Post by Mitch Stanton on Nov 17, 2011 11:41:05 GMT -5
Mitchell Stanton
---- THE BASICS
Character's Full Name: Mitchell Andrew Stanton
Nicknames and Aliases: Always goes by Mitch
Age: 31
Species: Werewolf
Played By: Rick Malambri
Appearance: Mitch isn't the kind of guy to spend too long in front of a mirror, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about his physical appearance. He prefers his medium-brown hair a little tousled but not untidy. He is known for his almond-brown eyes that tend to portray much of his true emotions. He has a strong face that isn't bad to look at, and he knows that-- not to a pompous degree. Standing at six foot two inches, and his body-type is visibly strong, well fit, moderately muscular, but mostly because he's running around everywhere, and not at the gym.
His clothing style is casual, jeans and t-shirts generally. Sometimes he'll dress up a bit more to button-down shirts etc, but that's only when he's really feeling bold. His most-noticed trait about him is the converse he wears, of varied colors and styles. Along with this is the wedding ring he still wears on his left hand, always doubting that its mate is still being used. But he still has hope in that matter.
Personality: Mitch has always been known for wanting to be helpful and needed. He doesn't always prefer those who like to do things all themselves, and whereas he used to always allow his wife to do the things she wanted to do alone, he likes to be asked for favors. He's confident, loves having just the right group of friends around him to enjoy a good time, preferring the simple things in life. He was never one for big rich stuffy people, and is very down to earth. He's a friendly kind of guy, and can strike up conversations with many people, which help out with his journalism, gathering facts and whatnot.
On the downside, Mitch has a tendency to snap a bit when he's denied something, which led to a few spats with his wife in the past. When he would offer to help and she would refuse, he would often stir up a small argument by muttering a snappy comment that generally backfired in the end. He's got somewhat of a temper, but can control it well, but like any human being will break occasionally. When he thinks he's on a good lead in anything, it's hard for him to give up, him being mildly stubborn (which also led to a few spats when he would refuse to admit he was wrong even when he was).
He doesn't really like surprises or any of that, so he gets angry instead of laughing it off when he's scared by someone or something. He has a good nature about him generally, but he'll get in those black moods that it seems nothing will cheer him up but a good night's sleep or some time alone, away from everything. He can be a little too spontaneous, even if he likes keeping it simple, and in one of his journalist cases he can tend to be a little too risky in gathering information, even if it's on what he calls a “fluff piece”.
All around, Mitch is a loving, caring guy who wants to get a lot of the life he was given. Recently, with this –situation, he tends to be a little blunt, mildly intense and maybe a little too jumpy, but he still holds onto his old self, and manages to do so only with the help of a picture he carries in his wallet, depicting himself, a beautiful woman and a grinning little boy...
Powers and Strengths:
+ Enhanced Strength (on full moon only)
+ Enhanced Speed (on full moon only)
+ Enhanced Agility
+ Enhanced senses (sight, taste, hearing, smell)
+ Lie Detection
+ Confidence (Mitch has always had a sense of self-knowing)
+ Determination (never one to give up, Mitch presses through easily)
+ Intuition (Being a journalist, Mitch has always been able to sniff (pardon pun) out details.)
Vulnerabilities and Weaknesses:
- Wolfsbane
- Device
- his temper (don't get in an argument with this guy)
- stubbornness (goes hand-in-hand with his determination)
- his guilt from leaving his wife and child.
---- HISTORY
Mitchell was born in Chelsea, Massachusetts on October 10th, 1980 to Greg and Christine Stanton. His father owned a roofing and carpentry shop, so Mitch grew up with general knowledge without needing much effort to learn. He was five when his sister Rachel was born, and it took a little time for the older and younger to get used to each other. But after the bond was formed, Mitch couldn't get enough of his new playmate, which lead to Rachel being quite the tomboy for a while growing up. Even from a young age, both Stanton children were known by their parents to be destined for great things. Mitch's passion was writing and photography (which turned into film when he got a camera for his fourteenth birthday) while Rachel never stopped dancing and singing. The two formed closer relationships through these talents, and many of Mitch's films were starring his little sister.
