Post by matttrimble on Dec 29, 2011 16:09:07 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #131313;,true][cs=2] MATT JOSHUA TRIMBLE  | |
| [atrb=width,150] nickname Matty birthday 18/03/1991 place of birth Toronto, Canada gender male | [atrb=width,150] sexuality heterosexual nationality canadian membergroup transplant play by josh hutcherson |
| [cs=2] likes: reading, video games, animals, fishing, eating, the outdoors, swimming, fashion (he's not a designer or anything, he just dresses well), writing, dancing in his underwear.. singing to Madonna when no one is looking.., fireworks, indie music / the classics / a certain liking for madonna, cuddling, romantic movies, electric blankets. dislikes: talking to others, school, being stared at, having his shirt off, spiders, mean guys, trashy girls, smokers, birds, people who talk too loud in public. personality: shy, awkward, fragile, very sweet, curious, inexperienced, wholesome, laid-back, emotional, funny, dork, video-game junkie, slob, passionate, caring. family: mother - delia trimble - 52 - art teacher father - michael trimble - 54 - unknown residence brother - zachery trimble - 18 - unknown residence history: Matt has had a pretty plain, and unrewarding past. That's canada for you- haha, I kid. On a serious note, Matt has always been a loner. At the ripe age of four, his father left with his younger brother, Zachery. His best friend at the time being. It was just your average divorce, his father wasn't abusive, or a crack-head. His parents just simply didn't work out, atleast that's what he was told. The court awarded his father one son, and his mom the other. There wasn't much else left to it. Visits went on throughout Zachery and Matt's tween years, but once they hit highschool, contact diminished big-time. Puberty without a father's guidance was difficult, and awfully awkward. Matt just didn't know what was going on, and he was bullied heavily for such lack of confidence. He'd wear his gym clothes under his normal clothes so he wouldn't have to show skin. He even tried his mom's make-up to cover up those awful shiners. His mother was out quite alot with friends.. and who knows who else. All Matt did was study, eat, sleep, cry, and well.. we'll leave the last two to your beautiful imagination. Almost the very instant he graduated lovely highschool, Matt began work. He found work whenever, and wherever he could. He finally started making friends, and Matt the turtle slowly began to poke out of his shell. He even got a girlfriend for one whole week! Things were looking up, and money was flowing. Until one day, he gazed about the barren lands of Canada, and decided it wasn't for him. Three months later, here he is. Sapphire Bay. For some reason. He's barely got a grasp on American culture, and is certainly feeling as awkward as ever. Atleast the whole Matt the turtle thing will fit with the scenery. Y'know.. beaches.. turtles.. ok. syd - 17 - one year The muggy soil beneath urged his step quicker. The night, it was at its peak. When the sumptuous scenery turned to the nether. Eurick was out of his element. Out in the cold doom-lands, weaving through thin, weakly trees. He jerked to a stop. A melancholy howl expanded through the air. Electricity trickled down his spine. The only visible sight was his own breath dancing before him. Sprint. Eurick dashed. Fear had never ate at his conscious before, but somehow he sensed that certain something. That twinge of realization, before you died. He ran for a good three minutes, then once again paused, to listen. The twinge hadn't returned, but he remained alert. Eurick was highly attuned, very keen. Trained to be a fine hunter he was. Fought against far bigger creatures than himself with a group, and won without a single word muttered- he'd done it. The howl replayed into his ears. Though before he could act, strong scents blossomed through-on to his attention. His eyes narrowed, murderous in manner. Two canines, dead ahead. At this time of night, he was undoubtedly curious. So he trudged on, impulse the only force taking lead. Soon enough, there they stood. A female, a male. Both suspicious, both very large and imposing. Eurick bowed his head in respect, and stood squarely before them. The same keen eyes that were so used to evaluating attack marks, were now evaluating souls. Those murderous eyes. " You two. I ask. Share with a peaceful soul as myself, what troubles you? " |
His thoughts trailed to that of what he'd been planning for nearly all his time away from man. To form an alliance. To grow rich in respect, food, and fame. To help souls as such before him make a living for themselves, just as he desired for his own sake. Perhaps, the gods above willed the canine to draw him nearer. A chance, a break-through. Eurick had to take it.
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