I like to think that I am cool even though my older brothers laugh at me. I like to have fun with my friends and family. I have a deep sense of pride for my heritage. I try to hide when I'm hurt from my older brothers not wanting to be babied. I hate being one of the youngest and getting called baby boy. I love Dungeons and Dragons and playing it. Then I got introduced to Lerp which was even better than what I had done before. I'm creative and have an over active imagination.

[smear:#19e6cf]Positive Traits:[/smear:#7819e6:0]
1)Kind: Having a benevolent nature and an attitude of goodwill.
2)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.
3)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
4)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence.
5)Talented: Having a marked (often innate) ability, usually in a creative, athletic, or artistic field.
6)Curious: Marked by the desire to investigate and learn.

[smear:#19e6e2]Negative Traits: [/smear:#19e6cf:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Insecure: Lacking confidence and surety.
4)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
5)Oversensitive: Overly perceptive to emotion; easily hurt by external influences.
6)Indecisive: Prone to wavering between courses of action.

The Deveraux family originates from Normandy. Locational name from "Evreux" in Eure, Normandy. The place is so called from having apparently been the capital of the "Eburovices", a Gaulish tribe. This tribal name appears in turn to derive from the river name "Ebura" (now the Eure), which may perhaps be akin to a Celtic word for the yew tree. The Deveraux’s were first introduced into England after the Conquest of 1066. Our family line ended up in Ireland till the late 1800’s and they immigrated to the United States.

My great great grandfather, Clovis Deveraux, was a young boy when his parents immigrated here to America, and they settled in the mountains of Montana. Coming from old money my family never hurt in that department. Our range became one of the biggest ranches in Montana. Handed down generation to generation. Large families spread out across Montana creating more ranches under the Deveraux name, but my generation comes from the eldest son of each generation that inherited the main ancestral home. Which has been added onto over the generations through blood, sweat, and love. Clovis was sixteen when Montana became a state, and four years later after marrying a Shoshone maiden he founded the town of Big Sky, Montana.

That Shoshone maiden was the great granddaughter of Sacagawea, who helped Lewis and Clark in exploring on their expedition. Sacagawea traveled with the expedition thousands of miles from North Dakota to the Pacific Ocean, helping to establish cultural contacts with Native American people, and contributing to the expedition's knowledge of natural history in different regions. The National American Woman Suffrage Association of the early 20th century adopted Sacagawea as a symbol of women's worth and independence, erecting several statues and plaques in her memory, and doing much to recount her accomplishments.

Mom’s family came from Manhattan in New York City. Growing up in a penthouse apartment, only child of two absent-minded parents. Her dream was to have a large family. Her parents perished in a plane crash on one of their yearly ski trips to the alps when she was in her last year of high school. Dad had met her when he went to visit some of his cousins that lived in New York. When he came back to Montana after meeting her on one of his trips he wrote her daily, and she returned the letters. With no other family dad brought her home for holidays after that. They had barely graduated when they married. Mom was already pregnant with me though. Happily though. Sure she missed her parents, but she had never been close to them. My grandparents took her under their wing when she came to our family ranch.

Big Sky Ranch is the name of our family ranch. The closest town is Big Sky, Montana. It was actually founded by my great great grandfather who gave the ranch and the town the name of Big Sky. Our ranch lies at the base of the Snowcrest Mountain range. There’s nothing like sitting out on the balcony with a hot cup of hot chocolate with the beautiful mountains for a view. A roaring fire in the fire pit to keep you warm. As well as a throw thrown over you to ward off the chill of the freezing temperatures especially in the winter. I don't think our little town was even on the maps till they built the Big Sky Resort in 1973. It's a popular tourist attraction now.

After my parents got married they started having babies left and right. I was number twelve of thirteen boys. Tristan, Connor, Patrick, Shea, Rafferty, Declan, Finley, Rowan, Liam, Alaric, Ronan, me, and Rory. My name is Noah Reed Deveraux. Tristan says that mom called us her Lucky Thirteen. I wish I could have known her. I was only three when my parents went to town to do some shopping along with my grandparents. They got caught in a shootout between some criminals and the law. None of the survived. Tristan gave up his life sacrificing a lot to keep us boys together.