Mitch wasn't handed too bad of a high school experience. He found his own little place to belong, immediately joining the high school newspaper, the first freshman journalist/camera operator in a long while for that high school. Of course once his grades back to his parents for his first year, and his camera was taken away for a while as punishment, Mitch grew closer to loving writing, and he seemed to have created his own loose code for his stories. His parents, confused and worried by the code and his struggling in school, had him tested. Sure enough Mitch was diagnosed with dyslexia, which explained his would-be motto “I just see things differently.” Determined not to be disheartened, he and his father worked harder every night on homework and Mitch managed to deal with this challenge more and more. During his junior year, he met a girl who called herself Harper, she was a part of the drama department of the high school. The two hit it off well enough, and eventually they would act out scripts he had written and they would put their work into filming contests. And finally it landed them both in first place to attend one of two college choices: New York Film Academy and Northeastern University. Harper chose New York. It was a difficult choice for Mitch, because he knew he was in love secretly with Harper, but something was drawing him towards NU. Maybe it was because it was closer to home, or because it allowed him his passion for journalism... with a bittersweet goodbye, he and Harper parted ways right in the airport during a last minute changed-decision for Mitch.
Freshman year in Northeastern University was a bit of a struggle for Mitch. It was a harder program, majoring in journalism and minoring in cinema studies, and he found it difficult to keep up with core courses and his choices of study. This led to a chance meeting with a girl he sat next to in class, after he had spent a few lectures peeking at her notes as she jotted them down, mirroring every one as best he could. When she confronted him, he told her the complete truth and rather than reacting negatively, the girl named Gretchen Rossum offered to help him study. It seemed after that that Mitch felt more like he belonged in this new place. He would feel a surge of happiness every time he spotted Gretchen on campus, and the two become friends rapidly, as he always liked to make her laugh and he admired her intelligence. This admiration, once Mitch discovered it was actually a crush, forced him to ask her on a date before their first summer apart. Gretchen seemed to have fun, and Mitch never stopped smiling through the summer that left them apart. They met again that fall and the first words out of his mouth was “Movie? Tonight? Please say yes.” Movie turned to dinner, which turned into coffee which turned into a blissful relationship soon after. After graduation, Gretchen wanted to pursue further education, and Mitch was accepted into an internship in Boston, so the two parted with a promise to keep in contact. It was hard to do so, though, with Gretchen's intensive studies, Mitch's challenging job and the distance between them. Mitch lived with his parents and sister while paying off debts, and the family could visibly tell how stricken Mitch was with Gretchen, stricken enough to keep their stretched ties strong.
After Gretchen earned her graduate degree, Mitch and she moved into an apartment in Boston, and Mitch finally moved up to a job at the local paper he had been interning at for a long while, earning him a minor pay-raise. It came as quite the surprise when Mitch and Gretchen learned they were pregnant, but Mitch's shock was soon smothered by complete joy, and he encouraged Gretchen that everything was going to be alright. Soon after their simple marriage ceremony, Gretchen's behavior started changing. At first, Mitch would laugh it off, knowing from his mother that these things happen during the pregnancy, but when odd things started to arise from her emotions, things that couldn't be explained, Mitch began to worry. Especially when Gretchen's research came up with the word witch, and he only accepted it after a good while of thinking over it and after then it was all support.
Bryce Stanton was born June 15, 2003. The little family instantly realized the difficulty of raising a child on Mitch's paper salary, so it didn't take Mitch much thought to take on another job at a roofing company while Gretchen stayed home with their little boy. After a while with Mitch working late hours at the paper and working weekends on the roofing company, Gretchen informed him she was up for taking another job, and he knew not to argue too much with her. Rachel took up for them as Bryce's babysitter, once her college schedule was worked out at Boston Conservatory. After a year of substituting, Gretchen landed a good job as a permanent English teacher. Mitch was ecstatic for her and could see she was as excited as he was for what was to come. Life was content, simple, perfect, for a very long while. At least in Mitch's eyes.
And then it all changed. On a snowy night near Christmas of 2007, Mitch had lost track of time at the paper and was speeding down the icy streets of Boston. He didn't have time to react when bright car-light blinded his vision. Since it was later, the icy roads were practically abandoned, and the other car's driver had obviously dozed off, drifting into oncoming traffic. Mitch had been going too fast, and upon hitting the brakes, his tires skidded on the glossy road, propelling him faster. With one final and bluntly interrupted prayer, he felt the impact, pain flying everywhere, and nothing else. All he remembered was waking up the next snow-covered morning under the care of a man who identified himself as the park ranger. The park manager informed him that he had gotten in a fatal collision with another driver, who hadn't survived. What was more, he informed Mitch of quite possibly the most insane thing: that he was now a werewolf.
