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PLAYER INFORMATION-
Name/Nickname: Jami
AIM/E-mail/Contact: othermenialtasks
LJ: static_roses
Canon Character and Series: Canada/Matthew Williams/Axis Powers Hetalia
In-Game Name: Matthew Williams
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Position & Ship (first and second choice for position please): 4423 uh brb thinking
Appearance: Matt is pretty average as far as boys go and once you get a good look at him, looks quite a lot like Alfred in the face. So much so that it got him beat up a few times as a kid after being mistaken for him. Once you get to know him, his differences definitely start to stand out from his brother though.
Matt wears his hair longer than Alfred, it coming loosely below his ears with a long, unruly strand sticking right out of his head. He wears glasses like Alfred does, but has worn them a little longer than him. Matt also dresses pretty casually, though he does have an outfit ready for braving the wilderness and doing dangerous pirate things. Then he straps on the goggles, fur-lined coat and snow resistant boots.
Personality: Personality-wise it’s hard to believe he’s Alfred’s brother. Matt is close to being his polar opposite. He’s usually calm, with a much stronger sense of rational than the other. He shows an extreme amount of patience too, when dealing with Alfred in general and works well under pressure. He’s all about trying to keep peace and would much rather talk through a difficult situation than fight.
His relationship with his brother though, is interesting. At first the two are often seen arguing or yelling at each other. More often than not, Matt gets the brunt end of a lot of things when dealing with his brother. From situations like getting beaten up for misunderstandings to even being forgotten about a few times (Like when Arthur took him to Ivona), are good examples. Despite all that, Matt cares a great deal about him and would do just about anything he can for him. He crossed the badlands looking for to doof for crying out load. Though he claims it’s so he could kick his ass about leaving.
Matt is definitely not without his faults despite all this. Often times Matt finds himself getting ignored on serious topics with his inability to really speak up. He’s sometimes not quite confident in what he can do and when things get dire, he’s been known to lose his calm and explode. Matt also has a violent streak that he tries to suppress as much as possible. It takes a lot for him to get set off to such a point but, let’s just say he’s not afraid to set something on fire where it deserves.
Abilities/Weapons: Matt is a pretty good shot with a rifle. He has experience hunting and when it comes to roughing a wilderness, he damn well enjoys it. He’s able to keep his calm in most tough situations and rather than fight (Unless it’s Alfred) he’d try to find a peaceful resolution.
And thanks to the Bonnefoy family he knows how to cook pretty well and speak a second language. (French)
How well can your character hack?: He can't.
Weaknesses:: Matt’s only human. Fighting wise, while he does have decent physical strength, he isn’t anything superhuman. Matthew is also somewhat of a doormat. A lot of his objections he’ll keep to himself until they push him to the point of exploding.
Also, Matt owns a stuffed polar bear he calls “Kumajiro” which he’s had for as long as he can remember that he sleeps with every night. If anyone were to find this out or say …take it? He’d do whatever to get it back. It’s about the only thing he has from his early childhood.
History: Matthew is the quieter, slightly ignored twin brother of Alfred F. Jones. Why yes, there are in fact two of them. Scary, right?
Much like Alfred, Matthew doesn’t remember his parents or much of his early childhood. His first memories are of him and his brother playing in a Vohemaro street as children. Again like Alfred, a lot of even that is a blur to him.
The first clear thing that stands out is the day that Alfred disappeared. The two had snuck out of their poorly supervised orphanage. Alfred had promised to go with him into the nearby forest to explore. Matthew met him at the edge of the woods and waited.
Alfred never showed up.
He never came back to the orphanage either. Matt started to wander the streets in search of his missing brother but to no avail. He was just gone. Matt was alone.
Matt didn’t deal with this very easily, and continued to keep looking for him in the off chance that he was just somewhere he hadn’t thought of (He wasn’t very old, maybe five or six at the most). During one of these excursions Matt found the airship docks. Having never ventured this far out, especially not without his brother, Matt began to scour everything he could. He was scared, but, he was on a mission.
Matt eventually found himself faced with one of the ships. The others docked were shut off from entrance; this one still had the gankplank/walkway down. Matt stared up at it with a moment’s hesitation before scampering up. Alfred could have been up there!
In the next couple of minutes the walkway went up and the ship took off.
