Post by williams on Aug 27, 2010 13:17:18 GMT -5
Character Name: Matthieu Williams
Country: Canada
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Gender: Male
Personality:
Matthieu is primarily a shy kid despite his large build and tends to be sensitive to things. He's very conscious in his words and speech, and tends not to voice his opinion, though he has many thoughts on things. And because there's always something to cut him off. Or laugh at his accent.
Matthieu has been mature even from a younger age, being that one guy in the house that everyone may not know, but suspecting he's a reliable guy. He is good-natured and is a negotiator, rather working things out between people instead of having them fight; he hates it when people fight. He's a pacifist and would rather walk away from a troublesome situation rather than duke it out -- that is, unless you catch him on hockey night.
Another line of defense is his passive-aggressive attitude, a nasty trait that may surface when Alfred gets him in trouble once more... His quick tongue with his backhanded compliments can get one down.
At times he can be forgetful and not remember to care for his familiar, a polar bear named Kumajirou. In which he also cannot remember the name for. After his first year, the animal grew weary of his master's irresponsibility for anything other than schoolwork and settled himself amoung the creatures of the Forbidden Forest. Matthieu will visit there to check up on the familiar in his free time, and from both of their inability to remember each other's name they are still close. Though Kumajiro is now an entire metre taller than him when standing upright.
Background:
In the lovely city of Quebec, Matthieu was born and raised to a quiet, worrisome family (in which he reflected, especially in his first year of Hogwarts. Thankfully, as the years passed he had developed somewhat of a voice), taught to be aware of magic and the wonders it had to offer, using it only for special circumstances -- tinkering with magic could be as hazardous as a fistfight. His parents are overprotective of him (especially once when he was young and got lost in the woods -- there he found Kumajirou) and tend to shower him with love and shelter him until he was sick to his stomach. He learned to be a good kid from this, but the school had him develop character.
While growing up he had to idea of the dark wizards threatening the world until he was at the school, and since then his parents have been feeling guilty from not explaining much to him. But as he grew older and wiser his first year, he could feel he was changing from a shy, ignorant child to a blossoming star student. It was a fantastic first year, indeed. From the start he knew he wanted to continue his magical education at Hogwarts.
Then Alfred F. Jones came.
At first Matthieu had wanted to show the cute first year around and be a mentor to him, but Jones was too much for himself to handle. He began to get into trouble for Alfred's faults and was pushed around by him (unintentional on Alfred's part, Matt understood that). Though they had shared a strong connection and got along, nearly like brothers. And like brothers, Alfred would get on his nerves. But every time he had grown the courage to ask him politely to cut the crap, there was something that interrupted. Years passed and the American had grown more responsible, as did he. Not while Matthieu still suffered some of the irresponsible quirks Alfred has, it was much more subdued, and for his last year he would chill with his North American homie.
RP Sample:[b/]
A bob of blonde hair peeked behind the door, a weak voice greeting with a questioning "Hello?" He had been called into the Headmaster's office once more and the pit in his stomach was telling him it was not for something good. The old wizard had not seemed to notice his presence yet, and sat in his office, feet on the desk and slipping through a dirty magazine. Matt rapped on the door, finally gaining the man's attention, greeting the kid in with a large grin and waved a hand. A stool met the teen from behind, sweeping him off his feet with a small yelp and bringing him near the desk.
"Now, I'm going to make this shirt, I'm a very busy man..." Headmaster Caesar began, his fingers lacing together as he studied the Canadian settling down in his seat. At the mention of his business he turned to the closet, smiling to himself thinking of all the scantily-clad women inside, then back to his student. "Mister Jones, do you find it humorous to put stick bombs in Greenhouse III?"
Matthieu pursed a lip at the news. Oh, what did Alfred do now?! He thought by now the Headmaster would have told the difference between the two now, being in the school for a full six years now, but leaning forward in his seat, Matt decided he would have to explain to him again. "Um.. I'm sorry, Caesar," he began, his delivery weak and indecisive, contradictory for one in the most courageous house of Hogwarts. "But you have the wrong person. I'm Matthieu Willi--"
"Don't try pulling that again, I think I could tell the difference between the two of you just fine!"
A frown. He had to push his defense harder, though he did not want to argue with the Headmaster. His voice raised, now just below regular speaking level. "I haven't a clue what Alfred has been doing, but I assure that I --"
"Mmm," the other rubbed his beard, deep in thought. "Fifty points from Gryffindor for lying, and another 50 or the stink bombs. Detention would be held each week tending to the plants in the Greenhouse." A smile, then a dismissive hand wave. He loved being in charge. "Goodbye~"
Shoulders drooped, Matt gave a sigh and dragged himself out. Today was not his day. He wouldn't know how he would be able to serve out detention with all those essays to write, even if he was exempt from two class periods. This year's teachers were horrid at prepping his year for NEWTs, so this detention would have to take up his study time at the library.
As the discouraged Canadian walked out, a punch jabbed at him from the side, and by the time he turned to see an obnoxious smiling face at his own, he felt an arm slink around him. "Thanks, bro!" Alfred greeted with his usual enthusiasm.
Matt slumped more as he walked with him. "...no problem, Al." Fuck my life.
