Matthew Nowell
Nov 27, 2010 18:52:27 GMT -5
Post by Matthew Nowell on Nov 27, 2010 18:52:27 GMT -5
The easy S T U F F . . .Name: Matthew Jordan Nowell
Nickname: Matt or Mattie
Age: Seventeen
Member Group: Student
Power: Umbrakinesis (darkness manipulation)
Play By: Colton HaynesLet it F L O W . . .Now I know what you're all saying- "AMG rain! Your character, he's so pretty!" Thank you, thank you, I know, I know. It's wonderful, how I'm shallow enough to make all my characters so beautiful. Anyway, let's look at some of the specifics of this pretty face.As you can see from the picture above, he can definitely be considered handsome. Short dark brown hair, light blue eyes and a complexion that's probably a bit too pale to be considered normal. Standing at five feet, eleven and one half inches, he's not necessarily tall, but not short either. Numerous insignificant scars litter his body, as it'd be damn near impossible to go through life without obtaining a single scar. Is rather toned since he doesn't like sitting around and doing nothing, that would be far too boring.So, you want to know how this mess of a man works, do you? What makes him tick? Well, technically, it's the electricity his brain sends out to the rest of his body, tell his organs what they should do and all that jazz. But! The technical stuff can get boring, can't it? Instead, let me tell you what goes on in the pretty head of one Matthew Jordan Nowell... Even if it there isn't much of anything going on to tell.Is a very fast-paced sort of guy, a trill seeker, if you will. Pulling crazy stunts and putting himself in some sort of danger is his source of entertainment, anything to get that adrenaline rush and that heart pumping. Matthew absolutely cannot stand being bored, he can't even stand still for more than a couple of minutes without fidgeting with something. Not patient in any sense of the word. Also likes to be the center of attention, definitely the 'hey, look at me!' type.
Is a huge, shameless flirt. And if he makes someone uncomfortable, then he may very well push them further, until they get upset with him or tell him to stop, of course. Wouldn't want to get any of those nasty harassment charges. No surrie. Oh, and he is bisexual, doesn't really care if he's with either gender.So none are safe.Though if one is capable of putting up with his charades and actually manages to befriend him, he would always go to their side when they need him. Matt has some abandonment issues, however, so if someone betrays him after gaining his trust, it's almost certain he'll hold a grudge against them. And a second chance isn't something he likes to give out.
A couple of things that are important to note: keep him out of the dark and don't promise him anything. Due to some issues in his past, he's very afraid of the dark and will most likely have a panic attack if the lights are turned off. Again because of his past, promises upset him. It would be very strange if he ever made one and he may get upset with anyone who tries to promise him anything.What makes a great man great? The trials and hardships he had to go through, of course! That or he is the son of someone else who was great, but that's the easy way. And the easy way is too easy. We don't like that way, do we? Anyway, what makes Matthew great? Well, he's not all that great, honestly. Could even say he's missing a few screws, if you catch my drift. And what's this? Another teen with a troubled past?! Let's take a look at what happened to the poor sod, shall we?"I'll come back for you, I promise. I love you, little brother."
Those were the last words Matthew ever heard from his sister, Mary. Left shortly after their father died in a car accident, even though she was only sixteen at the time, she planned on making some money in their broken world. And there was no way she could just forget about her family, so she also planned on going back to get him and their mother once she was stable and could support them both. Staying in that small town of theirs wasn't something she wanted to do in the least, for it held too many bad memories. Being seven years younger than his sister, the nine-year-old could just barely understand her wish and he waited for her. He waited, and waited, and waited, and waited.
One would probably think it would be easy, to sit there and wait, but even at a young age he was as impatient as ever. To pass the time, he was constantly causing trouble, and getting caught, too. Thea, already stressed because of her husband's death and daughter leaving, couldn't handle a troublesome son on top of it all. Eventually Thea cracked after yet another of his stunts, hardly half a year after she lost two of the most important people in her life. For his punishment, she locked him in a small, dark closet and ignored any and all of his protests and yells.
"No, let me out! Please! I'll be good from now on, I promise!"
