Mathis Reeves [WIP]
Sept 18, 2017 1:43:57 GMT -5
Post by Mathis Reeves on Sept 18, 2017 1:43:57 GMT -5
The Basics
Name: Mathis Renald Reeves
Nicknames: Matty
Age: 22
Orientation: Demisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Part-Time Student(Senior) at Vermont University; Part-Time Teacher’s Assistant(Mathematics) at Hammel Institute
Powers: Animal Mimicry -
Play By: Colton Haynes
The Details
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Blue
Any Piercings? N/A
Any Tattoos? A small “D” tattooed behind his left ear.
Any Scars? There is a large scar across the back of his right leg from where he fell off his bike as a child and got caught in a barbed wire fence.
General Appearance: A few decent paragraphs, please.
Personality: Same as appearance.
Your Vices
Likes:
-Laughter
-Unrepentant anime nerd
-Small and furry critters (especially angry furry critters)
-Quiet morning runs
-Being able to help someone learn
-Company
-Trying to fix his truck’s engine despite knowing nothing past how to change his oil
-Freshly baked pastries
-Kick boxing
Dislikes:
-Homophobes
-Trying to edit his own papers
-Anyone that doesn’t actually want to learn
-Snow; or just generally he hates the cold
-Being called short (also that his best friend is taller than him, it’s meant to be the other way around)
-Rap music
-When a child is disowned
-Not having the sun above him
-Watching what he eats
Strengths:
-Mathematics (both in teaching and understanding)
-Unflappable optimism
-A natural inclination towards athletics
-Empathizes well with others
-Reciting anime facts and trivia
Weaknesses:
-Sensitive to changes in other’s emotions
-Has trouble accepting compliments
-Terrible at putting thoughts into words
-Tends to hide his true emotions behind laughter, yet he’s an awful liar
-Has a habit of overextending himself to try and do everything
Fears:
-Being abandoned and alone
-Choking (especially choking on air, it’s happened and it’s terrifying)
-Zombies
Secret: Well, Demetrius is aware of this, but despite Mathis having dated at least one person before- he’s still a virgin.
Family Ties
Father: Clayton Reeves, 51, Human, Rancher
Mother: Bobbie Reeves, 47, Human, Bakery Owner
Siblings:
Matthew Jarvis Reeves, 27, Meta- Animal Communication and Control
Maria Lee-Ann Reeves, 23, Human
Any Other Important People:
Grandma Bunny, deceased, but the only family to accept him and Matthew
Demetrius Wolfbane, 20, Meta- Winged Flight, Pseudo-Brother/Best Friend
Merlin, his (slightly evil to everyone but him) rescue cat.
History
A few decent paragraphs, explaining your character’s childhood, anything interesting up until now.
Roleplay Example
It was an unseasonably warm day of the Isle of Villain and Co. Well. Warm was perhaps a bit of an understatement for most people. Zevran was quite happy in the slightly oppressive heat but he was one of the few. He could slap on a tank top with arm holes so wide he's fairly sure (very sure, actually) every time he moved anyone nearby would be treated to a glimpse of his nipple piercing and yeah, the heat was fine. The upside to the strange heatwave was that everyone else was wearing equally revealing clothing. Which was great not for catching tasty peeks for exposed bodies (though this was definitely a bonus) but that the places people could hide their wallets was drastically decreased.
It was a good day for anyone with sticky fingers.
Zevran spent most of his morning down in the markets for that very reason. Hours passed while he slipped his fingers into ill-fitting pockets or poorly attended baskets of goodies. Never enough all at once (an apple here, a coin there, a ring from a finger to keep things lively) to draw attention to himself, even if he was always noticeable for his loud laugh and wide grin but most people tended to focus on those things rather than what his hands were doing. A really bad habit for supposedly evil people to develop. He'd be ashamed of them if it didn't help him out in the long run. Or, well, he was ashamed of them regardless. He just wasn't saying as such out loud.
His morning ended as it so often does; someone noticed more than he wanted them to and suddenly he's having to run away in a hasty escape. The timing worked out nicely since the worst of the heat was starting to beat down on the square despite the near constant overcast being above them. With the heat (and tempers) rising, it was probably for the best that someone finally noticed that someone had been nicking their things. At least he could say they didn't know it was him. Probably. The rather fast paced escape might have made a few people suspicious. He could still hear the woman whose coins he nicked echoing behind him- but he didn't hear his name.
Zevran chuckled to himself as he stuck the collected coin into the bag he was carrying. A bit more obvious than just his pockets, sure, but he knew he could wave it away by explaining he'd been shopping. Which he had been. Just... With other people's goods. He ran a hand through his sweat slick hair as he made his way back to the apartment. Wondering what he was going to do with the rest of the day. Maybe he could try his hand at making jewelry with dried seeds, or maybe he should get around to sharpening his knives just in case. Or he could go down to the fish and chip shop... The heat was probably making them just as angry and who could resist a siren call like that?
Unlocking the door was a quick minute of work before Zevran slipped inside the only slightly cooler apartment. Chucking his bag onto the couch with only a swift glance to make sure no one was sitting on it that he as he starts toeing off his shoes. "Honey, I'm home! Did you have a good day at work? Break any kneecaps yet?" Zevran called, tossing his shoes against the wall right next to the door. "It's okay if you didn't, the day is still young!"
What About You?
Name: Lord Fisher King, but call me Fish
Age: 22
Experience: Awhile. Can’t do the math for specifics
How Did You Find Us? I was here long, long ago
Ready To Play? Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees
