matthew daskon.

[&&.matthew daskon.]

STUDENT BIOGRAPHY

MATTHEW DASKON.

ZAC EFFRON.
And people say you dye your hair
And wear tight jeans
That doesn't mean that you can't scream
Or like loud noise
You have a voice.

YOUR-BASIC-INFO

NAME: SandyWhiskaaaas.
AGE: Five thousand, six hundred and fourty seven. Joking. It's a secret. ;D
GENDER: Female, in real life.
CHARACTERS: Two, Kathryne Fuschilia & Jessica Flowerton.
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Mia/Darkee.
ACTIVITY LEVEL: Five. :)

THEIR-BASIC-INFO

NAME: Matthew Jonathan Daskon.
NICKNAMES: Matt, and by close friends, Matty.
AGE: Fourteen.
GENDER: He is a boy.
BIRTHDAY: January 31st, 1996.
BIRTHPLACE: Essex, England
CLASS/YEAR: Year Nine.
SEXUALITY: Gay.

THE-BEAUTY-OUTSIDE

FACE CLAIM: Zac Effron.
HAIR: He has long, emo style hair (though he isn't an emo). It's naturally blonde but he dyed it black.
EYES: Matthew has baby-blue, almond-shaped eyes.
BODY BUILD: Slim, and a bit underweight.
HEIGHT: Five foot nine.
WEIGHT: A bit under the average for his age.
OTHER: Has a scar on the back of his right ankle, from when he ripped it against a tree.

THE-BEAUTY-INSIDE

LIKES: Music, movies, talking, being the center of attention, sports, and staying up late.
DISLIKES: Getting up early, bad music, silence, being ignored, Maths.
STRENGTHS: Making friends, Art & Drama, and antagonising teachers(!).
WEAKNESSES: Has trouble staying quiet, gets a lot of detentions at school, doesn't always use his full brainpower.
FLAWS: Matthew's main flaw is probably that he's a bit headstrong. He's occasionally a bit arrogant; but that very rarely happens.
OVERALL PERSONALITY: Matthew is the kind of guy that everyone wants to be; he has good looks, he's charming, great at making friends, and he can draw a crowd doing anything. There's one thing, though; he's gay, even though he could get any girl he wants. Matthew is very open about this, and doesn't care what other people think of him. He's good at creativity stuff, namely Art and Drama, as well as being great at sport, but can't stay quiet for a long time and is sometimes a bit headstrong and arrogant. But, this is now a rare thing since he's a bit older, and everyone still likes him. It's extremely hard to stay mad at him for any more than a few days, really.

PAST-AND-FUTURE

BEST MEMORY: Getting accepted into Sonnisle Academy.
WORST MEMORY: His pet dog, Goldie, dying, when he was nine.
BEST DREAM: Becoming an actor, or an artist.
WORST DREAM: Losing all his friends.
BRIEF HISTORY:

• When he was three, Matthew and his family adopted a dog, Goldie.
  
• Matthew's dog died when he was nine; after that, his mind went strictly on schoolwork, and his grades excelled.
  
• He got accepted into Sonnisle Academy.
  
• He found out he was gay, and fully welcomed the fact. None of his friends cared, really, which he was happy about.
  
• He's at Year Nine in Sonnisle Academy now.

KIN-AND-KITH

FATHER: Jonathan, 46, carpenter, lives in England.
MOTHER: Vera, 44, nurse, lives in England with Matthew's father.
SIBLINGS: Carrie, 18, unemployed, living with parents in England; Georgia, 15, at Sonnisle Academy, still in school.

PETS: Goldie, 6, died when Matthew was nine.
OTHER: None.

MISCELLANEOUS

TITLE: Easygoing & Likeable
CLIQUE: Jock.
ROLEPLAYING EXAMPLE: The rain drizzled down steadily, wetting the artificially lighted city, beating against the walls of derelict buildings, tapping gently on the windows oflate-night restaurants and pubs. In a coffee shop, one waitress wandered around the warm little corner-building. There was not much business, as everyone was either huddled up in home or sheltering in a larger, brighter place. One man stared through the streaming rain. The waitress walked over to him, tacky high heels clicking. “Can I help you, sir?” she inquired.
He started as she talked to him, but was seemingly ignoring her; he seemed to have seen something outside.
“Sir?” she prompted again, running a hand through her frizzy ginger hair. He turned slowly to face her, and spoke in a voice as soft and quiet as velvet silk.
“No, I am fine, thank you, ma’am. I must leave this lovely little shop now, however.”
And, with that, he turned away and strolled out of the coffee shop. Though she wasn’t sure, the waitress was sure she spotted a glimmer of silver and a curved blade in his hand.
OTHER INFORMATION: Arglefoof/foofelgra... as usual.