Calvert, Mitch Nicholas (Complete?)

[MITCH CALVERT]

MITCH NICHOLAS CALVERT



say it's just a mistake
think I'd forgive you like that

NAME: Mitch Nicholas Calvert
BIRTHDAY/AGE: July 21st, 1992/ 19
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Homosexual
OCCUPATION: Student
FACE CLAIM: Francisco Lachowski

sometimes I'm hard to handle
burn hotter than a candle

SPECIES: Werewolf
ALLIANCE: good

feeling things that you can't deny
going crazy and you don't know why

LIKES: Meat - Boys - Laughter - Running - Winning
DISLIKES: Veggies - Bunnies - Losing - Snow - School
STRENGTHS: Running/Racing - Playing Tricks - Confidence
WEAKNESSES: School - Boys(cute ones) - Chocolate
FEARS: -He isn't a good enough werewolf
-Dying at the hands of a vampire
GOALS: -Finding his "true" love
-Becoming the fastes thing in Massachusetts

when people ask me how I got here
I just look at them and say

MOTHER:Cecily Windsor (deceased)
FATHER:Rick Calvert (deceased)
SIBLINGS: none
OTHER: none
PLACE OF BIRTH: Austin, Texas
CURRENT RESIDENCE: Meadow Heights, Massachusetts
HISTORY: Mitch Nicholas Calvert was born into the world in the 1990's. He was a love child. He wasn't planned. His mother and father actually hated each other. They had sex one night, they were wasted. They really had no idea who they were having intercourse with. So, when Cecily Windsor found out she was pregnant, she wasn't a happy camper. She wanted an abortion, but Rick Calvert begged her not to get one. He wanted the baby to be his own. Cecily, deciding she would have a heart, agreed. Rick was delighted. He began to take care of Cecily, for it was his baby and she was going to give birth to it. Now you would think they would fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after. But, of course, this was reality. So when it was time to give birth to Mitch, Cecily and Rick were ready. Rick couldn't wait to have a kid. Without the complications of a wife. Cecily went into labor. Mitch came out, and Cecily died. She was quite tiny and didn't really have the body to carry a baby. So, when she was forcing him out, she died. Her heart gave out. Sad, yes, but moving on.

Now that Mitch was born, Rick was delighted. He didn't give two shits that Cecily, for, again, they hated each other. Rick began to take care of Mitch. He even gave him his name. He loved the little child dearly. He could already tell they were alike, boy was he wrong.

Mitch was growing rapidly. He was 4 and knew how to talk, no suprise there. He could also walk. He loved to run around, making his father chase him. Rick already knew he had a love for running. This made him proud. Of course, Rick almost hated Mitch a little, for he had some attributes like his mother. Like, how he always seemed to talk back to Rick. He had the fiestiness of his mother inside him. Like a licking flame. He also liked to lash out at his father. Rick tried to hold himself back from doing something to Mitch, but he couldn't hold himself back for long.

Mitch was now 12. Eight years had past. Now he was going to school. He was quite popular amongest his classmates. Making them laugh in class, and always challenging the other boys to race. Only the ones he wanted to impress he challenged to race with. He had found out he was attracted to boys. At the time he didn't know the correct term was "Homosexual" or "Gay". He just told people that boys were good-looking or something like that. Again, this was nothing like his father. One day Mitch went up to his father and told him he found this boy in his class attractive. Well, Rick didn't take that all to well. He started to yell at Mitch. Rick was a homophob. Rick couldn't hold it in any longer and hit Mitch. Mitch, suprised, started to cry. He ran out of his house as fast as he could. It was night, a full moon to be exact. Mitch came across a dog. He didn't know it was a werewolf or even a wolf. He just saw it as a dog. He went over to it. He petted it. He didn't know that at that second the wolf will bite him, but it did. Last thing Mitch remebered was him being knocked out.

Then, Mitch awoke. He ached and he was...naked. Only being 8 he had no problem with this, except the fact that he was splattered with blood. He was also laying on the floor in his living room. Once he took his eyes off his bare body he saw the bloody scene in front of him. There was even more blood on the walls. Alot. Mitch felt a little queasy. His sense of smell seemed to improve as well. He could smell fresh meant. He got up from the floor, dizziness washing over him. He threw up. Then he walked on through the house. That was when he threw up a second time. There, in the middle of the living room floor, was his half eaten father. All scratched up and fleshy, yum. Mitch couldn't believe what he had done. He looked down at himself, with shame. Then, his instincts kicked in. He needed to get out and fast. He ran into his room and put on some clothes. He packed his backpack full of clothes and food he found in the cupboards. He was about to leave the house when he had forgotten something. Money. He ran into his father's room and grabbed his wallet, which was stuffed to the brim with cash. Then, Mitch was off. A lonely 12 year old on his own.

Mitch lost count of the days, but now he was 19. He had grown only a bit. He didn't grow all to much. His growth had slowed a bit. He was taller though. He hadn't lost his sense of humor, that was good, and he still ran about twice everyday. He made money wherever he went. Mostly from bets he won. He never stopped moving. Afraid of killing someone else. He was trying to find a place where someone could explain to him what this whole "werewolf" thing was. He knew he was one of them. He read a few folktales and figured out he was one of them. He did meet some other werewolves along the way. They gave him information on where to go. None of the information was helpful. One day, he stumbled upon a town called Meadow Heights. He knew there was more like him. He sensed and smelled it. He already loved the place.

This was already about a month ago. He didn't really want to be recongized, but of course he was. He really had no idea what to do. He attended the local school. He had all his papers, but he still had no place to live. He just wandered around the streets at night, always on alert. He never seemed to sleep anymore...well only in class.

you can sing along
while they're playin' my song

NAME/ALIAS: Dolly
RP EXPERIENCE: 3 years
FROM THE RULES: Yes
OTHER CHARACTERS: Nope
RP EXAMPLE:

{This was from another site. I don't know if it's my best, but I just loved this thread ; D}

Xavier eyed the small cup of coffee Nate had just drank out of. Maybe he should have just drank his. His was still steaming a bit. He put both of his hands on the table and was going to reach it, but stopped himself. Coffee always made him really jittery and a complete bitch. He left both his hands on the table.

Xavier nodded and stared at Nathan as he talked. Damn he was cute. He must have been staring a bit to much because he seemed to blush a bit. Xavier came out of his little staring session and replied," The parchment is fun to talk to anyone over, but meeting up like this is so much better. I'm glad its you too." Xavier gave a small chuckle before continuing," I find your politeness unique. Not everyone has that now. I sure don't." Xavier smiled as he admitted this. He didn't really like being polite, but for some rerason he loved it on Nate.

Once Nathan placed his fingers on his knee, Xavier's whole body seemed to prickle in excitement. He had to hold himself back from doing anything out of impulse. He swallowed hard.

Xavier raised one hand up to his hair and seemed to smooth it it out even more than it was. "Err. Thanks. I don't really try hard...I guess. You look better than me, thats for sure. I just throw on whatever thats the closest to me in my closet..." This was a total lie. Xavier spent forever figuring out how to do his hair and his outfit. He didn't want to come off like he was trying to hard to impress him...much. He felt strangely obligated to impress this sixth year. He didn't know why, but he did.

Xavier did notice when he blushed more. He didn't mind though. He found it darling. Xavier was also nervous but never really wanted to show it. It was like a small defect he had. He just couldn't seem to show people when he was nervous or embarrassed. It was that or he simply didn't want to. Which he really didn't want to show anyone he was slightly nervous or embarrassed. It was hard for him to show that side of him, even to Nathan.

this application is by aurora, credit to reba mcentire for the lyrics, please do not use without permission

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