Post by Mitchell MAYER on Jan 26, 2009 22:39:51 GMT
[/B][/SIZE][/color]M I T C H E L L M A Y E R
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NAME / ALIAS : melissa
AGE : 18
CONTACT INFO: pm
WHERE YOU FOUND THE SITE : ours
OTHER CHARACTERS : /
ROLEPLAYING EXPERIENCE : bit
TIMEZONE : english
ANYTHING ELSE : no
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FULL NAME : Mitchell Mayer
NICKNAME : Mitch, M&M
GENDER : Male
DATE OF BIRTH : 23rd August
AGE : eighteen
CANON : nope
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HAIR : His hair is brown, often well conditioned and styled. Mitchell’s hair style varies depending on the time. Yet he tries to keep it well kept and cared for. His appearance has always been something he’s took mild notice of. He isn’t the type of boy who will stand in a mirror for hours on end, but he does stick to a certain style and he does often go through experimental stages. It’s more out of boredom than anything else that he tries, and more out of the fact that changing his appearance gains the attention of people which is something he went without a lot during his youth.
EYES : Mitchell has browny/grey eyes which have a tinge of green around the pupil. They have a slightly dangerous look to them however can often be seen looking vacnetly around, as if what’s inside is empty. Other times they can be full of emotion and in tune with the surroundings, depending upon Mitch himself. His eyes aren’t necessarily his most favourite part of himself, in fact he’s not sure what is but if he thought about it he’d be pretty sure that it would be something a lot less deep. Although it was his eyes that witnessed everything. He supposes in a sense that he really kind of needs them, that their vital to his survival. Maybe.
SMILE : When he smiles, although it isn’t always often, it irradiates the mischief and humour of his once innocent youth, wide and wacky, sometimes uncertain yet reassuring. His lips are well shaped, and frame his semi crooked teeth.
BUILD : Mitchell is around 6ft tall, and has an average build. Slightly athletic in frame but he could be bigger if he worked out. He’s a fast runner, and has pretty streamline legs. Working out has never particularly been something he’s been into, but does it if he’s required to. He’s never been the type of boy who wanted to go and play soccer but would rather sit in his room playing guitar and writing up songs. So it’s not as if he gained major muscles that way, but since being put away he’s began to work out a lot more just so he can be doing something physical.
STYLE : Having had limited guidance in fashion and trend, Mitchell generally wears things that he thinks people will think he looks good in. It’s not that he’s shallow, far from it, he’s just uneducated in the world of fashion. His usual wardrobe consists of jeans, and jogging pants, tee shirts, some band tees, an arrange of polo shirts and some hoodies. He follows the trend he used to follow when he was younger, only puts less effort into it and has a lot more casual attire to what it could’ve been like had he not been put inside.
DISTINGUISING FEATURES : Mitchell has scars engraved on the inside of his right hand from a broken mirror, used as a memory to remind him of his crime. Quite deep and defined it makes sure he know that it was never a dream, although he doesn’t particularly show much remorse. Either way his battle scars line the inside of his palm. Furthermore, he has tattoos given to him within the prison walls by an ex inmate.
OVERALL : Mitchell’s appearance isn’t typical of the type of background he had. His mischievous, curious smile will most probably lead to trouble, but trouble has never been short of Mitchell. It always seems to find him no matter how hard he runs from it, or how hard he looks for it. Overall he hates his appearance but likes what he’s done with it. He likes his array of hairstyles and tattoos and he likes his dress sense which altogether seem to create an identity. But he doesn’t like what his body represents and what his photo spells out to people. Mitchell wants to make an attempt to fit in but often feels as though this is hard to do so because of the way he looks. Whether it is or isn’t is a different question however. The idea that Mitchell has body dismorphia has been briefly touched upon but he doesn’t talk enough to therapists and the like to diagnose it.
AVATAR CLAIM : Ben Kowalewicz
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LIKES & DISLIKES:
[x] dreaming
[x] writing
[x] being liked
[x] not thinking
[x] English
[x] gym
[x] girls
[x] singing
[x] playing guitar
[o] fear of not being good at sex
[o] his past
[o] fear
[o] himself
[o] fear of girls
SEXUAL ORIENTATION : straight.
FEARS : Being locked away before anything major happened to happen, Mitchell was a virgin and continues to be one. And so this has driven to an anxiety of how he will be no good and possibly too old when the time arrives that it comes. Being transferred to Fox River makes him anxious as he’s pretty sure he will be the only virgin there. Due to this he has gained an anxiousness when it comes to woman, as they are the ones who’ll be doing the judging and so he can often seem to be shy, quiet, antisocial or nasty towards them. He doesn’t really know how to talk to them, and tends to avoid them when he can. Pretty girls scare him most though.
THE OFFENCE : Murder of his little brother
OVERALL PERSONALITY : Mitch has issues. There's a part of him that if he gets angry, makes him just black out from himself. And he can do bad things when he's like this. He blames it on anger anyway, but maybe it's just him. Sometimes he can't control himself, or he struggles to. Sometimes he can't tell the difference between what's right and what's wrong. This is hardly a secret, and has been hardly a secret since becoming his own person. He’s been rejecting the norm, and rejecting his family with a straight stony stare. Another theory is that he knows exactly the difference between right and wrong, he just chooses to follows ‘wrong’. Mitch’s last theory is that the two no longer exist, or that they’ve never existed, that they just merged into two and he follows their whispers.
Mitchell is warily confident. He can often sit there, his coldening eyes watching, a smirk resting upon his features. He can often wind people up through his silence or quiet comments, of those who don’t know him or plan to approach him. Mitchell would prefer to start things quiet and build up his speech and sharing of information when in prison. You have to search people out and be aware of where everyone fits in before you chose where you belong and who your speech can interfere with.
