Matthew Williams

Name: Matthew Williams
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Hometown: Quebec City, Canada

Personality: Matthew is a very shy boy. He's gentle and sweet, and hates getting into fights. He's quite overlooked most of the time, but he's grown to be used to it. Despite this, he's not accepting of the fact that people see right through him. He takes every opportunity he can to be seen, to prove himself to his brother and colleagues.

Matthew, though a very kind and sweet boy, is very serious when it comes to arguments. Though many people see him as weak because of his rather pathetic pacifistic manner, he will fight for the ones he cares about until there is no breath left in his Canadian lungs. He cares about his friends deeply, and will sacrifice anything to protect the ones he loves.

Matthew is very passionate about a few things: sports and pancakes. His pancakes are the best. He knows it--of course, he doesn't flaunt it, but it's just true--and loves to cook them for whoever wants. He's very proud of his food, but he's even more proud of his hockey. Matt is a beast on the ice, and loves to play against other people.

Appearance: Matthew, first of all, is only semi-visible to most people. If anyone does notice him, they tend to forget about him within moments. Under the rare circumstance that someone who meets Matthew actually remembers what he looks like, they will recall a soft-faced boy with wavy golden locks that cascade almost to his shoulders. He has a single unruly strand of hair hanging over his forehead. He is taller than average young men his age, being six feet tall. The additional inch his hair adds is debated to be part of his height, as well.

Matthew is not a rugged man, but he gets along in a slender body with growing muscles. He spends a lot of time outside, but somehow manages to retain eerily pale skin. His eyes are a shocking shade of violet. His face, despite the boyish innocence and softness, has a distinct masculinity to it.

Occupation: Waiter
Experience: Matthew worked in a small coffeeshop as a waiter back in Canada, but hasn't had any other experience in waiting tables.
Reason for joining: Matthew would really like to be a chef one day. However, he knows that to get to the top, you have to start from the bottom.

History: Matthew grew up in Quebec, Canada. Throughout his childhood, he was rarely paid any attention. He had only two people who really remembered his name, and neither were ones he could truly call "friends." Unable to take solace in social contact, Matthew turned to his academics in order to escape the harsh reality that he was a nobody.

He excelled in scholastics, and was offered a scholarship to New York University. There, he majors in Business and studies Food Preparation as well. He wants to be a chef very badly; he loves to cook and come up with new creations. Unfortunately, he's only ever been able to cook for himself. One of Matthew's greatest ambitions is to open a restaurant of his own. He hopes to someday achieve that.

Matthew applied to work at the café to earn money and experience in order to carry out his restaurant plan for the future.

RP sample:
The world used to be beautiful to Matthew Williams. It used to be perfect. A haven, a safe place for humans and nations alike to live. Matthew used to walk in the forests of his home for hours, doing nothing but walking and thinking and breathing, letting crisp, fresh air fill his lungs and leave them just as peacefully. He'd sit against a tree, close his eyes and let all thoughts, all logic, every problem in the world simply seep from his being.

Matthew Williams used to swim in his country's lakes in the heat of summer, shucking all his clothing into a haphazard pile before diving into the cold water with abandon. The frigid depths of his waters would surround him. His eyes would sting, his feet would be uncomfortably brushed by the long, slimy reeds under the water. But he couldn't care, because he was swimming in the waters of his world.

Matthew Williams used to live in a wonderful, rich world. A world full of love, unity, and good will. He used to be able to live off the land. He had a symbiotic relationship with his country. He kept the land, and it returned the deed. He guarded the land, and it returned that deed, as well. He cared for the land, and it returned that deed in full.

Now, the land was broken. Barren. The land was cold, lifeless. The lakes were contaminated with blood, oil and dirt. The fields had been sheared by desperate farmers, their once-covered golden wheat expanses now just bald shadows of what they had been. The forests were charred, smoking, horrific. There were barely any trees left in his home. Canada, the country that, just a month ago, held more trees within its borders than any other country in the world, was barren of those trees.

Lying in the center of what once was his largest forest, broken like the land, Matthew Williams clenched his eyes shut and pressed his face to the ground, swallowing cries of agony as he felt gashes appear on his forearms and waist. They were deeper than the ones before. He could do nothing; he'd tried over and over again to fight the injuries, but they came despite his efforts.

He could only dig blunt nails into the dirt, the blackened charcoal of the earth, and whisper to himself that it would be okay.

Lying had never felt so amazing.



Name/Nickname: Christie
Age: 15
Country and Timezone: USA, GMT -5 (East Coast)
AIM/MSN/Skype/Ect: PM me for it~! My AIM is christerzxxx7 if you need it urgently.
Did you read the rules?: PIRATES. NO, NINJAS. NO..... PIRATES. UM. NINJAS..... I should stop before my brain implodes.
Any last words?: .... AND THEY SUBSEQUENTLY DIED.

Awww, what a sweet Matthew... <3 Of course you're accepted, dear!