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NAME: Devin Khan
GENDER/PRONOUNS: CIS Female, She/Her
DATE OF BIRTH: January 1st, 1515
PLACE OF BIRTH: London, England
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Manhattan
OCCUPATION: Owner of Sinners, Board Member of The Khan Company & Clan Leader
FACE CLAIM: Greta Onieogou
CLAN POSITION: Leader
AGE AT TRANSFORMATION: Thirty
Trigger Warnings: Implications of Racism, Implications of Colorism, Murder, Violence, Blood, Depression, Burning Alive, Suicidal Thoughts, Eating Disorder
In 1540, Davina Khan’s life should have ended and, if she had any say in it, it would have. The beautiful and yet cautious baby girl with bright wide eyes and a soft curvature of her lips had been born to an Abigail Charleton. The product of a passionate love affair with a man whose name her mother preferred to leave unsaid. Her mother and his relationship may have been brief- her biological father’s identity continuing to remain an enigma to young Davina- and, yet, it was filled with more love than the time was ready to accept. And so, Abigail, did what she could to protect Davina and quickly married the newcomer to town, Roshan Khan.
Although Davina was only his step daughter, Roshan quickly became the only father the girl had ever known. But, unlike her two older step-sisters who seemed to be born without a fear in the world, Davina spent her first few years clinging desperately onto her mother’s leg, barely even sneaking a peak from the safety of her hiding place. As children, Sabelina radiated hope. She carried with her a romantic set of ideals and a thirst for life Davina could only admire. Alina - with a toothy grin that didn’t quite meet her gaze, a manipulative pull of her lips and a darkness that was hard to explain- had a confidence about her that made her a force to be reckoned with. And Davina, being the compliant and overly responsible girl that she was, did her best to stay in line and try to withhold the peace within their family, even when Alina was constantly trying to push her out of her comfort zone.
From an outsider’s perspective, it was only natural to assume that the two twins, Sabelina and Alina, would have been the closer out of the two. And yet, Sabelina and Davina quickly found themselves preferring each other’s company over Alina’s often antagonistic choice of games. Alina used to refer to it as harmless fun, and to the girl who seemed to not have a care in the world it might have been, but to Sabelina and Davina, who were far to aware of how society viewed them, it was a different story. They had to be practical. Their family was hardly well off with Roshan expecting Sabelina and Alina to marry to help improve their family’s status in society. While Davina held a different role. And for a while, she even convinced herself that she was fine sticking to the status quo. She had her family, however slightly dysfunctional as they may be and, although their family was not well off enough to be picky when it came to the mutual benefits received from marriage, she had truly believed she had everything she needed. That was until she met him. Her husband to be.
He was everything she could have asked for and more. Incredibly handsome with a sharp and almost addictive wit that couldn’t help, but pull you in. The once orphan had been taken in by a well-to-do family and, by the time she met him, he carried himself the way any perfect gentleman would. Well, at least to anyone else, but her. With her, he was cocky, blunt and playful. He managed to chip away at the towering walls she had built up around herself, made her question the world around her and pushed her to do more than what was expected from any woman in that day or age. He was a man ahead of his time and he made her heart beat faster than she had even know possible. They fell fast and hard and she had been lucky.
Davina had managed to marry for love during a time when it was frankly hard to come by. Her family had been all for the arrangement, while his had been hardly please, choosing to cut him off as punishment for canceling his previous engagement to his betrothed- an arrangement they had set up before he was even born. But, none of that seemed to matter as long as they had each other and soon they went on to create a family of their own. They had three beautiful children together and had been trying for a fourth. They should have lived happily ever after, only the luck they had couldn’t last.
The year was 1540…
When Alina Kaplan went off the deep end. She became obsessed with becoming immortal and being the most powerful creature that she could be which she managed to accomplish when she turned herself into a vampire. The darkness her younger sister had always possessed growing rampant as Alina left a trail of bodies and blood in her wake. Maybe things would have been different if Davina hadn’t felt an innate responsibility over her sisters, but with no end to Alina’s bloodbath in sight, Davina knew she couldn’t remain in her peaceful married bubble any longer. She and Sabelina tried to reason with Alina, but when that failed, they teamed up to create a counter species in the hopes that they would be able to put an end to the mess their family had caused. Together the two created werewolves and seraphs, only their troubles were for not and as Alina’s rampage continued, she decided to get revenge on each of her sisters for their actions.
While Sabelina had been turned on her way home from the market and ripped into that of her own husband, Alina had reserved her own select punishment for Davina. Her home, her safe haven that she had spent hours carefully curating pieces for, was, over the course of one mere night, set a blaze. The flames engulfed every inch of the property. But, Alina’s schemes didn’t stop there. The screams, one after another, echoed in Davina’s ears as her feet carried her forwards, shoving her way into the burning house without as second thought. Her voice growing hoarse, the smoke flooding her lungs, as she cried out again and again, desperately trying to reach the man she loved and the beautiful three children who remained locked inside.
Davina screamed until she didn’t have a voice left to use. Her tears stained her cheeks as she continued to throw whatever was in her wake against the weight of the door. She clawed at the lock trapping them in until her nails were no more. And only then, as she laid gasping for air against the hot wooden floor boards, her vision fading in and out again as more of the ceiling came crashing down on top of her, a dark shadowy figure emerged through the smoke. The taste of blood greeting her lips as the world around her went dark.