Although he’s not entirely mean spirited, he can often come across as cold and distant. He isn’t very good with people and that can be why. Sometimes he can say things a little unconventional and things that can be taken wrongly. He’s mysterious and troubled. He doesn’t open up to people easily, yet he does trust people too easy. And he’s very easy to take advantage of.
Mitchell is inexperienced in a lot of life’s things and feels outcasted by that, because he doesn’t really understand them. He’s silly when it comes to girls and is quite intimidated if one comes on to him, because it hasn’t happened in so long, and he hasn’t had sex with one. He was a virgin at fifteen when he was locked away. He doesn’t know how to talk to girls anymore, how to hit on them, to flirt with them or any of that sort of business. In fact that’s sort of the stuff that he really doesn’t understand. If someone was flirting with him, he may not know it. He just gets really scared around them, and often easily aroused also.
Mitchell is a pretty good liar. He always has been throughout his life, and so he continues to be so in prison. He focuses on being quite manipulative with his time and people around him, but this is more so to keep himself amused but also isolated. There’s been more than one occasion where Mitchell has found himself the victim of trust and so he tries to not trust someone if he can help it being that he can be quite naive to those he does trust.
An outcast of society, of lie, and of himself. Mitch may look like your average twenty one year old, but in reality he’s anything but. He feels outcasted and lost, troubling with his identity, with keeping up with the world around him, and the world which curses him. He’s trying to search to understand his crime, but he still won’t open up to anyone about it, not even himself. All he knows is that he doesn’t feel any guilt, and he doesn’t feel any guilt about not feeling guilt. He doesn’t understand it.
When Mitch turned eighteen, upon his eighteenth birthday, he wasn’t feeling to happy and took to self harm. It wasn’t that he was wanting to kill himself. Now he has a defined scar running down his wrist. It’s the type of scar that he doesn’t want too many people seeing so often tries to hide it.
Mitchell searches for acceptance. He knows that finding a person who could accept him for everything he is and everything he’s done would just be too difficult. But he hopes that person does exist. And he hopes that maybe one day he’ll know the truth behind that fateful day.
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WEALTH : Was wealthy
PARENTS : Ricky & Jemina. His parents are designers, for a semi successful designing company. But they don’t like to talk about Mitchell, or really even acknowledge that they have a son. To them, both of their son’s are dead. When Connor died, so did Mitchell, at least that’s what they wish.
SIBLINGS : Connor, deceased. Sam, 24, a mechanic.
HISTORY : To be born to Ricky and Jemina was a nice deal. They were good, caring parents. The type who would look after their sons before they do anything else, the type to put them first in everything. Mitch was never short of hugs and was quite a clingy child, at least to his mother. That was until she fell pregnant with Connor. Conner was a planned child and Mitch was too.
Years passed, and life went on. Connor and Sam became quickly close, whilst Mitch, being the middle child felt more left out of everything than actually apart of things, and because of this, from a young age, began to resent his baby brother. However like most children, people thought he grew out of it. He didn’t, but life moved on.
Growing up he was often known as one of the quiet, mysterious ones, which was a contrast to his brothers who were seen as the centre of attention. In class he was always the child who didn’t volunteer to complete tasks or answer questions, but when approached would do so without objection. Mitchell was often seen standing against the wall at break, standing and watching. Observing the behaviours of children and the hustle and bustle of the playground. Teachers were concerned, this boy had no friends- but his behaviour was polite and tolerant of others, and therefore he was known as shy.
In high school things began to change. Mitchell started to become obstructive, he would refuse to answer the questions and complete the mandatory homework. He began to back chat and cause ruckass in the classroom on a regular basis. Teachers called in his parents, something had to be done. Mitchell was remaining isolated and quiet but causing arguments and confrontation on occasion without reason or warning. At the time Mitchell’s parents were going through a rough patch, unbeknown to Mitchell, his mother was undergoing tests for suspected breast cancer, and this coupled with Mitchell’s behaviour, had began to take its toll on his parents relationship. Luckily his mother did not have cancer, but by this point Mitchell’s father had lost control and his mother was pretty powerless to stop or control it. No one could control Mitchell, his behaviour became worse but then lay dorminent for days or weeks.
The incident occurred when Mitchell was 15. He was in the kitchen with Connor. They were arguing. Mitchell refused to back down, but there was something different about their argument today- Mitchell’s eyes. He was focussed and emotionless. During the confrontation his brother smashed a plate. Mitchell’s father heard and stormed in. He immediately pointed the finger at Mitchell and naturally Connor agreed. Mitchell stormed to his room, seething with anger, his face stinging from the harsh blow from his father. In amidst the anger, Mitch punched his mirror hard, causing it to fracture in a number of sharp knives.
Blood dripped down the cream carpet as Mitchell ran, a blade in his hand from the mirror cutting into the palm of his hand. He stopped calmly in front of his brother who was standing calmly feeding the fish in the garden pond. Connor smiled trivially, before Mitchell raised the blade of glass and continued to stick it in his brother several times. His brother screamed and startled Mitchell from his trance like stare. To numb the droning of his brothers pain, he pushed Connors head into the pond, holding it there while he watched the blood ooze through his brothers clothes.
Seconds later Mitchell was on the floor a boot riving into his rib cage. He could hear his mother sobbing down the phone... calling the police. Blurred vision, but an escaped laugh... this was payback. His father should have never hit him. Justice. As he lay there, the boot no longer there, he could hear the distant sound of sirens becoming louder and louder. His mind focussed on the image of his brother, a smile on his face.
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PRISONER STATUS: General Pop
READ THE RULES : Of course.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE :
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