Post by Emil on Mar 3, 2011 14:09:15 GMT -5
MATTHEW WILLIAMS
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NAME:[/font] Matthew Williams
AGE: eighteen
GRADE: senior
NATIONALITY:
POSITIVE TRAITS:
- philanthropic
- composed
- makes effort to be confident
- fairly sensible
- dogged
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
- introverted
- sometimes indolent
- not very patriotic
- being a tad resentful towards successful people
- blindly anti-American--and rather obsessive about it (see above)
- runs short on interesting features
LIKES:
- the wonderful world of Mother Nature
- NHL/LNH
and lacrosse, yeah! - ice cream
and doughnuts and just a lot of other bad foods - being included
on good things - people getting along
- taking breaks during rather busy situations
DISLIKES:
- arguing; any types of fighting, really
- being a target of undeserved violence
- being mistaken for his brother
- being ignored
- arrogance
FEARS:
- truly disappearing one day
- conflicting nationalities tearing his sanity apart
out of character
NAME: Em
OTHER CHARACTERS: Not here.
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
New York City was not entirely like he had seen in the movies. Who knew it was as dirty as it happened to be? It was only late morning and Matthew reckoned he had already seen all he needed to see. It was only moments ago he was more confident about the exploration he decided to take on. But not only was he was prepared, it was actually proven he was not...as prepared. Not that he was angry, the Canadian was simply left a tad defeated.
Simply a half an hour previous to what sort of nonexistent situation he happened to be in, Matthew had finished printing off directions to an ice rink. There was no shame to take the time to have some fun on a Saturday, he supposed, and had left his room with everything on him. Directions, keys, skates, directions. Matthew had to pat his jacket pockets a few times as he slowly walked down the hall, just to make sure he had not messed himself up and either; a. locked himself out of his room, b. wonder why he was lacking a weight on his shoulder, and c. that he had not tucked his directions in the wrong pocket by some odd chance.
He was ready.
Despite having made it outside, Matthew had to reach around himself one more time just to make sure he had not done something stupid. He only then pulled his directions out when he was on the sidewalk, glancing to his left and right before deciding one way was west and whatever else. The guy was on his way. If this all turned out right, he was to treat himself to some hot cocoa or something of the like.
His hair curled up against his ears as he walked, giving him a reason to stop. He held the directions with one hand, tugging at his beanie to pull it past his ears. Useless thing. What good would it do if it could not stand to just a bit of wind? Matthew continued to walk, luckily going in direction in which the occasional breezes were going, bringing a hand up to his mouth to hide a yawn.
His hat proved to be useless again. Who knew a simple tiny gust of wind held such amazing power?
Soon Matthew's hat was off and tumbling down, getting Matthew to jump. It was only natural for him to follow after it as it moved across the sidewalk, teasing the blond. It had plenty of his attention, which was enough to have him forget of the paper that he had gripped in his hand. The paper decided that it also wanted to join in the chase, slipping out of Matthew's hand just as soon as he grabbed at his hat.
"H...Hey, come back!"
It did not really hit Matthew that he was talking to something that was not able to talk back as he followed behind the directions. The paper, compared to his hat, was going to be rather daring. It was a tad annoyance with people being more frequent with stepping past Matthew, as though he had reached a harder level of a game. With the wind changing directions, it too decided to play a trick. In no time at all, it was in the street, getting Matthew to stop at the edge of the sidewalk. The skate flung behind his skate had whacked him in the back, almost to scold him for being such an idiot.
He thoughtlessly placed a hand on the skate that wrested in front of him and he turned away, stepping away from the curb. Well, now he had to go back and reprint those direction.
Simply a half an hour previous to what sort of nonexistent situation he happened to be in, Matthew had finished printing off directions to an ice rink. There was no shame to take the time to have some fun on a Saturday, he supposed, and had left his room with everything on him. Directions, keys, skates, directions. Matthew had to pat his jacket pockets a few times as he slowly walked down the hall, just to make sure he had not messed himself up and either; a. locked himself out of his room, b. wonder why he was lacking a weight on his shoulder, and c. that he had not tucked his directions in the wrong pocket by some odd chance.
He was ready.
Despite having made it outside, Matthew had to reach around himself one more time just to make sure he had not done something stupid. He only then pulled his directions out when he was on the sidewalk, glancing to his left and right before deciding one way was west and whatever else. The guy was on his way. If this all turned out right, he was to treat himself to some hot cocoa or something of the like.
His hair curled up against his ears as he walked, giving him a reason to stop. He held the directions with one hand, tugging at his beanie to pull it past his ears. Useless thing. What good would it do if it could not stand to just a bit of wind? Matthew continued to walk, luckily going in direction in which the occasional breezes were going, bringing a hand up to his mouth to hide a yawn.
His hat proved to be useless again. Who knew a simple tiny gust of wind held such amazing power?
Soon Matthew's hat was off and tumbling down, getting Matthew to jump. It was only natural for him to follow after it as it moved across the sidewalk, teasing the blond. It had plenty of his attention, which was enough to have him forget of the paper that he had gripped in his hand. The paper decided that it also wanted to join in the chase, slipping out of Matthew's hand just as soon as he grabbed at his hat.
"H...Hey, come back!"
It did not really hit Matthew that he was talking to something that was not able to talk back as he followed behind the directions. The paper, compared to his hat, was going to be rather daring. It was a tad annoyance with people being more frequent with stepping past Matthew, as though he had reached a harder level of a game. With the wind changing directions, it too decided to play a trick. In no time at all, it was in the street, getting Matthew to stop at the edge of the sidewalk. The skate flung behind his skate had whacked him in the back, almost to scold him for being such an idiot.
He thoughtlessly placed a hand on the skate that wrested in front of him and he turned away, stepping away from the curb. Well, now he had to go back and reprint those direction.
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