't getting any better.

After one gig in particular, it was that day which went horribly wrong, or such as it was thought. That was the day his life changed, and he wasn't the same Crishel anymore. He had gotten too far into the underground scene, and messed with people he shouldn't. It perhaps wasn't by choice, but by chance. As a group of people were running out of a warehouse on pike street, being busted by the police -- it was a fall which caused Crishel to feel sharp teeth, or claws dig into his sides. It caused him to sit up, and wonder what the hell it was. With mending his wounds, Crishel carried on. Things changed quickly, yet. He found himself consuming more, etc, etc. It was the day he would never forget. The day he changed, forever.

However, with the constant threats of his band's manager, and the failing success of his band, and his college virtually out the door, what left is there for Crishel? How can he possibly achieve a sense of independence, where everywhere he turns, he is constantly being pulled left and right. With the success of Blietz failing, his manager makes them do ridiculously stupid appearances. It has caused a few members to leave, and get replaced -- but Crishel has had no option of saying a word. When his friends encouraged his departure -- he could neither express why he couldn't leave, or talk about the subject.

Eventually, they grew distant. Rarely answering each others calls and what have you. His manager just may tarnish his life, his career.. everything for him... Should the chance be risked..? Would they accept him? Would that raise eyebrows or simply make people laugh? Whatever the stakes, he can't chance it...