Character Name: Sean Michael Colt
Nickname: Sean, Seany, Colt, Hoss
Age: Twenty-One
Gender: Male
Grade: Townie
Subject: N/A
Race: Werewolf
Play-by: Sean O'Pry
Appearance:

Sean is a good sized guy. He's six one and a hefty two hundred pounds of muscle. His skin is tan, and he his body seems as though it were sculpted by gods. He has a chiseled chest, with a sexy set of abs to match. His hair is dark brown, nearly black, in color. His hair is naturally a little curly, but he likes it that way. His eyes, however, are quite the opposite of his hair. His eyes are very pale in color. Blue. He has pale blue eyes that are easy to get lost in. Pure beauty. On his right arm, he has his daughter's name tattooed on his tan skin in pretty font. It covers his arm from shoulder to elbow, and is black in color. On his back, across his shoulders, is another tattoo that says Semper Fidelis. Also black in color. Sean, in wolf form, is almost five feet at the shoulder. The bottom half of his pelt is pale, nearly white, while the top half is dark. His wolf has long legs, with soft-as-kittens fur. His eyes are amber in color. On his left foreleg, there is a sliver of black, a jagged line.

Elizabeth
Semper Fidelis
Wolf

Personality:

Sean is a hard guy to explain, but I shall try my best. For one, he's loyal to the end. He never gives up on people he has faith in, even if it kills him. His life rule is "Go Hard Or Go Home." And he lives up to it. He's self-motivated, needing no outside encouragement. He works on his own determination and so far it's working. This makes him a little stubborn. When Sean's mind is made up, there's no hope in the world of changing it. Nobody can talk him out of a decision. So don't even try. As far as lying goes, Sean doesn't. He never lies. Not to anyone. He's dead honest. Mr. Reality Check. He'll tell you how it is straight up, even if it hurts your feelings. Sure, he may feel bad, but he'll still tell the truth how he sees it. He is also very protective. Of friends. Of his mate, when he gets one, and especially his seven year old daughter Elizabeth. He will go to great lengths to keep those he cares about safe, even if it means his own death. He doesn't care. Another thing about Sean is that he's extremely responsible. When he wants to be. Sean enjoys having wild parties at his mansion, but when he does he is sure to give his daughter to a friend for the night to take care of so she doesn't witness daddy getting drunk off his ass and partying with friends.

History:

Sean's past isn't exactly a happy one. He grew up in Miami, Florida, to a rather corrupted family. His father was a drunk and his mother was the family slave. Sean grew up, watching his mother cower as his father took out his drunken anger on her. And to his horror, Sean's father started to make him help. He would force the young child to hit and kick his own mother. And when Sean refused, his father would strike him as well. Fear of his dad made Sean assist his father. He hated it. He hated what he had to do to the mother he loved. He hated his life. But above everything else. He hated his father. When he turned twelve, Sean started to think of ways to stop his dad from hurting his mom. Stop him from forcing Sean to help him. But every attempt was thwarted by his father's rage, and as a punishment, Sean himself would be beaten by his dad.

Age fourteen rolled around and Sean met a new friend. Her name was Danielle, and it was love at first sight. She was beautiful, with silky blond hair and the bluest eyes Sean had ever seen. She seemed to be the only person who Sean really truly cared about, and he did everything he could to keep her safe from bullies, and even himself. It wasn't long, however, before he failed. They decided to try something new, take their relationship to the next level, and Danielle ended up dead, and Sean now had a daughter to care for. It was then he made a choice. He took the baby that he named Elizabeth, his daughter, and ran like hell. His father could not find out. Sean knew his dad would kill the child and beat Sean to a blood pulp.