I grew up here in Big Sky going to school. I liked being outside doing adventurous stuff though instead of learning so I was more towards the bottom of my class. Not like I cared anyhow. I hated having to read till I read a book about Dungeons and Dragons, and then I was hooked. I begged my older brothers to get me more books about Dungeons and Dragons. Tristan just smiled, and since he was usually busy on the ranch the new few older brothers would bring me one home every few days. I'd take it and run to one of my reading places that I had sought out since learning to read.

Over the years my bookshelf has filled up with D&D books much to my delight. I even go back and reread them every chance I get. My older brothers would pick me up books too on their travels and other things. Kids at school teased me about Dungeons and Dragons calling me a nerd. Didn't know how I was a nerd though when I didn't like studying or anything. I found a few others that liked the theme, and we started a group playing the game. Which developed into actually playing it out. Tristan let us use a part of the mountain to do so. My older brothers helped build the area for us where we played. Bailee or Jenna would video us so we could watch them later. We would have a campout and watch it on a big screen outside.

On weekends we weren't playing D & D. I had Motocross along with my older brothers. It was fun flying through the air, and taking the lead in my races. It was a thrill I got like any other. We traveled all over for these events having fun with some of the other kids that had grown up in the club life. I loved the competition even if I wasn't as good as my brothers or friends. I won my share of races though.

By the time we were in junior high though there were only a few of us left, and the others only showed up once in a while. After a while nobody showed up on the weekends. I guess our fun was over by then. My brothers still teased me about it. One of the boys that I wasn't friends with anymore started picking on me in school. Eighth grade was about over, and I was just trying to ignore him. One day they jumped me after school as I was walking over to the high school to ride home with one of my older brothers.

When I came to the EMT's were there working on me. I was in and out as they took me to the hospital. I barely remember bits and pieces knowing my older brothers had shown up at some time or other. I'd suffered a concussion, broken ribs, and multiple contusions. I was out of it for a few days. My friends in the club had found out who had jumped me, and they retaliated. I don't really remember much about being in the hospital, and I was there for a few days. I missed the last two weeks of school. That was the least of my worries though with the pain that I was in. At least they gave me pain relievers to subside it.

Going into summer was a bitch though till I healed as hot as it was getting out. I stayed pretty much in the air conditioning with my brothers splitting my chores between them. I had gotten a whole stack of new Dungeon and Dragon books and movies. Even after what happened to me I didn't let that deter me from reading and watching the movies. Tristan or one of my other older brothers would join me once in a while watching the movies. Bailee and Jenna would make cookies and other kinds of treats for me. Her specialty was limeade slushies. I would sit out on the back porch enjoying those, and my brothers would take breaks joining us for one.

Once I was healed I had to do my own chores again, though it took me some time to get back into a routine so my brothers without my knowledge were still helping me. Toward the middle of the summer I was almost back to myself. I hadn't been to town since I had been jumped, and I was already dreading having to go to high school this coming year. Being a freshman was going to be hard enough, but having to worry about my nemesis wasn't going to help at all.

We had the big 4th of July celebration on the ranch with all of the MC and their families like every summer. It was the highlight of my summer so far. The weekend after the fourth though my brother, Tristan told me to get in the truck bright and early on Saturday morning. We drove out in the country farther to where there was a camp-like place. Tristan introduced me to a couple of local College professors who had a LARP camp there. It was a larger and full scale Dungeons and Dragons pretty much. I was hooked, and loved it. Tristan stuck around not wanting to leave me alone. I was welcomed though and got to enjoy the day.

Tristan or one of my other older brothers have taken me back there more than a few times a year. Even joining in once in awhile. Rory's come with us and had fun too. I did go back to school with the support of my brothers last year. They definitely had my backs, and the main instigator behind my back had moved away after my friends made sure that he wasn't welcome around anymore. I'm starting my sophomore year, and have a great group of friends that have fathers or older brothers in the Wild Wolves. Some of them have joined me playing Dungeons and Dragons and going to LARP with me. Things are going pretty good, and I hope it stays that way. Some of my friends have been going through hell lately, and losing family members. That I really don't know if I could handle.