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Level 104
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MATTHEW JOSIAH HAMILTON

(Dark grey = A comment of Matthew's on the topic.)



ファースト ネーム
First Name:
Matthew

サーネーム
Surname:
Hamilton
"FOR THE LAST TIME, I AM NOT A DESCENDANT OF ALEXANDER HAMILTON!"

プリファード ネーム
Preferred Name:
'Matt,' 'Matthew'

エーリアシズ
Aliases:
"Mattress", "Matt the ****", "S̶u̶g̶a̶r̶ ̶D̶a̶d̶d̶y̶", "Money Bags"
"Don't ask about that last one, I'm not actually that rich."

ジェンダー
Gender:

Male

エージ
Age:
25 years of age.
"Yep. That's right, I'm 25 years YOUNG. Not old. I am not an old man, contrary to popular belief."

ハイト
Height:
6 foot, 4 inches.
"A̶ ̶l̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶a̶l̶l̶e̶r̶ ̶d̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶,̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶a̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶i̶n̶'̶.̶.̶"

ビルド
Build:
An ectomorphic and lanky build, with small muscles, nothing special.
"
Nothing special? Oh, c'mon! Look at these slightly under-developed pecs, they're not-not special!"


An ectomorphic and lanky build, with small, under-developed muscles, which would make him appear quite weak.

"Okay, now that's just plain rude. Change it back! "


An ectomorphic and lanky build, with small muscles. Nothing special.

"Muuuch better.."


スキン カラー
Skin Color:
Slightly tanned skin.
"Skin as clear as a freshly shaven couch. Or was it ass? I can't remember."




アイ カラー
Eye Color:
Sky blue eyes.

ヘア スタイル
Hair Style:

"Contrary to Ishida Ripper's opinion, my hair does not make me look like a more mature Justin Bieber!"
ヘア カラー
Hair Color:
Chocolate brown.
"Don't try and eat it, please."

ファッション

Fashion:
Business-Casual
"I don't like formal, it's always so intimidating. It's why I'm scared shitless of Nathan Herrington!"

アブノーマリティズ
Abnormalities:
A scar from a gunshot wound on his left hip.
"You can shoot my right hip too if you want. I love symmetry!"

デート オブ バース
Date of Birth:
August 12th, 1994.

プレース オブ バース
Place of Birth:
(Brooklyn) New York, America
"EY, I'M WALKIN' 'ERE!"

ナショナリティー
Nationality:
Russian-American
"Dad loves vodka.."

レース
Race:

Caucasian

セクシュアル・オーリエンテーション
Sexual Orientation:
Heterosexual / Bi-curious
"I'm not even sure at this point, Taketatsuan is one handsome principal."
"..."
"That was a joke, I'm not in love with my boss."


レリジャス ベリーフス
Religious Beliefs:
Roman Catholic
"Psalm 137;9... Blessed is the one who grabs your little children and smashes them against a rock."
"That's probably why I love God."


ポリティカル ベリーフス
Political Beliefs:
"...Uhhh.. That's a box of worms I'm not willing to open."

ジェンレル アピアランス
General Appearance

Appearance: A youthful male, standing at 6'4 ft. tall with an adorning, ectomorphic/lanky build. He'd wear dark brown, curly hair, which appeared to be unstyled and wild-looking. He'd have sky blue eyes, which would radiate an extroverted and friendly attitude. More often than not, he'll be found looking at the child-like friendship bracelet found on his hand. His skin would be clear, with minor freckles spreading around his nose & cheek area.

パーソナリティー

Personality:
Matthew is quite a joke-y type person, always ready to crack a few jokes, occasionally at the expense of people he isn't all too fond of, which also land him in a bit of trouble from time to time. His almost dorky way of covering situations leaves him to be a bit clumsy, almost never seeming to take enough precaution going into any form of a dangerous situation. He's incredibly protective of the people he cares about and loves, even though he's not the type to get into arguments or fights. He's always constantly wearing a fresh, contagious smile, accompanied by a beaming, extroverted and friendly attitude. He does have personal issues that are all consequences of his past, none of them he is willing to discuss with anyone, letalone extremely close friends. His lack of affection from others growing up leaves him to be a bit emotionally stagnant in romantic relationships, unless he's madly in love with the significant other, making him go absolutely nuts for their love and attention. His patience when it comes to students or young adults wears incredibly thick, rarely ever making him genuinely upset.

ディジーゼズ / イルネス

Diseases/Illness:

None.
"Does being hot count?"
"..."
"No?"
"Okay.."


キャラクター ボイス

Character Voice:
(The male's voice, obviously!)
エクィプメント
Equipment:
Usually keeps a pen and a notebook close by, as well as some cherry-flavored mints.

クローズズ
Clothes:
Usually in casual attire, as he believes that formal attire can give off an intimidating and serious vibe. More often than not, he rolls his sleeves up, revealing a self-made friendship bracelet that only a little child could make.

ホビズ
Hobbies:
Swimming
Reading
(History books, occasionally romance and horror novels.)
Playing the acoustic guitar
Playing piano
↪ MOONWALKING (Specifically with Dai and/or Danil)
TAP DANCING (More often than not when 'Matt' is stressed out.)


シリアス プロブレムズ
Serious Problems/Flaws/Addictions/Disorders/Disabilities:
'Matt' has a minor addiction to nicotine, as well as
"It's not an addiction... Kids can just be stressful, is all!"


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スキルズ

Skills:

Besides his musical hobbies, comforting people in their time of need when it's most needed, as well as giving them small motivational words of encouragement is a specialty of Matthew's. He also has a small gift of finding the right presents for people on special occasions, e.g Christmas, birthdays, weddings, etc. Another one of his 'sklls', is tap dancing, although it's more of a hobby to him, he's incredibly skilled at it.

