Post by syntax on Feb 17, 2012 13:46:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #131313;,true][cs=2] PHILLIP CALVIN  | |
| [atrb=width,200] nickname phil birthday 14/03/1993 place of birth London, United Kingdom gender male | [atrb=width,200] sexuality currently identifies as heterosexual; confused. nationality british, irish heritage membergroup townie, transplant play by jules hamilton |
| [cs=2] likes: music, sports, cats, the sun, & solitude. dislikes: prying, laziness, being noticed, introspection, & memories. personality: Despite his easy grasp of sport (and, in fact, arts), Phillip has not been the most popular guy on the planet. His past has left him fairly quiet and rather sullen, an attitude which repels his more boisterous team mates. Although others can appreciate his skill, they manage to do so without appreciating his company. It's something Phil's grown accustomed to and, in fact, doesn't mind. Athleticism is a physical trait of his--that dreamer's attitude is what connects him to his art. He loves watercolours and he's attempted the guitar three times in three years--not enough to gain much knowledge, but he prefers self-teaching anyway. Phil's kind and hasn't been known to intentionally cause physical or emotional pain to others. Phil's really laid back and generally accepting, although he is liable to be annoyed by ridiculous antics and attention-seekers fairly quickly. All he wants from his time in the States is the chance to make something of himself before he has to rush out to meet the rest of his life; Phillip is trying to invest a lot more time in figuring out who, exactly, he is. family: biological father: damien calvin. (deceased) biological mother: melony calvin. (deceased) paternal uncle: weston calvin. (imprisoned) adopted father: sylvester getz. adopted mother: tianna getz. adopted sister: leah getz. history: Phillip moved to the states from the United Kingdom recently and although there's nothing for curing an accent that works quite as well as hanging around with teenagers, he still retains that Briton's lilt. Unfortunately, The Big Move (the result of his dad recently losing work) left the Calvins with less money than they had anticipated. They're certainly not dirt poor, but they didn't quite have the funds to send Phillip to a school that would put a hole in their pockets the size of the one that Whittington's tuition would leave. However, to his parents' great joy, Phil worked himself into Whittington on a volleyball scholarship, one of many sports he both enjoys and excels at. What he refuses to tell anyone, disregarding some of his closest friends from home, is anything about his past. Further back than his currently family. Although he refers to the people he lives with as his mom and dad, Phillip's biological parents they are not. When Phillip turned eight, both his parents were killed in a brutal double homicide while he was at soccer practice; his father's brother was the prime suspect and Phil's only living relative, so he stayed with the Calvins' good family friends, the Getzes. There was no way of connecting Weston Calvin, the uncle, to the crime and he was released. The case sat unsolved for years. When Phillip turned ten, his uncle rolled past his elementary school and told the kid he was supposed to pick him up. Although this was unusual in that Phil hadn't seen the man in months, he climbed into the front seat and they were half way out of town before the police sirens were wailing behind them. It turned out that a very drunk Weston had confessed the murders of Phillip's parents and slurred that he was going to finish the job. His friend had immediately called the police who had gone out on the road looking for a vehicle matching the description of the one in Weston's possession. The second an officer saw a kid in the passenger seat, the chase was on and Mr. Calvin was apprehended and imprisoned on charges of abduction, drug trafficking (for the small amount that was discovered in his vehicle) and possession of an unregistered firearm. Finally--after much interrogating--he was charged with the two separate, first degree murders of Damien and Melony Calvin. It's not really something you get over and Phillip frequently has nightmares about his parents' deaths and the truck incident. syntax "syn" - seventeen - four years Phillip lifted his head, his whole face drawing towards its own center as he squinted against the abundant light. It was a beautiful day and he'd wanted desperately to be outside although, now that he was, he had no idea why he'd chosen the lake. It was bustling with student activity and he was neither part of a group involved in some kind of game (no matter how he wished that he was) nor walking one of the many dogs he saw out and about. Dogs. His stony mouth turned down slightly at the corners. They weren't his favorite animals, certainly (Phil had always been a cat person) and the ones around were simply proving another reason that he was a complete idiot at choosing where to spend his free time. Oi. The dark-haired junior leaned back on his elbows in the grass, glancing out over the water moodily. It was days when he was alone like this that he really missed England. Just the ability to call up someone you knew and have them turn up at your house in a manner of minutes was a luxury he would never fail to appreciate ever again. Of course, reminiscing about such things could only lead to the painful memory of his family and the still more painful memory (albeit in an entirely different way) of what he had recently begun to discover--or rather, think--about himself back home. The pain of potentially being gay and the deaths of his parents was the difference between the sharp pain of having suddenly been hit with a belt and the dull throb of an old break. The one hurt more in the short term, while the other was the kind that never really went away. Either way, Phillip had a welt and a broken limb. Two different pains at the same time wasn't much of a blessing. He sighed loudly and threw himself back onto the ground heavily. Alright. Make that three pains. FLEMING @ CAUTION 2.0 |
