Calvin Belfront

He'd only woken up to go take a piss, but it had been quite alarming to return to bed and find a woman staring expectantly at him. It was much more relieving to watch her gather her things and leave. Once he was sure she was gone and not going to like... set his house on fire, he went back to bed. Slept till about eleven, and then got up again.

Noon was still a little too early to open the shop to him. After all, noon was a good time to sleep till. And who was going to be coming in on their lunch break to buy a vibrator? Not many people. But, nonetheless, there he stood in his store (sans a shirt, because he just wasn't partial to them). He had one for emergencies. But, he hardly ever needed it.

He'd been working on the books when he heard the door open, but he had smelled and felt Claire before she'd opened the door. Maybe it was something to do with them being werewolves - or the fact that they found each other more attractive than siblings should - but he'd always found his bond to Claire was much stronger than regular twins.

A smile swept across his features as she placed the food on the counter. He dropped his pen and walked around to stand beside her. "It's always slow this early in the day," he shrugged, "The freaks don't come out till nightfall." He winked to his twin before leaning over and pressing a kiss to her cheek, "Thanks for the food." He then ruffled his hair to make the grain of rice fall out, "And for the new hairdo." He grinned that wolfish grin of his before popping a box open and taking a huge bite or two of the rice.

Calvin Belfront || 23 years old || Werewolf || FC: Liam Hemsworth

Traits

(+) Ambitious, Convivial, Self-Confident (-) Sneaky, Unpredictable, Obstinate

Personality

Calvin Rae is most certainly a Belfront. He will swear up and down that the first verse to Bad to the Bone was written about him when he was born. And, honestly, it could well have been. The nurses around were probably horrified that there would be not only one more Belfront male, but also his twin sister, to join the already large mass of hooligan little boys. They weren’t wrong to be worried.

Calvin was a band-wagoner for the large part of his life. Whatever his older cousins were doing, he wanted in. And just because he was always riding their coattails didn’t mean that he didn’t create his own trouble, or contribute heavily to whatever he was joining in on. Cal was probably the worst form of Belfront. Where all the others would gladly charge in headfront, roaring and probably throwing heavy objects, Cal was the one sneaking quietly around for an attack from the back. He was the (self-proclaimed) ninja of the family. 

Like the rest of his family, Cal has a good heart. While he more often than not lands himself in trouble or worsening a situation, he always goes in with the best of intentions. He’s always there to help those in need, and especially if you’re someone he considers himself to be close to. Whether it’s because of his twin-brain-link to Claire or just something he learned growing up, Calvin has always been more in touch with women. This was something he came to be glad for as he grew into a young man looking to woo the opposite sex. He’s hardly ever had an issue with figuring out how to take a woman to bed; and that would come more in handy to him than he ever thought it would.

Biography

The people of Oxford knew they were in trouble when there was another pair of Belfront twins born. Calvin was the first of the twins, followed shortly by his sister, Claire. The two were the last in a long line of Belfronts born to this generation, but this didn’t mean they would be any less the trouble that the rest of their siblings and cousins would turn out to be. In fact, they tended to be on the higher end of the trouble making; being the “babies” of the family certainly had it’s perks from time to time.

Beyond being a Belfront, however, Calvin’s life was relatively uneventful. He was average at school. He didn’t fail, but he didn’t exceed standards. He spent a little more than average time in ISS, but other than that, he tried to just coast along. He and his sister, however, couldn’t have varied more in what they spent their time after high school doing.

After graduation and Claire’s subsequent absence, Calvin did what most Belfront’s did. He got into construction. He took a grunt job that his uncle offered him, and he began to settle into coasting along in another part of his life. Things changed, though. Because, for most of his life, Calvin had made close friends of a lonely elderly man down the street from his parents home. The man, who’d lost his wife and his children, came to view Calvin as the grandson he never had. And this showed most when the man passed and Calvin was notified that he alone would inherit all the man’s estate.

This was Calvin’s stroke of luck. And - like any sensible Belfront would do - he opened a business of his own. While Belfront Construction was it’s own business (and a rapidly growing one at that), Calvin went for something he felt he was much better at. And this was how the Belfront Budoir of Debauchery was born; a sex shop, for lack of a better description. And one that Calvin continues to run to this very day.