Post by Matthew Williams on Sept 17, 2010 18:54:57 GMT -5
Character's Name: Matthew Williams
Character's Age: Physically 19 years of age.
Gender: Male.
Desired Faction: Wastelander. ("I'm a loner, Dotty. A rebel.")
Character Description:
Matthew is a young man with a face that seems eternally boyish. There is a vaguely feminine quality to his build that has always left him annoyed, lacking the more masculine edges of some other nations and probably why Matthew insists on wearing layers of clothes at all times to mask the fact.
His hair is gold-colored and a little wild, especially considering how long it has been since he has been able to cut it and there is a particularly wild curl sticking out of the front of his head. He is tall and thin, but underneath the layers of clothes that he wears is a body capable of physical strength when in a pinch. He wears eyeglasses to help improve his vision, though they are long overdue for a prescription modification from years of his eyesight evolving into a worse condition.
People often mistook him for his southern counterpart, America. Matthew did all that he could to make the variations more obvious. He would often stay in a slouch, trying to make himself look as small as possible to demonstrate how very much unlike the other nation he was. It sometimes worked.
Outfit/Weapons: When the final War came, Matthew had been wearing his old uniform from the First Great War in preparation of the inevitable fight. His tan winter jacket has several pockets where he keeps supplies stored. Two wide leather belts are crossed over the fabric of his coat that used to hold ammunition before he had run out during his time of surviving in the artic wilderness. Matthew’s pants are black and patched in places where he had worn out the knees while moving from place to place across the tundra of his northern territories. His heavy-duty leather boots haven’t been properly cleaned in years. The snow and arctic chill has frozen on the dirt and mud that is practically adhered to their surface now.
Matthew’s weapon of choice had originally been a rifle – though a shortage of bullets had caused him to abandon it years ago. Now he only keeps an old wood-chopping axe that is strapped to his back, since it is useful both in survival situations and in confrontations with hostile forces.
Personality: Matthew, as the nation of Canada, was always an introverted individual. While outwardly polite and unfailingly kind to everyone that he came across, he had been plagued with a near crippling shyness that made him underplay his achievements and successes – which eventually led to him becoming one of the most easily forgotten nations in existence.
His saving grace is that Matthew learned how to be alone, and could maintain himself easily without relying on the interactions of other nations to keep his sanity intact. This has come incredibly useful as a personality trait, given the situation of the world around him and the fact that everyone he once knew had been rendered asunder.
He is quiet by nature, unassuming and doesn’t expect much from anyone. Of course, this does not prevent him from occasionally being plagued with the issues of missing those who he had once considered family. While Matthew was always content to be overlooked, there is still an unavoidable longing in him to be accepted.
Strengths: Matthew is a skilled survivalist. He also has an uncanny ability to blend into his surroundings that almost borders on supernatural invisibility. Living out in the solitude of the tundra has hardened him enough that he has become self-sufficient.
Weaknesses: In a social situation, Matthew has a tendency to freeze up, almost crippled. This makes it difficult in a survival situation where other people are involved. His desire to help others also becomes a problem when he invests himself into situations that compromise his own safety.
History: Matthew had realized the situation with the world right as soon as the threat level went from Orange to Red. Being a neighbor to the two largest nuclear powers had kept him involved in the actions of America and Russia since the Cold War. As soon as he knew that war was unavoidable amongst the nations, he encouraged his citizens to head up to the high arctic region of his territory. Matthew had lingered down in the southern regions of his land long enough to keep tabs on the amassing levels of destruction before he also traveled up, disappearing into the tundra.
Having kept isolated from the rest of the world for so long, there have only recently been sightings of the Canadian as Matthew ventures down from time to time to see how much has been rebuilt. The people of his nation mainly settled in the eastern half of his nation, the French of Quebec and the English-speaking natives having a tentative peace as they try to reconstruct the infrastructure of Canada.
Matthew has made no efforts to contact the others. He has been waiting for someone to make contact with him, if just to see if he hadn’t been totally forgotten.
Additional Information: Matthew keeps the company of a new full-sized polar bear. It is nowhere near as cuddly as Kumijarou had been.
RP Sample:
It looked like a blizzard was coming. Matthew could practically taste the approaching snow on the tip of his tongue. He let his eyes stretch out past the mouth of the cave he currently was taking shelter in order to watch the passage of the dark gray clouds masking the sky overhead. There would be perhaps an hour or so left of light to see by. Judging by the low supply of wood that he had on hand within the cave, it would be necessary to venture out and get more logs if the fire needed to be maintained for more than a day’s time.
Matthew decided that he couldn’t remain idle. He pushed up to his feet and tromped to the mouth of the cave. The arctic air bit at him immediately, harshly biting at the flesh of his face where it was exposed, though Matthew could easily ignore it. His gloved hands pawed at his face to adjust his glasses as the Canadian tried to decide where the safest place would be to collect more wood for the fire. There had been large, unknown tracks in the region that he had stumbled across just yesterday: He did not want to risk encountering whatever had made them in the dark, nor did he want to catch its interest.
