Post by Matthew Williams on Dec 21, 2010 9:56:10 GMT -5
Name: Matthew Williams; Canada
Age: 19
Academic Goals: To become a maître pâtissier.
Year: Freshman
Occupation: Student; works at a French cafe in Bluterra Mall
Likes: ♡Pancakes - He absolutely loves pancakes. His favorite food ever and the best in the world.
♡Maple Syrup - He loves maple syrup almost more than he does pancakes. He uses it on almost everything he eats or drinks; no matter how odd it seems to others. Also, the best in the world.
♡Snow - He’s Canada; he’d be crazy not to love the snow, considering how much of his land is covered in it. He feels that it is one of the few things that will always be there for him; much more reliable than people and such. Just head North and it’ll be there waiting.
♡Polar bears - He has one as a pet; Kumajirou, though he rarely remembers the bear’s actual name, often calling it some other K-starting name.
♡Affection - He is the affectionate type; adoring hugs, cuddles and kisses to the cheek like no other. Only with family or close friends, however.
♡Pastries - Especially French ones. They satisfy the remainder of his sweet-tooth that syrup and pancakes do not.
♡Helping people - He was raised to be helpful, and its just in his nature. Lend a hand and receive one in return when you need it most. Or so he hopes.
♡Making people happy - Happiness makes the world go round, in his ideals. And a smile is always more beautiful than a frown.
♡Being around others - He loves company and playing host; enough said.
♡Culinary class
Dislikes: ✘Being ignored - Happened far too frequently in the past.
✘Being forgotten - And this went hand in hand with being ignored.
✘Rude people - No one likes a hoser.
✘Cruel people - Or a sadist. (Unless you’re a masochist *cough*)
✘Being alone - He was alone far too often through-out his life; he’d rather be with someone he dislikes or hates than be alone.
✘Small spaces - Claustrophobic.
✘Medications - Not only does he not like the way they taste, but he’s always worried of taking too little or too much and something going wrong. So he avoids them all together.
✘Being confined - Relating to the claustrophobia and the fact he needs his surroundings to be rather chilly or he gets sick from the heat.
✘Being controlled - A strong combination of his pride and immense love of his freedom, make being controlled one of the things he hates most.
✘Gym class; unless its outdoors
Personality:
Matthew is a very soft-spoken and kind individual. He is very sensitive and he can get his feelings hurt easily, often taking things to heart or overanalyzing the situation. When things start to get really bad, he tends to be prone to tears, though, rather he actually cries or not depends on the situation at hand. Because of this, he can sometimes be viewed as a big crybaby.
Despite his sensitivity, he is very much the optimist. No matter how bad things seem to get, he’s rather good at staying positive and confident that things will always turn out or get better. Because of his natural, positive light, the atmosphere usually tends to brighten up whenever he’s around; almost as if because he’s so hopeful, that his hope and optimism becomes contagious. Matthew dislikes fighting and conflict, preferring to settle things civilly and with words rather than simply duking out a disagreement. Because of all his training and combat experience, however.. When there is absolutely no other option, he becomes an extremely vicious opponent in an actual fight. After he’s been pushed to physical fighting, it takes a lot to calm him down. This nature only doubles in its fierceness if he’s fighting for someone he cares about.
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 fierceness on the battlefield, 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.
Contrary to everything else however, he has a bit of an extreme temper.. Especially with people he’s close enough to, to be himself around. Around people such as these, he free to get upset and angry, rather than constantly trying to maintain the peace with others. 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.
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 quite nervous. Medicine and medications; he’s always been a little inwardly paranoid he would wind up taking too much or too little and something terrible would go wrong. Due to this, he avoids them completely, despite his being well educated in the matters of medicine.
Due to constantly being forgotten, overlooked and sometimes , Matthew is rather 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.
When Matthew is upset or angry, he has a minor issue with controlling his temper. Simply put.. He doesn’t wear steel-toed boots just because they look nice.
