matthew ethan williams

[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS

Name: Matthew Ethan Williams . .
Nicknames: Matt, Hugh . .
Age: 20 . .
Date of Birth: October 31st . .
Grade: College Senior . .
Program: Academics . .
Orientation: Bisexual . .
Nationality: American . .
Home Town: Canada . .
Play by: Misha Collins . .

--- DISTRACTED. Everyone gets easily distracted, unless you're a one-track-minded-kind of person. For Matt, it's definitely the former part. Try as hard as he can to keep his head in the game, maintain the grade A, be at the best of his league, once he's distracted, he loses focus. Most of the time, this gets him into trouble like always passing things at the last minute, studying at the last minute, and for awhile, he's always been able to catch the last minute. Other times, like in the middle of a conversation, he tries hard to pay attention. But if something else more exciting comes along he completely forgets anything about the situation he was in. He's the type of person that you see on the streets often lost in thought.
--- ONE MAN ISLAND. As he has always been, ever since he was young, he'd always had a world of his own. He's not authistic, no, else he'd be in a special school. He talks like normal, acts normal, but he's more of the loner types, he prefers quiet or loud by his own. Prefers to rely on himself than work with others. Though not really rejecting all human contact, you usually see him walking by the corridors on his own or keeping a straight face while the whole world is laughing. Did I mention nothing surprises him? Anyway, don't be surprised if he just looks at you, mumbles something about needing to be somewhere else and then leaves you hanging. He's trying hard to be more approachable, more susceptible to others, and it's a work in progress. Trust me, he tries real hard.
--- LEAN ON ME. Behind all that distraction and snob-ness, he's a person you can really rely on. Yes, I did mention he prefers alone, but he's not heartless. For all the bad side he's got, he makes up with all the heart he got. Even if he's easily distracted, when he works, he gives it his all. Even if he's most of the time a snob, he knows when to switch that side of him off, though barely, and let his shoulder be leaned upon. Advice, knowledge, or simply a person to talk to, thanks to the care he received from his Nana, he knows what to do or how to do it. To help someone else back on their feet, finish something (at the last minute) with everything he's got, or anything else that requires heart, which mostly means everything, he's there. Really. He'll be. Give him a chance.
--- CONFUSION He's not dumb, he's got the A's to prove it, but in normal situations, or in heated exhange of words, either be straight to the point or he'll take it literally, like he is. He understands sarcasm, he could define it for you too, but he's a failed student under that subject. You'd think that with all the good grades he's getting, he'd be as witty but no, he's not. He tries to be, but why would he need to? For someone who avoids human contact, it wouldn't be much of a neccessity to have a fast brain for smart retorts. And when he's in such a situation, you'll just find him silly trying hard to stand his ground.

LIKES: texts. internet. romance novels. ultimate frisbee. jogging. independent. goals. small circle of friends. smiling. dance.
DISLIKES: studying. distractions. pressure. overload. deadlines. awkward moments. homophobia. dickheads. pervs. know-it-alls.

Matthew Ethan Williams was a child of sorts. He didn't talk to anyone. Didn't have that much friends. Sat at the corner in children's parties. Even cried his eyes out when a girl of his age would sit beside him. There was absolutely nothing his parents could do for him. No, his mother hadn't wanted their little angel to be taken to a shrink at such a young age, and yes, his dad had not wanted that either, maybe. He was just that. Unaware of the kids around him and would always keep to himself.

He loved his Nana very much though. That when she died of old age and Matt was just starting to experience hormones, he had locked himself up in his room for almost a day until his dad couldn't take it no more and had come barging into the room to find his son crumpled in a corner, eyes red with tears, muttering words of reassurances. It was too heartbreaking, too heartfelt that all anger had left his dad and he'd asked a new hiree to attend to whatever his son needed, abruptly leaving with his wife to retire to their own rooms, exhausted from a day's worry.

The new employee, at his twenties with a sea of girls at his feet, had carried the young boy to the bed and brought him milk and cookies, not leaving his master's side until he'd stopped whimpering and even breathes had took over. He knew he'd liked the child the moment he'd stared into those wide innocent eyes full of despair and had made a life's oath to never again let the boy feel such pain. Ah. A worker's dedication to his preferred job preference.

Matt had looked at his new keeper in wonder, and something had pierced his heart the first time he'd seen him. It was just like in school, where he'd just sit in a corner of the cafeteria and discreetly take glances at a girl whom all other boys were after. What the hell? What was wrong with him?

It grew though, it just grew, with every care his keeper had given to the child in his care, Matt had taken it for something else. He was ashamed, embarassed, even to himself that it just grew into frustration. Frustration which only fueled his academics more. What he lacked in social life, he had a loadful in thinking.

