Matthew Fletcher
Feb 26, 2011 6:51:29 GMT -5
Post by Matthew Fletcher on Feb 26, 2011 6:51:29 GMT -5
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The Basics
Name: Matthew Emilio Fletcher
Nicknames: Matt
Age: 18
Orientation: Bisexual
Desired Rank/Job: Student
Powers:Gravity Control – characterized by the mental ability to increase and decrease the pull of gravity on any given object. Another explanation, for those who prefer the "graviton", is that the ability increases and decreases the number of gravitons effecting a body of mass. In Matt’s case, this holds true, but only within a 12 yard radius of himself with his powers manifesting more potently through physical contact, and weakening closer to the fringes of his area of effect. Side-effects of using his powers over prolonged periods are usually severe headaches and muscle weakness/soreness. Furthermore, he avoids using his powers on himself as microgravity environments, much like those in outer space, speed up bone deterioration, cause muscles to atrophy (loss of muscle mass), and blood pressure problems, which can take months at a time to recover from. This too is, of course, under the condition that he frequently uses his powers on himself, and for extended periods of time. Through mediation and exercise, these potentially debilitating problems are curbed.
Play By: Penn Badgley
The Details
Hair Color: Dark brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Any Piercings? no
Any Tattoos? black ‘t’ tetris box (inner left wrist); “1300 hrs [08-23-2004]” (inner right wrist)
Any Scars? Scar on left leg from broken tibia
General Appearance:Matt is a fair skinned, Caucasian male standing in at 5’10, and weighing some 150 pounds. He has something of a swimmers build – more lanky thank bulky, but not without a moderate amount of muscle from his frequent outdoor activities, not to mention what is required of his body to allow him to use his powers. The physical demands of his ability require him to stay in good health, and so his body has little actual body fat.
In terms of personal style, he prefers to keep his thick, naturally curly brown hair cut close to his head, though sometimes he will let it grow for the sake of trying something new. He does the same with his facial hair, though he has yet to actually go so far as to don a full grown beard. Stubble is the more preferred option (though its possible this is his only option; he is, after all, only 17).
His sense of fashion is stuck somewhere between sporty and semi-formal. He has a proclivity for graphic teas and lots of colors, red being his favorite. He also enjoys silly patterns, often wearing outrageously colored argyle socks, or even going so far as to sport childish patterns and colors on his underwear. His sense of style is fun and flexible, with the option of switching into a more sophisticated look when the situation calls for it (though that isn’t very often).
Personality:If Matt were forced to describe himself, he would likely only be able to say he is “average”. On the contrary, he is in a school catering to individuals with phenomenal powers, and yet he denies the notion that he is anymore spectacular than even your regular high school teen. As such, Matt can be seen as quite humble. He dons the image of a confident, charismatic person, usually brimming with energy and a love for the “beauty of life”, and he enjoys being the center of attention, but more often than not he is content fading into the background as he is prone to being embarassed.
Matt is slightly prideful (contrary to the air of humility he exudes), though this has not effected his ability to be friendly and cordial. He is also kind, offering his help to even strangers when he can, and he is quick to stick up for friends or people he thinks need his help -- he admittedly has something of a hero complex. Though kind, he is wrathful when his anger is sparked, making him overly cruel on a few occasions. His cruelty can come in the form of brutal honesty, biting sarcasm, and even physical violence if the circumstances call for it (justified or otherwise), though he tries not to get into confrontations with people, especially in a school full of super powered students who could light him on fire if he stepped to far out of line (despite being able to defend himself). This is important to note, because as of recently, he has begun adopting a more pacifistic way of behaving himself in hopes of avoiding conflict. Thus far, it has worked. One attracts more bees with honey than with vinegar.