It took a while for Mitch to recover from the wounds inflicted, and during his weary weeks of recovery all he could repeat was his wife's name, begging the mystery man to return him to Gretchen, but always the man would ignore him. He healed enough to move around on his own right before the month's full moon, and finally the park ranger took him from his home, and drove out of town, meeting up with a group of men who lived in a rural home far outside the city. The men introduced themselves as fellow wolves, which only served to confuse Mitch and anger him further. He was desperate to return to his wife, but little did he know the plan was for Mitch to remain there with his “new family” for the next four years. He grew to know the six men well, especially after his first full moon, when the men talked him through it, and one remained in the same room with him in the basement of the house. Both chained up, Mitch was not able to hide his confusion and fear but his new-found friend helped him through the most painful night of his life. After that, it was just attempting to adapt and survive. He was given the choice to return to his wife, but the men warned him of the possible dangers and risks put on the line, and so Mitch decided to stay, which tore him to shreds. If only to protect his wife and child, he would space himself as far from them as possible.
Mitch followed Gretchen and Bryce's movements, however. He heard they moved back to Georgia and he was crestfallen, knowing it was the end. But his sense of determination was only heightened and he kept close tabs on if they were settled and well-looked after. He grew more in control of himself, with the help of his temporary family, and finally came to accept himself through the years. But the pain of loosing what mattered to him most made his skin crawl, and he couldn't handle it much longer. And when he learned that Gretchen had moved as close as she was likely to get to where he was, he knew it was a sign from God. Four years spent in seclusion, taking on a new name, joining a new clan of those like him, learning control and accepting his new life, had all come down to this. With a farewell full of gratitude to his six brothers, he's headed off to Mystic Falls Virginia, just hoping to recover what once was lost...
---- ROLE PLAY SAMPLE
The rain was coming down in torrents, pattering on the crowded leaves filling the forest around him as he determinedly through the mud below the damp canopies. Glaring through the ever darkening path before him, he leaped over fallen branches with the ease of someone with senses keen on picking up details. He did this daily, running faster than a normal human thought healthy, thankful for the rain and bones shivering with the chill and the adrenalin rushing through his veins. Today was different, he didn't know why, but it just felt that way.
He had arrived a few days before he knew she would be driving into town, to be sure he had gotten the right location for her coming. He had planned it and replanned it so many times it was etched in his mind like a morning prayer. And in a way, it was, but more of a command. A pleading demand that he hoped would be granted. He would see her face again.
Mitch couldn't hear the rain pattering the rhythm around him, he couldn't heard the sloshing of his feet inside his soaked shoes, the fluttering of creatures stirred from their hiding places by his coming. Headphones tight in his ears, head hidden in a hood, he was in his own little world. And this world took place several years ago.
"Tell me one thing, Miss Gretchen Stanton....are you happy?" a woman's laugh, soft, low, contented, followed. It sounded in his ears like a thousand daggers to his heart. He came to a stop near a tree, leaning against it to gather air, and tugging the old-school tape recorder from his pocket to stare at it, as if it would give him answers. Instead all he heard was a woman singing lowly to herself some old Elvis song, the sound of trickling water in the background. And his own voice whispering to him. "This is what the lovely lady does while showering... You are lucky I'm capturing this from my oh-so-secret hiding place outside the door." A smile tugged at his the corners of his mouth when a door was heard opening, and sounds of running and yelling laughter could be heard. He could still put images to these lost voices today. He could feel his video camera in one hand, the recorder in the other. He could see her amused grin as she acted angry and begged him to turn them off.... It was all that kept him going, this old recorder he used to carry around in his pocket every where.
"Beauty in all she does..."
It was how he ended every recording he used to make... he started running again, ducking down pathways through the rain, glaring forward with renewed determination. It was decided. He didn't care the consequences. He would see her face again. He would hold his son again. He would restore what once was robbed from him. he would decide when, where, and how it would happen. The world was in his hands--
He hit the main road just as a car was speeding by, and it seemed everything was in slow motion when he spotted her face like a mirage through the sheets of rain. She was glancing to the passenger seat at a young boy... Oh God. This had to be a dream. There she was, and he here was standing on the side of a forest road, lost in the days that were so far away.
"Beauty in all she does..." Her laugh.
He started running.
---- THE PLAYER
Alias: Gemma/Bonnie/BonnBonn
RP Experience:it's been four years for a couple years now... in other words, I've lost track.
Contact: PM would be lovely.
