welcome to northhardings, pennsylvania!
northhadings and aronsburg having been fighting for years over everything. mostly revolving around the two the high schools. from sports titles, to beauty queens they fight to win. rivalry week has always been big one week before each school's homecoming game. vandalize the school, kidnap the mascot, or destroy the quarterback's car, both schools will do it. spirit is high from everyone in each school and they're all very competitive. whether they choose to continue rivalry week this year is unknown. it would be pointless since they're school mates this year.
but a simple earthquake couldn't beat down years of rivalry could it?
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 mathew elias fortinbras collinsis a(n) northhardingshigh school student. LOOK DOWN YOUR STREET FOR ME . hey, i'm filipa, and i'm 17 years of age. i've
been roleplaying for five years and i found this lovely site
through red carpet & rebellion. you can contact me on pm as
well as brain wave. i'm also
in charge of santa claus.
I'M ALONE BUT I'M NOT LONELY .
hey, my name is mathew elias fortinbras collins , pleased to meet you. although
most of my friends call me matt or eli. i was born on the
25th of November and i'm seventeen years old. i have dirty blonde
hair and green eyes, and everyone seems too notice my incredibly handsome smile that makes them swoon.
people say that i look a lot like jensen ackles.
my ancestors come from russia, france & america. maybe that's
where i get my looks! i'm pretty sure that heterossexuality is the thing for me
MAYBE IT'S THIS THING IN MY CHEST . some of my favourite things are: sports, soccer, football, running, cars, mechanics, reading, shakespear, drinking, getting his way, my little sister, animals, peace, friendly people, easy going people, having a nice time, going out, driving, swimming, suprises, playing videogames, rain, thunders, music, playing the piano, coke, beer, my friends, architecture, turisms, the though of owning his own hotel/inn one day, intelligence, creative writing, feeling content.
but i tend to hate: being inturrupted, bitches, when people get too worked up over a joke, overly clingy girls, being asked the same question a billion times, being lied too, onions, guys hitting on my baby sister, much trouble over nothing, being manipulated, people sticking their nose in his buisness, being dragged into the hole super competitive rush that has been going on, being picked on, losing, obssesive people.
i think i'm pretty cool, seeing as: protective, rather witty and funny, laid back, positive, energetic & smart. some people say i'm:
irresponsible, tactless, blindly optimistic, careless of objects and sometimes of other people's feelings, often too relaxed over things, impulsive, hurtful, overly proud.
you know i have this terrible habit of licking my lip when I'm amused, eating when frustrated or nervous, also, when nervous I tend to drink anything and everything I find in a 10 mile reach of my body, just to keep my hands occupied, silent treating people when I'm pissed off, drinking milk form the box, using sports as an escape plan, running everyday, playing with my car when I'm free ( everyday ).
when i'm in that mood i like pretty hair, nice smile & able to have a conversation. Ah, good taste in music, good team spirt and sense of humor. and just so
you know, overly clingyness, too many friends to remembe rthe names, overly chatty & firecracker temper totally kill the mood!
i don't like to tell people that roaches will eat me, seriously. Also, chocking, tight spaces and never going anywhere with my life scare the living
shit out of me. but you know i have plans, one day i'll own my own hotel/inn or both, graduate and go to college, also, travelling around the world in a kickass car would be fantastic
if i, or someone else, was asked to describe myself
i guess it would go something like this:
Most people would say Mathew is the nicest guy they've ever meet, and well, they're probably very right. Although he wouldn't go as far as say the nicest, because he's not that self confident. Ah, well, not that much, but almost. It's not that he's cocky, but he knows what he is and what he wants, and self confidence was never something he lacked, it always came quite naturally. He does have moments he doubts himself, but one night of sleep and a couple of beers before it, and the following morning, he's fresh and ready totake on the world. Oddly, he hardly ever comes across as being cocky, and hardly anyone has ever discussed his lack of modesty, simply, because, it's not an issue with him. He doesn't percieve himself as being king of anything or anyone, and he doesn't impose his own person on to others, but he stands solid on his own ground. Solid. Good word for Mathew, he's a solid type of guy, at least in friendships, because he's pretty much a very regular guy, not much into great outbursts of weirdness. Plain and simple, he does his own thing, and if you don't like, ah well, that's too bad. Nice isn't the same as sheep.