Switching gears, Matt has, surprising, a slight addiction to junk food. His body and the requirements to maintain it and his health would imply that he has (or has to) cut out unhealthy eating habits from his routine, otherwise his efforts to stay healthy and use his powers effectively is lost. Truth be told, every time he prepares to bite into a deliciously fattening burger, or chug down a Super sized Slurpee, he pauses for a moment knowing he probably shouldn’t eat or drink it. He does so anyways, against his better judgment, but he always seems to work it off during his vigorous workouts. There is something wrong with his logic, but attempts to point this out to him usually result in that aforementioned “biting sarcasm”.
He is also a very talented 'pop culture commentator', usually finding some pop-culture parallel to events and moments in his life, which his friends, many of which weren't raised in a culturally heavy household like him, find obscure and hard to follow. Needless to say, its one of many quirks that set him apart from others, and yet, staying true to his attempts at humility, are just average comments that any person could or would make...in Matt's opinion.
The death of Matt's father, tragic as it was, has become easier to talk about as he has matured, and at this point he can finally say he has moved on. He no longer harbors hate for the man who killed his father, and yet he has not forgiven him. Furthermore, while he isn't against alcohol (he likes it himself, actually), but he abhors drunk driving, or driving under the influence. He doesn't doubt that he would drop any one of his friends if they did something that stupid, and he gets particularly angry at even the suggestion of driving drunk.
Your Vices
Likes:
- Music
- Movies
- Running
- Photography
- Skateboards
- the color red
- Rasberry tea
- Video games
- In & Out Burgers
- Ray Ban sunglasses
- Hanging with friends
- Pop-culture references
- Montages and mix-tapes
- Strawberry frapps from Starbucks
Dislikes:
- Losing
- Dirty feet
- Disloyalty
- Asparagus
- Dishonesty
- Coffee Bean
- Drunk driving
- Conceited people
- Being looked down on
- Bad scripts made into movies
- The sound of sand paper on anything
Strengths:Academically, Matt is skilled in English, History, and the Sciences. He is also skilled in the arts, primarily with Photography and painting. In terms of his powers, he has shown to be quite impressive, gaining considerable mastery, though now he focuses on actually increasing his area of influence and reducing the frequency of the headaches.
He is also physically capable as he exercises regularly, building up his strength and endurance, making him physically and mentally durable.
In terms of social skills, he is good at reading people, and he has always been able to connect with a wide array of personality types.
Weaknesses:Matthew falls considerably short when it comes to math. In Science, he struggles with the mathematical portion, and he has never had an easy time in any math class. Furthermore, his work ethic is not impressive -- bright as he may be, he is lazy when it comes to school work and actually accomplishing tasks. He has a one track mind, and he has difficulty seeing the error in his ways.
Fears:
Death and rejection. They are his only true fears.
Secret:
He still sleeps with stuffed animals.
Family Ties
Father: Richard Fletcher
Mother: Dorian Spencer
Siblings: ---
Any Other Important People:
- Bandit [Pomeranian]
- Shasta [Toy Pomeranian]
History
Richard Fletcher and Dorian Spencer were a couple living out their days remembering the golden days of the late sixties and early seventies; flower children reminiscing about a movement they were too young to fully appreciate; going over memories of a summer music festival housing The Who, Joe Cocker, and Jimi Hendrix that they didn't attend in the first place. They were among a generation left behind by the real flower children, and yet that didn't seem to stop them from marrying in India, and subsequently raising Matt in San Francisco.
Of course, he was conceived months before the wedding, and they risked him being an English citizen by giving birth to him in Manchester on their extended, around the world marriage and honeymoon. However, they made it back to the states just in time to give birth to a healthy 7 pound baby boy who, his parents claim, came out of the womb with rays of sun and a choir singing over the hospital P.A. system.
Needless to say, he didn't come from the room like the second coming, and his powers wouldn't even manifest until almost a decade later. But before that, he lived a normal life, or as close to normal as he could get with his parents who lived and breathed art, culture, and marijuana. However, to their chagrin, they had settled down just a little to actually raise their son. His childhood, thanks to his parents, was a happy one, accentuated by a montage of 60 and 70's British Invasion music, 70's glam rock, and like The Wonder Years, opened with every rise of the sun by Joe Cocker's "With a Little Help From My Friends" cover (though, at this point, his life is a story told by Stars, MGMT, and other alternative sensations).
