Matthew Elijah Williams || Canada

Matthew Elijah Williams || Canada Sept 20, 2014 10:26:58 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2014 10:26:58 GMT -8

Matthew Elijah Williams

And we don't know how,
How we got into this mad situation,
Only doing things out of frustration.
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard.

- The Script

CODE NAME: Markus

Male

Twenty Six

Homosexual

Canadian

Student/Programmer

Agent

Physical

Five Foot Ten

One Forty Pounds

Blond

Blue

Fair

Lithe

Personal

Positive

Negative

Personality

Matthew is one of those guys who has a heart of gold. He is kind and considerate, and is willing to help on the drop of a dime, even if it is rather inconvenient. He wants to ensure the people around him are healthy and safe, and above all, happy. He provides a listening ear when times get tough, and a shoulder to cry on; albeit it does make him feel awkward, but he will not leave one to their own devices if they're having a rather rough time. On the flip side, he has trouble going to people when he needs those things himself, as he likes to not need to rely on anyone. He can get rather withdrawn when he is silently suffering from something, and that is one of the clearest signs to find how he is doing.

Sure, he is more on the quiet side, and prefers small crowds as opposed to large groups, but that does not mean he doesn't like to talk. He has things to say, and ever since he figured out how to talk and his hearing was figured out, he will engage in discussion, even with a complete stranger. He will start tiny small talk while waiting in line for his coffee, or offer a polite smile while walking past, and those are just little things that he cannot help, and they are the tiny things that usually draw people in. His personable nature, his kind words, and encouraging smile, they are things he is known for, even if people do not know his name, and it makes him happy to over hear some of the kind words people passing by will say about even the tiniest things he subconsciously does.

But while there are many positives about him, he does have negatives, and one of the major ones is his paranoia. Even when words are kind, he does have the nagging in the back of his head that they are secretly dissing him, and it makes him wary, cautious. So even if he appears friendly, he is uncertain, watchful, waiting to see if there are underlying thoughts the other may have. This spawned from his trouble in school, and even if he has since dealt and accepted the problems that happened, he is and likely will always be plagued by the feeling he is doing something wrong, and being judged.

When angry, he seems to have two different modes. He either goes completely silent, and silently fumes; or he gets very verbal. Thankfully, he would never ever dare lay a hand on anyone, so the worst they will get are harsh, honest words, or death glares. He does usually have a handle on his temper, but he is only human, and with the massive amounts of stuff he has in his hands, he gets stressed, and loses that grip. His emotions are most clearly shown when he is under a great deal of stress, whether physical or mental, and he will shut people out if it gets too much, and just take a few days to recuperate, and regain his head.

Likes

Dislikes

Dreams

Fears

♥ Finish Masters Degree
♥ Save A Life
♥ Make It On A Sports Team
♥ Start A Family
♥ Create A Well-Known Program
♥ Buy A Small House

★ Dying
★ Totally Losing His Hearing
★ Family Member Loss
★ Home Or Possession Loss
★ Being Taken Hostage
★ Major Injury Or Disability

Background

Colin and Sue Williams had only been married for a single year before the news of a first-born arriving by the end of the year was announced to the world. They had been together for five years already, and were already in their middle twenties by this time, but their love was as strong as ever; they were happy, owned a good sized house, and both had reliable jobs. Their first child, an adorable, sweet little girl named Emile was brought into the world that November following what one could consider a normal pregnancy. She grew fast, and by the time she was two, the couple was already expecting a second child. They were ecstatic and more than prepared as the due date approached.

July came and they welcomed a small little boy, affectionately named Matthew, into the world. He was a little small, but other than that appeared to be normal, and he hit the motor skill milestones with ease, walking by the time he was a year old. Talking, however, was not something that came quickly to the boy; but his parents were not too worried, for Emile had been a super early talker, and they knew he would catch on eventually. During a routine visit to the pediatrician, with another physical to ensure he was doing well, it was discovered he had a decent case of hearing deficiencies, and that was the cause of his trouble in learning to speak, and why all he did was babble and grow frustrated when he was not understood.

His parents took it well, and within four months after that diagnosis, he was communicating with his hands and using simplified signs; by now he was well over a year old. He was also in line for some hearing implants, and got them by the time he was two. By three he was speaking and right back on the milestones, and by four he had two twin siblings added to the mix; Cody and Joey, adorable blond boys. It was a challenge to balance four kids under the age of seven, but his parents did very very well at it, father switching to a stay-at-home job to help, and his mother continuing evening shifts so she could be at home during the day. Emile already had a set goal on her life by the age of nine, for she carried an amazing voice, and it appeared the thing was carried through the family, for the other three could sing fairly well too, and were musically and instrumentally talented. Despite this, Matthew always had a soft spot when it came to computers, taking more after his father than his mother in this case.

The young boy, from as little as four, would sit for hours and watch his father work on his latest project. His inquiries were legit and intelligent, and his father did not baby him in terms of responses; so much so, that by the age of ten, Matthew had a wide knowledge in terms of different aspects of computers, whether the physical or internal parts of them. His spare time after school and homework was spent on his own computer that he had gotten when he was eight, and it was quickly taken to as an escape from the world. Sure, he loved school, and the close friends he had, but it was also a tough time, for he was picked on by group of children right from grade four into highschool. He could not rid of them no matter what was attempted, for they just loved to watch the 'nerdy quiet kid' break down or act in defence.

