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Post by mattias .] on Apr 9, 2006 7:14:56 GMT -5
Name:
Mattias De Graaf
Nickname:
Matt
Age:
seventeen
Gender:
male
Height:
5ft9
Description:
Even though Mattias is about the average height for a male, his skinny figure might give you the impression he’s taller than that. You can literally count his ribs, but that’s the way Matt is: no matter how much he’ll ever eat, he won’t gain any weight. He doesn’t look like a guy with muscles, but beware; he’s stronger than he looks. And he enjoys it to see people’s faces when they realise they have made a mistake by judging him by his looks. He has a lower lip snakebite, and both arms are fully tattooed. His skin is extremely pale, but he doesn’t dislike it. He just likes pale, because, one: he tends to associate tanned people with the r&b artists on tv, who – that’s what he thinks about it – don’t have any morals; and two: he doesn’t really like the sun, as it tends to give him a terrible headache. His hair is naturally black and his eyes are green.
Personality:
At first, Mattias is a really shy boy, who won’t say a thing. When he decides to like you, then he will usually open up. He’s just scared of new things, new people, and he’s also terrified of saying something wrong. So even around friends, he might not always say much. All this may give you a wrong impression though. That he is a nice boy who will always abide the rules and will always try to do the best. Well, my dear. You’re wrong. Mattias is a true rebel, and when he can break the rules, he usually will. It started out as experimenting, how all the forbidden things were. Going into a private forest for example. It gave him this kind of kick. So he kept on doing it. And it kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually, he ended up doing drugs. There has been a stage that he has been addicted, though that’s over now. He also learned the noble art of stealing, and well, it’s addicting. He didn’t need it, as he has never been short of money, but he did it just because. It was breaking the rules, it gave him a kick. But, he’s quite nice, and funny – though sometimes a little sarcastic. If he likes you. He’s not afraid to show you when he doesn’t. It’s mainly to the people he likes, that he watches his words.
He loves to draw, though he doesn’t think himself good at it. He plays the drums, and can play the guitar as well. His voice, well, let’s just leave that aside for now. He can’t sing. But he can scream. If he feels like it.
Past:
He used to be a mama’s boy – his mother is handicapped, so he had a strong bond with her, and spent a lot of time near her. He didn’t come out much. He was never ‘in’. The boy with the glasses, nerdy clothes, and perfect grades. Then, before the start of the eighth grade, he decided he wanted to be like most other guys. Having friends, going out, and all that stuff. It wasn’t hard, really. Get rid of the glasses, get contact lenses, change of style, and tadaa, new Mattias, with lots of friends, both male and female. But he realised that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t feel like he was someone unique. And he just knew that being a ‘popular guy’ wasn’t his thing. Because he had a secret, and he didn’t want it to be a one. Yet he, one of the boys, couldn’t be different, thus he just had to keep it a secret. But Matt didn’t like keeping secrets from others. So, he changed his style again. And surprisingly, some friends actually followed him. Those were his true ones, obviously. That was when he also got his snakebite and tattoos. He and his friends were the troublemakers, in and out of school. They dressed different. They were different. And he, he didn’t have to keep any secrets anymore. He was odd, and everyone could know that. He didn’t even found it that odd, actually. He was bi, sometimes even leaning more towards the homosexual side, and didn’t feel the slightest shame about it.
But eventually, everything got quite bad. His parents couldn’t handle him anymore. The bond with his mother had practically died, and the bond with his father ... Had it ever been there? The only solution left was sending him to a boarding school, where they would teach him some manners. As Matt would love to go home again – for after all, there’s no better place than home – he has decided to try and be a good student, with good grades, and everything else.
Pets:
An arabian stallion; Caesar
A greyhound; Tasmania
Picture:
coming soon . . . I’ll be using Zacky Vengeance
Sample Post:
Worn all star converses carried a tall form forth, a crimson star drawn on the white tips. It started fading a little bit though. Mattias might have to draw it again, for he didn’t want it to disappear. Why, you ask? Just for the hell of it. It made him unique. As a matter of fact, he didn’t need that to be unique, he already was, just like anyone was unique anyway, but he liked it. His hands were hiding in deep pockets of black and baggy trousers, while the hood of a black hoodie covered raven black dreads. Pale green spheres looked at the world, holding a small sparkle. Okay, he hadn’t been here for more than a few hours, but this place seemed pretty cool. Yet, Mattias would never admit it aloud. For he hadn’t really come here because he had wanted to.
His fragile-looking, but strong frame lowered itself to the leafy floor, back resting against a large oak’s frame, a hand removing the hood from his head before both of Matt’s hands rested on his lap, knees pulled up a little bit. Out of one pocket the boy got a small packet of cookies, which he opened, and soon he was munching – softly though – on one of them, while his eyes looked around. He saw a few people, but they were all moving around in small groups. Every now and then, he saw a ‘loner’ as well. But at least he didn’t feel like he would truly hate someone in this place. But of course. That could always change.
Usually he wouldn’t be like this, just sitting, not even drawing or anything. Not that he was any good at drawing, but he liked making silly figures, as the complicated ‘real-looking’ ones never worked out, with him holding the pencil. That was how he thought about his work anyway. He just looked around, and tried to burn everything in his mind. A mental map of the place never hurt, and could be very useful as well in – times of need, let us call it. The packet of cookies was now lying on his lap, and his left hand fiddled a bit with it. He wasn’t one to have nothing to do, or to sit still all the time. But he didn’t like to run or jump around without a reason either. He was a complicated person, by and large.
