darling, you should be ashsamed. [SETH MATTHEWS]

[seth matthews.]

Hello! My name is { SHABOB. no no, that's not right... oh yeah, heather. !
I am { fifteen.
I have been roleplaying for { around a year or two. , and here is a sample post of mine.

Sample: { Dusk had fallen with its usual grace, the brilliantly blue Maine sky fading into paisley blues, pinks, and periwinkles. Gaze was held on a single captivating sequin, securely fastened to the fading curtain of color that was stitched in the air, the gem flickering captivatingly as the male gazed up at. Slender fingers curled shakily about the abused iPod, varnished nails futilely pushing at the dented, metallic surface of the rear of the device. A blazingly upbeat Scary Kids Scaring Kids song slowly melting into one of Seth’s favorite songs. Trigger Happy Tarantula. The male smiled softly and allowed his thumb to rotate the dial until the music was blaring deafeningly into his eardrums, the iPod stashed away in the pocket of his jacket. Worn Converse thudding rhythmically against the packed dirt pathway that wound its way gracefully through the timber-laden area of land, hand reaching up and self consciously tugging at the brim of the hood that had pulled up to hide the disastrous mop of hair he had desperately wanted to style, but hadn’t exactly felt up to the daunting task this evening. It didn’t help that he’d gotten wasted the night before, desperately trying to drown out the empty void that lay within his chest. Was it unnatural to feel so desperately lonesome that you suddenly introduced yourself to a cold bottle of Smirnoff? Surely not, Seth was only human, and everyone knows that humans desperately crave attention and recognition so that they may have someone to express thoughts, emotions, and feelings towards. Life had been terribly lonesome for the boy for about a week now, his only comfort were letters on a cell phone screen, the sender hundreds and hundreds of miles away. He desperately wanted needed to find Aiden, but he’d been out of luck. The only companion Seth had known was no where to be found in the damned town, so Seth had reluctantly retired to the small apartment he had grown to call home, wasting what little time he had getting wasted and painting the apartment. Oh the wonders of alcohol and paint fumes.

A light breeze pushed against the backside of the nearly emaciated male, easily pushing him along the path as he continually plodded down the well-worn path, hazel eyes peering around the wooded land with a mixture of child-like fear and curiosity. Lions, tigers, bears, oh my! A faint giggle bubbled up as he recalled the line from the amazingly hilarious movie, starring the girl Dorothy and her little dog Toto, that he had seen running on a late night show and he had amazingly watched from beginning to end. Arms were wrapped around his chest in a futile attempt to keep himself from shivering as a stronger, much more chilled breeze ripped through the trees. A startled cry given, as he was rudely jarred to the side of the path, almost toppling over as a woman and he dog strode past, the dog barking gleefully and wagging its tail furiously. A soft squeak given as he shrunk away from the large, golden mutt and frantically attempting to shoo the dog away as it turned and tried to pull his owner back towards Seth. His gaze shot up and down from the woman to the dog, giving a thankful smile as she swatted the dog and drug him away from the slim boy. “Fuck lions and tigers and bears, you have to fucking worry about dogs the size of Godzilla eating you.” He mumbled to himself, absently singing along to the throbbing voices of I Am Ghost that blared in his ears. “Lakes and fire storm, Please wear my wings tonight, And shield the plague of birds, My voice screams for you, We are in love, I will never, We are ageless, ageless.” Footfalls continued on, the boy oblivious to the world as he continued on, singing absently as his movement carried him towards the trees.

Only moments later Seth flopped down on the ground, disregarding the fact that he was probably going to ruin his jeans by means of stains. Legs were drawn to his chest, head placed heavily upon his kneecaps, arms drawn about the bent legs as he stared blandly at the ground. God, he need something, anything, to make this empty feeling to disappear. Earbuds were removed from his ears and the small iPod turned off, his gaze sweeping the vast expanse of trees, the sun now completely hidden behind the horizon, it’s last few struggling attempts to spread it’s light over the land now ignored by the haunting moon, the silver orb heaving its self high into the night sky. He needed to go home, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to face the thought of hours of old game show reruns and bottles of alcohol and then following that hours of dead sleep before being forced out of bed by the shrill scream of his alarm clock and then dragging himself to work with one hell of a hang over and a headache to match.

eh. from another RP. not my best, but it was close at hand.

{ SETH ERiK MATTHEWS.

Name: SETH ERiK MATTHEWS.
Age: TWENTY-ONE.
Gender: MALE.
Sexual Orientation: GAY.
Social Standing: { ADULT.

