Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2015 12:01:30 GMT
scott rafael mccall Are you going to age with grace or grow to be the monster you're meant to become? werewolf (true alpha)  Full Name: scott rafael mccall Nicknames: none Age: seventeen Birthday: october 6th Gender: male Sexuality: heterosexual Face Claim: tyler posey Appearance: Scott isn't known to be flashy. He sticks to a normal attire consisting of whatever he manages to rummage out of his closet. In some cases, where dressing up is required, he'll make sure that he is appropriately dressed for the special case, but doesn't feel he has to be impress anyone, so therefore doesn't try. Personality: A caring heart he undoubtedly inherited from his mother. there isn’t anything that scott wouldn’t do for family or friends. even if he doesn’t particularly like someone -i.e. his father- he still wouldn’t what to see any harm come to them. He’s extremely selfless, and would willingly put his own wants and needs aside for the wants, needs, and safety of others. Tying in with his caring nature, Scott is extremely protective of the ‘pack’. he’s not necessarily a very violent person -he’d rather talk his way out of a situation- however he will do whatever is necessary to protect the people he cares about. When it comes down to it, Scott is an extremely friendly guy. he’s the guy you would want to bring home to meet the parents. he doesn’t make enemies straight off the bat. in order for Scott to consider someone an enemy, you’ve got to go after his friends or family. which ties into many of his other personality traits. Not necessarily a huge surprise if you think about it. he's always been closer to his mother than his father, and he's always taken her advice to heart. well, as much as a young teenage boy can. He has no problem telling a girl he loves her; as he proven when dating Allison when he continually left her notes saying 'because i love you'. This is something Scott has only recently had to deal with after becoming a werewolf. as he's learned to be his own anchor, he's learned better control over his temper; however it does flare up when the safety of those he cares about is in jeopardy. usual hints to such temper is a deep growl and yellow, glowing eyes. Mother: melissa mccall Father: rafael mccall Children: none Pets: none Others: none History: Scott McCall was born the only child to FBI agent Rafael McCall and Beacon Hills Nurse Melissa McCall. He was extremely close to his mother while growing up; running to her whenever he needed a comforting hug or just telling her about his day. He met Stiles when he was three years old and building a sandcastle in the sandbox at the local playground. He was almost done with his little masterpiece - really it was just a large, lumpy pile of stand with a leaf sticking out of the top - and was about to call his mom over to look at it when a shadow fell over him and his sandcastle. Looking up, he found himself with another little boy... Who proceeded to pee on his sandcastle. Obviously they had to be best friends after that. No matter the fact that his castle was now ruined. Scott’s life was as normal as they came. Perhaps a bit to boring for the young boy; who’s parents refrained from talking work when he was around, though Stiles seemed to have a new interesting story about his dad’s work at the sheriff’s office every hour! Looking back, Scott realizes that half the stories were probably nothing more than Stiles extremely over active imagination. Scott wasn’t allowed out much due to having extreme asthma. Something as simple as a walk was enough to set it off; which caused him to always carry more than one inhaler on his body. So his parents made sure that he never overly taxed his body; which meant keeping him away from most sports. Growing up, he was never aware of his father’s drinking problem. He knew his parents fought, but figured that it was normal for parents to do so occasionally. His mother made sure to keep his father’s habit hidden from Scott; not wanting to soil any memories he would have of Rafe. However there was only so much Melissa could do to protect Scott. When Scott was twelve years old, Rafael came home drunk as usual. Melissa confronted him Rafael and the two started to argue. Scott walked out of his bedroom to see what was going on when Rafe went to go reach for him. Scott yanked his wrist free from his father’s grasp, tumbling down the stairs. He cracked his head off the floor a the bottom, leaving an indent on the ground. Scott was out for about twenty seconds before he came around; not remembering the events that had led to his being on the ground. Shortly after that, his parents divorced and Scott wouldn’t see his father until he was seventeen. His parents divorce was perhaps the most ‘exciting’ thing to happen in his life - if you consider your house becoming miserable with a false cheerfulness for several months exciting - until the spring of his Sophomore year. By this time, he had managed to convince his mother to allow him to join the school’s Lacrosse team; even though his asthma generally kept him benched. He was determined to be making first line. Late one night, he was dragged out of his house by Stiles to search for a dead body in the reserves that his father was out searching for. It was then that his life was changed forever. The next next nine or so months would become a whirlwind of activity and a rush of emotions. From being bitten to falling in love for the first time to having his heart broken to experiencing a personal death and then to learning to love again, then taking a position as Beacon Hills' alpha. all of it is just too much. RP Sample: Scott sighed lightly as he pulled his bike into a parking spot; namely right behind his mother’s car. Dismounting, he placed his helmet on his handle before unstrapping the bag of chinese take out he had for his mother. It was late; about one o’clock in the morning. And he knew he should have been in bed, but he hadn’t been able to sleep. And then his stomach had growled... So Chinese had just sounded awesome at that time. (Thank God for twenty-four seven stores). So he’d ordered some food for himself and his mother, figuring she’d be hungry too. Walking into the Emergency Room, he walked over to the desk, smiling lightly at one of the ladies there. Knowing why Scott was there, she quickly paged for Melissa, leaving Scott to just wait for his mom. Chinese food bag in hand, he turned slightly to rest his back against the counter, looking at the various posters on the wall. He had them all memorized at this point... But sometimes they would change... Or at least be updated. Currently, they were all still posters demonstrating the proper way to cover a sneeze or cough.. Or how to properly wash ones hands. Scott never understood the posters. How did you not know how to sneeze or wash your hands? Wasn’t it common sense? His mom had made sure he knew how to do it at a very young age. Of course, not many people had severe asthma as he had; and thus weren’t as susceptible to chest colds has he had been as a child. Walking over to the posters, he let his eyes scan them for a minute until his mother’s scent reached him. Turning around, he made his way back over to the counter, smiling at his mom. “Hey Mom... I brought Chinese.” He held up his peace offering, attempting to stall how much trouble he was about to get in. |
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