He's main trait is his over bearing optimism towards life and people. He doens't stress out and he doesn't work himself up over almost anything. He just stands there, and says some witty comment, hoping everything will blow over. Of course this worked fine until he was 15 or 16, but after that, things started getting a little too 'everything is fine' for most people. He simply doesn't budge and worry. He has an almost irritating... not sratch that, he's so calm that he becomes irritating. But of course, when he gets angry, you know he's probably going to kick who ever stands in his way. Suprisingly impulsive, he's not exactly someone who feels anger or jelousy often, but when he does, he pretty much takes it overboard. Fiercely protective of his little sister and his own things, he pretty much will punch you out of his territory. No, the bad ass look isn't just for kicks. He's not the bad ass dude in the usual sense, and no he doesn't flip you off if you look at him the wrong way, but he will flipp you off if you start getting on his nerves, which if you do, congradulations. Generally, he's not one for small talk, but he's quite easy goinf, so he'll out up with it for as long as he can without arranging some excuse to leave. See, how sweet of him, right?
One would think that he, being a jock and all, wouldn't be particularly bright. Well, one would think wrong. He's not running up for Valectorian anytime soon, but he knows his stuff and his way around school. he skips, like most students, but he has little trouble in catchign up with what he misses when he's too busy or lazy to moved towards the classroom. He's more physical and practical then theoretical, but he has a flare for buisness, and if you get him talking over what he wants to do in the future, be sure you bring a chair, because he'll tell you all about how brilliant his hotel or inn will be. Energetic and a go getter, he's rather persistent, but knows when to call it quits. He's not exactly Mr.Competitive, and his relaxed attitude earns him quite a lot of fans and friends. He's a reasonabley popular guy, not really for his looks, although he does stand out in that side of life, but mainly because he's a genuinely attractive guy. With a serious and silent thing going on, he has the type of smile that makes girls swoon at him with a simple flash of his pearly whites. Matt... he's not exactly all he seems, and even taht's an understatement since he doesn't even come across clearly whe n you meet him for the furst times. Relaxed to a point of carelessness, he may be rather nice and cool, but he also starts to show a rather independent and emotionally irresponsible side when things start to evolve. He's a good boyfriend but you have to understand that he moves his own way, and despite being seemingly very easy going and versitile, he's actually quite narrow minded when it comes to getting his own way. He doesn't buttheads, he does it and that's the end of discussion.
Alright, maybe not always like that, but most of the time. He does open exceptions, for his little sister and a few friends. Few, being the keywords. Next, sarcasm and irnoy are his second and thrid languages, and he speaks it fluently. He makes fun of everything and everyone in his own mind, and people wonder why he seems to smirk all the time. His rather vast sense of humor helps him get on people's good graces, and makes up for his lack of talent in elequence. He's btoh patient and impatient. How? Simple. He can wait for half his lfie for what he wants but he won't wait more then five minutes for you. Rather restless, his need for movement is why he's in almost all sports in school, and why he's the soccer team captain, because running is like breathing to him. Sports matter, no matter what the bookworms say. He's not someone who pays much attention to stereotype,s but he does tend to get along better with his teammates, and people who hang out at the pub at night. He has a dislike for the cheerleaders, well, at least the stupid ones, and nothing pisses him off faster, pay attention people, then people who act so incredibly loud and bubbly to get attention. And dare to call it personality, and you'll get into an eternal ramble on how that's actually an attempt at a personality not an actual personality.
Not someone who has crushes much, he hardly ever falls for any girl, so his list of conquests isn't as big as it could be. He simple doesn't think it's worth the trouble, and that romance for the sake of romance is cheap. He likes girls, don't get him wrong, he does. But he's not easily impressed, and a pretty smile won't do that much for you. But he's the type of guy who likes it at first fight, and goes after it, or her, in this case. Once impressed, he won't think twice about getting what he wants, not to the point of making a fool out of himself. Although it has happened before. A good guy with a gold heart, he likes girls that move their own way, and who make his head spin, and you don't have to be some wild flower to do so. Msic, also, music matters. He's a crazy music fan, he has a billion t-shirts from a billion concerts, and he goes to any concert he can, and is a classic music fan, especially the paino, which he plays every since he was five years old. It's sort of like his hidden talent, you know? He loveas it, and he doens't share this with just anyone, and hearing him play is a rare privilige. He's very personal, and intimite, but when he gives in, he gives it all, so he's quite easily bruised with emotional affairs. So, I guess, he's actually quite emotional, in the end. Not that he'll show it, anyway. He'll shrug it off with a grin and a joke, and yes, he has been known for being a little emotion scared, but hey, he makes you laugh, so what?
