Post by joseph on Aug 7, 2009 15:53:56 GMT -5
Joseph Gerard Matthews
Nicknames:Joe
Alias[es]:I prefer Mr. Matthews.
Age:28
Physical Appearance:
Joseph’s appearance consists of him being about 5’11, not too tall and not too short, and having a slender build. He doesn’t eat much, just because he likes his build and tries to keep himself at a decent weight, so there’s no reason for him to gain too much weight and he’s highly active, seeing as he sees a strange passion for dancing though he rather no one watched him perform. He’s actually pretty strong seeing how small he is but most of his strength comes from getting exercise from dancing so it lies in his legs.
He carries around a small pocket knife, used for slitting throats when one of those attacks hits him. In a holster inside his jacket pocket he carries a Mauser C96 without stock which he keeps loaded for protection. A present from his dad. Though, he doesn’t really need the gun seeing as he is pretty agile and could get away from an attacker, though he is usually the one attacking, if he needed too or he could stay and fight, dancing, in some places, can be a fighting style.
His skin is of a faint caramel color, seeing as he is African American, and is fairly smooth with no blemishes to be seen. His hair is long and wooly, soft and easily combed. It is naturally curly and black. He has a calm face and a prized smile. He has a sort of charm that makes him look friendly but he’s… not so much. He usually keeps it in a neat ponytail not liking to style it to much. If his eyes could be seen, people would see the icy blue orbs that Joseph would rather hide. They are also of an almond shape. He hides them behind a fedora hat as he does most of the upper half of his face. He has one of these hats in every color to match the many suits that he has. He’d rather not take it off due to him having a Social Anxiety Disorder.
Joseph has a fetish for suits particularly white ones. His outfits consist mainly of them, though they might not be in the glory that they once were because of all that has happened but not too much is changed about them. He keeps his appearance up well.
Distinguishing Marks:
He doesn’t like for his skin to have flaws so he takes pretty good care of it. He can’t seem to get rid of the one going from his shoulder to his forearm. It was a pretty deep gash and came from him trying to get away from his home when it started to fall apart. A large sharpened piece of rubble fell near him as he was running causing him to run into it.
Played By: Michael Jackson
Strengths:
- Good with a small knife- He’s no swordsman when it comes to a blade but he’s pretty good at getting a good slice in here and there. He aims for the most vital of organs, his favorite place being the neck.
- Excellent marksman- He usually never misses a shot and can hit a target many feet away.
- Quite Agile- If he can’t do anything else, he can run. He has good stamina making him be able to run for a while.
- Dancing- He’s pretty good at dancing and he sometimes put this into hand to hand combat.
- Charisma- He looks like a reasonable and stable young man but…
Weaknesses:
- Physical Strength- He doesn’t have too much of it seeing as he is somewhat small. He’s about average on strength compared to a man.
- Clumsy-Who needs enemies when you’ve got yourself? Joseph is often tripping over things if it’s nothing but his own two feet.
- Vain-He thinks very highly of himself and looks down on a lot of people. He hates to be talked bad about and can be easily angered if someone is to do so.
- Attention-If something is not pertaining to him or something of his interest he’ll usually lose focus and ignore the person or interrupt them to tell them that he doesn’t care.
- Social Anxiety Disorder- He doesn’t like to make eye contact with anyone and he doesn’t like for people to look at him. He hates physical contact and tries to avoid it whenever possible.
Personality Traits:
x. Joseph is normally quiet and keeps to himself. He is a great listener even though he loses interest very easy, the reason behind this is because even when you think he’s zoned out he’s still listening, taking in everything you have to say, unless of course he’s interrupted you to tell you how meaningless what you have to say is. He doesn’t like to talk about himself much making him a bit of an enigma. When he does speak, he has a soft rather unintimidating tone that gives him the appearance of being soft and easily tamed, which is, of course, not true.
