Post by mathew on Nov 7, 2007 22:39:45 GMT -5
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Character
Name: Mathew Zayne Connor
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Dayton or USF?: Dayton
What they would teach: Mathematics (But he is willing to sub for just about anything)
Family:
Father: Bradley Scott Connor - 47 - Salt Lake City, Utah
Mother: Sarah Ann Peterson - Deceased - N/A
Step-mother: Danae Connor - 45 - Salt Lake City
Half-brother: Joshua Blake Connor - 19 - Salt Lake City
Personality:
Mathew is one of the few people who is easy to talk to but hard to really get to know. In has twenty-two years he has only really loved one girl and after she got pregnant her father told him he couldn't see her again. Even though he would never tell anyone, but he was scared that if he got close to anyone again they too would be ripped from his life like so many before.
Matt also has a tougher side, He rides his fathers old motorcycle around town. He can also have a extremely short temper and finds himself in a fight about something or another on a regular bases. He is one of those guys who won't give up or walk away from a fight, He believes if you have to walk away your weak. But in reality most of the time it's smartest to walk away.
If you manage to push past the dark clothes and sometimes violent temper, he's a good friend and fun to hang out with. He hardly ever talks about himself, But he'll listen to your problems and let you know it'll be okay. He has a soft spot for his 6 month old gray tabby kitten, Faye. He has a natural talent for music, he plays; Bass guitar, Piano, Guitar, Drums, but he hates his voice dew to his slight speech impediment.
He is the 'fun' teacher, Always goofing off of or making someone laugh. He is good at illusions, and magic tricks he learned from a few of his childhood friends.
He is always willing to help just about anyone with nearly anything including helping the janitor, helping students with homework, teaching bass guitar and guitar to some students after school. He just gets tired of being home alone.
History:
Sarah Peterson and Bradley Connor where high school lovers, Until the night Bradley got the phone call, 17 year old Sarah was pregnant. Bradley just disappeared out of her life. She decided not to get an abortion after her mother agreed to help her take care of her baby.
A few months later Mathew Zayne Connor was born.
Sarah seemed to be so tired and left him with her parents most of the time. A few days shy of Mathew's 6th birthday Sarah's mother passed away, Being six he didn't quiet understand what had happened. Over the next few years he watched his mother struggle to take care of him.
Four years flew past and Mathew spent as much time at school or his friends house as he could trying to help his mom. He learned the basics of music and practiced on his friends instruments.
Until one day a strange man showed up on his porch. "Your mother died in a car accident" Those words hunted him for years, as if it had all been just some sort of sick joke.
Ten year old Mathew was sent to live with his father, a man he had never met in Salt Lake City, Utah. To his surprise his father had a new wife, Danae, and a seven year old son, named Josh.
He hated living with them, They loved Josh and ignored him. They bought Josh just about anything he wanted, and gave Mathew hand-me-downs.
In high school he did okay, not the greatest grades but he passed most of his classes but in band he was top student.
Since he didn't fall into any type of clique and got teased for the slight speech impediment he had he was pushed away from anything social. So in a attempt to get some attention during lunch he would do little 'magic' tricks like making a coin disappear or cool looking card tricks.
This did get him some attention, but only for a few weeks before his illusions weren't 'in' anymore.
Once he turned sixteen he met a girl name Candice Lockehart. He thought he was truly in love. But only a year later he got a phone call, She was pregnant. The next day he went over to help her tell her family, and Mr. and Mrs. Lockehart kicked him out.
He felt as if he was just a pathetic copy of his father.
Mathew was already furious with his both himself and his 'family' but the newly turned seventeen year old snapped when his father took the few hundred dollars he had been saving for a car and gave it to Josh for his birthday.
That night he slipped out of the house taking only his bass guitar and a messenger bag with a few of his belongings. He also took his fathers silver wrist watch and emptied his wallet.
Luckily his dad had left the keys in his motorcycle, so he took that too.
He used the last of his fathers money to get himself into a cheap community collage in where he got a teaching license, something he thought would be a easy way of making money.
Only a few months after leaving the collage he was surprised to get a job teaching at Dayton Academy Only after a few days of teaching he started teaching kids to play guitar and bass guitar after school and he has started to dislike the Dean, Jayden Newport.
Appearance:
Picture:
Celebrity: Criss Angel
Description:
Mathew Connor almost identical to his father's teenage pictures has very dark brown hair. He has been known to dye it black or put either red or sandy blonde streaks in it to spite him, plus he likes to change his looks. His hair always hangs into his face, often in front of his eyes. His eyes are a very dark hazel color, they can appear dark brown or sometimes even black under the right light.
He rarely lets any amount of facial hair grow, Since he thinks it makes him look older. His teeth are almost perfectly white and straight.
As for this 22 year olds body, he isn't very tall, standing at 5'7" makes him quite the opposite and only weighing in at 155 pounds sometimes gets him over looked.
He has more of a compact build, good for sports but it seems to him most of the girls he likes go for the tall guys.
He does have muscle, a defined six pack from the sports he played and rather strong arms and legs.
His style: His choice of clothes is much different from that of the other teachers. Wearing things like band shirts, different kinds of hats, skateshoes, hoodies and ripped jeans, the type of clothing that makes him fade into the background where he had been pushed while growing up. You would rarely see him without his silver wrist watch.
Even though he has his ears pierced three times he hates needles. and his fingers are callused from years of guitar and bass playing. Most people wouldn't take him seriously by the way he presents himself.
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Name: Chelsey
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Chase is: 'confused'
RP Sample:
A almost silent 'purr' of a gray tabby kitten was the only sound in the small downtown apartment.
Snow fell in rhythmic twirls past the window gently landing on the pure white ground. The twenty-two year old was hunched in the corner over a small heater. He blew a cloud of dust out of the vent, before plugging it into the wall... Nothing.
Standing up Mathew sighed, a bit of his dark brown hair hanging in his face. He gently kicked the machine, warm air began to pour out of it. "Yes" He mumbled to himself gripping his cold hands into victorious fists at his sides.
Only a few moments later the room was warming up and Mathew was sitting on the floor his black four string bass guitar upside down in his lap. "Hey, Faye." He said stroking the kittens soft fur before turning back to the silver strings he was putting on his bass.
Since today was Saturday he had nothing to do, No work, and since he didn't know anyone he pretty much stayed home on the weekends.
He talked to himself alot since he had no one else to talk to, But not in a creepy way. He flipped the guitar over and began plucking and tuning the strings one by one. He played a few riffs moving his callused fingers around the fret board. The kitten just sat there with a soft 'meow' every once and a while.
He glanced down at his silver watch, it was only 3:30pm and he had nothing to do all day.
He put his hands into his black hoodie pocket his dark eyes scanning his small apartment from his spot on the cold hardwood floor. He jumped up walking into the even smaller kitchen, the cat close behind him.
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