It was incredibly hard at first, caring for a baby while being a homeless fourteen year old. He would often hide his child while she slept, hide her somewhere safe and warm and secret, while he would sneak through the city and pick pocket people for money. He would buy himself food, and buy baby formula for Lizzy. This boy was on a mission. Slowly he made his way across the city. It took him several days. Finally, he reached the home of his grandparents. They lived in a large mansion, with loads and loads of money. Sean was let in, and he explained who Lizzy was, and why they were here. He also requested that he and Lizzy remain a secret. And so it was granted. His grandparents helped care for Lizzy, and helped keep her healthy.

When Sean turned eighteen, however, tragedy struck. Sean's grandparents died of their age. In their will, they left all their money and possessions to Lizzy and Sean. But he didn't want to live in a memory. He sold the mansion for as much as it was worth. It was worth a couple million dollars. With that money, and the rest in a few banks spread throughout Miami, Sean left the city with Lizzy, who was only four years old at the time. Sean moved to Austin, Texas. And there he bought a simple two story house on the edge of the city. Life was easy. Simple. He took care of Lizzy, buying her everything she wanted to keep her happy. But it wasn't long before he was once again unhappy. So again, he moved. He turned twenty when he moved to New Orleans, and has lived here since in a new house. A mansion. And continues to care for his now seven year old daughter Elizabeth.

Name: Ghost.
Your Age: Eighteen.
Other Characters:

No other characters.

Contact Information:

Private messaging only. I don't like, or appreciate, my email address being given out.

How you found us:

I'm a Ghost. Ghost knows everything.

Sample Post:

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Sean groaned softly as he listened to the clock. There was nothing to do today, and Lizzy was upstairs playing with her barbies. No doubt Sean would just love to blow them up with his shotgun. It'd be fun to make them look like swiss cheese. But of course, Lizzy would throw a fit if he even tried. Sure, his daughter had plenty of entertainment. Sean bought her two dogs, a doll house as big as he could find, and only a billion barbies to go with it. But Sean himself had nothing for entertainment. Sure, he could go to the club. But that would leave Lizzy to go over to Sean's friend's place again. And Lizzy hated that place with a passion. The werewolf sighed softly as he heard Lizzy yelling for him, and he got up to go answer her.

The wolf walked into the room, head tilted slightly. "Hello, daddy." Lizzy's soft voice said. He smiled when she did and he sat down on her bed. "Yes, sweetie?" He asked gently, pale blue eyes watching the seven year old. "I'm hungry." She replied. Yes! FInally. Something to do. "What would you like to eat, m'dear?" He responded, and was given an order of grilled cheese, chocolate covered strawberries, and a box of snickers. "Not exactly healthy." He smirked, but the child scowled at him and he sighed softly. "Alright, alright." He smirked. "I'll go get to work." Anything to escape the torturous boredom. As he went to the kitchen, Sean tripped over one of Lizzy's dogs. Her little female Yorkie she named Butterscotch. He snorted softly and shook his head. "Damn dog." He muttered and proceeded forward.

All too soon, the food was ready and he took it up to her room. She smiled wide at him. "Thank you, daddy! Thank you thank you!" She giggled and Sean smiled, pleased that Elizabeth was happy. He set the food down and together they ate, discussing new things that Lizzy wanted. One thing in particular caught his attention. "You want another dog?" He raised a brow to ridiculous heights, while the other brow stayed perfectly straight in it's place above his eye. "Yes, daddy. I want a horse!" Unamused, Sean sighed. "Lizzy, dear. You have Butterscotch, and Yogi." Yogi being an Airedale Terrier that Sean picked out. But his daughter glared, demanding another dog. Both brows shot up at her attitude, but as always, he gave in. "Alright, okay. We can go down to the shelter tomorrow." And with that, the venomous look on the child's face vanished instantly and she smiled wide, hugging Sean and thanking him a thousand times over.

congratulations, mister colt. after going over your transcript, and deciding how well you'd fit in here at Cry Wolf High, we have decided to accept your request to join us! please go take the time to go to the directory, and the sign ups to complete your enrollment. once done, head over to the office, and complete your schedule here! thank you!

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