Girls. Boys. Was there really a difference? If he'd been too distant before, he was more distant now, though when it was needed, he'd talk, and with the little talk he'd given to the few people around him that he'd won their hearts and now he had a small circle of friends. Boys. Girls. Did it even matter? Yes. Of course. Society had long before set a norm. And it was just plain annoying.

But like all teens, he went on from raging hormones to insatiable desires. Whoa. That was just it.

He had a great family. Even though his parents were rarely at home. Still, when they had time, they made the most of it. But it had to stop, not the family outings, but the growing desire he was forming for his keeper. Yes, he got it on with girls whenever the desire was too much. But his efforts would always be a lost cause the moment he stepped into their front doors and his ever faithful servant was there to be of any service. Huh. 'Any service.'

He was old enough now. A few life experiences. He knew right from wrong. Girlfriends. Grades. But there was his keeper fussing up the equation. He needed to get away and get some fresh air. The moment he'd graduated his third year from the state's university, he'd asked his parents if he could transfer to another school, anywhere but near his childhood crush which hadn't left him at all. The latter part he'd left out.

A dormitory. New people. More alone. He liked it. Childhood habits were hard to forget but he was getting better with the people-people interactions. Maybe then he's troubled feelings would settle and real life college would help him achieve just that. Maybe.

Wandering. Jasper could call it that. Escaping was a proper synonym too. Peace of mind, definitely. Everyday kept changing, maybe not for others but for him, it was always constantly shifting. Everyone's moods always got unto him, either depressing or exciting, happy or saddening, it would always mess up what he was really feeling.

Now that the Denalis were visiting, another coven whom his family were relatives to as they were to them, it added up to the ever -varying atmosphere. There were the werewolves, the human visits, his family and now the Denalis. He could endure everything, feel diverse emotions in him, often times, he wondered if he had feelings to his own, his always seemed to be borrowed from someone else's which then resulted to evasion, as he was doing now.

Alice had asked him to come with her to hunt but he was feeling depressed, sensing everything at once would always dispirit him. He would do everything for Alice, his other part of the whole, but right now wasn't the right time to be alone with her, his depression might slip and cause her despair too.

He saw the sadness in her eyes, felt it too, he assured her that he was okay and gave her a fresh wave of happiness, despite his gloom. Alice eventually cheered up but there was doubt in her eyes. He kissed her lightly on the cheek before she darted lithely to the forest. He had to go, Alice's worry would return when she was far enough and he was sure she would return, he didn't want to be a burden.

Now here he was, walking silently among the trees, deciding every now and then that he would return home but of course he wouldn't. He didn't want Alice's fun be bothered by him. He knew she would understand why he wanted to be alone, but just in case, he played with Alice's visions.

He sat down beside a giant tree, not caring what it was and let his depression escape from him, animals around him suddenly started to cry out in pain. Dammit, he thought. Couldn't he, for once, have a time for his own? He ignored the cries, he let his dejection take over him. It was enlightening, in a way that he was feeling what he really wanted to feel. At least he still had his own feelings.

Footsteps were heard. He sucked the depression into him at once, the animals silencing too. Even as he was very busy thinking of his melancholy, his basic instincts were still on guard. He sniffed the air, recognizing the scent. He would recognize it anywhere. Alice was nearby. She was with someone too, Katrina, he inhaled.

He quickly got up, fearing that they would be trapped in his depression and swiftly darted away. He thought of going back home again, but of course he couldn't yet. He needed time to gather himself. A second he was there, and next, he was gone.

Hi, I'm VINCE and I'm 19 years old. I'm EXCITED. This is my FIRST application. I found NO REGRETS, JUST LOVE from SUPPORT.PROBOARDS.COM.

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[- NIKKI]

- Your personality traits need to be explained in full paragraphs
- Just a note, you should consider trying to write bigger paragraphs. It makes your writing easier to read, flow better.

It was a good application, all you really need to do is add to the traits.

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[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

Okay. Hm. The app guide said short paragraph. So... Hahaha. Sorry.

And for the note, which parts needed bigger paragraphs? Sorry. It's this sickness of mine. Y'know. To write in short paragraphs. Hahaha

[- NIKKI]

Well, in primary school I was taught that a paragraph was 5-8 sentences. But then as I've grown older, paragraph size grew with me. A good rule of thumb is somewhere between 100-200 words. Yeah, the guide says short paragraphs at least, but 3 sentences doesn't really make a paragraph, you know?

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[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

lmao. Yeah. I guess so. Haha. I've always lived with free-writing so I guess you'll have to let me commit a few errors before I become better with this style. Done editing.

[- NIKKI]

Thanks for bearing with me, and editing. Also, it's fine hon, it comes with practice.

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[MATTHEW ETHAN WILLIAMS]

Great. Thanks! Will do.