Canada [missed AC]

[matthew]

These streets so fixed and solid
Were shimming with hate

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And everything that I relied on
Disappeared

Country: Canada
Name: Matthew Williams
Gender: male
Age: nineteen
Profession: university student
Highlander or Lowlander?: Highlander

All the strangers look like family
All the family look so strange

Appearance: Being not too fat and not too thing, Matthew stands at an average height. He has rather broad shoulders that cannot be hidden by the collared shirts he is accustomed to wearing. Wavy blond hair comes only slightly past his ears, being unkempt as he merely uses his fingers to 'brush' with. One particular long piece of hair is usually the most troublesome, sticking out right from the top of his head with a small curl halfway down. His glasses that do little justice for his blue eyes are slightly rounded, Matthew possibly being due for a new pair. He appears to be clean enough, though his pale skin could probably use a tan-- or some lotion.

Personality: In one way, Matthew prefers to keep to himself as much as possible. However, he takes interest in what others have to say and it brings a temptation to speak as well. His soft tone makes it difficult for him, not being able to speak aloud and defend an opinion of his own. He may huff and puff when he is skipped over, but he stores information for later usage and for those just-in-case situations. It has come to a point to where as long as he knows he has thoughts, he is content-- though there has been a disturbance with that idea as of recently. Not that he is pressing for his own personal moment, but he would not mind coming across people who do not have a superiority complex.

While his own opinions are all dandy to have, Matthew is very willing to share them. There is merely a thin fence between being trusted and then a side of doubt. He suspects anyone who is willing to listen may as well be the next person to be a best friend, lacking in that department. Not to say he is not happy with himself, of course, but he is willing to listen to anyone in return for being listened to. Matthew may be the one who is listening, however, being as insteresting as a soggy cardboard box.

He is a moderately lazy person, opting to take longer breaks than the period he uses to do homework. While the universe could be falling apart somewhere, Matthew is sure that breaks do not hurt too much. However, he prefers to stay around his mother's house and lurks around the backyard as he pretends to do what he is told to do. It cannot be considered being a trouble maker, no-- more like...being rather curious. When it comes to 'important' tasks, he is more likely to follow through quicker.

History: Matthew Williams was born to a CEO and his wife, only to be given away shortly after. He resided with an aunt and an uncle during his childhood, Matthew keeping to himself as he go about his days. This, however, did not keep him too far away from his twin brother and older sister. The family's relationship was fairly tightly knitted, keeping Matthew from questioning anything when it came to their relationships.

Things were going fine until an unusual man showed up to his brother's house, Matthew realising how much Alfred like the other guy. It brought him to be somewhat jealous of the stranger, unfortunately oblivious to the actual situation at hand and Alfred's situation. All if became clear only when he encountered dear ol' Uncle himself right when he was trying to sleep one night. Matthew was brought to the conclusion that his brother was clearly preferred over himself, only to build up a grudge against his twin despite the measures the other had taken for him. He had no idea why such unusual feelings were forced on him-- but despite that, Matthew was in a rush to tell Alfred.

He trusted his brother with the information, feeling that Uncle would have no idea that he told someone who was not an adult. Being shaken up, Matthew left the house the next morning with a hope for a positive outcome. Or, at the very least, that he would not be able to visit the house ever again. As much as Matthew liked his brother, he was still angry and he wanted to avoid another occurrence like that possibly happening again. But fate being fate, he was denied of being at peace with himself.

That night, there had been an awful noise. Due to previous events, Matthew sat up in bed and kept under the blankets. It was only after he had heard a sharp scream when Matthew got out of bed, peeking through a small crack of his door to witness something that, like before, he was not able to understand. Matthew ran out into the hall, having to pass over a mess of blood that his guardians were practically bathing in. But he could not let himself stare for too long, rushing into the adults' room and locking the door. Within a few moments of panic, Matthew called the police before he hid in a closet as he heard 'Uncle' try to fight with the door.

In the end, Matthew recognised himself as a complete failure, though 'Uncle' was taken away. With his loved ones dead, his twin not even being accounted for, it left Matthew feeling rather betrayed by himself. If he had kept his mouth shut, nothing like that would have never happened. But whatever would or would have not been, Matthew was sent to live with an elderly lady. He had grown a fondness of her and is still living with her as he attends the university, making sure to take good care of her.

Recurring nightmare: Losing his sense of mind during the October Crisis of 1970, with two government officials having been kidnapped. It is a mental sense of what is right and wrong and that he may be the one bringing harm to people.

The only constant I am sure of
Is this accelerating rate of change

Likes:
- whatever Mother Nature has to offer -- unless it is does not exactly mean good things for him
- food, especially sweeter foods as of lately (but he is not particularly good at cooking, himself)
- being allowed to take part of discussions
- being able to offer assistance-- whenever that rare occasion may be
- everyone being equal-- not like that is gonna happen

Dislikes:
- successful people who are assholes about it
- aruging-- or, rather, any sort of fighting
- being ignored by any general person
- arrogance
- greedy individuals-- greed only causes other people suffering, at the end of things

Downside up, upside down
Take my weight from the ground

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Roleplay Sample:
The last year had been especially long compared to the few before it. It was only after watching a few failures pass by when he did take a stronger action. Before he knew it, he had done it. Canada did more than flailing; there was actual planning and went off to do something while his so-called allies were doing rather important things of his own. Not that he was completely alone, but he led and did not slip up too much. However he could not apologise enough, believing he took so long with the two siblings having to fight and face defeat.