Physical Appearance: { hair ;;
One of the first things that might attract your attention to our little boy would probably have to the boys favorite feature; his hair. Seth seems to rather enjoy the world's latest trend of shaggy, somewhat lengthy manes. The boy's hair is his prized possession, although they are frequently dyed to suit his latest desires. Although just now becoming a frequent style, Seth usually defines his hair by adding chunks of vibrant, off key highlights to define the usually darkened dyed locks. Although at first glance his hair might appear thin, it is actually quite the opposite, his hair is almost to the point of being irritant in it's body. Typically, Seth styles his own hair - being much too afraid of someone fucking it up if he were to visit a salon and allow a stranger to begin hacking away at his hair - and in doing so is quite skilled at creating a well defined shagged out style that is completely his own. Trying copying him now, fuckers. Although Seth is not one for labels, it seems that he cannot defer the oh-so-inevitable labeling which seems to refer to his style as 'emo', 'scene', or 'mod.'

eyes ;;
Although certainly not his favorite feature, Seth's eyes are probably one of his better liked attributes. The hazel pools are often changing invariably with his mood, greens becoming the more dominant shade when he is in a relaxed or excited mood, while on the rare days when his mood dips into a low depression a more gray blue color seems to dominant the boy's eyes. So in some sense, I guess that old cliché is somewhat true, eh? Although Seth loathes this old as hell saying, sometimes wishing he could slam the windows closed and draw the shades, keeping prying eyes from the inner workings of his mind. Although the inevitable flaw causes Seth to find a reason to dislike his eyes, one of the things he believes to be intriguing about his eyes is the fact that a simple layer of kohl can define the colors and create a striking contrast by bringing out other colors which might other wise go unnoticed. Therefore kohl seems to be a permanent fixture upon the male's lower lid, for he is madly in love with the way it defines and strengthens the varying shades, giving his eyes a somewhat 'bold and defined' look, I suppose you could say.

body ;;
Seth has always been on the small side, and was always one of the shorter kids in class, which I'm assuming has had some kind of advantage. Standing at about five foot four to five foot five, he has always been concerned about his height, wishing that he would finally just fucking grow up, although this seems quite unlikely. He has grown to accept this face though, and simply refers to himself as 'fun-sized' rather than short, but who ever said that fun things couldn't come in small packages? On the other hand, one thing that boy has never exactly been concerned about was his weight, typically weighing around one hundred and ten to one hundred and fifteen he could be considered underweight, and has many a time been questioned on the subject of bulimia and anorexia, although these nor any other sickness has played a role in the boys small stature, he simply does not stuff himself full of life consuming fatty food and such. Don't get me wrong, Seth is not just some scrawny ass punk, beneath the thin layering of flesh lies sinew, although not the bulgingly disgusting type of muscle which some guys flaunt to make pretty girl swoon, but then again, Seth isn't much interested in girls is he? With the male's combined style and body type it seems that he quite often mistaken for a teenager, although he is twenty one.

tattoos && piercings ;;
Oh dear, must we even go into this subject? These two things happen to be some of Seth's favorite things, well, I take that back, he absolutely fucking adores them. He has three piercing on his lips, snakebites which pierce both his right and left sides of his bottom lip, and the adored Monroe piercing, which is simply a stud pierced into the flesh of his upper lip. But enough of that subject, let's get onto the tattooed section, shall we? Only three tattoos are inked into his skin at the moment, the words love and hate are etched into the flesh of his forearms, the only two that have been done professionally, then next is a small misshapen heart adorning his left hip that he carved into his skin himself when he was seventeen.

scars ;;
Multiple scars line the boys arms, form various times when suicide seemed to be the only choice, and others from when his Aunt's demented mutt Patches felt like trying to rip the boy's arm off of his body, or using it as a chew toy. A handful of scars line the slender vein in Seth's wrist from when he would dip into bouts of suicidal depression and attempt to take his life, but then again, if your father wanted nothing to do with you, wouldn't you feel a bit shitty? Only two scars flaw the boys face, one from when he was attempting to open the refrigerator door and pulled a bit too viciously at the hand, causing the appliance door to swing open and catch his face, the other is a rather small corkscrew like scar beneath his right eye, this medal awarded by means of a car crash, but he'll not get into any details about that.

Personality: { outgoing ;;
Seth has always been the one to say hi to the new kid, and find out what they have to offer to the world, and take them up on that. Because of this particular trait, he's never really had any trouble with making new friends; getting close to these friends, on the other hand, is another story. Seth is the type of boy who'll walk up and at least try to start a conversation by popping off some type of witty or catchy line that might make you believe he's all the more interesting than he actually is. I mean seriously, how kids do you know that just walk up and pop off some random line? Okay, so maybe quite a few, but still, just go with it alright? Once you've established a friendship, he's true until the bitter end, well that is unless you stab him in the back, then it might not be so pretty on your part.