Matt's life was an endless sea of sun and love; neither he nor his parents thought it could ever end. This naive sentiment was expected of a child his age, yet not even his parents saw the next event coming -- certainly not his father. Richard Spencer, on his way home from Jamoke, the name of the small time, though successful, coffee shop opened up to sustain the family (born from Dorian's dream to actually run a small, warm establishment for the "enlightened"), was driving, crossing a green light, when a drunk driver crossed at the same time, running his red light. Richard was struck on the drivers side. When Matt was 9, his endless blue skies and perpetual rays of sun were suddenly lost behind a blanketing dark cloud: the death of his father.
The mourning process began, and Matt responded angrily. He lashed out at children at school and teachers; he lashed out at his mother as well. His mother entered a state of depression, and yet she suddenly hated alcohol and all other drugs, leaving her without the more readily available coping mechanisms. She ultimately healed faster than Matt, which she explains as necessary to save Matt from the dark road he was heading down. He'd become violent and constantly angry, and so to curb this, she picked up the slack and forced herself into functioning. She hired more help at Jamoke and became the sole manager of the shop; a single, working mother. She started taking Matt to counseling -- he posits that it wasn't helpful; it was his mother making such an effort to get their lives back on track that helped him.
Regardless of what it was that helped them, both Matt and his mother came out of the event stronger people, and when Matt hit puberty (11 years old), his mother couldn't have been happier. It was Richard shining down on them both.
The day was Friday, August 20th, 2004 -- 3 days after his 11th birthday and the day his powers first manifested (remembered by the tattoo on his wrist).
Matt's control over gravity manifested uncontrollably; a reflexive reaction to anger and surprise. When surprised, he would lose his attraction to the earth and begin to float until another emotion outweighed his surprise; he saw this on the playground, when he was sstartled on a jungle gym playing a game of tag. He was forced to hang onto a pair of monkey bars for dear life. When angry, things became weighed down around him, sometimes, in more violent fits of rage, to crushing levels until he calmed down. Before The Hammel Institue could get hold of him, Matt accidentally broke a 2 and a half inch oak desk in half out of rage (apparently it wasn't okay to push someone for spilling all his school utensils onto the floor). Matt was surprisingly thrilled by it all -- he thought he could fly and had super strength; all he needed now was the ice breath and heat vision.
His powers were undoubtedly a problem for his mother to handle alone, though she considered it a blessing that he had them. Over the course of the next three days, she kept him at home and out of trouble while she thought of what to do. She was at a loss. She was undoubtedly relieved when Hammel faculty arrived on the evening of August 24th, and told her that there were others like him, and they had facilities to help him. She was hesitant at first, but they assured her that they weren't a government organization taking super powered children, and training them to be unstoppable weapons for U.S. Armed Forces; they weren't apart of a secret government conspiracy, and she wouldn't coincidentally die in a car accident tomorrow. Needless to say, after assuring Matt that she would visit him regularly, and they would talk on the phone as often as reasonably possible, Matt went off to Hammel.
Since then Matt has been at The Hammel Institue, living contently among students like him, and getting a handle on his abilities. Despite living on campus at a school with a cavalcade of hormonal teenagers with super powers, his life has been relatively calm, assuming you don't count the time he almost went into orbit on his first year there (an exaggeration, of course; he didn't go much higher than 10 feet off the ground), or the time he dropped his bed through his floor and two floors down in his second year, [b]or[/b] when he lifted all the water out of the school pool in his third year and then dropped it (unfortunately, in that incident, other students were involved, and the subsequent "drop" had a splash effect) . If you ignore all the accidental and trouble making uses of his powers, and those frequent moments where other people's powers are used on him, then his life has been that of your typical teenager living at a boarding school. He loves his life so much, he's actually considering going for a job at Hammel while working on a degree in a Physics field (and photography on the side). Yet, before that, he's squeezing out every ounce of fun and carefree living as he can, and living one day at a time.
