Mattiga Bontecou

[mattiga]

001. NAME• Mattiga Bontecou
002. NICKNAME• Matt
003. AGE• 19
004. BIRTHDATE• 12 August 1990
005. WHERE YOU LIVE?• Ontario, Canada

001. YOUR FACE• Alex McKee
002. HAIR• sometimes Matt feels blond, so he dyes his hair a fantastic pallet of golden hues that resemble a surfer's sun bleached hair, most of the time however his hair is a beep brown on the verge of being black, often mistaken for being black in fact. His hair is always kept in a simplistic style close to his head, bangs often brimming his eyes or falling into them, covers his ears and is well kept and straight
003. EYES• Eyes are usual a light diamond grey speckled with a deep blue, sometimes however when he's going for a deep look he wears chocolate brown contacts
004. HIEGHT• 5ft 11in, reasonable height for his age
005. WEIGHT• 125-135 Lbs pure muscle
006. BODY MODS• he has one hoop in his bottom lip to the left fallowed by his right eyebrow holding a hoop fallowed then by two hoops in his left ear, one in the lobe the other in the cartilage, connecting all four hoops is a shimmering silver chain
007. FASHION/STYLE• Matt's style is simple, yet the way he holds himself makes it mysterious at the same time. he wears basic blue jeans most of the time but will change them out for tight slim fit jeans. usually the blue jeans are littered with holes and patches while the slim-fit jeans are deep blue and topped with a studded belt. His shirts are usually tank tops or muscle shirts of varying colors. He usually is always seen with some sort of hooded jacket with a design spattered across the front and/or back. He doesn't really use accessories much except for belts, watches and wrist bands.

001. LIKES•
Pain-so much he's addicted to it
Music-the type with a meaning behind it
Movies-based on true stories
Art-of all kinds
Art-re-creating and creating from scratch
Books-his escape from reality
The Night Hours-so much fun comes out after dark
Sadomasochism-its soooo much fun!
COFFEE!!! Is a complete coffee nut..the blacker the better!
002. DISLIKES•
Crows-the evil filthy things
Family-who needs 'em
Trucks-too big, too useless
Wild Animals-should be in cages
Loneliness-the mind grows weak when alone
Metal-glass is better, 'cept when it comes to chains and buckles
Extremely Curious People-leave me alone will yah!?
003. FEARS•
Mirrors in the dark
Big Bodies of Water
Commitment
Confrontation
Being Locked up in a Cage
004. STRENGTHS•
Can blend into the background and not be noticed
Is very observant in most situations
Can see through most disguises
Is very knowledgeable
Can listen to people and not just hear what they're saying but actually listen
005. WEAKNESSES•
Doesn't trust people easily
Is very persistent on the verge of being annoying
Gets distracted easily
Gets bored easily
Has the unfortunate habit of being at the wrong place at the wrong time
006. ODDITIES•
Shows no signs of being Canadian..doesn't even have an accent
Has random facts stored in his head that he randomly spats out
Loves wearing skirts over his pants
Will rush outside whenever he sees lightning
007. ORIENTATION• Homosexual....girls..*shivers*.....breasts....*spazzes and runs*
008. SPECIFIC MORALS• None to speak of....
009. PERSONALITY OVERVIEW•
Matt is the guy who stays in the background trying to blend in but utterly failing. He listens to everything going on around him and usually ends up having something to input into a conversation. For the most part matt is laid back and quiet. He always has at least one iPod/MP3 player on his person at all times and he listens to all types of music...excluding rap which he hates with a passion.

He loves the night life yet if he sees reflective objects at night he either freezes or runs in the opposite direction. He is deathly afraid of mirrors in the dark. He doesn't dislike many things. For the most part he only dislikes things to do with his family and things he's afraid of, i.e. mirrors in the dark, large bodies of water, trucks ect ect. The things he likes the most would probably surprise most people. He's addicted to pain via a long history of adapting to it. He loves being tied up and all that lovely kinky play.

