Name: David Miguel Alvarez-Fletcher
Nicknames: Dave, Mike
Family:
Age: 26
Gender: male

Species: human
Sexual Preference: heterosexual

Avatar: Kirk Acevedo
Appearance:
Dave stands at about average height at a modest 5'10" with a slender looking frame, weighing in at about 151 lbs. His shoulders are broad but his body is slender looking. Despite this, he is modestly muscular and could hold his own if he needed to fight. He wears a wide variety of clothing from dressy to casual, but can usually be found in jeans and t-shirts.

He has a squarish face and jaw, usually peppered with a minimum of stubble. His hair is cut short, usually slicked back or spiked up. A worried or suspicious look is usually bourn on his face, his dark brows usually knitted together in the middle. His skin is naturally tanned, one of the many traits he got from his Hispanic father, though his got the large and doe like brown eyes of his mother. He has a sloping nose, though it is now crooked from a long ago break. His thin lips are often parted, showing a thin strand of pearl between them. A large scar runs from the right corner of his lip, arching up almost to his ear.

He sports a tattoo of a Chinese dragon on his right shoulder blade, a rose with blood dripping off the thorns, back of right hand/wrist, and his mother's name across his back (Lydia Susan Fletcher) and her birth/death dates (1955 - 2006).


Personality:
Born and raised in the heart of the Bronx, Dave still has an arrogant, city boy outlook on life. He is an 'all about me' sort of attitude, he isn't afraid to let you know just what he thinks. While some people say he's being an asshole, but he remains staunch that he's being 'honest'. He hates lying, though he's quite good at it, and prefers to let everyone know what he thinks. He'd rather hurt someone's feelings than lie to spare them. He is deeply headstrong, cocky in an endearing way, and clings obstinately to what he knows in his heart to be right, whether or not it's right in the eyes of anyone else.

Dave is violent in anger, though he doesn't take it out on people generally. He'll fight his way out of any problem that stays around long enough to get him angry, then breaks some lamps (or whatever) after. He won't beat on anyone who happens by, but if he's frustrated by something, and someone gives him lip, he's prone to slap them around at least a little.

Dave was always fond of his mother, the two had been very close in his childhood. But when his father left her, the two drifted, and Dave found some of his good humor and childishness dying. By the time he turned 21 he was moody and no longer prone to joviality of any kind. And with the memory of his father, he found himself more suspicious of people than he had been before. He hold grudges with increasing regularity, and friendships with less. In the end, he's not much more than a cut and dry New Yorker with a flair for drama and a sharp tongue. He is a man who wants to love and to be loved, but he doesn't know how, and a hair trigger pushes away anyone who gets near.

Powers: n/a

Hobbies:
+ Smoking
+ Gambling
+ Cooking
+ Theater
+ Writing

Occupation: Bartender at the Cricket
Extra: n/a

Parents:
Father, Carlos Alvarez, whereabouts unknown
Mother, Lydia Fletcher, deceased

Siblings: n/a
Other Members: n/a

History:
David Miguel Alvarez-Fletcher was born to Carlos Alvarez and Lydia Fletcher on October 31st, 1981 in the Bronx, New York City, New York. His father was a taxi driver, and his mother stayed at home. Dave was happy in the city, he always like it there, the grittiness and the sharp contrast of the city and the rural areas of Georgia his mother loved to visit so much. And for a while, the small family was happy. Eventually, funds began to drop, and Lydia returned to the part time job she had held before getting pregnant with David, as a nurse at a local hospital. But hours conflicted, and fights broke out between Lydia and Carlos. ON day, when Dave was about 7, Carlos left. His mother worked harder to keep herself and David afloat, but at the same time she drifted from her son, with whom she had been very close since his birth. Mainly because when she looked at him, and when she talked to him, she heard and saw his father. David was very much like his father.

David grew to a teenager without much fuss, never getting into any substantial trouble. But as he entered high school, he changed. He became more like his father than he had been in youth, more subdued and quicker to anger. He got into more trouble, finally getting into a fight with another guy at school, ending with Dave beaten, his nose broken. He often ran away, always coming back in a few days, seemingly sorry. But he really wasn't. He was resentful at both his parents. At his father for leaving them like he did, at his mother for letting him do it. He stopped using his hyphenated name, not wanting to have any link to the man who had left him so long ago. Sometime he felt bad for it, for his bitterness, for the trouble he cause, for the hurts he caused his mother. He knew it wasn't her fault (nor was it his) that Carlos had left. But at the end of the day, he still hung around with the same, rotten crowd, he still was drinking, he was still getting into trouble.

David did eventually finish high school. He wasn't at the top of his class, but wasn't so near the bottom either. His mother was pleased, and that was alright. He left home almost immediately, working as a delivery boy, as a waiter, as a short order cook. None of his jobs payed well and he didn't stay at any of them long. He visited his mother once, staying in his old bedroom for a while when he was short on rent. While he was there, the two of them got into a heated argument about his life and about his father. Lydia wasn't pleased with his drifter lifestyle, and told him so, but somehow, the conversation got turned to the day his father left. Angry, David broke a plate and a lamp, then stormed out of her apartment. Dave had a major breakdown, getting drunk then trying to stagger back to his mother's house. But before he could get there, he was mugged. He woke up the next morning in a hospital bed with a black eye and his check sewed shut from the corner of his mouth almost to his ear. He couldn't remember what had happened after he got to the bar (not that surprising, considering how much he had had to drink). He and his mother reconciled, but their relationship was on shakier ground than it had been before, and they almost stopped talking altogether. Dave's face healed, and he got a steady job tending a bar in south Bronx. He cleaned himself up and tried to forget that night and the fight he had had with Lydia. But every morning he woke up to the same face, with that ugly scar, and he had trouble running from his past.

Two years after that night, his mother was killed in a car accident outside his apartment. She had been coming to visit, to try and strike their relationship back up, to get him to talk to her again. She had gotten out of the taxi and gone to cross the street when a man sped around the corner, hitting her. Dave, who had been leaving for work when it happened, rushed to her side, but by the time the paramedics got there, it was too late. Lydia had died in Dave's arms.

Lydia had been born and raised in Roswell, Georgia, only going to New York when she was a young woman. He decided to bury her there. After the funeral, Dave found he didn't want to go back to the city, the city that had caused him so much pain. So he went back, gathered up his things, and moved to his mother's home town, and has been there ever since.

Looks good to me, if no one comes around then I'll accept ya later tonight

Rose

I like it! ANOTHER HUMAN! EEE we need to RP!