CREEK, Mitchell Amelia

[Mitchie Amelia Creek]

MITCHIE AMELIA CREEK

FULL NAME: Mitchell Amelia Creek
NICKNAMES: Mitchie, Mac
AGE: Twenty-nine
GENDER: female
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: Single
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: N/A
MAJOR: N/A.
JOB OCCUPATION: Co-owner of The Museum.

HAIR: long, honey brown, she's played with it in the past but she likes this shade and she prefers leaving it down to putting it up.
EYES: brown.
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: None.
TATTOOS: none.
PIERCINGS: just her ears.
PLAY-BY: Danielle Panabaker!

LIKES: Marvel Comics, dogs, drinks, themed nights, trivia nights, karaoke, painting, neon, comedy shows, high heels, French fries, elephants, Christmas, snowboarding, cars, bubble baths, working on car engines, fresh flowers, cookies and cream ice cream.
DISLIKES: Valentine's day, watching the Olympics, dealing with bar patrons past their limits, cats, mice, inventory day, spilling a drink, yoga- she's forced into it, vanilla ice cream, black coffee, blueberries.
FEARS: Losing her brother, losing the bar, mice
SECRETS: There was a moment in her life, back in college, where she thought she might marry her college boyfriend. He seemed like he was going to ask and she realised then that she really didn't love him enough to say yes. She did love him, very much, just not like that. She never mentioned that to anyone aside from her brother.
PERSONALITY: Much like her brother, Mitchie is a down-to-Earth kind of person. She's the first with a quick comeback and a sassy smile to accompany it. She's a resilient woman with a brilliant head for business. She's big on family, though her parents are halfway across the country. Her brother is her hero and the person she'd looked up to the most when she'd been a kid. These days he's the only man in her life she can yell at and get away with it, which is nice. She's stubborn and will happily admit to it because she's also very proud of her headstrong behaviour. Without her drive and determination to make something of herself, Mitchie genuinely believes she would be back in Aspen, ignoring the people she'd grown up with and hiding under the hood of various automobiles. While the career side of her life is well taken care off with Mitchie's head very much on her shoulders straight, her personal and social life is nowhere near the same level. Her personal life is quite spontaneous as in whenever she has a night off, she genuinely has no idea where she'll end up or wake up. She's woken up before on a couch in Virginia because at some point the night before she'd gotten on a party bus. In that part of her life, she's a bit of a mess but that's half the fun. Eventually, sooner rather than later, she'd like to settle down but she's a bit scared of love and refuses to admit it to herself.

MOTHER: Mary-Anne Creek & fifty-seven.
FATHER: Maxwell Creek & sixty.
SIBLINGS: Shelby Montgomery Creek & thirty-five.
OTHERS: N/A.
PETS: Thor & Teacup Yorkie
Loki & American Bulldog!
HOMETOWN: Aspen, Colorado
HISTORY: Shelby and Mitchie's parents really should have known better when they'd picked out their children's names but the doctor's had said Shelby was going to be a girl and they thought Shelby was perfect either way and in truth, it was. Shelby was brilliant and it fit him so well. But then they'd gotten pregnant again and once again, they'd been given wrong information. And once again, their parents only picked out one name and settled so solidly on it that there was no changing their minds on it; even when Mitchie popped out and was in fact, a girl. They kept the name, nicknamed her Mitchie and left it at that. The truth of the matter was, Mitchie absolutely loved her quirky name. She had never been teased by her classmates for having a boy's name, some of them thought it was cool. It had been the teachers, especially the substitutes, that gave her trouble with it, questioning her parent's choices and often times just snorting derisively and telling her to sit down when she'd been called upon to stand during games.

She learned to take apart engines and put them back together again before she'd even started school. She'd been in the garage before she'd been able to walk and Mitchie loved the smell of engine oil, the feeling of the grease on her hands, knowing that what she'd done would work like a dream. Her mother had taught her everything she knew but try as she might, her mother hadn't been able to get Mitchie quite as excited about snowboarding as her brother was. She liked it well enough but she was nowhere near as skilled or as talented as Shelby was and though Mitchie liked to tease him that she was going to kick his ass, she just wasn't as hyped about the sport. For her, it was just a fun activity but for Shelby, it was what he wanted from life. He lived for the slopes, though he still pitched in at the garage. She was better in the garage than she was on the slopes though she could keep up well enough with her big brother.