x. Joseph thinks highly of himself and of no one else really but himself. He could care less what you have to say about you all he wants to here about is him, him, him. He’s a bit of a metro sexual when it comes to getting ready or appearance in general. He could spend just as much time in the mirror as a normal teenage girl would. He can’t go out just looking any kind of way and doesn’t like to see one hair out of place. He’d rather stay in than go out looking any kind of way even if his fortune and such is locked and what he does have is diminishing. He’s conceded and knows better than what people have to say about him, that is if it’s something mean. When he does get a complement he may smile and keep going but he’s thinking that he already knew and you’re not telling him anything special. He doesn’t look snooty or anything, he looks like a happy young man.
x. He has a habit of ignoring people who may be of lesser standards and usually doesn’t have anything nice to say. To his friends, when he had friends, he was kind. If that’s what you want to call it and he can act like a nice young man to get his way. He’s very good at that, being manipulative to get what he wants. He can have an attitude but it’s rare for him to raise his voice. He’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind.
x. Joseph may seem tough but he’s always looking down or away from people. He tries his best not to make eye contact because he hates the feeling he gets from his hand trembling followed by the blackout and not remembering what happened. If his hat is removed he will look the other way or close his eyes until he feels comfortable that he won’t make eye contact with anyone.
x. Joseph is like a different person when he blacks out. He’s sinister and ready to strike whoever bothered him. He only gets like this when there is too much physical contact or someone has made eye contact with him or looked at him wrong. He’s not easily pulled out of this until he’s finished his deed and is usually confused afterwards. Like this, he’ll speak in a series of sinister growls but doesn’t have much to say. He’ll attack anyone that tries to stop him until he is out of stamina or regains his stability.
Secret(s/)Motive(s): He has a deep problem with people looking at him and may lose his sense when someone does for too long or in a certain way. This is because of a Social Anxiety Disorder which causes him to have a panic attack whenever someone tries to make eye contact with him. He was never treated for it so a cause was never known and he always tried to keep it under wraps not sure of what it was. A warning sign of one of his panic attacks starts with a trembling of his hands followed by the attack.
Family Members:
Andre Matthews –My father, the handsome brute, he was kind, at least to my mom and I-
Sandra Matthews –My mother, as loving and beautiful as always-
Rachael Matthews- My witch of a sister, I hated her as much as she hated me-
Partners: No one
History:
Childhood-Joseph was born on November 20, to Andre and Sandra Matthews. His older sister was not happy to know that she had a baby brother coming along and planned to make this baby’s life miserable. As a baby, he was quiet and never really cried much because for one, he always got what he wanted. He was always in somebody’s arms, whether it be his family, family friends, or someone who might have worked for his father. He did cry whenever someone put him down.
His sister loved to put him down, hard. She was constantly dropping him when no one was looking and on purpose. He cried and she would get in trouble but she would always come back and do it again. When he got some teeth, he started biting. That was his self defense as a baby and his sister learned the hard way. Eventually she stopped picking him up and thought of other ways to mess with him.
As he grew up, Joseph, and his sister, got everything they wanted and he and his sister always fought. She would come out with multiple bite marks and he would come out with bruises. They were constantly scolded but his sister didn’t care. She continued to bother him and annoy him and he continued to try and he continued to fight her. His father was never really there because he had a nice job at one of Gotham’s banks. Joseph and Rachael were home schooled and most of their friends were friends of the family or people they met through friends of the family.
Social Anxiety Disorder- Before he was dropped around, Rachael used to make faces at him and they weren’t cute. As a baby, the faces she made would scare the mess outta him. He learned to stop looking at her and was soon afraid to make eye contact with anyone. He didn’t go off like he does now but he did tremble. He had also been traumatized by her dropping him so much and didn’t like for anyone to pick him up or even touch him. After a while the condition worsened and he began to get urges, or angry, whenever someone was to look his way or touch him.
Teenager- As a teenager he had made himself learn to look the other way or not look up at all. He didn’t like the feeling he got whenever he saw someone eyeing him or someone brush up against him. He had a lot to occupy his time. Always having someone to hang out with or somewhere to go. He was pretty happy until these kids decided it would be fun to steal the rich kid’s hat. The kids themselves were not wealthy and annoyed by the way the higher ups treated them. Joseph was stunned at first as the kids laughed and mocked them and finally he attacked them pulling out his pocket knife and preparing to stab the one who took his hat.