talkative && shy;;
Usually Seth is a pretty sweet kid although he has quite a tendency to be shy around those he doesn't know. Seth isn't one to be quiet, though if he gets around total strangers you can hardly pry a word from him, unless, of course, you get him drunk or maybe just say something rather catchy; but once he's around people he's met once or twice and feels he can be comfortable around then you can hardly shut him up. The best way to shut him up is to do something that’ll make him speechless—which is a pretty easy thing to do, actually. Just do anything that makes him think or think you’re off your rocker.

laid-back ;;
Seth has a very relaxed personality, although he tends to play out as a bit of an over dramatic, but hey, it just makes life more enjoyable, right? Well it does for Seth at least. He doesn't really take things personally, so it can be a bit of a challenge to unsettle him, but once you do, all hell is sure to break loose. One thing that will get to him quicker than anything would have to be when people judge him based on his sexuality. Note: never tell Seth that it's wrong for him to be gay, you'll be one fucked up kid. He's lived with verbal abuse practically all of his life from 'peers' who thought that Seth was a 'freak' or 'weird' because he liked other boys. But anyways, back to the subject. Aside from his relaxed personality, Seth's over dramatic tendencies tend to lead people to believe that he takes everything literally, although this is quite the contrary.

playful;;
He loves to joke around and have an all around good time. Seth's always up to make some trouble while having fun, he's the kind of kid that comes up with plans to rob a bank using water pistols filled with hot water and red food dye. Even though he likes to have his share of the fun, Seth can't stand big parties with loads of people, it makes him feel claustrophobic and trapped, he'd rather just hang out with a couple of close friends and make some trouble.

mood;;
Seth can be the sweetest guy in the world, unless he’s just in a bad mood—which can happen every great once in a while—although occasionally he’ll be a total bitch just for the hell of it. Some people think that he's rather random and easily excited, but in all factuality, it's pretty much true. Normally he's rather talkative and hyper and usually has pretty much laid back personality although sometimes he'll dip into a foul mood and won't say a thing. Just like everyone, Seth has his good moods and bad moods, which can practically turn him into a completely different person. Whenever he's in a depressed foul mood he rarely says a thing and has a tendency for his temper and patience to grow short. The first people to normally witness a flair in his attitude would probably include abusive people, homophobes, conceited people, and those who tell him what to do. Oh god, he can not stand people who tell him what to. Seth is on Prozac, which does wonders for him, because if he forgets his dose in the morning, he'll be a totally different guy- pessimistic, emotional, irrational, etc. Seth rarely forgets his medication, because he's always upbeat, joking around and trying to make friends that won't stab him in the back, and he loves to make people laugh.

History: {On December twenty-first, a young distressed Aaron Matthews rushed into the hospital, dragging behind his rather well rounded girlfriend Christine Davidson. Frantically babbling indecipherable words and waving his arms about in a manner that seemed to attracted attention to the pair, a low moan was given as Christine felt yet another knee-knocking wave of pain sweep through her taught stomach, the contractions beginning to become closer and closer. Suddenly, she found herself lying on a hospital bed being whisked down the hall by a team of nurses, all of whom seemed to be asking at least twenty questions all at one time. Soon whisked briskly into the maternity ward, she was placed on a immobile hospital bed, various needles poked and prodded into her arms as they began to inject drugs into her to calm her nerves and reduce the pain that the seventeen year old mother-to-be was experiencing.

It seemed like hours of relentless pacing and nail biting for the young and frantic father-to-be, as he awaited any updates from the nurses who had briskly escorted the young man into a waiting room as they delivered his child. Aaron hurriedly pressed his nose to the glass of the small room in which hundred of infants were kept as a nurse strode in carrying a squirming blue bundle. As the older woman approached the glass he noticed a look of sorrow as she held the small baby to the window, a wide smile spread across the twenty-three year old man's face as he watched his squirm this way and that, batting his tiny fists at the swaddled blanket. As the woman turned away to place the infant in one of the various 'cribs' a doctor stepped into the room, pulling a small face mask from over his mouth, a low sigh escaping the man as he glanced Aaron over. Aaron Matthews? A soft frown fell across the man's face as he nodded slightly and stepped over to the doctor, "Yes." The doctor simply studied him for a moment before shaking his head and speaking softly. I'm sorry to inform you, but Christine didn't make it through the pregnancy, she died giving birth to your son. Rage flooded through Aaron like a tidal wave, his hands thrown into the air as he cursed the heavens, swearing profusely as he stormed about the waiting room, demanding several questions all at once. "Why? How? When? Can't you fucking do anything right?!"

