Post by Matthew Williams on Nov 17, 2009 3:23:17 GMT -5
~Come Tell Us About Yourself~
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About the Roleplayer
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About the Roleplayer
Nickname:
Zanney
RP Experience:
I guess you could call it intermediate. I'm a writer but I'm also lazy. XD Been RPing since 8th grade and I'm 21 now. You can do the math.
About the Character
Name:
Matthew Williams
Age:
His kind... doesn't really have an age.
He looks around 16 years old though.
Series:
Hetalia: Axis Powers
Personality:
Matthew's an easy-going guy who would usually rather speak when spoken to. He does have plenty of good ideas, though. Not that anybody would care to listen. Because of this, Matthew tends to be a bit shy. He's also extremely awkward around women, mostly because he himself is something of an awkward person. Another side of Matt, that's rarely seen outside of his family, is when he's passive-agressive and sarcastic. Other than that, Matthew is bilingual in French and English, is obsessed with hockey (to the point of maybe insanity) and tends to shout things like, "MAPLE!" and "HOLY TIM HORTON'S!" when surprised. He also carries around a stuffed polar bear that seems to magically come to life when nobody's around (or so they say). The bear, Kimajirou, can never quite remember who his master is, either...
History:
Matthew Williams is the anthropomorphic representation of the country Canada, so something of that nature is rather... odd, isn't it? He's quiet anyway, so he doesn't particularly stand out. Nevertheless, he has to keep his true identity a secret from the entire student body if he wishes to remain at the academy. His reasons for attending? Also a mystery. Or you might even be able to say it's a military secret.
Matthew was raised by a man named Francis Bonneyfoy, also known as France, from a young age. Because he is a Nation he doesn't really have a mother, although he likes to think the wilderness he was born from is something like his parent. He has a brother named Alfred F. Jones, also known as America, who has overshadowed him since they were young children. They've gotten into some terrible fights before, but Alfred somehow tends to turn up just in the nick of time to rescue his baby brother every now and then.
Role:
Third Year Student
Weaknesses:
You might be able to call the excessive amount of maple syrup that Matthew pours over his food a weakness.... Other than that, he's not a very big fan of being lonely, even though he tends to be alone often. The only other weakness he has is his ability to become transparent. It's gotten him into some tight situations before, such as Ivan sitting on him for an entire G8 summit meeting.
Strengths:
Although Matthew looks fragile for a boy of 16 he is quite athletic. He enjoys outdoor activities, like camping, hiking and hockey. Especially hockey. His other strengths include passive-agressiveness and his bilingualism. He speaks both English and French fluently.
Weapons/Magic:
Hockey stick.
How did you come to be at the academy?:
As for what possessed Matthew to attend high school? He had decided that since he was a Nation, he had never really experienced anything like it before and the idea of attending a school like Chocolat Academy was intriguing. Mainly he showed up out of curiosity, and has attended ever since.
Custom Title:
Canada da yo!
RP Sample:
[This is from a board I made a while back in which the Hetalia characters were involved in a post-apocalyptic zombie attack loosely based on the movie Zombieland.]
Matthew pushed his goggles up onto his head and squinted past the cracked lenses of his glasses and through the scope lens on his rifle out across the frozen surface of Lake Michigan on the US side. He'd been following a lone caribou doe for two and a half hours as she dragged herself, wounded and exhausted, across the snow-covered plains to where she now flopped over toward a snowdrift on the edge of the lake. He pulled back a switch on the side of the rifle and a small red dot appeared on the doe's shoulder. A silent prayer was spoken in Matt's head and he pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The sound of the gunshot wasn't nearly as haunting as the dull thud the doe made as she fell, dead. Nor was it and unnerving as the silence that followed. Matt scrambled to his feet and dragged the rifle with him across the ice as carefully as he could without slipping. He needed to get the carcass before the wolves... or the other predators in the area got to his first.
When he came to the doe her blood had already frozen and she was somewhat preserved. The cold worked quickly here in the northern parts of Alfred's place, Matt noted to himself. He knelt down in the snow and pulled a pocket knife from his boot. Slicing open her belly, he muttered bitterly, "Somehow I'm always reminded of Bambi when I go hunting these days..."
Password: eaten by a polar bear