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ｓｏｎｇｗｒｉｔｅｒ ｇｕｉｔａｒｉｓｔ & ｐｉａｎｏ

{ ｍａｔｔｈｅｗ;１９;ｓｉｎｇｌｅ;ｓｔｒａｉｇｈｔ }

ｔechnically, my name is Matthew Tucker Benson Junior. But that's a mouthful, am I right? Call me Matthew, or even better, Matt. I'm named after my grandfather. What's his significance? Well, he got a medal of honor. That's pretty significant. I'm honored..sorta. Don't really know him since he died when I was three. Anyway, I'm a 19 year old musician. I want to make it big someday, so I've decided nows the time to start. My voice isn't half bad, but I do write songs for people with better voices. I play guitar and piano better than anyone I know however, so that's good. I'm straight, but unfortunately forever alone. Girls like guys with money, and that's something I have not much off. Mind you, I don't live in my parents basement, but I do live in a apartment scattered with sheet music and various instruments. My neighbors hate me but if I cared I would have invited them over for a cup of tea. I live with my cat Jimi who might have a potential career with music..if you preformed severe surgery on his vocal chords and made them a lot less screeching and sharp. Anyway, I was born February 18th which technically makes me a Aquarius. I'm from Great Britain, a little town no one probably knows of and has probably been destroyed unknowingly by now. I speak a very large amount of English, Latin and Italian, the last two I took in high school. I'm just starting German, and unless you can't tell I'm Caucasian white. God forbid someone mistook me for a colored man. Kidding, kidding. I'm not racist. Just pale white. Which makes it funny. Not amused huh? Oh well, my lame jokes are for my lovely cat to snort at. Have you wondered at his name? He's named after Jimi Hendrix, a hero indeed. Is that all now? No, a few more questions? Alrighty then, throw 'em at me.

ａlright, I have to admit, I was dreading this one. I don't know who my biological parents are. I was literally left on a doorstep at one week old wrapped in a few thin blankets and a note that said 'take care of him.' I have that note by the way, it's in my room. I was left without a birth certificate, absolutely nothing to show who I am, where I'm from. The couple who opened the door only assumed I was born in that town because that's where I was found. Guess that's what they told the adoption agency. I was put up for adoption and my parents, not my real ones, came and picked me up. They're from the states, but moved to Britain for a better life. They named me after the grandfather who got the medal of honor since the agency called me 'Rocky.' Ridiculous, right? What kind of kid with that name doesn't get bullied in school? He died when I turned three, so I don't remember him. Anyway, I grew up for a few years in that town, but then we moved away thank God. Absolutely nothing to do there as I recall. So we went to Manchester and it's where I lived until I pretty much 18. Then I moved to the states for a better future. It's funny because my adoptive parents moved to Britain for a better future and I moved out of Britain for a better future. When I went there, I was literally dirt poor. I didn't know where to go, where to spend my money. So I went to the local library, talked to the lady { who is now one of my closest friends } at the desk, we had a cup of tea, discussed some more, and she said I should join the military. I can go to college for free! It blew my mind, I'd only have to serve what, four years? So I joined the Air Force. Nothing big, just repairing fighter planes and helicopters. I'm still doing it now, but when I have time off I'm doing stuff with music. If you're around town you might find me playing my guitar and singing on the corner of streets. Not for money, but to entertain people. Tips are greatly appreciated though, I'll tell you that. I adopted Jimi from the shelter a few months ago. I live very close to where I work so there wouldn't be a issue with me leaving for quite a long time and leaving him behind. He was a stray as well, he was found along the side of the road covered in mud. We're best friends, I guess that's a bit sad. He listens to me and we converse in our own little strange way. But there is a very big unbreakable bond between us, probably because of how we both have no idea where our parents are, because we were both abandoned. Aw, don't cry now. I didn't mean for that to happen..lady, you okay?"