Mattias De Graaf
Nickname:
Matt
Age:
seventeen
Gender:
male
Height:
5ft9
Description:
Even though Mattias is about the average height for a male, his skinny figure might give you the impression he’s taller than that. You can literally count his ribs, but that’s the way Matt is: no matter how much he’ll ever eat, he won’t gain any weight. He doesn’t look like a guy with muscles, but beware; he’s stronger than he looks. And he enjoys it to see people’s faces when they realise they have made a mistake by judging him by his looks. He has a lower lip snakebite, and both arms are fully tattooed. His skin is extremely pale, but he doesn’t dislike it. He just likes pale, because, one: he tends to associate tanned people with the r&b artists on tv, who – that’s what he thinks about it – don’t have any morals; and two: he doesn’t really like the sun, as it tends to give him a terrible headache. His hair is naturally black and his eyes are green.
Personality:
At first, Mattias is a really shy boy, who won’t say a thing. When he decides to like you, then he will usually open up. He’s just scared of new things, new people, and he’s also terrified of saying something wrong. So even around friends, he might not always say much. All this may give you a wrong impression though. That he is a nice boy who will always abide the rules and will always try to do the best. Well, my dear. You’re wrong. Mattias is a true rebel, and when he can break the rules, he usually will. It started out as experimenting, how all the forbidden things were. Going into a private forest for example. It gave him this kind of kick. So he kept on doing it. And it kept on getting worse and worse, until eventually, he ended up doing drugs. There has been a stage that he has been addicted, though that’s over now. He also learned the noble art of stealing, and well, it’s addicting. He didn’t need it, as he has never been short of money, but he did it just because. It was breaking the rules, it gave him a kick. But, he’s quite nice, and funny – though sometimes a little sarcastic. If he likes you. He’s not afraid to show you when he doesn’t. It’s mainly to the people he likes, that he watches his words.
He loves to draw, though he doesn’t think himself good at it. He plays the drums, and can play the guitar as well. His voice, well, let’s just leave that aside for now. He can’t sing. But he can scream. If he feels like it.
Past:
He used to be a mama’s boy – his mother is handicapped, so he had a strong bond with her, and spent a lot of time near her. He didn’t come out much. He was never ‘in’. The boy with the glasses, nerdy clothes, and perfect grades. Then, before the start of the eighth grade, he decided he wanted to be like most other guys. Having friends, going out, and all that stuff. It wasn’t hard, really. Get rid of the glasses, get contact lenses, change of style, and tadaa, new Mattias, with lots of friends, both male and female. But he realised that wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t feel like he was someone unique. And he just knew that being a ‘popular guy’ wasn’t his thing. Because he had a secret, and he didn’t want it to be a one. Yet he, one of the boys, couldn’t be different, thus he just had to keep it a secret. But Matt didn’t like keeping secrets from others. So, he changed his style again. And surprisingly, some friends actually followed him. Those were his true ones, obviously. That was when he also got his snakebite and tattoos. He and his friends were the troublemakers, in and out of school. They dressed different. They were different. And he, he didn’t have to keep any secrets anymore. He was odd, and everyone could know that. He didn’t even found it that odd, actually. He was bi, sometimes even leaning more towards the homosexual side, and didn’t feel the slightest shame about it.
But eventually, everything got quite bad. His parents couldn’t handle him anymore. The bond with his mother had practically died, and the bond with his father ... Had it ever been there? The only solution left was sending him to a boarding school, where they would teach him some manners. As Matt would love to go home again – for after all, there’s no better place than home – he has decided to try and be a good student, with good grades, and everything else.
Pets:
An arabian stallion; Caesar
A greyhound; Tasmania
Picture:
coming soon . . . I’ll be using Zacky Vengeance
Sample Post:
Worn all star converses carried a tall form forth, a crimson star drawn on the white tips. It started fading a little bit though. Mattias might have to draw it again, for he didn’t want it to disappear. Why, you ask? Just for the hell of it. It made him unique. As a matter of fact, he didn’t need that to be unique, he already was, just like anyone was unique anyway, but he liked it. His hands were hiding in deep pockets of black and baggy trousers, while the hood of a black hoodie covered raven black dreads. Pale green spheres looked at the world, holding a small sparkle. Okay, he hadn’t been here for more than a few hours, but this place seemed pretty cool. Yet, Mattias would never admit it aloud. For he hadn’t really come here because he had wanted to.
His fragile-looking, but strong frame lowered itself to the leafy floor, back resting against a large oak’s frame, a hand removing the hood from his head before both of Matt’s hands rested on his lap, knees pulled up a little bit. Out of one pocket the boy got a small packet of cookies, which he opened, and soon he was munching – softly though – on one of them, while his eyes looked around. He saw a few people, but they were all moving around in small groups. Every now and then, he saw a ‘loner’ as well. But at least he didn’t feel like he would truly hate someone in this place. But of course. That could always change.
Usually he wouldn’t be like this, just sitting, not even drawing or anything. Not that he was any good at drawing, but he liked making silly figures, as the complicated ‘real-looking’ ones never worked out, with him holding the pencil. That was how he thought about his work anyway. He just looked around, and tried to burn everything in his mind. A mental map of the place never hurt, and could be very useful as well in – times of need, let us call it. The packet of cookies was now lying on his lap, and his left hand fiddled a bit with it. He wasn’t one to have nothing to do, or to sit still all the time. But he didn’t like to run or jump around without a reason either. He was a complicated person, by and large.
