Post by unknownxauthor on Jun 19, 2006 22:11:04 GMT -5
Name:Matty Sanders
Gender:male
Age:18
Hair:Brownish and dirty most of the time
Eyes:Blue with green flecks
Gang:Greasers
Parents:Family? Ha! What family? He lived with his family, which isn't a family. It's a not family because familys are supposed to care for their kids. Matty since the day that he was born was fending for himself. His mom died during his birth and his father was a druggy that attacked him. Not only attacked him but attacked him with knives and the last time with a gun. Nice family don't you think?
Siblings:None
Enemies:Every person that calls himself or herself a cop...and just those that piss him off.
Allies:Anyone and everyone that he can trust...
Friends:None right now
Weapons:Two pistols...nice
Pets/Cars:A little red Fiero
Apprance(?):He's a punker through and through. But not one of those lame scene punks that are doing it just for the fashion of it. He's 6'5" and has a really nice body. Tattoos cover the scars of his past. His stomach and back have ink and so do his arms. He has piercing here and there. When you see him he's either wearing his cop sunglasses, a bandana, a backwards hat, or all of them together.
Personality:He's friendly for the most part. But he likes to party and try getting in trouble. He's ready to snap if someone pisses him off too much. But you really REALLY have to get under his skin. But he holds the lives of his friends higher than his own.
History:Matty left his home after his father attacked him. Left without looking back, and wasn't planning on going back anways. The only thing that he took with him was a duffle bag full of clothing and cigarettes.
When he was younger his older sister was killed is a car crash...Well not that much younger. He had just gotten his first car he let his sister borrow it to meet her friends somewhere. When the call came saying that his father had to identify his daughter's body Matty was horrified. He blamed the death of his sister on himself, after all it had been his car. So that ment it had to be his fault, right?
After that everything went even faster down hill. He left his father alone in his own little drunken world. Turned his back and never looked back. He drove until he ran out of gas, and that was the place that he would live for alittle while and steal something to get money for food or a place to sleep.
He's never really had a normal home since he left the place of his birth. He is always on the move knowing that the cops could catch him at anytime. Who knows how long he'll stay here?
Example Post:The sun finally set as Matty walked down the nearly abandoned street. But still he wore his sunglasses. His hands were nesseled in his oversized Adio sweatshirt. A few cars zipped past him, but he paid no attention to them. He was busy and hoping to get there before he got caught.
Finally he came to a stop right infront of a closed store. He glanced around as he took off his sunglasses and shoved them in his pocket. As his hand pulled out of his pocket he brought with it a lock-pick. Carefully he put the pick in the lock and in a few moments the door was open. A wry grin traced his pierced lips. He couldn't stay out of trouble if he tried.
He slipped into the store without being audible. He was half tempted to start humming as he went over to a case that housed a large amount of jewelry. As he worked on getting the percious metals out he heard a blaring sound from the cop cars that had stopped just outside. He knew then that there must have been a silent alram. How foolish he was. But he simply shrugged it off as the cops came peeling into the store. For once he didn't put up a fight, he was too tired. It's not like they were going to keep him in jail too long, he would just break out again.
The cops pinned him up against the wall as they forced the cuffs around his tattooed wrists. Slowly they turned and led him out. He could hear them cursing at him and telling him his rights. Once more the wry grin traced on his lips. Only one word came out when they told him to get in the car. "Bye..."
With that he turned and ran. Nothing and no one was going to catch him...
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SecertCode:Evil Socs
Gender:male
Age:18
Hair:Brownish and dirty most of the time
Eyes:Blue with green flecks
Gang:Greasers
Parents:Family? Ha! What family? He lived with his family, which isn't a family. It's a not family because familys are supposed to care for their kids. Matty since the day that he was born was fending for himself. His mom died during his birth and his father was a druggy that attacked him. Not only attacked him but attacked him with knives and the last time with a gun. Nice family don't you think?
Siblings:None
Enemies:Every person that calls himself or herself a cop...and just those that piss him off.
Allies:Anyone and everyone that he can trust...
Friends:None right now
Weapons:Two pistols...nice
Pets/Cars:A little red Fiero
Apprance(?):He's a punker through and through. But not one of those lame scene punks that are doing it just for the fashion of it. He's 6'5" and has a really nice body. Tattoos cover the scars of his past. His stomach and back have ink and so do his arms. He has piercing here and there. When you see him he's either wearing his cop sunglasses, a bandana, a backwards hat, or all of them together.
Personality:He's friendly for the most part. But he likes to party and try getting in trouble. He's ready to snap if someone pisses him off too much. But you really REALLY have to get under his skin. But he holds the lives of his friends higher than his own.
History:Matty left his home after his father attacked him. Left without looking back, and wasn't planning on going back anways. The only thing that he took with him was a duffle bag full of clothing and cigarettes.
When he was younger his older sister was killed is a car crash...Well not that much younger. He had just gotten his first car he let his sister borrow it to meet her friends somewhere. When the call came saying that his father had to identify his daughter's body Matty was horrified. He blamed the death of his sister on himself, after all it had been his car. So that ment it had to be his fault, right?
After that everything went even faster down hill. He left his father alone in his own little drunken world. Turned his back and never looked back. He drove until he ran out of gas, and that was the place that he would live for alittle while and steal something to get money for food or a place to sleep.
He's never really had a normal home since he left the place of his birth. He is always on the move knowing that the cops could catch him at anytime. Who knows how long he'll stay here?
Example Post:The sun finally set as Matty walked down the nearly abandoned street. But still he wore his sunglasses. His hands were nesseled in his oversized Adio sweatshirt. A few cars zipped past him, but he paid no attention to them. He was busy and hoping to get there before he got caught.
Finally he came to a stop right infront of a closed store. He glanced around as he took off his sunglasses and shoved them in his pocket. As his hand pulled out of his pocket he brought with it a lock-pick. Carefully he put the pick in the lock and in a few moments the door was open. A wry grin traced his pierced lips. He couldn't stay out of trouble if he tried.
He slipped into the store without being audible. He was half tempted to start humming as he went over to a case that housed a large amount of jewelry. As he worked on getting the percious metals out he heard a blaring sound from the cop cars that had stopped just outside. He knew then that there must have been a silent alram. How foolish he was. But he simply shrugged it off as the cops came peeling into the store. For once he didn't put up a fight, he was too tired. It's not like they were going to keep him in jail too long, he would just break out again.
The cops pinned him up against the wall as they forced the cuffs around his tattooed wrists. Slowly they turned and led him out. He could hear them cursing at him and telling him his rights. Once more the wry grin traced on his lips. Only one word came out when they told him to get in the car. "Bye..."
With that he turned and ran. Nothing and no one was going to catch him...
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SecertCode:Evil Socs
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