Though he’s always been forgotten, for those he loves and trusts, he gives full, unwavering loyalty to. He’d do anything for those special people without a moment’s hesitation and without question and would rather cease to exist than betray their trust in him.
Though he tends to go with the flow and just as told, once Matthew makes up his mind about something, it is nearly impossible to change it. If its something important, the decisions he makes concerning it are final. He is far too stubborn to be swayed when it comes to what matters.
Matthew is one of the sweetest people one could meet. He loves being there to help others out when they’re down and need a hand, and just being useful to others. He never expects anything in return, however, believing that people shouldn’t do good or kind things to be rewarded; they should simply because its nice.
Added in physical description; Matthew stands approximately five foot ten inches, just slightly taller than his younger brother; though build wise, he’s a bit leaner and more slight than the other. His hair is blonde, with darker blonde tips that he tries to keep just a little shorter than shoulder-length, though occasionally it gets away from him. From the middle of his bangs is a single, long curl that absolutely refuses to conform to the rest of his slightly wavy locks and thus sticks out. His eyes are a deep violet, though they sometimes appear dark blue or even magenta depending on the kind of lighting he’s in.
He wears glasses like his brother, though he sometimes goes without them entirely; they’re really only needed for reading or seeing small details on things that are quite a distance away from him. There is a faded out, but still clearly visible burn scar on his back. It runs nearly the entire length of his back, right up past his shoulder blade, though it is mostly concentrated on the left side; the right side of his back, free of scars. Though most people don’t notice; even of the few that do actually notice him in general, there is a light-colored, sprinkling of tiny freckles over the tops of his cheeks. He’s rather sensitive to the sun, so when he’s out on a bright, sunny day for long periods of time, the freckles gradually become a more prominent feature of his face. Aside from the goggles that are usually perched on the top of his head, the only other he thing he has on his person at all times is a small, silver snowflake charm upon a silver chain. He usually keeps it hidden under his shirt though.
History:
Matthew’s childhood wasn’t exactly something to complain over... But it wasn’t the best he could have had either. [Will elaborate a lot more after discussing with the America-player]
Sample Post:
“Bluterra Academy: School for Boys”
Matthew blinked a few times as he stared up at the arched sign that loomed over the iron-wrought gates. It was a little intimidating, that gate.. But when the blonde tilted his head to peek through the bars at the building that lay up ahead, just past stunning, well-kept courtyard, he couldn’t help but smile. Despite being so large and grand, the whole scene seemed to be very..inviting.. From his place outside the gate, he could see some older students working to hang banners from window to window, setting up the orientation tables off to the left in what appeared to be an apple orchard, and putting up flyers along the school’s walls.
“W..Wow.. They’re a-all working really hard to welcome the new students, eh..” Matti mumbled to himself as he continued smiling, still lingering outside the gate. There were a few other boys waiting near him, but they didn’t pay him any mind, so he kept to himself. It was only a few more moments before a tall, nicely dressed man came to open the iron gates, a warm, welcoming smile on his face.
“Welcome, new students, to Bluterra Academy: School for Boys. I am your Head Master...”
A soft frown crossed Matthew’s lips as the other boys around him began to chatter, becoming rowdier by the minute and soon enough louder than the Head Master himself, who simply shook his head with a dismissive sign. He then muttered something along the lines of “Boys will be boys.”, from what the Canadian could make out, before signaling to the two teachers beside him to pull the gates open. And with that; all the new students that had gathered at the entrance flooded in past the gates, excitedly taking their first steps onto their new campus with all the noise a group of teenage boys could make.
Being rather unnoticeable and quiet, as soon as the other boys began to rush in, Matthew found himself being shoved and pushed out of the way, taking elbows to the ribs and luggage to the face. “Move it, nerd!” was the most prominent thing he heard. At some point, the young blonde got spun around in all the commotion, falling to his knees on the pavement below as the rest of the group continued their noisy entrance up to the courtyard.