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Country: Canada
Age: 17
House: Gryffindor
Gender: Male
Personality:
Matthieu is primarily a shy kid despite his large build and tends to be sensitive to things. He's very conscious in his words and speech, and tends not to voice his opinion, though he has many thoughts on things. And because there's always something to cut him off. Or laugh at his accent.
Matthieu has been mature even from a younger age, being that one guy in the house that everyone may not know, but suspecting he's a reliable guy. He is good-natured and is a negotiator, rather working things out between people instead of having them fight; he hates it when people fight. He's a pacifist and would rather walk away from a troublesome situation rather than duke it out -- that is, unless you catch him on hockey night.
Another line of defense is his passive-aggressive attitude, a nasty trait that may surface when Alfred gets him in trouble once more... His quick tongue with his backhanded compliments can get one down.
At times he can be forgetful and not remember to care for his familiar, a polar bear named Kumajirou. In which he also cannot remember the name for. After his first year, the animal grew weary of his master's irresponsibility for anything other than schoolwork and settled himself amoung the creatures of the Forbidden Forest. Matthieu will visit there to check up on the familiar in his free time, and from both of their inability to remember each other's name they are still close. Though Kumajiro is now an entire metre taller than him when standing upright.
Background:
In the lovely city of Quebec, Matthieu was born and raised to a quiet, worrisome family (in which he reflected, especially in his first year of Hogwarts. Thankfully, as the years passed he had developed somewhat of a voice), taught to be aware of magic and the wonders it had to offer, using it only for special circumstances -- tinkering with magic could be as hazardous as a fistfight. His parents are overprotective of him (especially once when he was young and got lost in the woods -- there he found Kumajirou) and tend to shower him with love and shelter him until he was sick to his stomach. He learned to be a good kid from this, but the school had him develop character.
While growing up he had to idea of the dark wizards threatening the world until he was at the school, and since then his parents have been feeling guilty from not explaining much to him. But as he grew older and wiser his first year, he could feel he was changing from a shy, ignorant child to a blossoming star student. It was a fantastic first year, indeed. From the start he knew he wanted to continue his magical education at Hogwarts.
Then Alfred F. Jones came.
At first Matthieu had wanted to show the cute first year around and be a mentor to him, but Jones was too much for himself to handle. He began to get into trouble for Alfred's faults and was pushed around by him (unintentional on Alfred's part, Matt understood that). Though they had shared a strong connection and got along, nearly like brothers. And like brothers, Alfred would get on his nerves. But every time he had grown the courage to ask him politely to cut the crap, there was something that interrupted. Years passed and the American had grown more responsible, as did he. Not while Matthieu still suffered some of the irresponsible quirks Alfred has, it was much more subdued, and for his last year he would chill with his North American homie.
RP Sample:[b/]
A bob of blonde hair peeked behind the door, a weak voice greeting with a questioning "Hello?" He had been called into the Headmaster's office once more and the pit in his stomach was telling him it was not for something good. The old wizard had not seemed to notice his presence yet, and sat in his office, feet on the desk and slipping through a dirty magazine. Matt rapped on the door, finally gaining the man's attention, greeting the kid in with a large grin and waved a hand. A stool met the teen from behind, sweeping him off his feet with a small yelp and bringing him near the desk.
"Now, I'm going to make this shirt, I'm a very busy man..." Headmaster Caesar began, his fingers lacing together as he studied the Canadian settling down in his seat. At the mention of his business he turned to the closet, smiling to himself thinking of all the scantily-clad women inside, then back to his student. "Mister Jones, do you find it humorous to put stick bombs in Greenhouse III?"
Matthieu pursed a lip at the news. Oh, what did Alfred do now?! He thought by now the Headmaster would have told the difference between the two now, being in the school for a full six years now, but leaning forward in his seat, Matt decided he would have to explain to him again. "Um.. I'm sorry, Caesar," he began, his delivery weak and indecisive, contradictory for one in the most courageous house of Hogwarts. "But you have the wrong person. I'm Matthieu Willi--"
"Don't try pulling that again, I think I could tell the difference between the two of you just fine!"
A frown. He had to push his defense harder, though he did not want to argue with the Headmaster. His voice raised, now just below regular speaking level. "I haven't a clue what Alfred has been doing, but I assure that I --"
"Mmm," the other rubbed his beard, deep in thought. "Fifty points from Gryffindor for lying, and another 50 or the stink bombs. Detention would be held each week tending to the plants in the Greenhouse." A smile, then a dismissive hand wave. He loved being in charge. "Goodbye~"
Shoulders drooped, Matt gave a sigh and dragged himself out. Today was not his day. He wouldn't know how he would be able to serve out detention with all those essays to write, even if he was exempt from two class periods. This year's teachers were horrid at prepping his year for NEWTs, so this detention would have to take up his study time at the library.
As the discouraged Canadian walked out, a punch jabbed at him from the side, and by the time he turned to see an obnoxious smiling face at his own, he felt an arm slink around him. "Thanks, bro!" Alfred greeted with his usual enthusiasm.
Matt slumped more as he walked with him. "...no problem, Al." Fuck my life.
[ Crappy rp sample is crappy. ]