Luckily the ship was a private Yacht owned by the Bonnefoy family from Ivona; A family which was known for not only being slightly eccentric, but were high status and accomplished in the military. When they found Matt wondering around the ship they found him the cutest thing and just. Took him home.
Not without a bit of traveling though. They were on a yacht after all and after a few months of joy riding about the continent, Matt started to feel more in place with the Bonnefoy’s. They were a little weird, but they were nice and the doted upon him like he was a part of the family, especially their son, Francis, who looked after him like an older brother.
Eventually the Bonnefoy’s secured his adoption and as they finally made their way back to their home in Bellcius, Matt had almost forgotten that he’d been looking for his real brother.
Not that he had to look far now that he was in Bellcius. The Kirkland home, strangely enough, was right next door to the Bonnefoy’s. There was something about an eternal family rivalry.
It didn’t take long for Matthew to find Alfred again.
And so, despite living with two different families, the twins were together, and Matt felt as if everything had suddenly fallen into place. They both had big, shiny homes, loving families, and they had each other again. The next several years were some of the best Matt ever remembers having. (Despite anything trivial Alfred might have caused for Matt.)
Eventually, Alfred signed up for the military like his older brother Arthur and while Matt wasn’t surprised, he was still sad that he wouldn’t get to see him as often as he did. The Bonnefoy’s noticed the change in their son took him out on a hunting trip. It was a hunting trip that took several weeks out into the nearest uncharted forest full of wild animals and no contact with the rest of civilization whatsoever.
Matt had a ball. He learned how to use a gun, how to survive out in the wilderness and how to hunt fairly big game. After this, the Bonnefoy’s had a trip like this every so often to keep their son occupied.
All seemed to be going well again until Matt caught wind of Alfred defecting from the military and running off to Vohemar without a word to anyone. Matt was flabbergasted. What the hell was he thinking? Not long after Arthur had taken off as well, assigned on airships left and right.
So, Matt waited. Whatever it was, it’d sort itself out, right? Alfred had a short attention span, he’d eventually come back home, right?
He didn’t. And after getting no word from him whatsoever, Matt decided that was enough. That bastard was getting his ass kicked if he had to travel across the continent to do it. So with a newspaper showing Alfred on the 4423, Matt set off to go beat some sense into his brother.
SAMPLES-
Third Person (roleplay):
There we go, Matthew thought. Finally making it to the peak of the mountain he’d been trying to climb for the last few hours. He was about half way through the badlands and was hoping to run into a small village on the other side of the mountain. It was starting to get dark and he wanted to be on his way down before it got too late.
As much as he enjoyed trekking though miles of thick forest, going at night was a risk he didn’t want to take. The monsters always seemed to get much worse after the sun went down and Matt could only load his gun so fast.
It wouldn’t be long, though. Once he was back in civilization, he could pick up where the infamous 4423 was currently docked and be just days from kicking Alfred in the face with his snow proof boots.
The bastard had some nerve; leaving without giving him so much as a ‘see ya later!’ and then getting himself arrested for poisoning a town!? It’d been an amazing relief to know that they were set free but…
Reading that paper had to be one of the single most terrifying moments of his life and Matt was someone who boasted about monster hunting in untamed northern Ivona.
For that alone, Alfred was getting so much hell when he found hi-
What was that?
Matt snapped back to reality at the sound. Something was moving in the trees but he couldn’t place where. Just his luck. The blond began to slowly reach for the rifle strapped to his back, taking care to make as less sound as possible.
Rifle firmly in his hands he paused and listened. The forest had gone quiet; whatever was following him must have been good. Biting his lip, Matt ventured a few steps forward.
Suddenly another click sounded and Matt felt the ground suddenly collapse under him.
“AWAAH!!” Matt hit the ground hard and after a moment of rubbing his bottom, he realized he’d just fallen into a pit made for trapping monsters. Matt groaned and started looking for a way to somehow pull himself out.
First Person (journal):
Matthew’s Journal //Private [Translated from French]
That could have been smoother. I haven’t done that in I don’t know how long, I must have been really spaced out.
Of course it took three hours for someone to come by and notice their trap was full. I guess it could have been worse. A monster could have fallen in with me, right? Er, I don’t want to think about it.
I managed to make it to the village at the bottom of the mountain at least, the 4423 should be easier to get to now. As long as they don’t take off for some place like Boston, I should be able to handle it on foot.
