Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 6, 2012 10:54:44 GMT -5
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*MATTHEWLOUISWILLIAMS,
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OH, HAI THERE! I'M T AND IT IS MY PLEASURE TO MEET YOU. I'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR 9 SO I KNOW WHAT TO DO. YOU NEED TO TALK TO ME? HIT MY UP AT xmelikehockeyx on chatango AND I'LL TRY TO GET BACK TO YOU.
[/i] concerned with going above and beyond to keep the peace. After all, if they matter that much to him, they shouldn’t mind if he lets them see him upset or angry. And boy, does he get angry; it only becomes worse if his words go ignored. When he gets this annoyed and angry, for him, violence is indeed, the answer. He doesn’t wear steel-toed boots just because they look nice.
FULL NAME Matthew Louis Williams
COUNTRY OF ORIGIN Canada
AGE 18
GRADE Junior
OCCUPATION Part time baker at a local cafe
SEXUALITY Pansexual
BIRTHDAY July 1st
SCHEDULE ENG202, HST212, WLG210, MTH202, SC112, Astronomy, Concert Choir, Physical Education
OVERALL APPEARANCE
LIKES
DISLIKES
STRENGTHS
WEAKNESSES
PERSONALITY
He’s loyal and dedicated; he doesn’t like to do things half-way or leave things unfinished. Almost to the point of total stubbornness. Once he has started something, he will see it through to the end, even if he doesn’t like the outcome or what he must go through to reach it. If someone he loves or respects asks something of him, if its reasonable to him, he’ll comply without question simply to keep them happy. Some may deem him as being a people-pleaser, though in truth, he just wishes for happiness for those who are important to him and is more than happy to help them achieve it.
Matthew is also extremely curious; about everything and anything. He loves learning and finding out about things; even things that have nothing to do with him or his life, he’ll read about it just for the sake of learning. Because of this desire to learn new things, he also enjoys listening to people and is quite the conversationalist once he gets over his initial shyness.
For all his occasional fierceness when angered, Matthew is surprisingly domestic. He’d much rather prefer just a cozy, little quiet life compared to the overly eventful, often dangerous lives some of his acquaintances lead. He loves cooking and cleaning; his house is usually spotless and filled with the smells of handmade pastries. More often than not, pancakes and fresh, boiling maple syrup.
More than anything, Matthew fears being alone. Despite his relatively good connections with most other nations in recent years, when he was still young and growing, he spent the majority of his time alone. It wasn’t by choice, of course, it simply seemed that that most of the nations that influenced him in the past, were just too busy to pay attention to him and spend time with him. And thus, he slowly faded into the background, becoming rather insecure, meek and passive despite his bubbly, out-going personality he had as a child. Now that he has people that occasionally remember him and ones he actually considers friends, he’s absolutely terrified of returning to the former loneliness that was imposed upon him in the past.
Some of Matthew’s other fears, though not as severe as his fear of being alone, include.. Small, confined spaces, since he is rather claustrophobic. He can’t stand being stuck in small rooms or spaces; one could say he’s used to a lot of room to move, so anything less makes him a little nervous. Due to constantly being forgotten, overlooked and sometimes , Matthew is sometimes insecure about himself and his place in the world. Though he’ll try to put on a strong, confident front when its brought into question; inside he’s drowning himself in doubt and worry.
Simply put, Matthew is a sweet bundle of trusting and naivety. It doesn’t take much to win his trust because he always tries his absolute best to believe that there is good in everyone. That no matter the past or how they act or anything really, that they have a good heart and thus, good intentions. This.. Often leads him to be a prime target to be taken advantage of.
He doesn’t like confrontation of any kind. Psychical fighting, verbal arguing or simply tense situations; just not his thing. Because of how much he dislikes these, he often finds himself just going along with the demands of others, simply to avoid arguing with them. But only so long as it doesn’t wind up hurting someone.