But they were stronger than he could ever be. Forget losing. They actually resisted. Canada would not dare to call the pair weak. That was why he couldn’t leave Belgium and Netherlands to be by themselves. As selfish as it sounded, he was not quite sure if America and England and France…and so forth…were doing much to help them. But this was a war of the world, so he couldn’t put them to blame.

He was more content, now, however, having seen that Belgium was standing. She did a good job of her own, having parted from her after to see to her brother. Canada did not know them too well, but Belgium seemed very fair enough. And after a battle, he had only seen a glimpse of Netherlands, so he could not really say much about him. Canada certainly owed Netherlands something for what he had done.

Supposedly, Canada was a liberator. A liberator? Him?

Hardly.

There was nothing that could really assure him that it was safe to use the word. Where the most help was needed, he didn’t go into. Despite wanting to do something, he was afraid. He had pushed past Germany after a horrid confrontation, which was sadly the second time during the last thirty years, and just…stopped. Canada was not very close friends with war, having a vague wish to be a stranger. There was this belief that he did come far, so he had to bring himself to go around his fear.

Fear, being scared, being a coward-- that was all he fucking thought of himself.

Germany had not made any promises to leave him be, Canada’s guard being raised. He was not going to be too hasty, despite how things were prior to everything-- how easily everything just changed. Friends were hard to lose. He was actually still fearful, more for someone else other than him. It was not for his own sake. The sky was cloudy, not reflecting any sort of shred of hope as he trudged down a broken up sidewalk with a bag slung over his shoulder. Canada’s hard helmet was slipping over his eyes somewhat, glasses also sliding off the bridge of his nose. He was sweaty. It was not even summer, yet…

He brought a hand up to rub at his eyes before pushing up his glasses. Maybe now he was somewhat scared for his own life; after all, he did not tell Netherlands directly that he was showing up. There was hope that he would be recognised from somewhere or something and realise that Canada is his ally. This was initially England’s plan and now he was being a ‘fool’ to follow it up. At least, Canada did not think of himself as a fool. He wasn’t sure why he was the only one out here for the time being. Once again, there was more to hope for.

“Oi, you, kid.”

The voice was certainly not Canada’s own, causing him to jump. Swerving around, he showed a short moment of weakness. He knew people were here, but he was not expecting interaction so soon. With a full turn of his body, Canada found himself staring at buttons and an itchy material he was recently getting to know better. Sharply he inhaled, forcing himself to look up. What was looking down at him were pale eyes that did not seem too happy to see him. Above that was a crescent shape mark above an eye and then messy hair beyond that. These features defined what he was looking at.

Canada slowly took a step back, finally breathing outward. It had been a few months and there were a few scratches, but he was okay. Canada was not sure who was more beat up, but that didn’t matter right now.

Netherlands.

The tall man cocked and eyebrow at Canada, who was now feeling even more tense. He was expecting it to go away, but it only got worse. There was no faith. Canada felt his face fall as the other stared.

With an attempt to break the silence, Canada brought himself to say, “I…have food. I brought it for you…!”

The other, Netherlands, continued to just look at him. It was really beginning to make Canada feel uncomfortable. He slowly pulled the bag off his shoulder, extending it to the taller man. A lump got caught in his throat when the other simply continued to look at him. His gloved hand took the bag from Canada who needed both hands to hold it up. Netherlands studied the bag for a moment, taking his gaze off of Canada. The smaller man could not help but wonder if he should leave now or something, but there was something telling him that would be just…bad.

“C’mon.”

Canada did not realise that Netherlands actually walked away quite a bit. He hurriedly nodded, pushing the helmet up, before rushing off behind the other. Once again, it was a continued silence. There was not anything to say or to joke about, seeing what sort of situation they were in. They passed a couple of ruined looking shops with broken windows and only darkness inside past the broken glass.

It caused Canada not to want to look anywhere, keeping his eyes straightforward as he focused following after the long blue and white scarf that flew weakly out behind Netherlands. With being foolish and blocking out his surroundings, Canada was surprised when they made a sudden turn between two buildings. Netherlands sat himself down, leaning his back against one of the brick walls. He then peered up at Canada who stood only a short bit away from him, shifting awkwardly. Netherlands remained unmoving, Canada soon sinking down to the ground in front of him. Then Netherlands opened the bag, taking little packages out. Canada looked down, helmet once again falling over his eyes.

“Who are you?”

Netherlands was choosing to speak again, causing Canada to bite at his own lip. He was not sure if things were better off in silence. Slowly, Canada brought his hands up to undo the clasp under his chin, pulling the hard helmet off of his head. It was set in his lap, some hair sticking down to his head or out in odd angles.

Blinking, Canada asked, “Eh? Me?”

“No, the wall behind ya,” the other huffed, “Yeah, you.”

Falling deep in the sky
Slipping into the unknown

Out of Character
Name/Nickname: Em
Timezone: GMT -5
Any other information: I will admit that I did not contact Alfred's, but I took the history related to Alfred's from his application and applied it to Matthew's. OTL

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