I’m not looking forward to this “Being up in the air” thing at all
Name/Nickname: Jami
AIM/E-mail/Contact: othermenialtasks
LJ: static_roses
Canon Character and Series: Canada/Matthew Williams/Axis Powers Hetalia
In-Game Name: Matthew Williams
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Position & Ship (first and second choice for position please): 4423 uh brb thinking
Appearance: Matt is pretty average as far as boys go and once you get a good look at him, looks quite a lot like Alfred in the face. So much so that it got him beat up a few times as a kid after being mistaken for him. Once you get to know him, his differences definitely start to stand out from his brother though.
Matt wears his hair longer than Alfred, it coming loosely below his ears with a long, unruly strand sticking right out of his head. He wears glasses like Alfred does, but has worn them a little longer than him. Matt also dresses pretty casually, though he does have an outfit ready for braving the wilderness and doing dangerous pirate things. Then he straps on the goggles, fur-lined coat and snow resistant boots.
Personality: Personality-wise it’s hard to believe he’s Alfred’s brother. Matt is close to being his polar opposite. He’s usually calm, with a much stronger sense of rational than the other. He shows an extreme amount of patience too, when dealing with Alfred in general and works well under pressure. He’s all about trying to keep peace and would much rather talk through a difficult situation than fight.
His relationship with his brother though, is interesting. At first the two are often seen arguing or yelling at each other. More often than not, Matt gets the brunt end of a lot of things when dealing with his brother. From situations like getting beaten up for misunderstandings to even being forgotten about a few times (Like when Arthur took him to Ivona), are good examples. Despite all that, Matt cares a great deal about him and would do just about anything he can for him. He crossed the badlands looking for to doof for crying out load. Though he claims it’s so he could kick his ass about leaving.
Matt is definitely not without his faults despite all this. Often times Matt finds himself getting ignored on serious topics with his inability to really speak up. He’s sometimes not quite confident in what he can do and when things get dire, he’s been known to lose his calm and explode. Matt also has a violent streak that he tries to suppress as much as possible. It takes a lot for him to get set off to such a point but, let’s just say he’s not afraid to set something on fire where it deserves.
Abilities/Weapons: Matt is a pretty good shot with a rifle. He has experience hunting and when it comes to roughing a wilderness, he damn well enjoys it. He’s able to keep his calm in most tough situations and rather than fight (Unless it’s Alfred) he’d try to find a peaceful resolution.
And thanks to the Bonnefoy family he knows how to cook pretty well and speak a second language. (French)
How well can your character hack?: He can't.
Weaknesses:: Matt’s only human. Fighting wise, while he does have decent physical strength, he isn’t anything superhuman. Matthew is also somewhat of a doormat. A lot of his objections he’ll keep to himself until they push him to the point of exploding.
Also, Matt owns a stuffed polar bear he calls “Kumajiro” which he’s had for as long as he can remember that he sleeps with every night. If anyone were to find this out or say …take it? He’d do whatever to get it back. It’s about the only thing he has from his early childhood.
History: Matthew is the quieter, slightly ignored twin brother of Alfred F. Jones. Why yes, there are in fact two of them. Scary, right?
Much like Alfred, Matthew doesn’t remember his parents or much of his early childhood. His first memories are of him and his brother playing in a Vohemaro street as children. Again like Alfred, a lot of even that is a blur to him.
The first clear thing that stands out is the day that Alfred disappeared. The two had snuck out of their poorly supervised orphanage. Alfred had promised to go with him into the nearby forest to explore. Matthew met him at the edge of the woods and waited.
Alfred never showed up.
He never came back to the orphanage either. Matt started to wander the streets in search of his missing brother but to no avail. He was just gone. Matt was alone.
Matt didn’t deal with this very easily, and continued to keep looking for him in the off chance that he was just somewhere he hadn’t thought of (He wasn’t very old, maybe five or six at the most). During one of these excursions Matt found the airship docks. Having never ventured this far out, especially not without his brother, Matt began to scour everything he could. He was scared, but, he was on a mission.
Matt eventually found himself faced with one of the ships. The others docked were shut off from entrance; this one still had the gankplank/walkway down. Matt stared up at it with a moment’s hesitation before scampering up. Alfred could have been up there!
In the next couple of minutes the walkway went up and the ship took off.