YOU DON'T MAKE IT EASY BABE . i was born to Carolyn Janice Kennedy-Collins and Robert Mathew Collins
in Northhardings, Pennsylvania. it was okay, because my mother was a
taxi driver and my dad was a lawyer. as for siblings, i've
got one of them, and here's a little bit about them:and if my life were an autobiography on the new york best seller's list,
then my book would probably go something like this:
Robert was, well, the poster child for sucess. He graduated a year early from highschool, popular, a little on the naive side, but never the less a cool guy. He got into an Ivy league school and majored in Law School, and moved on to bigger and better things then his previous life in some lost town in the middle of Alabama, from a middle-lower class family. Behind his slightly weak and emotional side, there was a go getter and amitious person who got what he wanted, when he wanted, the way he wanted, no questions asked. It was one day, after leaving his job, his frist job, in a small but already bloosoming lawfirm in Dalas, that he enetred a taxi, and his life was turned up side down. Driving the taxi, was the taxi driver's daughter, Carolyn. Well, Carolyn was hardly anything like the ambitious go getter she was driving to the airport. Where the guy in the back seat was tall, well built yes, but with an aura of innocence that almost blew her mind away when she realzied he was some power laywer in the making, with short brown hair and pale blue eyes, she was a small but quite energetic girl, with not as much brains but twice the charisma, with long dirty blonde hair and beautiful green eyes. The couple, well couple in the making, first pretty much ignored each other, each thinking of their own buisness, until she switched the radio and realized she was half way through missing her favorite baseball team. While she eagerly listenned and payed attention to the slow trafic, Robert snorted in the back seat. Baseball, he asked, with a tone of mockery in his voice, that's not a real sport. That's like a mock up version of a sport next to soccer.
What happened next isn't clear, since Carolyn says she turned around and started yelling at the man in the fancy suit, with her baseball cap on her hair, shining loud and clear, while Robert says that he totally knocked her socks off with his brilliant arguments. No matter, the result was the same. The two ended up in the airport coffe place, discussing over two coffes (hot & simple, sugary & with milk, don't ask ). She was originally from Northhardings, but after her parents had divroced she moved with her dad to Dalas, and went to college there. She had become a taxi driver after her father had gotten ill three motnhs ago, but was getting a little tiered of the driving around, well, at least everyday, since she pretty much loved driving, something she passed on to her baby boy, thatw as born somewhere three years later. On the 25 of November, Mathew Elias Fortinbras Collins was born. Many, well not many becase he rarely ever speaks about his name, have wondered why on earth he's named Fortinbras. Simple, his mom was an English major in school, with a particular love for Shakespear. The stuff that awesome is made off, right? So, that why the Collins siblings both have some Shakespear hint on their names, but Matt prefers to keep that in the family. Three years after he was born, his abby sister came along, and Carolyn discovered that after a complicated birth, she couldn't have any more children, which pretty much broke her heart.
Mathew had a very good childhood, up to a point. Being born at his grandparents house, he moved to Dalas at the age of three, to come back at the age of five. While his mother was an attentive mother, sweet and caring, his father was hardly ever home, but hey, that's about the same as saying normal family issues, nowadays, right? Carolyn fially had enough of raising her children alone, even if it was in a fancy house, and moved back to her home town, elaving her husband with the ultimatium. You either come in three days or you don't come at all. Four days later, typical, Ropbert shows up at their doorstep, with the keys for their enw home, on the fancy street of Northhardings. Slightly relecutant, but for the sake of peace, Carolyn grabbed the few stuff she had brought, and the kids, and the family moved to their new house. Mathew doens't remember much of Dalas, and doesn't really feel like he misses it, and he likes living in Northhardings. He grew up with little complications, being a smart kid and generally independent, he never really needed anyone's help at anything, and if he did, he wouldn't have asked for it, as he doesn't now.
The birth of his sister and the first few years of their relationship, took a strong influence on his personality, and developed his protactive side, as well as his bossy side. It's the way I say it is, no arguemnts. Taking after both his father and mother, he grew up quite the bossy pants, and the expression terrible 2 and tyrannical 3 was invented for him. He eventually grew out of it by the time he went to school, at the age of six, and made some friends that helped him calm down his bossy self. He liked school, but he never really saw it as something that made him tick. What did make him tick back then and now, was his good oil'piano. He started getting lessons at the age of five, after seeing a kid on TV, a three year old imagine that, playing a kick ass tune. He dragged his mother to a school, and threw a fit until he was sitting in front of the piano. Of course he didn't become brilliant just like that, and the costant practice and the frustation of not being the best in class in a second was also something that eased him temper, and made him work for it. Nowadays he still plays and is still in school, and has even though of Julliard, but the music buisness just isn't for him.