ｅrg..well, I'm not very funny, I'll give you that. My accent attracts the ladies, but then they realize I'm sort of a loser so they're quick to ditch me. My humor is only for the people who get me. I'm pretty trusting, but really lazy, you know? I've been told that my apartment is a dump, I should really clean it up. But I don't have enough time..you know? You get it, right? Hm. Maybe not. I also procrastinate a lot, but If I'm given a job, I will finish it. The military did me some good there I guess. And it'll be finished well. Maybe. Most of the time. Don't doubt me. I'm really a good guy, just..socially awkward I guess you could say. I don't do well in crowds, I'm not the type to jump out and be like 'I'LL LEAD YOU!' if something goes wrong. If I was on a deserted island with a group of other survivors, I'd probably be the first to get eaten. Cannibalism to the extreme, man. I'm pretty smart. Hell, you have to be smart to be in the Air Force. I'm assuming anyway, most of the people who work with me are fairly intelligent. I'm pretty well liked, I don't know why. I guess it's cause I'm so easy-going, willing to work with anyone. I'm helpful and pretty honest. I don't like telling lies, it'll get you nowhere. I've learned that in bootcamp, lemme tell you. It's not fun getting thrashed by those higher than you. I'm not exactly shy though. I don't know what I am. Guess I'm pretty thin too, I have wiry muscles, not built for strength but for speed. So I'll outrun you any-day, but in hand to hand combat, you can kick my ass. As you can tell, I'm musically inclined. I love music and most of my thoughts have to do with something musically related. Whether it's composers, figuring out a new beat in my head, thinking up lyrics, you get it. Guess that's why I get so distracted. And why I'm not sent off to Afghanistan or something since the guys know I'll probably die out there. So I'm safe here in America. I'm pretty tough though if you think about, I went through bootcamp without passing out once! Or giving up. I got close..for both, but I didn't. Now when I look back on those days..I feel powerful, you know? I'm a book-lover, a total nerd. Usually I'm reading crap about engineering, planes, all that good stuff, sometimes even music although not anymore since I know a lot. I also like to read fiction, or even realistic fiction. Stuff to do with History. I find the best writers are American. Don't know why, but that's my taste."

ｓure. You seem pretty interested in Jimi, I'll give you a picture of him. Like it? Yeah, he's a Siamese. Pretty annoying little rascal, but I love him. My favorite color is light purple. I drive a dark blue Toyota Corolla and the apartment I live in is crappy like I've told you before. This is the living room, the bedroom and finally the kitchen/dining room. Nothing special, I told you I'm poor. Those pictures were taken when I first moved in, which is why it's so clean. It's not that clean, trust me. The airforce is pretty much my only source of employment other than the random crap I get thrown at me, like people asking me to write a song for them, preforming for a bar or something. I'm not even old enough to be in a bar. Well, I am. But I can't drink which sucks. I have a Droid X for my phone. It's pretty cool and stuff, but it's annoying as hell. I can't tell you how many times it just decided to fly out of my hand or wake me up an hour before schedule, maybe if I'm lucky two hours after schedule. If you want to know what I wear, it's usually random t-shirts, occasionally plaid tops, then skinny jeans and sneakers, normally converse. I have about two pairs of shoes so I don't have much to maintain. My closet is sadly scarce. I don't have that many clothes either. Just enough to get me through a week though I guess. If I'm ever to date, I guess I want a girl who understands my love for music. Someone creative, someone who goes with the flow. Someone funny and someone who won't try and change themselves for society. Someone I can love, you know? My standards aren't really that high. I guess if you have a beating heart you qualify. So that's it? Cool. Hey, you want my signature too? I'm going to be famous one day, I just know it. No? Oh..cool then."

{ I'll fix the pictures in a second. ^.^ }

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|| Sorry the last male is reserved. If they are not literate enough, I will consider. ||

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{ Oh okay then. ^.^ Thanks anyway! }

[rustic .]

Who I am

~Name: Jeremy Micgrain
~Nickname(s): ***
~Age: 19 years old
~Gender: Male
~Birthday: September 14

Look at me

~Description

Jeremy is about 6'0 and has a fit, strong frame. He's pretty build and slim. Some girls say he is cute, but he ignores it. His hair is a chocolate, shaggy brown

Deep inside me
~Personality:
Jeremy tends to keep to himself, not in any shy way. He would rather have quiet time then chit chat with friends. He finds quietness a way to center himself and find peace. He has never really had stress before nor will ever want it. In fact he could be always calm, happy or estatic, nothing else. Even if he wanted to, he could never get stress or worry about things, most because he always think s about his actions.

