Outlaw Form:
Name: Matthew Williams
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Looks: Matthew has snippets of his brother thrown through his appearance, his hair has the same rippling wave, but it's a deep auburn rather than brown. His eyes are the colour of dark oak and with there elements of green and lighter brown seem to reflect his travels in the forests. His face has no freckles and is only blemished by the tan he has gotten from his travels through the sun. He is average height for a man, around 5'8", but is quite agile and strong, more so than his brother. He could never have been broad with his parentage and up-bringing, but he is strong and it shows.
Personality: Matthew is fiery, seemingly scared by nothing, he was always one to get himself into trouble, always the one to be taking risks ndd treading dangerously. He's not what you'd call sweet, in fact, on first meet he can be rude, untrustworthy and arrogant, but you will soon find, this is just a pretence he has grown into over the years. He can be sensible, level-headed, calm and friendly, though often seems reserved and mysterious.
History: Matthew's history has been one of length and complication. He was born just a year before his brother, Casper, but he did not get such a wonderful life. Discarded as a child of the devil, his red hair was frowned upon by the family, and he was, in no graceful way, rammed in a basket and placed outside the door of a church. But he never did get inside the monastery, for a woman, soon to become his foster mother, saw his predicament. She swept up the babe in her arms and swung them both back up onto the horse. Matthew slept silently on the long journey into the depths of the countryside. Only patches are known of his child-hood, but most of these reports are of his ill-mannered behaviour during shcool-time, his lack of friends and his love for his mother. He was only about nine when he realised, that it wasn't his mother that was caring for him. He knew that they didn't look alike, but he didn't care, his life when on as usual, he the naughty boy, but his 'mother' consoling him and pitying him. Only until five years ago. "I have to tell you something Matthew," she said, straggly looking.
"Matt," is what the young man had reminded.
"I used to elave a lot, when you were a child," she said, he nodded, "But it is only now I feel I can tell you about your brother," he gasped. "I am sure you know I am not your mother by now," he face fell and tears welled in her eyes, "But your real mother, has a child of her own, another, whom she kept. Percy was his name, that's what I heard her call him," she sniffed, "I haven't seen them for years, I've been banned from that county. But you Matthew, are destined for great things. You must find your brother and live the life he leads. I am growing tired, and I want what's best for you, please do this for me," she said, holding his gaze. he nodded. It had been far too much for him to take in. But now, this esteemed outlaw, is searching for "Percy" but in all his five years of roaming the countryside, he had not set eyes on his long lost brother.
Preferred Weapon: Sword, he really doesn't care what kind, he's adept in most sword-fighting techniques. He also likes his bow and arrow, but it despends on the situation.
Crush: None yet.
Husband/Wife: Nope.
Family: He only knows abiout this "Percy", he has no idea about anyone else, except his foster mother, Laura.
Rank In Hood: None yet.
Other: He's not a member of the Hood, but is certainly an outlaw.
Comments/Suggestions: Thanks for acccepting me again c:
Her horse Ace