Luckily the ship was a private Yacht owned by the Bonnefoy family from Ivona; A family which was known for not only being slightly eccentric, but were high status and accomplished in the military. When they found Matt wondering around the ship they found him the cutest thing and just. Took him home.
Not without a bit of traveling though. They were on a yacht after all and after a few months of joy riding about the continent, Matt started to feel more in place with the Bonnefoy’s. They were a little weird, but they were nice and the doted upon him like he was a part of the family, especially their son, Francis, who looked after him like an older brother.
Eventually the Bonnefoy’s secured his adoption and as they finally made their way back to their home in Bellcius, Matt had almost forgotten that he’d been looking for his real brother.
Not that he had to look far now that he was in Bellcius. The Kirkland home, strangely enough, was right next door to the Bonnefoy’s. There was something about an eternal family rivalry.
It didn’t take long for Matthew to find Alfred again.
And so, despite living with two different families, the twins were together, and Matt felt as if everything had suddenly fallen into place. They both had big, shiny homes, loving families, and they had each other again. The next several years were some of the best Matt ever remembers having. (Despite anything trivial Alfred might have caused for Matt.)
Eventually, Alfred signed up for the military like his older brother Arthur and while Matt wasn’t surprised, he was still sad that he wouldn’t get to see him as often as he did. The Bonnefoy’s noticed the change in their son took him out on a hunting trip. It was a hunting trip that took several weeks out into the nearest uncharted forest full of wild animals and no contact with the rest of civilization whatsoever.
Matt had a ball. He learned how to use a gun, how to survive out in the wilderness and how to hunt fairly big game. After this, the Bonnefoy’s had a trip like this every so often to keep their son occupied.
All seemed to be going well again until Matt caught wind of Alfred defecting from the military and running off to Vohemar without a word to anyone. Matt was flabbergasted. What the hell was he thinking? Not long after Arthur had taken off as well, assigned on airships left and right.
So, Matt waited. Whatever it was, it’d sort itself out, right? Alfred had a short attention span, he’d eventually come back home, right?
He didn’t. And after getting no word from him whatsoever, Matt decided that was enough. That bastard was getting his ass kicked if he had to travel across the continent to do it. So with a newspaper showing Alfred on the 4423, Matt set off to go beat some sense into his brother.
SAMPLES-
Third Person (roleplay):
There we go, Matthew thought. Finally making it to the peak of the mountain he’d been trying to climb for the last few hours. He was about half way through the badlands and was hoping to run into a small village on the other side of the mountain. It was starting to get dark and he wanted to be on his way down before it got too late.
As much as he enjoyed trekking though miles of thick forest, going at night was a risk he didn’t want to take. The monsters always seemed to get much worse after the sun went down and Matt could only load his gun so fast.
It wouldn’t be long, though. Once he was back in civilization, he could pick up where the infamous 4423 was currently docked and be just days from kicking Alfred in the face with his snow proof boots.
The bastard had some nerve; leaving without giving him so much as a ‘see ya later!’ and then getting himself arrested for poisoning a town!? It’d been an amazing relief to know that they were set free but…
Reading that paper had to be one of the single most terrifying moments of his life and Matt was someone who boasted about monster hunting in untamed northern Ivona.
For that alone, Alfred was getting so much hell when he found hi-
What was that?
Matt snapped back to reality at the sound. Something was moving in the trees but he couldn’t place where. Just his luck. The blond began to slowly reach for the rifle strapped to his back, taking care to make as less sound as possible.
Rifle firmly in his hands he paused and listened. The forest had gone quiet; whatever was following him must have been good. Biting his lip, Matt ventured a few steps forward.
Suddenly another click sounded and Matt felt the ground suddenly collapse under him.
“AWAAH!!” Matt hit the ground hard and after a moment of rubbing his bottom, he realized he’d just fallen into a pit made for trapping monsters. Matt groaned and started looking for a way to somehow pull himself out.
First Person (journal):
Matthew’s Journal //Private [Translated from French]
That could have been smoother. I haven’t done that in I don’t know how long, I must have been really spaced out.
Of course it took three hours for someone to come by and notice their trap was full. I guess it could have been worse. A monster could have fallen in with me, right? Er, I don’t want to think about it.
I managed to make it to the village at the bottom of the mountain at least, the 4423 should be easier to get to now. As long as they don’t take off for some place like Boston, I should be able to handle it on foot.
I’m not looking forward to this “Being up in the air” thing at all