Matthew Mason •

[matt]

`matthew louis mason !!!


Pompous, Distracted, Bored.

Name: Matthew Louis Mason
Nickname(s): Matt, Mattie
Major: Visual Art
Age: 22
Grade: Senior
Birthdate: September 16th.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Location: Lampton Hill =D

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`Appearance ,,

What do I look like, eh? I've always hated this question. "So, lad, what do you look like?" What are you, some kind of creepy internet perv? I'd rather not, thank you. But I'll answer the question despite. The whole of my appearance can be described in this sort of weird, yet understandable, oxymoron. And even though I present it well and it pull it off even better, I'd not take offense to being called clean-dirty. Y'know, where you're really, very honestly, clean. Figure it as just out of the shower clean... but you look dirty. Rough dirty, not 'I-played-in-the-mud' dirty. I'm passed that awkward puberty state (and to tell you the truth it came rather early for me) and if I don't shave for awhile I look real rough. Some people swear I'm not young-enough looking to fit sixteen but I usually just answer that with a "I'll be seventeen soon." Shaved or unshaved, I'm very fond of my face shape. It's cut well, and I'm told I have a prominent jawline. I make unkempt look good, honestly.

If you were searching for the specific identification features you could find on my driver's license, then I apologize for my spiel. If you absolutely must know I'm six foot one and a half or something. Full grown, too old for my age. My hair is this brown-but-blonde color, I'm not exactly sure what spot on the color chart that hits. Another lame one, my eyes are kind of blue-ish gray. I don't know if that's important or not. If you care to know how I dress well... you can just forget it. Because I'm not one of those guys who cares about 'style.' I wear clothes. If they look good on me, I buy them. They're clothes. They're subject to change. Why is that important. Next time you want to know what I look like just step back and snap a picture, it'll save my time and yours.

Best Feature: I don't know. In it's entirety I like my face. My whole face.
Worst Feature: If I had to pick apart something, it'd be my brow line. That sounds weird coming from a guy, right? It's just, I think it looks weird.[/size]

`Personality ,,

Pompous

I've been told that maybe sometimes, maybe, I'm a little pompous. Okay, so really I've been slapped a couple of times and called a pompous ass and once some snot nosed bitch told me I was pretentious, which really is the same thing as being pompous but I can't call her on redundancy because none of these things happened on the same day. Sure, I'm biased on the subject but that's because I believe I'm the greatest person who ever lived. Okay, maybe not ever, but I'm up there! I'd put very few people ahead of me... not even Jesus. Maybe Brad Pitt, but look what he does to women. Alright, so I'm pompous. Get over it. It happens. People are just jealous because they can't pull it off as well as I can. I'm going to make you feel insecure and I'm going to make you feel bad and I'm not going to apologize. I can't help it, it's just the way I am.

Distracted

Girls, girls, girls. Man, do I like girls. So I'm a bit... distracted. But can you blame me? Ooo, not that I'm not a one-girl-kinda-guy, I just... y'know, like to look. If I was seriously dating someone I wouldn't, but, hey, who says I date? I figure as long as she's not asking neither am I. Don't be offended if I'm into you one day and not the next. I change my mind a lot and I can't help that. My mother insists I have ADD but I doubt it. Really, I just blame it on boredom. I've got too much time to think and thinking distracts me. Apparently, and by "apparently" I mean "my parents insist", I'm a smidge too distracted. They worry about my grades and stuff because I'm so far behind and I'll be seventeen when the new school year starts amongst a group of kids at least a year younger. But, hey, that doesn't stop them from being hot. So I'm not too concerned.

Bored

I moved to Lampton Hill in the middle of the tenth grade. I used to live there when I was younger but we moved to the city. With no honest-to-god friends I had a lot of time on my hands. So I was bored. Sometimes, I use bored as an excuse for why I'm no longer interested in something I was interested in just days before, but whatever. My mom thinks it's ADD, as I'm sure I've said. I tell her it's boredom and she rolls her eyes. I act bored too. Apparently it's one of my worst habits. Sometimes when people are talking I'll just nod off and act like I'm so bored I could explode. Surely it's not healthy but it happens. I thought when I left Lampton life would be better, but hey, it turns out Seattle is really boring too.

Likes:

• Ladies.
• Noise.
• Animals.
• Painting.
• Gambling.
• Music.
• The city.
• Myself.
• Candy.
• Horror flicks.

Dislikes:

• Having too much time.
• Laziness.
• Girls that turn me down.
• Chick flicks.
• Valentine's Day, boo.
• Oceans.
• Doctors.
• Airplanes.
• People who are paranoid.
• The idea that aliens might invade. OMG! Save me.

Positive Traits:

• Interesting - I'm interesting. Or so I'd like to think. I'm not going to let a conversation die or anything. I've been told that I'm interesting. Or was it that the way I behave is interesting? I can't really remember, but I'm interesting nonetheless. I'm not -all- about checking out girls and sleeping around. I have depth, right?

• Handsome - You totally knew I was going to mention this one. Mmhm. I'm good looking and really, honestly, don't try to deny it. Come on, that makes you ridiculously pathetic. I'm good looking and I know it. Hey, if need be I'll be your eye candy. I'm actually rather generous if you make the effort first. I'm not going to waste my time trying to get to know you unless I'm interested.