Hours later Aaron sat silently in one of the hard, neon orange lunchroom style seats that lined the waiting room, his hands clasped before him, a tear streaked face hardened with grief. Hesitantly a younger nurse stepped into the room and approached him, shakily clutching a piece of paper in her hands. Mr. Matthews, I'm going to have to ask you to fill out this birth certificate. Her voice quiet as she extended the paper towards him. Snatching the paper he studied it for a moment, a look of utter distaste covering his facials as he pulled a pen out of his front pocket and a magazine off of the nearby table. He hastily scribbled out a name on the piece of paper before signing it and shoving it back into the woman's hands. As she exited the room and entered the small nursery he stood and wandered to the large window, watching warily as she scrolled the infants name across the card adorning the crib: Seth Erik Matthews, 15 inches, 6 pounds 9 ounces, Born: December 21, 1986 After watching the woman coo to the infant for several minutes, Aaron slipped into the nursery and picked up the boy, slipping out of the hospital wordlessly. All of this was a mistake, wasn't it?

By the age of five, it seemed that Seth had come to realize that his father was sleeping with a different woman every night. As almost any young child, Seth wanted to know why his daddy wasn't with his mommy, and it was these persistent little questions that was the straw that finally broke the camel's back. Shortly before his sixth birthday Seth was dropped off in the freezing cold on a woman's porch he had never met, left with only his stuffed teddy bear, a suitcase filled with his clothes, a jacket to keep him from freezing to death, and a note from his father explaining how he could no longer care for Seth. Scared and alone, Seth knocked quietly at the door, remembering all too well the sound of a yapping little dog's barking and the soft mutterings of a woman from inside. As soon as the door was swung open then woman's hand flew to her mouth, a small gasp given as she scooped him into her arms. Oh, you poor thing, what are you doing out here all alone? All Seth could do was stare at her wide eyed and shake his head wildly until she set him down once more. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the sheet of wrinkled paper and offered it towards the woman who glanced quizzically down at him before taking the sheet of paper and unfolding it with the greatest care.

Pam,
I know this must be such an inconvenience on your life, but I have nowhere else to turn to. Since Christine's death my life has only gone downhill with the raising of Seth. I feel that I can not provide adequate care, nor attention. Please take care of my boy.
-Aaron

Seth's life with his aunt Pam was actually quite pleasant, aside from the fact that she owned a demented dog who loathed the attention that was turned from him to Seth. He lived with her until he was seventeen, when he was kicked out of her house for being caught with his boyfriend, Carson, asleep in his room. Needless to say, Aunt Pam didn't think so highly of her 'son's' sexuality, or choice of boyfriends for that matter. After being kicked out of his Aunt's home, he decided to attempt living with Carson. The couple lasted a mere two weeks before breaking up, leaving Seth out on his own. Homeless and alone, Seth scrounged up what little money he had to afford a plane ticket, and struck out on his own to Maine to live with one of his closest friends, Wil. Upon arrival, Seth immediately fell in love with Maine, and the Concord countryside, although this infatuation didn't last, by the time he was twenty he was ready to move on with his life; move out of his best friend's apartment, find a place of his own, and start things out right. And he did. Two months after his twentieth birthday, he decided to go on a roadtrip until he found somewhere he could call home, and after a week on the road, he found Mansonville. Seth loved it there. After renting a small penthouse apartment he soon found himself working at the local mall in PacSun. Deciding to go on a small adventure, Seth ended up at the historical old Grant Mansion. To put it simply he fell in love with everything it contained, especially another boy who had taken up residence there. But let's not get into that, it's still a bit of a rough subject for Seth.

After spending nearly two years in Mansonville, he lost touch with the boy he'd fallen in love with and fled. He ended up back in Colorado, where he met Josh. The two dated off and on for a couple of weeks before fighting over some fickle matter, Seth knew Josh had a bit of an anger problem, yet he fought with him all the same. To put it simply, Seth ended up bloody and bruised lying in the snowy Denver streets before collecting his things and taking a cab to the small Colorado town of Breckinridge, with hopes of repairing his relationship with his Aunt Pam. Upon arriving at his Aunt's doorstep, she allowed him to stay for a few weeks to recover from the broken ribs before telling him that he needed to move on with his life. After leaving his Aunt's house he decided to fly to Seattle in hopes of actually finding a decent life far away from those he had recently established.

[meh, it just kind of died there at the end... ]


Family Details:
Christine Marie Davidson ;; MOTHER ;; DECEASED
Aaron David Matthews ;; FATHER ;; MECHANiC//ALCOHOLiC ;; DENVER, COLORADO
Pamela Suzanne Matthews ;; AUNT ;; REAL ESTATE AGENT ;; BRECKiNRiDGE, COLORADO
Daniel Gene Davidson ;; GRANDFATHER ;; UNKNOWN
Kimberly LaVonne Davidson ;; GRANDMOTHER ;; UNKNOWN
Elias Jonathan Matthews ;; GRANDFATHER ;; UNKNOWN
Beatrice Joan Matthews ;; GRANDMOTHER ;; UNKNOWN

Other: N/A

For my application to be approved, I know that -adim edit-

[seth matthews.]

mmkay, finally finshed. heckyes. ;]