He strained his ears to listen closely to what the wilderness of his land told him about the immediate environment. There was certainly no sound of any large beasts roaming in the wooded areas around the cave. Matthew surmised that it would probably be safe. Probably. He stepped carefully down the rocky surface that ringed the cave. It was important to tread with caution to prevent the potential for stepping wrong on an icy surface. Considering the last time he’d managed to twist his ankle, Matthew wanted to avoid doing it again.
The Canadian heard the sound of his boots crunching over the fresh pack of fallen snow. He would need to cover his tracks on the way back to the cave to avoid anything with enough intelligence using it as a means to find him. The chance was high that said thing would not be friendly. Matthew tilted his head as he surveyed the trees around him, looking for one with an excess of branches that could be safely sacrificed. An aged oak that appeared to have some spots of rot in it was the one Matthew selected. He took the axe from its strap on his back and set to work.
As time passed, Matthew had managed to hack a few quality pieces of lumber from the branch that he’d chopped off. It would be more than enough to last him through the entirety of the impending blizzard. His body had broken out into a sweat from his exertions, though the Canadian quickly blotted at it with a handkerchief that he pulled out of a pocket in his jacket. When he was satisfied, Matthew crouched down and began to gather the wood into his arms. As he straightened, he heard a sound that sent a thrill of alarm up his spine.
Matthew let the wood clatter to his feet as he detected a low, inhuman growl from nearby. He quickly picked his axe up from where it still was embedded in the branch. The Canadian’s body shifted into a defensive crouch as he whirled around, a hand bracing him as he narrowed his eyes towards whatever the threat was that had come upon him.
OOC Info:
Name: Stream.
Age: 29 years of age.
Introduction: I live in Oregon, in the United States. I work full-time, though my schedule tends to be quite free due to the inhospitable weather. Years ago, I used to do a lot of role-playing, but got out of it thanks to becoming addicted to World of Warcraft. Now I have been trying to immerse myself in it again and am looking for active people to roleplay with on a regular basis. I also have spent some time writing on fanfiction.net under my penname, Streamingwords. I am very easygoing but also rather shy, so I may not be as bold with introducing myself to people. They should always expect to have to approach me first. It’s a quirk.
Skype, email, extra contact info: FlyCanadaFly – AIM. Easiest way to reach me.
Character's Age: Physically 19 years of age.
Gender: Male.
Desired Faction: Wastelander. ("I'm a loner, Dotty. A rebel.")
Character Description:
Matthew is a young man with a face that seems eternally boyish. There is a vaguely feminine quality to his build that has always left him annoyed, lacking the more masculine edges of some other nations and probably why Matthew insists on wearing layers of clothes at all times to mask the fact.
His hair is gold-colored and a little wild, especially considering how long it has been since he has been able to cut it and there is a particularly wild curl sticking out of the front of his head. He is tall and thin, but underneath the layers of clothes that he wears is a body capable of physical strength when in a pinch. He wears eyeglasses to help improve his vision, though they are long overdue for a prescription modification from years of his eyesight evolving into a worse condition.
People often mistook him for his southern counterpart, America. Matthew did all that he could to make the variations more obvious. He would often stay in a slouch, trying to make himself look as small as possible to demonstrate how very much unlike the other nation he was. It sometimes worked.
Outfit/Weapons: When the final War came, Matthew had been wearing his old uniform from the First Great War in preparation of the inevitable fight. His tan winter jacket has several pockets where he keeps supplies stored. Two wide leather belts are crossed over the fabric of his coat that used to hold ammunition before he had run out during his time of surviving in the artic wilderness. Matthew’s pants are black and patched in places where he had worn out the knees while moving from place to place across the tundra of his northern territories. His heavy-duty leather boots haven’t been properly cleaned in years. The snow and arctic chill has frozen on the dirt and mud that is practically adhered to their surface now.
Matthew’s weapon of choice had originally been a rifle – though a shortage of bullets had caused him to abandon it years ago. Now he only keeps an old wood-chopping axe that is strapped to his back, since it is useful both in survival situations and in confrontations with hostile forces.
Personality: Matthew, as the nation of Canada, was always an introverted individual. While outwardly polite and unfailingly kind to everyone that he came across, he had been plagued with a near crippling shyness that made him underplay his achievements and successes – which eventually led to him becoming one of the most easily forgotten nations in existence.
His saving grace is that Matthew learned how to be alone, and could maintain himself easily without relying on the interactions of other nations to keep his sanity intact. This has come incredibly useful as a personality trait, given the situation of the world around him and the fact that everyone he once knew had been rendered asunder.
