Matteo Greco May 26, 2011 1:35:54 GMT -5
Post by Matteo Greco on May 26, 2011 1:35:54 GMT -5
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE: Six… seven years maybe.
OTHER CHARACTERS: All upcoming!
HOW YOU FOUND US: I arrived on the back of a unicorn, wielding the awesome longsword of Yor, with the beautiful amazon vixen queen behind me, handing out candy to all the good boys and girls.
“”What was that sound?” … “The sound of a paradigm shifting without a clutch.””
BIRTHDAY: February 3rd
PLAY-BY: DenkyoMatteo is one of those guys who spends two hours in the bathroom to look like he just got out of bed. His face is meticulously clean shaven every morning, and his hair is teased and spiked in to a messy mockery of bed head stricken fashionista. He has calm, easy black eyes that invite trust and add to his calming aura that his appearance seems to emanate. He smiles softly, save for when he’s angry or upset, when his smile turns in to a cold, hard expression, and his eyes take on a sharp, piercing expression.
Usually very relaxed, Matteo often has a slouched posture, giving the impression of a slacker with a devil may care attitude. Very conservative with his energy, he doesn’t often walk quickly or with purpose unless something is very wrong. To those who know him best, to see Matteo run is a cue that it might be a good idea to keep up, or at the very least, to grab a snack and watch the aftermath of Matteo’s most recent exploits. Matteo’s hands are often either in his pockets or fidgeting with some device or toy. Having lost his favorite stress ball on the plane ride to Haven, it’s often some cheap clicking pen or other kinetic device.
Depending completely on the situation, Matteo’s wardrobe is varied and extensive. Most of it is artfully altered from when Matteo purchased it at anywhere from Goodwill to Armani to fit better with the rest of his clothing selections. A big fan of accessories and belts, Matteo often adds little touches like ties, gloves, rings, shades, or other such flourishes to his outfit. He’s a big fan of leather, black clothing, belts, pinstripes, metal, and complementary colors.
Due solely to a continuing metabolism, Matteo tends to maintain 190 pounds of weight to six feet and one inch of height. When he stands straight, he looks like a thin, athletic youth, but most of the time he just looks like a slacker.
Matteo is a trickster, a questioner, and charmer. He is absolutely obsessed with growth and change, especially in others. Nothing is more fascinating to him than to watch a couple break up, or kiss for the first time. Destroying the status quo is more than a hobby for him… It’s a way of life. A personal philosophy, so to speak. Matteo is in no way malicious. In fact, in most of his endeavors, he tries to be as beneficial as possible. It doesn’t always work, and occasionally it blows up in his face.
Emotionally, Matteo is fairly reserved, not that anyone else would guess. By all accounts, he wears his heart on his sleeve… But the truth is that Matteo doesn’t really trust or rely on anyone. Though not particularly tragic, his unstable past has left him with little means to grow attached to others. Once he does develop a true attachment for someone, however, his loyalty is unshakable.
Matteo is very calculating and precise when making decisions, but is ultimately ruled by his emotions and desires. He can be very capricious and whimsical at times, but most of the time, that’s a front for what he really is thinking or feeling. At other times, when he doesn’t have enough information, he’s quiet, observant, and thoughtful. It could be said that this is when he’s most honest.
Common sense and intelligence aren’t something Matteo actively thinks about, but he has them in even doses… Though neither quite as high as others around him. Matteo’s real talent is his charisma, his winning smile, and his uncanny sense of timing. He seems to always have the right thing to say, or the right way to put something to really drive a point home. He’s a man with presence; When he walks in to the room, the pianist at the saloon stops playing for just a moment, and, while no one actually looks at him, everyone playing cards trades glances back and forth.
His antics earn Matteo as many friends and allies as it does enemies, and he’s often around people who are willing to work with him. The saying, ”His friends would follow him anywhere, if only out of morbid curiousity.” Definitely applies to Matteo.
Matteo was the only son of a fairly well off set of greek parents, immigrated to the United States. The first of his line to be born on American soil, and his English still carries a hint of European accent, though none of its culture. Growing up in Baltimore, Maryland, Matteo learned how to survive in school and on the streets. Although Matteo’s parents were decently well off, they lived in a poor neighborhood. Matteo got the benefit of the nice clothes and the well cut hair, but the issue of having such things in a neighborhood where no one else did. Needless to say, Matteo learned how to talk his way out of a fight, and, barring that, how to come out of a fight with his pride intact.
Not much of one for relationships of any kind, Matteo tended to float on the outskirts of various social circles. Everyone knew him, but nobody knew him all that well. Save, that is, for the few people he chose as friends. To those friends, the people he chose to be truly close to, Matteo was intensely loyal. Though he never spent much time with any one person, he was always there for the people he cared about when they needed him. Though people have been known to say that his methods are ruthless on occasion, Matteo never failed to aid a friend in need.
At sixteen, his parents divorced. To a child his age, it was completely unexpected, and completely shattering. His mother, Melia, took Matteo away from Maryland. More than being separated from his father, being ripped away from his friends and loved ones really shattered Matteo. He was unable to reconcile not being able to help his friends… He did what he could over the phone, and on his occasional visits to his father, Tycho.
It happened just a few months ago… The dreams started. Matteo had just hung up the phone with Ginny, one of his friends from school. She was crying about how one of her boyfriends had left her, and some other such social drama. When she got off the phone, Matteo knew she was going to be alright, but it didn’t stop him from wanting so badly to be able to console and comfort her. He went to bed that night, and woke up in an ambulance being rushed to the hospital.
He was there about a day before they put him on a plane bound for Haven.
DELUSION : CHAINED KNIGHT : HUMAN
Awaking in the Delusion for the first time, Matteo found himself seated in a full suit of plate, shining in the noonday sun. His hair had grown to his waist, and he was armed with a greatsword with a giant, rune covered blade. Chains beneath the plate seemed to course back and forth across his body, like a constantly writhing metal snake. A skull adorns the center most part of his breastplate. Pauldrons, spiking out like so many daggers, weigh upon his shoulders.
A knight, a guardian of the little man, is more an expression of Matteo’s deeper desires that any other conventional symbol. The helm atop his head was three pointed, adorned with a smaller, nondescript jewel. His entire body is covered with battle scars, but his face seemed to portray a profound innocence.