Davina Khan awoke…
Surrounded by the ashes of the life she had loved and, in its place, was the distinct and unquenchable hunger and desire to feed and potentially rob someone else of their happiness like her sister had made sure to steal from her. She knew she had to make a choice- to feed or die- and Davina had been leaning towards death. Only once again, her life was put in the palms of someone else’s hands.
Her father was set on their family starting over. He had plans in place for them to move to New York and to be married off once more as their previous sources of income had dried up. He sought to keep the remnants of their family together. So, he held his youngest daughter down and forced her to drink from someone he had plucked off the streets. He had kept his daughter alive and, yet, in doing so, the Davina her family once knew died and, in her place, Devin found herself growing colder. She still remained the put together image of perfection, but now Devin was more jaded, beginning to wear indifference like one might a shield. Rolling her eyes lightly over as her father forced the girls to make peace with Alina, well as much peace as they could after the horror she had caused them. And while their family stayed on the move and Sabelina grabbled with control, Devin struggled with feeding issues of her own.
Devin had never had a problem when it came to control. If anything, it became almost second nature to her to resist the urge to quench her thirst. Feeding, though, was where her issues lied. The moment a drop of blood grazed her lips, she felt sick to her stomach. Human blood was better than that of animals, especially if it came directly from the source, but all options caused her stomach to turn. She felt guilty every time she fed, especially on the days she enjoyed the taste of it. And she felt guilty that all of the loss she had endured had shifted the hopeless naive and overly empathic girl she once was into an uncaringly captivating creature. So, Devin held out on feeding for as long as she could, taking just enough to get her by and nothing more.
Devin moved through the next handful of decades just like that…
Attempting to care, but finding it difficult to do so when it came down to anyone other than Sabelina and on rare occasions, Nicholas, the vampire Sabelina had turned and had given her heart to. When the new war had started between the werewolves and the vampires, Devin had no problem letting the blame fall onto that of Alina. She viewed it as karma in a way. Although on the outside, she at least attempted to appear more sympathetic than she was in her head. And with Sabelina’s help, the two slowly convinced the witches to join their cause, providing the spell for the Seraphs to force the witches hands to help bring an end to the war between the supernatural.
After the war, Devin was granted a position on the council while Alina was sentenced to death. If their lives had been made up of that of fairytales, it might have been a fitting fate. The evil sister having to pay the consequences for all of the pain she had caused over the years. Only, they weren’t the heroines in the stories Devin used to love to hear and there was no such thing as a happily ever after in store for the Khans.
While they had wanted to put Alina to death, the two sisters couldn’t bring themselves to do it. Not when Sabelina knew that her actions had started the war and not after they had already lost so many loved ones as is. Devin agreed even if her gut was telling her otherwise, because the girl she used to be would have and, even if she knew deep down she no longer cared what happened to Alina, she couldn’t bring herself to completely give up on who she once was. Instead, the sisters decided to drain her and put her in a coffin, before sealing her in the tomb for all of eternity. Vowing that one day when things died down that they would bring her back, even if they truly had no plans to actually revive her.
But, as the Council was made…
The dust settled, Nicholas fully adjusted to their transformation and Sabelina going her separate ways, Devin found herself at a loss. She had spent decades punishing herself for the loss of her family and might have continued to if it wasn’t for an unfortunate run in she had with a man she had thought to be a ghost. Her husband had died during the fire. She had been sure of it and yet the man before her looked not a day older than he did when she had last set her eyes on him. The man she had given her heart to was alive. She should have been overwhelmed with joy, only the truth quickly set in that he had known where she was the entire time. He could have revealed himself to her at any moment and yet he chose to let her think he was dead, unable to face her after the fate of their children, blaming her for what had happened to them. The man she had held up on a pedal stool all this time turned out to be a coward and, although she didn’t hold it against him, he had a right to resent her and be angry after all, she chose in that moment to stop torturing herself.
She was tired of bending over backwards to be the self-righteous one. She believed in the council and maintaining the accords and would still without a doubt continue to devote her life to it, but the humans laws were another story. From playing the part of the perfect daughter to that of the perfect wife and then respected leader, Devin had never truly allowed herself to make mistakes or experiment. She couldn’t remember the last time she had fun and now that she was all on her own again, she was going to start. From traveling the world, helping young vamps where she could, and enjoying the pleasures life had to offer, Devin found herself becoming more flexible. She spent her evenings as an independent woman, striking up conversations with scholars, getting into heated debates with historians and learning to paint with the best of the artists. She stole petty little trinkets here and there which she referred to as souvenirs and had a grand ole time entangling herself with those from all different walks of life. It wasn’t until the past caught up with her once more that she found herself face to face with her sister, convincing her favorite person in the world to turn back on her humanity.
Devin helped out with the Khan Company for a while, until finally returning back to New York to resume her role on the council and as that as a Clan Leader. Nowadays, outside of Clan Headquarters and Council meetings, prefers to move a bit more under the radar, letting Khan Media run on its own, while she spends her free time attempting to live her life for herself for a change.