Now dirtied and bruised, he sighed softly to himself as he sat on the ground and made an attempt to fix his glasses, sniffling just faintly. Frowning, he gathered his scattered luggage back towards him before stumbling to his feet and looking up at the Bluterra sign again..
“Its high school all over again, eh..” He commented with a little frown, giving another sigh of acceptance as he trudged in past the gates. Before Matthew got too far, though, a large hand clapped him on the shoulder and made him jump a little. He blinked as he looked up to the Head Master beside him. The older male just chuckled and shook his head.
“No, it doesn’t in a way. But here at Bluterra, son.. Well, I think you’re going to be just fine.” The man laughed and patted Matthew’s shoulder again, walking off ahead of him.
The Canadian blinked once, smiling again. Things seemed better already.
“Bluterra Academy: School for Boys”
Matthew blinked a few times as he stared up at the arched sign that loomed over the iron-wrought gates. It was a little intimidating, that gate.. But when the blonde tilted his head to peek through the bars at the building that lay up ahead, just past stunning, well-kept courtyard, he couldn’t help but smile. Despite being so large and grand, the whole scene seemed to be very..inviting.. From his place outside the gate, he could see some older students working to hang banners from window to window, setting up the orientation tables off to the left in what appeared to be an apple orchard, and putting up flyers along the school’s walls.
“W..Wow.. They’re a-all working really hard to welcome the new students, eh..” Matti mumbled to himself as he continued smiling, still lingering outside the gate. There were a few other boys waiting near him, but they didn’t pay him any mind, so he kept to himself. It was only a few more moments before a tall, nicely dressed man came to open the iron gates, a warm, welcoming smile on his face.
“Welcome, new students, to Bluterra Academy: School for Boys. I am your Head Master...”
A soft frown crossed Matthew’s lips as the other boys around him began to chatter, becoming rowdier by the minute and soon enough louder than the Head Master himself, who simply shook his head with a dismissive sign. He then muttered something along the lines of “Boys will be boys.”, from what the Canadian could make out, before signaling to the two teachers beside him to pull the gates open. And with that; all the new students that had gathered at the entrance flooded in past the gates, excitedly taking their first steps onto their new campus with all the noise a group of teenage boys could make.
Being rather unnoticeable and quiet, as soon as the other boys began to rush in, Matthew found himself being shoved and pushed out of the way, taking elbows to the ribs and luggage to the face. “Move it, nerd!” was the most prominent thing he heard. At some point, the young blonde got spun around in all the commotion, falling to his knees on the pavement below as the rest of the group continued their noisy entrance up to the courtyard.
Now dirtied and bruised, he sighed softly to himself as he sat on the ground and made an attempt to fix his glasses, sniffling just faintly. Frowning, he gathered his scattered luggage back towards him before stumbling to his feet and looking up at the Bluterra sign again..
“Its high school all over again, eh..” He commented with a little frown, giving another sigh of acceptance as he trudged in past the gates. Before Matthew got too far, though, a large hand clapped him on the shoulder and made him jump a little. He blinked as he looked up to the Head Master beside him. The older male just chuckled and shook his head.
“No, it doesn’t in a way. But here at Bluterra, son.. Well, I think you’re going to be just fine.” The man laughed and patted Matthew’s shoulder again, walking off ahead of him.
The Canadian blinked once, smiling again. Things seemed better already.
Personal + Optional
Alias: Carr
Timezone: Central [....Maple and Wurst ;x <3 ]
Favorite Pairings: .....Huff. Maple Wurst, Maple Pasta, Tulips, Wurst Pasta, Kirklandcest
Alternate Characters: .....Huff huff. Scotland, Iceland, Hong Kong, Russia, N. Italy, Austria, Mangary, Spain, Thailand, Suriname, Azerbaijan, Confederates States of America, United States of America, Belarus, S. Italy, Luxembourg, Ukraine, et Bulgaria. Those are the ones off the top of my head at least, eh..