However the only time you'll see him like this is after hours when the sun has gone down and the creatures/people of the night come out to play. At night he's the guy lurking in the red lights of the clubs scouting for a fun looking guy to hang with. Once he finds such a guy he'll keep his eyes on him and not loose sight of the guy.

Around people he's quiet and almost shy but he has that aura of mystery about him that attracts all kinds of people. When night falls he's the avid "druggie" searching desperately for his "drug dealer" someone to dish out the pain he loves to feel.

001. PARENT ONE• Jaddok, Ice Road Trucker
002. PARENT TWO• Isabella, Registered Nurse (diseased)
003. SIBLINGS• None
004. PETS• None
005. HISTORY OVERVIEW•

Growing up Matt learned to take care of himself at a young age. His mother died five short hours after giving birth to him and his father considered taking care of a smelly baby a hassle he wasn't going to put up with.

Jaddok's history-
Has been an Ice road trucker since age 20. His father died in an accident and Jaddok took his father's job immediately. His childhood was horrible and he never talked about it. Because of this horrid past he has treated Matt with disconcern and all but disowned him. This may be part of the reason matt is the way he is today.

Isabella's History-
Has been a registered nurse from age 26-35. She gave birth to matt ending her life tragically. She grew up in a sheltered house with strict rules. As soon as she moved out on her own she got into partying but still focused on school and got her degrees and PhD's in the medical field.

Matt was passed from babysitter to babysitter until he was six years old. At this time his father decided it was a waste of money to pay someone to care for a child who was able to care for themselves. He began leaving matt in the care of the next door neighbor as far as school matters were concerned and otherwise left matt to fend for himself most of his life. Jaddok would leave a long list of chores each week before he left on his job. If Matt failed to complete the list of chores by the time he got home Matt got beaten. Matt often didn't get the chores finished so he adapted to being beaten on a regular biases. Thus his addiction to pain started to developed.

In his teens matt started to stay away from people. He feared his addiction weird and didn't want to be pegged by bullies. However this tactic didn't work. He was targeted daily. He soon learned many forms of pain and grew to love them all. Certain boys around the school yard took notice and by the age of 14 Matt was the school's plaything. He started to rebel against these treatings on his 17th birthday. He moved out of his father's house and found a place of his own. He dropped out of school and got a job and has been independent ever since. He has no plans for the future and mostly he lives for nightfall.

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001. ANYTHING ELSE?• Well here goes my first attempt at a RPG sight with a word minimum rule. Wish me luck!
002. ROLE PLAY SAMPLE•

Not the actual character

Suichi looked anxiously out the planes window as it descended down onto the runway. He was practically bouncing in his seat. The Sky's were slightly Grey and cloudy but his mood was bright and cheery.

"Come on Come on land open the doors!" he whispered to himself. He had never liked flying alone and wanted to get near people again.

Finally the doors to the plane opened and he rushed off. He caught his carry on bag and grabbed his small luggage bag from one of the odd worker guys. He ran into the station meeting with the informer of this job.



A few hours later he was in a taxi on his way to the outskirts of London. He'd been told next to nothing. And once again he was alone. He slouched in the back of the taxi with a frown on his pouting face. Even his hair seemed to be out of the weather. It was darker and slightly messed from his laying down and moving on the seat so much. When the taxi finally let him out and left. He was utterly alone. He looked around the drop off sight.

"Spooky"

He whispered as he slung his bags over his shoulders. He looked at the building, new looking, metal and very lonely. There was grass and a tree I the back and concrete and tar on the front lot making up the parking lot and walkway. A business trying to look like a home..or vise versa. Either way he didn't like it. He started up the walk and into the building. There wasn't a soul in side. Only a desk with a key and a note telling him his room and to wait for someone to get him. He started to his room to wait.

The room was completely grey...sleepy grey. He flopped on the bed and was out immediately.