• Generous - Ugh, breaking my external shell is painful. I'd like to think of myself as generous. If I get to know you and if I like you, in more situations than you'd probably believe, I'd be willing to help you out. Now, nobody normally asks me for help because they're afraid I'll reject them but doesn't that give you all the more reason to?

Negative Traits:

• Unfriendly - Hey, that's not very nice. I'm... friendly... kinda. Ugh, okay, no I'm not. I'm actually kind of rude to tell you the truth. But I've been close to people before and life ripped me out of that situation. Why bother to make friends if I can't keep them?

• Liar - I lie. I lie a lot. It's mostly to get my way or to get you to get away from me. But I do lie and sometimes it's ridiculous. I lie to my parents. I lie to my teachers. I'll lie to get in your pants and I'll lie to get out. I'm not afraid to look you in the eye and say something completely untrue. I've done it before, I'll do it again.

• Distant - It probably comes with the unfriendly territory but I've been told that I'm distant, even more now that I'm in Seattle. I spend a lot of time alone, I guess. Alone, gambling. Yikes.

Greatest Ambition: To paint something great.
Greatest Fear: That I will fall flat on my face and turn out to be the worst person who ever lived.[/size]

`History ,,

Ahh, my history. Finally... I get to talk about myself... again. Uh, heh...

Anyway, When I was born it was September. This was no big news to my parents. I say that, of course, because I am not the only Mason child. One wouldn't begin to believe that, huh? No, four years before me came Benjamin, Ben. And two years before Ben? Sarah. Now, I was the last Mason child. Don't get me wrong. My mom got a whiff of the idea that if she had any more children she might be - gasp! - old by the time they were my current age. I think my mother is a smart woman. This, of course, means I am the only young Mason still financially dependant on my parents. My name? Matthew. My parents do, yes, have a knack for plain names. I thank them for that. At least I'm not named Hippie Flower Pants McGee Mason. I might shoot myself. Anyway, back to me and my birth. When I was born my family was complete. My parents were in the process of buying a four bedroom, two and a half bath home in a small town called Lampton Hill. They'd told their parents - Gran and Gramps as well as Pops and Nana - that they wanted to raise their children in a nice environment. Pops, my favorite out of all of my grandparents, told them they were crazy and he gave them five years until they were back in the city where they belonged.

Nobody messes with Pops.

In no less than four years I was hauled away from Lampton Hill and we returned to the city. I loved our apartment in the city. It changed a few times, but dad is big into advertising or whatever the hell he does and they were always really nice places. I adored the city. It was loud and colorful and there was so much to do. I can't really think of anything I hated. Except for, y'know, moving. At the time I had a few good friends and even a girl I was pretty fond of but my parents gave me no option. They uprooted me from my lovely home and plopped me down in mediocre Lampton Hill. It was not as beautiful as they claimed it to be and the people were not all "nice and friendly." Since Ben and Sarah had a choice they stayed back in the city. Both were busy with their own lives. Ben was at uni and Sarah was about to get married. I tried to beg my parents to let me stay with her but they said at least one of their children were going to experience Lampton at an age where they could appreciate it.

Well, I didn't appreciate it. I everything but loathed it. At first, anyway. When we moved I was in the midst of my tenth grade year and I was already failing so when we got to Lampton and my classes were more fucked than ever I ended up failing my entire year. Doomed to repeat and be a year older than everyone I'd have classes with, I figured this was the perfect gloomy start to my gloomy stay in "perfect" Lampton Hill. But then there were girls. Who knew they were all hiding in a place like this! I was hiding in my room at home trying to spend my time doing productive, but getting bored and starting new projects before the last one could get finished (ADD my ass, nothing is interesting).

I spent three years in Lampton before moving to Seattle for college. Oh, America is a nice place, yes. Though at first it made drinking hard, but I've never been too much of a drinker. WUoA is a nice school and I like it a lot. I'm definitely becoming the child my mother wanted me to be, her little artist. The only problem is that during my time here I've developed a little bit of a gambling problem. My parents caught on when I started asking for more and more money. Eventually they cut me off, leaving me only what I had in my bank account. It's been six months.

It's not getting any easier.

Best Memory: My best memory and most favorite memory is of the city. Lame, I know. But me and Ben were walking along downtown. I was fourteen. And there was a street artist sketching amazing portraits of people for five dollars a pop. They were amazing and I watched him for a long time before Ben pulled me into a shop. You never know what you're going to see in the city.
Worst Memory: I don't want to be detailed, bitch. When my parents cut me off.
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`Writing Skill ,,

-exempt-

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`Behind The Character ,,

Name: Master Jez
Age: A kagillion.
Role-playing experience: More than YOUR MOM.
How you found us: I was here when you were birthed.
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[! n i c]

and what a painfull birth it was
hours of hard work

while jesseca stood back and did nothing.

worst.app.ever

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[matt]

I know. I didn't do shit. =D

You know you love it.

[! n i c]

a c c e p t e d

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