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Exiles WIP: Erin "Wild Child" Dovan
By: Raven Tepes Date: November 9, 2025, 9:39 pm
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"The road don’t care who you are—dead, alive, or somewhere in
between. But when the engine growls and the wind cuts through
the night, I remember what freedom tastes like... and it’s
better than blood."
~ Erin Dovan
"Chaos is the only truth that never lies. It don’t promise peace
or mercy—just motion. And I love it, ’cause in the storm, I
don’t have to pretend to be human."
~ Erin Dovan
"There’s a kind of beauty in a brawl gone bad—engines roaring,
fists flying, blades flashing under the moon. You can smell the
fear, taste the rage, feel every heartbeat like thunder in your
chest. That’s where I come alive. I don’t want quiet victories
or clean kills. I want the storm—blood, fire, and laughter
tangled together until you can’t tell one from the other. Chaos
is my church, and every fight’s a sermon."
~ Erin Dovan
"How does one describe Erin Dovan? That is like trying to
describe nature itself. Nature can be calm and then in a
heartbeat it's utter chaos. Nature cares not for those you love
when the weather becomes nasty. That is Erin in a nutshell."
~ A random biker
"I ain’t built for peace or patience. I’m the spark that hits
the gas, the grin before the crash, the laughter in the
wreckage. Some call it madness—I call it living wide open. Chaos
ain’t my curse, it’s my nature, and I wear it like leather and
blood: loud, proud, and unbreakable."
~ Erin Dovan
Enemy: Hold still, you psycho—
Erin: Aww, sweetheart, if I held still you’d already be dead.
Enemy: You think this is a game?!
Erin: Nope. Games have rules. I don’t. [B]Erin vaults over a
table, lands a spinning kick that rattles the enemy’s teeth.[/b]
Enemy: Damn it—stop moving!
Erin: Can’t! Too much fun! [B]She whips a chain around his
wrist, yanks him forward, and slams her forehead into his
nose.[/b]
Enemy: Gah—You’re insane!
Erin: Not insane… just enthusiastic.
[B]He swings a pipe; she ducks, grabs his jacket, and sends him
crashing into a stack of crates.[/b] Enemy: Why won’t you die?!
Erin: Brujah perk. Also— She grins, fangs bared. —I haven’t
finished playing.
Erin: C’mon, Ivara, just a tiny bit of chaos. A sprinkle. A
dash. Like seasoning!
Ivara: Chaos is not seasoning, Erin. It is a wildfire. And you
are already burning hot enough for the both of us.
Erin: Yeah, but it’s fun. You should try fun sometime. You might
even like it.
Ivara: I enjoy efficiency. Precision. Ending a fight before it
becomes… whatever it is you do.
Erin: I call it art.
Ivara: It looks like you threw knives, fists, and bad decisions
into a blender.
Erin: Exactly! That’s the flavor!
A distant crash echoes from the bar behind them.
Ivara: …Did you start another fight?
Erin: I nudged one. Gently.
Ivara: Your idea of ‘gentle’ ends in structural damage and
missing teeth.
Another louder crash. Shouting. Glass breaks.
Erin: Sooo… you coming?
Ivara: She sighs, pulls her daggers with practiced grace. If I
do not join you, you will get yourself killed. Again.
Erin: You love me.
Ivara: I tolerate you. Now move—before they bleed out and waste
my time.
Erin: She grins wildly. That’s my big sis! Let’s go ruin
someone’s night!
Freddy: You started without me? Rude.
Erin: Hey, I yelled ‘fight time!’ You just didn’t run fast
enough.
Freddy: I was grabbing my gloves. You know I like to make an
entrance.
A rival biker rushes Erin. She ducks, twists his arm, and flips
him over her shoulder.
Erin: There—entrance made. Now catch up!
Freddy: He laughs, cr@cking his knuckles. You call that a flip?
Watch and learn, kid.
Another enemy charges Freddy. He sidesteps, hooks the guy’s leg,
and smashes him head-first into a table.
Erin: Ooooh, that’s pretty! Do it again!
Freddy: Do what again? The takedown or the table break?
Erin: Both! Double combo!
A huge biker swings a pool cue at them. Freddy blocks it with
his forearm and drives his elbow into the biker’s ribs.
Freddy: Your turn!
Erin: She snatches the broken cue mid-air. Mine!
She leaps onto the bar, runs across it, and dives down, cracking
the cue across another biker’s back.
Freddy: See, this is why you’re my favorite chaos gremlin.
Erin: And you’re my favorite professional troublemaker!
Two more bikers circle them. Freddy rolls his neck; Erin
vibrates with excitement.
Freddy: Alright, sis—left or right?
Erin: I want both!
Freddy: Greedy.
Erin: Efficient.
They spring into motion—Freddy driving a knee into one
attacker’s gut while Erin kicks off Freddy’s shoulder to tackle
the other.
Freddy: Hell yeah! That’s the Dovan spirit!
Erin: He laughs wildly. Let’s break everything that ain’t nailed
down!
Freddy: And then break the things that are!
Name: Erin Dovan
Nicknames: Wild Child
Age: 235 years old
Species: Vampire
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 117 lbs
Clan: Brujah
~ Generation: 10th
Organization: Crimson Dogs Motorcycle Club
~ Rank: Member/High class
Family:
~ Father:
~ Mother:
~ Eldest Brother: Timothy "Tim" Dovan
~ Older Brother: Frederick "Freddy" Dovan
~ Older Brother: Joseph "Joe" Dovan
~ Eldest Sister: Irava "Poison Ivy" Dovan
~ Older Sister: Cheryl "Blood Witch" Dovan
Abilities:
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