Roleplay
AIM Example One:
The cloak of dark fell heavily upon his form as he sat on the swing. With a push of his legs the seat beneath him moved slowly, causing the ancient chains to creak in the most stereotypical manner possible. Curling his hands around the links of metal Matt leant back, the muscles in his arms flexing, aviators hiding his eyes, baseball cap shadowing his features, black clothes -- mostly of the tight variety -- hiding tattooed skin from the glare of moonlight. He was wallowing. Not a rare occurrence, but not a pleasant one either, pierced lips tugged down in the slightest frown, his brow creased as he glared at the merry-go-round in front of him. And oh.. if looks could kill and playground toys could die...
Them.
Matt could sense the other before he saw him. The merest sound of shoes to the ground, so light but so there. Like something you could see in the corner of your eye - it existed, but it was faint. He kept his head down, of course. He could feel eyes burning through him and he was curious of their intentions. So he kept the slow rock, luminescent gaze fixed almost stubbornly on the construction before him, strong jaw clenched. Because as much as he knew of the being watching him... he was clueless as to what he/she/it actually was.. So either a feed or a fight was on the way. All the better to vent his frustrations.
Them.
Well, that busted his bubble. Instead of looking away with a practiced defiance he was forced to look at the other as he set himself upon the merry-go-round. And indeed... he was definitely a he. A he that intrigued Matt far too much, even as his expression refused to betray it. That stern nature remained, his eyes changing. The spark within flecks of gold and green morphed into a different sort of hunger as he was finally close enough to catch a scent on the wind. His own kind. It was now that he looked away, not quite preferring to look up at the sky but doing it anyway, the shift of light pulling his features from the shadows and into the pale of the moon. "You shouldn't be out at such a time.."
Journal Example One:
Caleb 'Shadows' Matthews.
Void of the usual parental dramatics that seemed to be the norm of the 80's, I was born and raised in Huntington Beach, California. My relationship with my parents was rocky, at best, as with most wild teens such as my good self, but the love was there, easing the inevitable break when I was 19. I haven't spoken to them, or the lil sis, since, despite a lack of bitter feelings.
It's just one of those things.
That seems to be a theme heavy in my life. 'Just one of those things'. The motto's always been 'go with the flow' and it seems that 'those things' are a nasty little bi-product.
Though really, if you knew me, you'd realise what a fucking oxymoron that is...
I like to control. Ever since I was a kid I've had issues with dominance, power. I want everything my own way. I want what I want and I know how to get it. But the issue is, in life, there are a lot of other people. And sometimes, for my plans to pull through, I need to control a few of them, too.
Only it never works like that, huh?
Nyah. A guy like me couldn't be that lucky.
But anyway. Life story and all that shit.
31st of July 1981, bouncing lil baby Matthews was born. I was dubbed Caleb for some reason unknown to me, but later the nickname 'Shadows' seemed to stick due to some snide, speedy fights through highschool.
I was an alright kid. A little bit punk, much to my parent's disappointment. Middleclass, suburban Californians don't tend to appreciate an eight year old toddling along on a skateboard with jeans hanging off his ass and GNR blaring. Apparently.
But it got worse than that. GNR grew to Pantera, the skateboard to a motorbike, and much to the enjoyment of most, the pants got far tighter. Along with most of my clothing.
What can I say? I started training, wanted to show it off.
Spent most of my early youth in a Catholic school. Unlike most, I found it rather cool. There's something distinctly sordid about the whole religion that I find fascinating. I still know the Bible pretty well. What other book full of rape, murder, prostitution and the supernatural could you read and be respected by old grannies for? Though it didn't quite help with the anger management... but that's a tale for another day.
I hung out with the very, very right wrong crowds, got in far too many fights -- and I've got the scars to prove it -- which lead to being chucked out of far too many highschools. My parents thought this might break me up from the group of friends I had, but alas... no can do. We stuck like glue until my family had enough, I got chucked out and signed up for the army.
I don't know what they expected. I was a weedy little kid who had to ask others to fight his battles. Then I got strong, I got smart, and decided my own fights were my own. It's an attitude I respected then and still do. People are out to hurt you, just make sure you hurt them first.
Unfortunately, the army didn't like that too much. I was out within a year. But it was a good year. Instilled discipline on a different level to religiously playing bass and pushing weights. Plus, I learned how to use guns, which is always useful.
Floated around for a bit then. Fun times. Got a girlfriend. Liked her, a lot.
She walked in on me with her brother.
Apparently that doesn't go down too well.
Cue moving to Vegas. The city of lights and parties, despite a Mormon population to rival ol' Salt Lake. But hey. There's always work available. I worked my way up, joined a small security company, moved on to bigger ones, and voila.
Bellagio.
I don't think I've done bad for a small town boy with an obsession for sleaze novels and horror movies. What do you think?
I Am...:
Caleb Matthews (calebmshadows) @ The Bellagio.
Matt Sanders (seizethematt) @ Sunnyvale Summer Camp.
Matt Shadows (xmxshadowsx) @ walk_inthe_dark
Synyster Gates (synfulfedora) @ blackwallst_rp
Synyster Gates (synxsins) @ maxsecurity
Matthew Sanders (eldersanders) @ shirtandtierp
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