He is quiet by nature, unassuming and doesn’t expect much from anyone. Of course, this does not prevent him from occasionally being plagued with the issues of missing those who he had once considered family. While Matthew was always content to be overlooked, there is still an unavoidable longing in him to be accepted.
Strengths: Matthew is a skilled survivalist. He also has an uncanny ability to blend into his surroundings that almost borders on supernatural invisibility. Living out in the solitude of the tundra has hardened him enough that he has become self-sufficient.
Weaknesses: In a social situation, Matthew has a tendency to freeze up, almost crippled. This makes it difficult in a survival situation where other people are involved. His desire to help others also becomes a problem when he invests himself into situations that compromise his own safety.
History: Matthew had realized the situation with the world right as soon as the threat level went from Orange to Red. Being a neighbor to the two largest nuclear powers had kept him involved in the actions of America and Russia since the Cold War. As soon as he knew that war was unavoidable amongst the nations, he encouraged his citizens to head up to the high arctic region of his territory. Matthew had lingered down in the southern regions of his land long enough to keep tabs on the amassing levels of destruction before he also traveled up, disappearing into the tundra.
Having kept isolated from the rest of the world for so long, there have only recently been sightings of the Canadian as Matthew ventures down from time to time to see how much has been rebuilt. The people of his nation mainly settled in the eastern half of his nation, the French of Quebec and the English-speaking natives having a tentative peace as they try to reconstruct the infrastructure of Canada.
Matthew has made no efforts to contact the others. He has been waiting for someone to make contact with him, if just to see if he hadn’t been totally forgotten.
Additional Information: Matthew keeps the company of a new full-sized polar bear. It is nowhere near as cuddly as Kumijarou had been.
RP Sample:
It looked like a blizzard was coming. Matthew could practically taste the approaching snow on the tip of his tongue. He let his eyes stretch out past the mouth of the cave he currently was taking shelter in order to watch the passage of the dark gray clouds masking the sky overhead. There would be perhaps an hour or so left of light to see by. Judging by the low supply of wood that he had on hand within the cave, it would be necessary to venture out and get more logs if the fire needed to be maintained for more than a day’s time.
Matthew decided that he couldn’t remain idle. He pushed up to his feet and tromped to the mouth of the cave. The arctic air bit at him immediately, harshly biting at the flesh of his face where it was exposed, though Matthew could easily ignore it. His gloved hands pawed at his face to adjust his glasses as the Canadian tried to decide where the safest place would be to collect more wood for the fire. There had been large, unknown tracks in the region that he had stumbled across just yesterday: He did not want to risk encountering whatever had made them in the dark, nor did he want to catch its interest.
He strained his ears to listen closely to what the wilderness of his land told him about the immediate environment. There was certainly no sound of any large beasts roaming in the wooded areas around the cave. Matthew surmised that it would probably be safe. Probably. He stepped carefully down the rocky surface that ringed the cave. It was important to tread with caution to prevent the potential for stepping wrong on an icy surface. Considering the last time he’d managed to twist his ankle, Matthew wanted to avoid doing it again.
The Canadian heard the sound of his boots crunching over the fresh pack of fallen snow. He would need to cover his tracks on the way back to the cave to avoid anything with enough intelligence using it as a means to find him. The chance was high that said thing would not be friendly. Matthew tilted his head as he surveyed the trees around him, looking for one with an excess of branches that could be safely sacrificed. An aged oak that appeared to have some spots of rot in it was the one Matthew selected. He took the axe from its strap on his back and set to work.
As time passed, Matthew had managed to hack a few quality pieces of lumber from the branch that he’d chopped off. It would be more than enough to last him through the entirety of the impending blizzard. His body had broken out into a sweat from his exertions, though the Canadian quickly blotted at it with a handkerchief that he pulled out of a pocket in his jacket. When he was satisfied, Matthew crouched down and began to gather the wood into his arms. As he straightened, he heard a sound that sent a thrill of alarm up his spine.
Matthew let the wood clatter to his feet as he detected a low, inhuman growl from nearby. He quickly picked his axe up from where it still was embedded in the branch. The Canadian’s body shifted into a defensive crouch as he whirled around, a hand bracing him as he narrowed his eyes towards whatever the threat was that had come upon him.
OOC Info:
Name: Stream.
Age: 29 years of age.
Introduction: I live in Oregon, in the United States. I work full-time, though my schedule tends to be quite free due to the inhospitable weather. Years ago, I used to do a lot of role-playing, but got out of it thanks to becoming addicted to World of Warcraft. Now I have been trying to immerse myself in it again and am looking for active people to roleplay with on a regular basis. I also have spent some time writing on fanfiction.net under my penname, Streamingwords. I am very easygoing but also rather shy, so I may not be as bold with introducing myself to people. They should always expect to have to approach me first. It’s a quirk.
Skype, email, extra contact info: FlyCanadaFly – AIM. Easiest way to reach me.