In fact, what is for his, is actually, the hotel buisness. After watching a prgram on the History Channel on the history of hotels, at the age of ten, he became quite dazzled by it, and his young mind was bewitched by the pictures of fancy women in fancy dressed, drinking champagne, and swooning over him as he walked into a large, beautifuly decorated room as if he owned the place. Because, well, in his fantasyu, he really did. With a knack for buisness,a nd a sharp mind to catch up on and being naturally charming, he really does see his future in hotels, and can't waint until he can go to buisness school. As for loves, he prefers not to discuss it much. He's never been so heartbroken he couldn't walk or anything, but he's been close. The girl that took his heart is one of his classmates at school, and they were together for about four motnhs until she said he was getting too atatched to her, and flipped him off with a careless kiss on the chick. No need to say it hurt like hell, and he still can't walk past her without feeling a sting of anger in his chest, but he's working through that. Honestly, right now, all he wants is his car, because yes his mother has taugh him all about mehacnics and cars, and a nice beer with some nice friends. Girls, well, they're fine but despensible.
I FEEL I'M OWED SOME JOY . i want my member title to be super hero. as for a sample of what i can offer, well,
here you go: The fresh night breeze that twirled around New York city made no diference for the 19 year old that walked slowly through the big, white, plastic tents with his hands in the pockets of his raggy jeans. He wasn't bothered by cold, and afteer growing up in a place like England, that sort of cold was pretty much a given fact for him all the time. With a long sleeved button down shirt, rolled up to his sleeves, and a green t-shirt contrasting the whiteness of the button up shirt, he looked rather casual, and low key, as he walked by the variety of musicians. It was still early in the night, and in fact it wasn't properly night yet. Beyond the horizont you could still see a setting sun, slowly fadding away into the background, the gradually darkening sky with resistent orange and yellowish stripes around the end, just above the sun that went down. While his band mates stayed inside their trailler, which was being payed by their parents, Perce had decided to go for a walk, in a spur of the moment thing. He could have gone straight to the rovk tent, one of his favorite songs was actually playing, but, he dismissed that though as his legs moved on their own towards uncharted waters. He was walking around aimlessly, his eyes gazing at unknown people with weird hair dos and funny clotheing, more out of habit then because he actually cared to notice. He felt tiered and jet lagged, and home sick. They had been travelling for two motnhs now, and he felt hungry every time he though of his mother's food. He felt sad because he knew he was missing on his brothers fighting and he knew his sister had recently been asked for her first date. Of course she was far too young, but oddly, out of all the Bridge siblings, she was actually the one who looked older then her actual age.
He snapped out of his thoughts when his body melt someone else. He looked at the tall, tall man with a large afro and mumbled a polite apology, and looked around. He took a few seconds to realzie that he was actually in the jazz tent, and he half smiled. Everyone aroud him looked rather relaxed and/or deep into conversation, with a somewhat calm look on their face. The song that was playing was calm and relaxing, and espite not knowing the first thing about jazz, he liked it instantly. He walked in, feeling a little out a place. He hardly ever heard jazz, and when he did, he'd quickly change the radio station, not for dislking it, it simply wasn't his thing. And now around him, people that seemed to pop up from every corner of the world, even if there were less then 100 people in a tent that would carry 1200, he felt as if he had entered an alternative universe. Around him, most people were older, and better dressed, and he regreted using his old, dark but almost clear from washing jeans, and his casual upper attire. His shoes dragged themselves on his feet, the orange of the converse's already fadding into a plae salmon of some sort. He knew no one, not a single soul on that tent.
Walking to the bar, he sat on the black plastic benches, and asked for a coke. he didn't feel like drinking much, and besides, coffe could kill his sleeping chances, even if it usually didn't, and he wanted too sleep badly. They had arrived in New York city three days ago, and the three days had been divided with getting comfy in the trailler, getting their things ready, writing up new material, preparing for the gig, getting details set, talking to the label, and he still wasn't 100% menatlzied that they were about to close a deal. A deal... a deal! He took a sip of his coke, and looked around. A good looking lady, rounding about 30's something laughed loudly, and threw her black curls to ther back, as the man in front of her smiled at her with a teasing glint in his eyes. Despite being an "almost-adult" in maturity, still, watching peopleflirt like that still amde him grin like an idiot. Concealing his grin with another sip, he kept looking around trying to find something he wasn't quite sure what. He twitched his lips, as his mind absenty midley registered everything around him slowly, his legs feeling a little numb and almost sleepy. -------------------------------------------------------------- category titles are from JOSH RITTER lyrics. this character template was created by AND THE WINNDER IS... of WHITE PAGES, although heavily influenced by the JENN AND JOSH (kokamino) productions. do not take off CREDIT only the creator may do so. no redistribution WITHOUT credit or a link
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