It was not until he was sixteen that he finally took it into his own hands, and overreacted, throwing the first punch he ever had in his life. He had done the silly playful ones with the twins, sure, but this was a real one that would leave a mark for a good week or two. Matthew and his tormentor were taken to the office to figure out what to do with them; and suspensions were given. His parents were outraged, but not for the way he had acted, but how he was being punished for acting in defence, finally. They wanted to pull him out, but he refused, not wanting to leave some of the amazing teachers he had, or those few friends that he had been with since they were five. And so, he rode out the suspension, and returned after two weeks, the make-up homework already completed, and he was more than eager to resume classes. It was tense in the hallways for he would always pass that one teenager, who had also returned, but finally there was nothing more than glares sent, distances kept. It made Matthew incredibly happy, and it showed day in and day out, for he wore a smile more often than before, and there was a little bounce to his step.

He graduated at seventeen, as he had skipped a grade, and quickly applied to various universities, and by the time he was eighteen he was set to start that September. His sister had already moved out at this point, pursuing her childhood interest in singing, and his two younger brothers were in their final year of school. Matthew stayed at home for the first two years of university, while he worked various jobs to save up money to get a place of his own, and move to London, where he had planned to take his Masters. The January he was twenty three was when he finally parted ways with his teary parents, and made his way from Canada to England, and he started with a small apartment, a job in a local cafe, and a position at one of the local universities to start his Masters. It was great, and he was happy.

In his spare time he began to do freelance work, designing websites and fixing computers, and when he was not doing that he was working on his latest programs, whether related to his schooling or not. He'd spend a lot of time in the local cafes, for their wireless tended to be better, with his headphones on, fingers typing away on the keyboard of his new laptop. He became a regular, and soon became known as the 'blond kid in the corner', but unlike when he was younger, he did not mind the odd titles he was given by the other regulars. He never did converse with them, but kind, polite smiles were thing he gave when he left for school or work, and they were always returned.

It was a year after he had moved to the continent when he began to draw attention to himself, and a different kind than the one he had been getting before. He was known as a very experienced programmer, and rumours were common that he was also a skilled hacker; although that was always denied for that was not something you want in the public. A new client, who refused to give name or organization threw a request at him, with promises of a great reward if he could do such, and that was how he got himself into the MI6, with a successful information gathering session via hacking into a database. He was not happy about it at the time, but two years later he currently has a neutral standing on it, never gaining much pleasure from success, but also not feeling like a horrible person due to his job.

At twenty six Matthew is a year from finishing his Masters, and continues to work freelance jobs. He regained his youth interest in sports, and volunteers Saturday mornings to teach young children how to play hockey. Because of this, he also holds a first aid certification, a valuable asset he quickly found out after the first day and a child took a puck to the face. He took classes a year ago to learn how to do graphical design professionally, so that is another aim of focus for his side jobs, and even better for his cover. He lives his day by the city, and at night he works undercover for the MI6, keeping all the technology updated and preforming various tasks to gain information. Thankfully he is not judged by the fact he needs glasses or that he requires a hearing aid, but rather if he can do a good job or not. It is not easy to balance the two sides of his life, and not to slip, but a little sleep deprivation never killed anyone, correct?

Role-Play Sample

The sun was barley rising in the sky when he woke that morning. Late nights, early rising, long shifts; they were all things that happened to be the ever repetitive life of Matthew, who usually found it hard to rise each day at the unrealistic hour he always set his alarm for. His hand was quick to find his phone and disarm the alarm, a habit, a usual instance that had grown into an almost instinctive response to the particular sound. Even if it was a regular thing, it never made it any more pleasant, and the muffled muttering emitting from his pillow was a clear display of such. Despite this all, he was out of bed within the next minute, and heading for the shower, where a quick drench in cold water followed by warm and then hot gave him the boost he needed to start the day.

By six in the morning he was situated on the couch, watching the news for that day, bowl of cereal in hand, spoon in mouth. Nothing really drew his interest, mind dully taking in the warnings for rain and wind later that day, and that traffic was backed up due to an accident an hour prior. Matthew disliked the rain, for even if it provided a nice ambient noise for studying, it also made his daily life slower due to puddle avoiding and the extra layer of clothing he would need to put on. He made a face at the thought, as he rose to put the bowl back in the kitchen. When it was safety soaking in the sink, he swiftly got dressed and packed his bag with things he needed that day. It was not even six thirty by the time he locked and left his place.

The hope that rain would not be a thing was quickly diminished the second he turned and set foot out from underneath the rain shelter the apartment had. His shoe was plunged into a puddle, and rain pelted him in the face. "Damnit." He irritably spat under his breath, quickly pulling a hood over his head to further shelter him from the rain, although realistically it did very little to shield his face, which was soaked by the time he had walked a hundred metres. With arms crossed tightly around his chest, hands buried in the sleeves, he scuttled along the sidewalk, only looking up when he approached crosswalks or intersections, or to smile at strangers who gave him a friendly greeting. Everything seemed calm and fine for now, at the given moment, it was actually relaxing, even if it could be short lived. He would take what he got, and would carry it with him until something came crashing down.

OOC Information

Oliver

Don't have any

Wow much joke such funny.

Such pickup line is amaze.

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