It didn't matter how much he begged, pleaded, and banged on the door, she wouldn't let him out. And after a couple of hours passed, he finally fell silent, his throat too hoarse to continue yelling. For the remainder of his time in there, he sat in the corner curled up, hugging his knees to his chest. Two words were mumbled over and over again, up until the point the door was finally opened.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
That was the state his mother found him in, and it made her regret what she had done. Thea hugged the boy tightly and apologized, promising that she'd never do it again. And, like the fool he was, he believed her. Despite her words, every time he did something 'bad' after that, the same exact scene played out over again. It was like a broken record replaying the same old song. Though there was eventually a different tune, he stopped believing her. No one keeps a promise, that was the conclusion he came to. His mother never stopped locking him in that horrid closet even though she promised, his sister never came back even though she promised, he never stopped causing trouble even though he promised.
After three years, Matthew was done with it all at the age of twelve- done with the waiting, with that terrifying punishment. His mother never beat him, it was always being locking in that closet. And honestly, he would have preferred being beaten. So what did he do? He ran away from home, what most children dreamed of doing at some point. Not having to travel for long, he reached another town, and then another, and then another, so on and so forth until about a year later he reached puberty. And along with it came the development of a power that scared him- to control the darkness his mother used to lock him in. Wasn't long after he figured out what he was able to do that some people showed up, recruited him to this school without giving him much of a choice. The Hammel Institute.
There at the institute, he was one of the slower ones when it came to controlling his power. Because honestly, he never wanted to. Thought of it as a curse- hated what he was, what he could do. So at seventeen, he's still there. Still reluctant to learn how to control the darkness that haunts him.Awesome, he has umbrakinesis. And he should be able to actually use it, once he actually feels like trying to do it right. Now, what he has the capability to eventually do is use dark energy. He'll be able to create force fields, send blasts of darkness at a target, make pretty much anything that comes to mind by manipulating darkness. Will only be able to create tangible things with dark energy, nothing that can pass through a wall and then solidify to hit something. Although that's not to say he won't be able to just break through the wall.Currently, he tries not to use his power whenever he can avoid it. Although sometimes he lashes out, accidentally activates it without meaning to. So if he's angry and goes to throw a punch at someone, some dark energy might form in front of his fist to do some extra damage. If there's something flying at him, he might accidentally create a force field in front of him when he puts up his arms to try blocking it. Things he does subconsciously, doesn't really understand how he's doing it. Doesn't really want to know either.
Behind the M A S K . . .
Name: Rain or Rainbow
Age: Honestly don't get why this is required, I don't think people should be judged based upon their age. But, since you must know, I'll go ahead and say "late teens"
RP Experience: About a year
How did you find us?: Caution two point oh
Show your S K I L L S . . .
[/blockquote][/blockquote][note: this sample is of the same character, but from a different site where he was a werewolf and older. so there will be some differences between how i play them]A content sigh slipped past a young man's lips as he relaxed his arms, having been stretching the muscles over his head just a moment earlier. Returning his attention to the others at his booth, he pretended to be interested in the rather boring conversation. Sure they were talking of how slavery was bad and all, but once again they hadn't mentioned a single plan as to what they should do about it. Now sure he had ideas, plenty of them. Unfortunately, quite a few of the rebels didn't like them very much, thought they were too dangerous. So instead the people would rather sit their lazy asses down in this diner while speaking of a 'better future.'
Matthew nearly scoffed at the idea, had half a mind to tell them exactly what he thought of all this waiting. Things weren't going to change, not if they didn't do anything to change it. Was damn close to the point, but his attention was drawn elsewhere as he heard the bell ring, the uncommon scent of the country emitting from whoever walked in. Most people reeked of this horrid city, wasn't often that changed. Turning to see just who it was, the brunette turned in time to see a familiar face taking a seat at the bar. A smile pulled at his lips, was this good timing or what? It was in his mind, that was for sure. If that beauty of a woman hadn't shown up then, he likely would have gotten into some sort of yelling match.
Seeing her arrival as a perfect excuse to get out of his current company, he slid out of his seat. "Was great talkin' to y'all, but I gotta go talk to Miss Elena over there," he said, not missing a beat as he picked up his half empty plate of bacon and walked over to join the woman. Setting the strips of meat on the counter, he climbed into the stool next to her, a face-splitting grin adorning his features. Honestly, he loved his bacon as much as any dog would.
"Good to see ya again," Matthew greeted her as if she had only been gone a few hours, not an entire month. "And I gotta say, ya sure do look good as a blond," harmless flirting was all it was, shameless too as his smile didn't falter in the least. The werewolf couldn't quite remember what color her hair was last time he spoke with her, could very well have been the same as it was now. "So, what'cha been up to?" The question was asked between bites of bacon, with him swinging his legs on each side of the stool since he wasn't able to sit still. Looked like an impatient child, most likely.