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HISTORY
RP EXAMPLE
Matthew yawned and stretched as he slowly began to wake up. Ow. Ow. Ow. Grimacing, he quickly sat up, holding his hand over his chest. “Ow.. W-What the..” He grumbled to himself, reaching back behind him to pull the curtains away from the window since he couldn’t reach the light switch right away. Despite how he wanted the light, he couldn’t help but squint as the sunlight shone in through the windows. It was just a little too bright. Especially so early in the morning. At that though, Matti couldn’t help but yawn; only to wind up flinching and nearly doubling over as he clutched his chest. Why was he in pain? This was so…unusual.
“Pourquoi avez-vous mal..?” He asked aloud, blinking a few times to adjust to the bright sunshine before finally being able to see clearly. Frowning still, he tilted his head down to look at his chest…The right side of which was covered with a piece of gauze sloppily taped to his skin. Panic instantly rose in him as his violet eyes grew wide and he stared at it in surprise for a few moments before tentatively peeling a little of the tape back to try and see what was underneath it.
His skin was black under the bandage. Pitch black. His brow furrowed in confusion as the panic grew. Why couldn’t he remember anything thing from yester- No, no, he could.. He remembered having a bit of a bad day.. And that he had gone outside for a smoke.. And he’d been caught? Oui, oui, he’d been caught.. But then after that..? And by who? He couldn’t recall. Biting his lip, Matthew hesitated a moment before ripping another piece of tape off, grimacing at the sensitivity that side of his chest now had.
He just stared, a look of horror slowly etching itself onto his normally calm features. Quickly followed by tears in his eyes. Not bothering to let the soreness slow him down, he grabbed his coat and pulled it on; not even bothering with pants or a shirt. He just slipped into his boots as he stumbled out of his dorm room, not bothering to lock it. His roommate could do that. And so the Canadian ran through the hallways, in his boots, boxers, jacket and nothing more. He’d even forgotten his glasses. He ran, not slowly down once, ignoring all the odd looks of his fellow students, until he slammed the door to the infirmary and doctor’s office open.
“D-Doctor! Doctor! Monsieur! I-I need your help, eh!” He called as loudly as he could, just to make sure he was heard as he sniffled, the tears in his eyes. Mon dieu, what did I do yesterday?
“Pourquoi avez-vous mal..?” He asked aloud, blinking a few times to adjust to the bright sunshine before finally being able to see clearly. Frowning still, he tilted his head down to look at his chest…The right side of which was covered with a piece of gauze sloppily taped to his skin. Panic instantly rose in him as his violet eyes grew wide and he stared at it in surprise for a few moments before tentatively peeling a little of the tape back to try and see what was underneath it.
His skin was black under the bandage. Pitch black. His brow furrowed in confusion as the panic grew. Why couldn’t he remember anything thing from yester- No, no, he could.. He remembered having a bit of a bad day.. And that he had gone outside for a smoke.. And he’d been caught? Oui, oui, he’d been caught.. But then after that..? And by who? He couldn’t recall. Biting his lip, Matthew hesitated a moment before ripping another piece of tape off, grimacing at the sensitivity that side of his chest now had.
He just stared, a look of horror slowly etching itself onto his normally calm features. Quickly followed by tears in his eyes. Not bothering to let the soreness slow him down, he grabbed his coat and pulled it on; not even bothering with pants or a shirt. He just slipped into his boots as he stumbled out of his dorm room, not bothering to lock it. His roommate could do that. And so the Canadian ran through the hallways, in his boots, boxers, jacket and nothing more. He’d even forgotten his glasses. He ran, not slowly down once, ignoring all the odd looks of his fellow students, until he slammed the door to the infirmary and doctor’s office open.
“D-Doctor! Doctor! Monsieur! I-I need your help, eh!” He called as loudly as he could, just to make sure he was heard as he sniffled, the tears in his eyes. Mon dieu, what did I do yesterday?
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