And while he was off collecting trophies and medals like they were flowers in a field, Mitchie was at home working on homework and engines and having fun with friends. She cheered him on whenever she couldn't be there but life moved on for her. Mitchie thought Shelby would get the gold medals and whenever he decided to retire, she knew he would find himself quite happy teaching on the slopes and working the family business. They all knew it. So it nearly killed her when he was injured and unable to go to the Olympics that first time. She had been so young and didn't understand that he was really okay and would be just fine in a few weeks. For a while, she thought he was never going to compete again. She learned however and cheered him on more and more when he got back out there and continued to collect medals and trophies and such. She had been there at the finish line when he'd won his Olympic gold medal, their parents letting her go to the games and again four years later when he'd gone to defend his title. It nearly killed her when he didn't make it to the bottom of the hill and things started to turn to chaos as the shock of her brother's accident ran through the crowd. A producer grabbed her from the crowd to help her get to her brother and she went with him in the ambulance to the hospital. Their parent's had stepped away ages beforehand to get themselves a drink and though they'd thought they would be back before his run, they hadn't returned. Thankfully, they met them at the hospital and demanded all sorts. Mitchie was in a state of shock at the whole ordeal. She wanted to believe he was just fucking around, playing a joke because that was how he was. But she knew that this gold medal meant more to him than an epic prank.

Mitchie couldn't stay while he recovered though, she was in school and needed to return though she was aware everyone would have understood if she didn't return immediately. But she needed a bit of normalcy, a bit of old routine so she'd gone back. She was kept updated but it killed her. And though she would never admit it, she was glad that she wasn't really around for his recovery because someone still needed to work on the cars, and do her homework. Going away to school helped a bit, too since she wasn't around to see him falling apart. Although, by the time she'd gone off to school, he'd been coming to the conclusion that it was time for him to get out of Aspen. She understood that and promised to visit him in New York, which she did on many occasions. Eventually, people stopped recognising her from the television, didn't approach her asking if Shelby was her brother because they shared a surname and she moved on with a bit of peace. Four years flew however and she had to return to Aspen with her plans.

Mitchie actually had intentions of staying in Colorado and taking the family shop to the next level. She'd gone off to school to learn about running a business, turning a small family business into something so much more. But, much like her big brother, Mitchie couldn't stick around Aspen. The people that knew the family, knew her brother especially asked her constantly about him and it was getting on her nerves. Her parents saw it, too and knew it would be for the best if she spent some time with Shelby in New York. It hadn't mattered that years had gone by, people in a town like Aspen talked and no one would ever forget Shelby's tragedy. Because she'd known about engines and she'd been saving all the money she'd earned from the family shop, she had plenty in her bank account to live comfortably but still took on the odd job at Creek's Customs while she worked on the plan that hit her on the drive from Aspen to New York. Her mother, being the engine expert back in Aspen, taught Mitchie everything she'd known about them so her little girl could be a brilliant mechanic like her. And while Mitchie loved to get grease on her clothes and have it smeared on her cheekbone, she only liked it when a project grabbed her heart and soul. If it didn't interest her, she didn't really give a damn though she would do the job. Creek's Customs was good like that since there were a fair few projects that had grabbed Mitchie while she was there.

It took her a bit of time but Mitchie approached her brother with a business plan, from top to bottom, the whole deal. She had some money saved, she knew she could get a loan with this plan without any trouble at all but she wanted this to be a venture they took went into together. She talked him through the entire idea, the whole plan, every step, every aspect. Mitchie knew what she wanted and she wanted a bar. Mitchie was relieved that Shelby loved the idea just as much as she did. She really wanted this to work. New York was a big place full of so many bars and pubs and nightclubs but she wanted something more, something just a little bit different. Her ideas were enough to get her brother on board with the plan and have the bank give them a much bigger loan than Mitchie had even thought she could get. But it all meant that within a year, The Museum, a three-story entertainment centre. The main floor is the pub, music, themed nights and good food with an incredible spiral staircase leading down to the basement where the atmosphere would be more creative. She wanted black-light scones on the ways, neon and glow-in-the-dark paint, buckets of which were provided for people to throw around and create "art" with canvases available should they want to take them home, too. The top floor would have boasted the actual nightclub but they'd found a building on the cheap to buy that had a sub-basement. They reworked a bit of the area so there were multiple emergency exits, kept up with the fire codes and after about a dozen inspections, The Museum was opened. Now at twenty-nine, Mitchie has been running The Museum for just under two years and was loving all the good things she'd been hearing from her spot behind the bar. Her career, her bar comes first for her so it's been a process to find someone who is genuinely interested in her and not just trying to get in her pants to get free drinks at the bar.

YOUR ALIAS: Cali.
RULE WORDS: I've taken care of these.
WHERE YOU FOUND US: In some weird Halloween movie... I'd rather not speak of it.
SAMPLE:

How dare you ask me for a sample!

 

[Cali]