He was pulled from the boy who was as stunned as Joseph when he took his hat. His friends promised not to tell and no one would believe the kids. From then on everybody knew no to take his hat.
Adulthood- Joseph planned on taking his father’s place at the bank while his father retired and collected on investments. He walked heavily in his father’s footsteps and his father was proud of him He was smart and had a few years of college under his belt but all was ruined when the earthquake came. His parents, and sister, were separated from him after his sister claimed that he was dead. She saw the rubble of the house falling and the piece that almost got him. He was knocked unconscious and his sister told his parents that he had been crushed in the rubble.
They had no choice but to believe her because they had to get out of Gotham though there were efforts to return. They couldn’t get back to him and he was left alone in their crumbled home. He awakened in Arkham Asylum in nothing but the formal cloths of the place, a white shirt and some jeans. He wasn’t there long seeing as everyone else seemed to be pushing past the guards, he got with the right crowd and they made their way out pushing past the guards while Joseph made a break for it.
He made his way back home where the house still stood with a many rooms still intact. The upstairs parts of the house, attic a few bedrooms, were mainly damaged. Parts of his room where left standing and he scavenged everything he could from it. His wardrobe! He was ecstatic to see it still intact. A large safe was located in his parents’ room. It contained things of their wealth. It had been tampered with but no one had seemed to be able to get into it. He knew the code and the things inside would be what he lived off of. His bank account had always been on hold until he reached a certain age. He had hoped that he was of age but to no luck, but it hadn’t been deleted. It seems that his parents had had hope for him.
Now- Having met up with a girl named Jolie, Gotham doesn’t seem as lonely as it was after the earthquake. He calls her a friend and sticks around her often. He doesn’t seem to have a problem with her removing his hat or looking at him. Besides being with her he likes to wonder but doesn’t want to move from his old house in old Gotham. There are rooms still intact and some of the things still seem to be working.
Your Name: Anne
Age: 18
Means of contact:melancholy_emo_Xx@hotmail.com
Passphrase: Admin Edit
Roleplay example:
Step one, two. He played over in his head as he walked down the damaged streets of Gotham. This was his way of concentrating on not running in to anyone who may have walked too close. The brim of his hat covered his eyes and kept the sun from hitting him in them as he continued on to a destination unknown. He never saw the faces of the people he passed only their person from the neck down. This was fine with him… he hoped they never saw his face. He headed towards the street and was about to cross when a large grubby looking man ran into him. Stumbling, he glared at the man from under his hat.
“Watch it, bub.” The man said drunkenly as he kept walking.
His hand trembled but, he collected himself and continued on across the street. The streets were damaged and cracked and was no place for Joseph. As clumsy as he was, he didn’t know why he ever headed here. He was surprised that he hadn’t tripped over anything and was paying particular close attention to his feet that’s when he ran smack dab into some rather tall… and intimidating young man. He, of course, fell flat on his back. He made sure not to look him in the face but, if he had tried, it would have been rather difficult to do so from the ground. The man towered over him as he tried to stand.
A growl arose from the man’s throat as he waited for Joseph to stand planning on pushing him back down. He bent down slowly as Joseph stood.
“You better watch where you’re going,” He said as he pushed him back down onto his back.
Joseph’s hat fell slowly to the ground as a gust of wind blew it around for a second before finally letting it land. He reached around for it in a panic before the tall brute decided it would look better under his foot. He stepped on it twisting his feet around so as to push it into the rubble. The slightly unstable boy’s hands began to tremble and he crossed his arms trying to suppress them and closed his eyes as he tried to make it go away. His hat then hit him in his chest, mangled and dirty and he immediately looked to it before glaring up at the man, his stare cold.
“What are you gonna do?” The man said as he started to walk away.
A panic attack, followed by a black out; Joseph awoke to see his white suit covered in the man’s blood. He frowned, “Of all the days… Blood stains never come out.” He sighed as he looked to the man in disgust. He could never remember doing such things and didn’t know how he had the stomach to. Cops did not come around as much as they used too seeing as it was so much crime in other places, regardless Joseph didn’t wander around anymore. He quickly turned and headed towards his home making eye contact with no one.
