Bryan Calvert
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Name: Bryan Calvert
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Grade: 10th
School: Bathurst High
Extra Curricular Activities: Muay Thai kickboxing, custodial assistance
Description: This kid's got a short fuse on him. During his early years of gradeschool he was diagnosed with ADD and some symptoms of tourrets. Being picked on for his habits of twitching and verbal outbursts, he developed an uncontrollable temper that led him into numerous quarrels with other students. This resulted in detentions, then suspensions, then counselling, then finally an ultimatum: cut the shit or get out, kid. Not in those words, of course. The school counsellor advised Bryan's parents to enroll him in some kind of sports team or something to help him burn off steam. That didn't work. He just got in fights with the other little soccer players. A family friend suggested they try the Muay Thai gym downtown, adding that martial arts taught discipline (what a crock).
Duped by this age-old lie, they took him to Neilson's Muay Thai. Reg Neilson was skeptical about teaching someone so young, but in the end he figured "What the hell, they start teaching 'em when they're, what, six? in Thailand." And with that breviloquent statement, Bryan began his training in Thai kickboxing. As unforgiving as it was, Bryan loved every aspect of his tutelage. Neilson was a Korean War veteran, and had an endless repertoire of interesting stories to tell. Bryan came to greatly admire and respect old Neilson, and Neilson in turn believed Bryan had great potential in Muay Thai. With much effort, Bryan finished gradeschool with a mere two other altercations, neither of which were very serious. What's more, his twitching seemed to subside slowly but shurely during this period. Eventually they went away altogether.
Highschool started. Bryan hated the other students, some being kids he knew and hated in gradschool, some just being pricks in general. Fortunately, highschool fights were far superior to those of his earlier days. You didn't have to fight in the schoolyard or the hallway; you could simply meet the bastard at the park and kick his teeth in there instead. No consequence. That is, as long as you didn't kill him or put him into a coma or anything. And whenever he came home with a black eye or a fat lip, he could just chalk it up to sparring at Neilson's. He unintentionally landed a spot in a school gang (the not-so-infamous Bloody Fists) by punching in a previous member's teeth. Not that he enjoyed the company of any of them in particular; they were just a bunch of everyday schoolyard bullies. But his affiliation to the Fists made the everyday jackass think twice before even looking at Bryan the wrong way. It was through these young hooligans that Bryan met someone very influential to his spare time: Jack Daniels. He couldn't find a girlfriend, or even a date for that matter. This was kind of frustrating, but at the same time, hey, at least you don't have to put up with all the drama. His grades weren't exactly stellar, but he certainly lost no sleep over them. Highschool was no big deal.
If one were to look at a scrapbook of every fight Bryan had ever been in, they'd notice that he didn't win all of them. Nobody wins all of them (except maybe Helio Gracie). But Bryan came close. In fact, nearing the end of 10th grade, there were no defeats he could even remember anymore. He had been at Neilson's for about 4 years now, and was easily the star pupil there. He felt pretty on top of his game, that was until the incident. Bryan was dealing with a big-mouthed receiver on the football team when all of a sudden this hulking brute came outta nowhere, grabbed Bryan by the collar and belted something indiscernible in his face. Bad move. Within seconds a fight broke out and, looking at this hypothetical scrapbook, it would be natural to assume that Bryan came out on top. However, try as he might, Bryan could not for the life of him get the upper hand on this guy. He recognized the behemoth from his homeroom, but had never struck up a conversation with him. If he had, odds are Bryan would've been aware that Kevin Kapustiak was an experienced Sambo practicioner, not to mention a valued member of the school wrestling team. Who knew? Eventually the fight was broken up, but with no clear victor. That wouldn't have been so bad, had Bryan been able to at least get in some good hits before it was over. It really started to get to him, so much so that he wasn't remotely bothered by all the shit he was in for fighting on school grounds. That would pass (eventually). But this, this was gonna haunt him forever. He needed retribution. He needed vengeance.
The principal saw to it that Bryan was held back a grade, and his spare time at Bathurst was to be used aiding the custodian in his duties for the rest of the year. He was actually an ok guy. Lost his hand in a machining accident. Liked to tell stories. Bryan was still eager to settle the score with Kapustiak, but it became much more difficult; coincidentally, Kevin's family moved shortly after the incident and he was attending Franklyn. Bryan was infuriated that he was to be held back and Kapustiak wasn't.
Bryan's second year of 10th grade is really dragging by. Maybe it's the endless torture of waiting for vengeance. Although he does enjoy assisting the janitor; he volunteered this time. His plan is to wait until football season starts, when Franklyn comes to decimate Bathurst with their superior team. Odds are Kapustiak will be on it. That's pretty much the entire plan; consequence is a minor detail now.
Bryan has his father's eyes and his mother's nose. He's not ugly per se, but he's not very attractive either. His hair is brown, but that's of little importance; he's kept his head shaved since 8th grade. He claims that hair is a liability. He sports a goatee that for some reason is red instead of brown, and which he insists is natural. He had an eyebrow ring for a while, but go figure, it got ripped out. He is 5'11 (he says 6') and 183 lbs. His attire usually consists of his large black Davidsons (the only pair of shoes he owns), jeans with the knees ripped to shreds, and a black Motörhead t-shirt which he rarely washes. He occasionally goes commando when he runs out of clean underwear. He wears a small celtic cross necklace under his shirt for good fortune (he's kind of superstitious) and a silver wallet chain because it looks badass. He is third-generation Irish, and he's reluctantly aware that he is in fact a stereotype.
Clique: Bryan usually hangs around with the Bloody Fists, but he doesn't really consider them to be friends.
Relationships:
Kevin Kapustiak -- just gimme one more chance...I'll rip that bastard's head off.......asshole...
Seth Mattlock -- he's the ringleader of the Bloody Fists. Not a great gang, but a great leader. He knows I've got his back.
Richard Kingston -- guy's got balls. I don't talk to him much, but I do respect him.
Erick Rischio -- belongs in a mental asylum. Can be fun to watch, but at the same time there's a crazy-ass side of him that scares me.
Mariavel Varella -- I hate her and she hates me and that's fine because she's a trick-ass ho. With a nice can.
Darcy Rose -- she's Varella's best friend. I used to have a crush on her, but she gets really ornary whenever I'm anywhere near her. Fuck that.
Panom Ning~Tom -- <<mumble>>...his technique is better than mine...
Other: Bryan makes it a habit not to hit girls.
