Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 1, 2011 17:27:09 GMT -5
Name: Matthew Williams
Country/ Code Name: Canada
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Affiliation: Pirate
----If not Civilian: The Flying Dutchman
Ship Positions: Pilot
Likes: Flying, reading, maple syrup, hockey, laughter, speaking French, adventure
Dislikes: Negative attitudes, selfishness, disrespect, dishonesty, being ignored, being overlooked
Job Skills: Navigational training from his father and brother; good sense of direction.
Personality and short background:
History: Matthew was born a few weeks early. His mother, father and brother were all going up to visit an aunt of his. His mother had only been pregnant for a bit more than eight months, so they didn't anticipate her having any complications. Unfortunately, she went into labor unexpectedly while they were still in Canadia.
After the fiasco of his early birth, Matthew needed to stay in Canadia with his mother for a long time. He picked up the accent and mannerisms of his Canadian aunt, and by the time his mother had recovered from birth and he recovered--a few years, actually--he had picked up the accent and second language of Canadia. By age four, Matthew was fluent in French, and his English still retains a thick Canadian accent.
When his aunt tried to send him back after he was a healthy, growing boy, fully recovered from his frail medical state after the early birth, his mother and father couldn't afford to support another child. He stayed with his aunt to prevent his family going hungry for his sake.
When Matthew finally returned to the American Free States to live with his family, he learned that his brother had run off to become a pilot. He lived with his mother and father for a few years, helping them around the farm. After that, he traveled to the Heta Empire to pursue a more exciting life.
Before he knew it, Matthew had come upon a certain Dutch pirate and somehow... somehow become his pilot.
Personality: Matthew is a very shy boy. He's gentle and sweet, and hates getting into fights. He's quite overlooked most of the time, but he's grown to be used to it. Despite this, he's not accepting of the fact that people see right through him. He takes every opportunity he can to be seen, to prove himself to his brother and colleagues.
Matthew, though a very kind and sweet boy, is very serious when it comes to arguments. Though many people see him as weak because of his rather
Despite his willingness to get into physical fights, those things rarely happen with him. Usually, he doesn't even need to defend his friends or family. He's usually in a position to defend himself. However, Matthew rarely is insulted directly. Most of the time, when Matthew is upset, it's because something someone has said offends him. Even then, he does not act upon his feelings in an outward way. He is extremely passive-aggressive, preferring to make others' lives harder from the sidelines after letting the anger simmer for a while.
Matthew Williams is very passionate about a few things--pancakes being one of them. His pancakes are the best. He knows it--of course, he doesn't flaunt it, but it's just true--and loves to cook them for whoever asks.
Other: Nope~
RP sample: The world used to be beautiful to Matthew Williams. It used to be perfect. A haven, a safe place for humans and nations alike to live. Matthew used to walk in the forests of his home for hours, doing nothing but walking and thinking and breathing, letting crisp, fresh air fill his lungs and leave them just as peacefully. He'd sit against a tree, close his eyes and let all thoughts, all logic, every problem in the world simply seep from his being.
Matthew Williams used to swim in his country's lakes in the heat of summer, shucking all his clothing into a haphazard pile before diving into the cold water with abandon. The frigid depths of his waters would surround him. His eyes would sting, his feet would be uncomfortably brushed by the long, slimy reeds under the water. But he couldn't care, because he was swimming in the waters of his world.
Matthew Williams used to live in a wonderful, rich world. A world full of love, unity, and good will. He used to be able to live off the land. He had a symbiotic relationship with his country. He kept the land, and it returned the deed. He guarded the land, and it returned that deed, as well. He cared for the land, and it returned that deed in full.
Now, the land was broken. Barren. The land was cold, lifeless. The lakes were contaminated with blood, oil and dirt. The fields had been sheared by desperate farmers, their once-covered golden wheat expanses now just bald shadows of what they had been. The forests were charred, smoking, horrific. There were barely any trees left in his home. Canada, the country that, just a month ago, held more trees within its borders than any other country in the world, was barren of those trees.
Lying in the center of what once was his largest forest, broken like the land, Matthew Williams clenched his eyes shut and pressed his face to the ground, swallowing cries of agony as he felt gashes appear on his forearms and waist. They were deeper than the ones before. He could do nothing; he'd tried over and over again to fight the injuries, but they came despite his efforts.
He could only dig blunt nails into the dirt, the blackened charcoal of the earth, and whisper to himself that it would be okay.
Lying had never felt so amazing.
OOC Information
Name: Christie
Timezone: GMT -5 (East Coast USA)
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Thanks for your time! what flavor are your delicious cookies?: Double chocolate chip~! ....andoatmealraisin.