Most people find him mature like an adult. Jeremy has a strong mind, full of thoughts and answers. He loves to think about world problems and fix them, in other words, a peace maker. His a mix between an adult, peacemaker and a quiet person. His most interest is world flaws. most of the time he would thin to himself, Why are we here? And he would get in a deep thought. He tends to find himself thinking about many topics for a hour or so. His intention span can be very large to topics/subject he is most interested in.

All thought a very mature guy, he can always loosen up and hang out. One of his favorite things to do is go to the beach with friends. Actually his number one hobby is to swim. He finds, when you go under water and swim, a quiet elegant place to be. Sometimes, depending on the mood, he loves to flirt. You could say he has many egos, from a mixture of a serious peacemaker to a flirty swimmer.

~ History
Jeremy was born in a large, rich family. He was the oldest out of 3, taking on the most responsibility. Eric Micgrain, or his father was harsh to him and his siblings. Thought, Jeremy never had a problem, his mother did. They fought and fought for many years, until it all just broke down and they got a divorce. 2 months after they had decide that, Jeremy went with his mother, while his other siblings went with his father. After moving to a small town in California, Jeremy did exquisite in school, soon he skipped a grade going from 6th grade to 7th grade.

After Jeremy graduated high school, Max, his younger twin, died from a car crash. his mother was terrible depressed and soon fell sick to bed. Jeremy took good care of her during the summer, but knew he had to leave for collage. One day, telling his mother he had to go to collage, she finally agreed to go to a nursing home.

A few months later she died from breast cancer. Eric II, his youngest sibling moved away, leaving his elderly father alone.

My love life

~Love interest
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~ Crush
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~Ex's
Danielle Havand- 6 months
Rebecca Soulva- 9 months
Isabella Bansl- 6 months

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Done!

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|| Accepted. ||

[owl,]

{ when can we start? sorry if I sound pushy, but im just really excited c: }

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|| Once I post the starting post.
Added Rooms in the Character Post.||

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"Tʜᴇʏ sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛɪᴇsᴛ sᴍɪʟᴇs, ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴅᴅᴇsᴛ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs."

Isabella's sapphire blue eyes fluttered open. Usually she woke from the sunlight shining in her face, but today it was different. She looked around the room at her and Micheal were sharing. It was dark, she wondered why. It had been early about seven in the morning, but the sun should have been up. Yesterday was the day they had arrived to the cabin and everything had been perfect. She tossed the blankets off her body. She was wearing very warm pajamas. That were black with poka-dots, and a hoodie that went in it. It was the only way she wouldn't freeze in her sleep. She walked out of the room quietly, which was easy since there was no squeaky floor or an actual door there.

She walked down the hall, and past the other three rooms. She walked down the stairs, and flipped on the lights in the kitchen, so she could see. She had to go into the kitchen before she could make it into the living room. She quickly grabbed a green apple while she was in there for the short amount of time. She then flipped on the lights to the living room and flipped off the lights to the kitchen. She wondered why it had been so dark in the cabin.

She went over to the door as she bit into the apple. She put her hand onto the door knob and gave it a turn. When she did, it would bulge. She pulled on it some more, but nothing happened. She was so confused, "What the?" She said softly. She went over to the window, and moved the curtain over; then pulled up the blindfold. As she was doing so, she bit into the apple once again. When the blindfold went up, she dropped the apple from her hand and mouth. Her mouth then opened up as she let out a scream of shock.

Snow, that was all she could see out the window. Snow pressed hard against the window, she was surprised that it didn't shatter from the pressure. She didn't like the feeling of being trapped in the cabin. She came here to get away from the heat, to play in the snow since it was their last winter vacation together since they graduated. Once she finally stopped screaming, she inhaled deep; gaining her breath back. Her goal for the early morning was not to wake up everyone, but that didn't happen. Everyone was probably wake because of her.