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Chuck Mangione's "[i]Feels So Good[/i]" faded into silence as Matt's seemingly endless playlist continued to go randomly through the ocean of songs on his Zune. Yes, a Zune; because Zune's catered to people with real taste in music... okay, that was a lie. He had a Zune for other reasons than it played better -- it was just as offbeat from typical MP3's as he was willing to get. It was also because...well, Matt never had an Ipod before, and his first MP3 was a Zune -- as such, he would be an eternally loyal customer and user of Zune products. Matt was admittedly this way about a lot of things: he wouldn't drink Pepsi if he could avoid it because he was a child of the Coca-Cola Classic; he wouldn't dare use a Mac because he was a dedicated Windows PC man; don't you dare suggest shopping at Abercrombie & Fitch because Matt was a American Eagle man (even if A&F's colognes were nicer). Yes, he had some strange mannerisms despite futile attempts to come off as mundane.
The sun was shining through the window of his dorm, radiating onto the white papers scattered on his desk. The white of the papers caused the light to reflect onto the ceiling and around the orange walls of the orange, brown, and light blue decorated room ([b]note:[/b] I don't know what the dorms look like, so I'm just improvising and picking colors I like). It was a relaxing image. Matt was doing his laundry, finding that he'd had too much difficulty trying to find a decent shirt the day before. He was putting clean shirts into drawers, folding others, and hanging some on hangers. Kaskade's "[i]It's You It's Me[/i]" began fading in with the subtle sounds of the hook sliding in behind the bass. Chuck Mangione was more calm, and not that easy to dance to, so Matt had nothing to worry about. However, Kaskade was another story. He felt compelled to shake what his father gave him (because his mother was a horrible dancer). His roommates were out, the room was empty, and he could hear them if they came in through the door...[i]why the hell not[/i]?
His feet began to shuffle, moving him side to side in time with the music, the keys on the back loop of his beige cargo shorts magically jingling on the right tempo. His head began to bob, shoulders, bare from the lack of sleeves on his black and white striped tank-top, swaying and leading him deeper into [i]the groove[/i]. The sensual female whose vocals were featured on the track began to sing, and Matt was quick to begin just as she had, regardless of if he could sing or not (though, with the volume up loud enough to drown him out, he could belt just as well as Whitney Houston if he wanted to). With no one around, Matt had no qualms about looking like a complete idiot. He dropped a shirt into a drawer, and began making some kind of winding motion with his body. His room had, in the span of just a minute, become a private club to which only he was invited.
His hands came to his face, arms twisting, wrists bending and turning, lips puckered as he began to [i]frame his face[/i] to the beat. Before long, he was doing some odd combination of the robot and voguing. Yes, it was likely for the best that no one catch him doing this -- he'd never live it down. He'd be forever known as the guy who vogues in his room by himself, which was two parts silly, and another part pathetic. Matt could probably live with the silly part, but the thought of just being out there to be mocked was... there was a difference between proudly showing off his pair of frog colored socks and getting a kick out of the reactions he got, and pulling them back and forth between his legs to techno/electro/house montages. The latter was just -damn- shameful.
Like some strange music video, which coincided with his idea that his life was some movie with one hell of an extensive soundtrack, it all began with the fading in of an exciting beat, and the building energy of a guy doing something as calm as the previous song before cutting loose, and giving into his desire to [i]just dance[/i]. Kaskade was reaching its end, and appropriately, Matt began to calm, pulling the socks he had been dragging under his crotch out in front of him, and with the finishing, techno-symbols, he folded the socks properly, and threw them into the corresponding drawer.
[i]Fin.[/i]
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