クァークス
Quirks:
Slight stutter, says "Err-.." A lot.
"Err-.. Wait- What? No! I don't have a stutter!"

ファミリー
Family:
[Gray = What Matthew has to say about them.]

Father: Ward Josiah Hamilton [58] ALIVE
[Words cannot describe how much of a dick this guy is.]

Brother
: Theodore Watson Hamilton [32] DECEASED
[Passed away iin a car accident whilst intoxicated.}


Brother
: Casper Hamilton [29]ALIVE
[Unrelenting bully who does nothing but tease me when I'm around.]

Brother
: Brandon Mark Hamilton [29] ALIVE
[Same as Casper. Unrelenting bully.]

Brother
: Bryan Hamilton [30] DECEASED
[Ugly bully who was murdered by Loan Sharks.]

Brother
: Michael Jason Hamilton [27] ALIVE
[The only sensible person in our family ... Who has depression and suicidal thoughts.. And is probably going to kill himself..]

Brother
: Chad Maria Hamilton [29] ALIVE
[****y asshole who runs a publishing company. I refer to him as 'Maria', so all his buds know he's got a girl's name as a middle name. Haha.]

Brother: Mycroft Hamilton [24] ALIVE

Mother: Haylee Maria Hamilton [54] 『DECEASED
[..Refused to go to the doctors when she had fallen ill.]





A story told by yours truly.

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The following would be in the form of a low-quality tape recording;

"Hello? Is this thing working?"

"My name is Matthew Josiah Hamilton. I figured I'd record this whole "backstory" of mine so maybe anyone interested in me could listen to it in the future.. Not that anyone really would. Haha.
I guess I'll start off with my family, the people I hate the most. I used to reside in a rich neighborhood in Brooklyn, among my seven brothers and two biological parents. Said neighborhood was located right next to quite the crime-ridden area. All of my family seemed to go against me, teasing me and casting me was something I had to adapt to overtime. Although my father seems like a nice person, based on his exterior, I can assure you that's not the case whatsoever. With incredibly evident gambling addiction, I had no choice but to feed into it for him, meaning I had to give him my own hard-earned money for his stupid Poker games.


Those who stand for nothing, fall for anything.

Besides my family, I felt completely alone. I had little to no friends to hang out with, most people had let their opinion of me be warped by my relatives. The only people I really had were in my tap dancing group, but even that in itself just sounds gay, something no one was really all too fond of where I lived in.
I only tap dance when I'm stressed out nowadays, it definitely doesn't feel like the eccentric and lively passion I used to have back then.
Eventually, I got mixed up with the wrong crowd, as plenty of teenagers do.
I was on my way home after sneaking out, seeing as my parents never permitted me to leave the house past 6 PM, when I got jumped by a bunch of rando's in an alleyway. Yeah, yeah, I know it wasn't the smartest move on my part. Being a poor as shit, they really didn't have anything to mug me of. They pitied me so much that they offered me a position in their 'gang'.. If you can call it that. They were notorious for spray painting all over town, extremely hated by all of the middle-aged Karen's in our neighborhood. Getting into a 'gang' made me ditch the whole tap dancing scene for a while, because I felt like it was too un-cool for someone like.. Me. Getting mixed up with these people got me involved in all sorts of bad-natured shit. It's where I first started smoking, where I did weed for the first time, things like that.


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Eventually, my grandfather was able to convince me to drop the whole 'Spray painting gang shtick', turns out I wasn't about that crime life if you know what I'm sayin'. Instead, my grandfather decided he'd try and distract me with some of his old war stories of World War Two. Which I must admit, worked better than it should have. I remember being a 15-year-old, young fella, looking up some history on WW2 to try and impress my grandpap. Which.. Now that I'm looking back on it.. Was some extremely basic stuff that any kid who attended a history class before would know. I'm pretty sure my grandpa just acted impressed so he wouldn't hurt my feelings.

Eventually, searching up historical topics became a hobby of mine. I'd try and get my hands on anything history-related at any opportunity; An absolute fanatic for it. It's almost like an addiction now, I always seem to fail at keeping my hands away from anything history related.
Once I had turned 16.. Things changed.
Most teenagers celebrate their 16th birthday, calling it their 'Sweet Sixteens'. Not me, though. A day before my birthday, my father came up to me telling me about how he had hired a Private Tutor to come and teach me some Russian. I asked him why. He told me that he did business with the wrong people, lending out loans of some pretty shady figures, making him a target for intense gang violence and that he needed to get as far away as possible. He told me once I was able to speak Russian on a basic level, we'd be up and away.

Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.


I never learned why he took me to Russia of all people. All I know is that he didn't want to be lonely there and that he needed someone to keep him company. I have my theories, but none of them seem plausible enough for a guy like him. Once we moved to Russia, I was greeted with a whole different scene. I picked up tap dancing there again, which was where it became more of a stress-reliever than a hobby. My dad having found absolutely no occupation whilst we were in Russia, I was the one in charge of making all the money.

During my stay in Russia, my father had received word of my mother falling ill. He never let me know what illness she had, I guess he never thought to let me know. All I got day-to-day was a single sentence on how she was doing.. 'She's getting worse, her head has been aching today', 'She's still not any better, her stomach was hurting today'.. Or my personal favorite; 'You don't deserve to know.'

Hearing about my mothers state and the financial crisis we were in lead me to.. Questionable life decisions. I was assisting as a Kindergarten caretaker for the short period of time I was there, which was quite alright. It made my patience with children grow incredibly thick.
But that didn't really pay enough.. With no proper qualifications, as well as my hate for McDonald's, I was left with the only viable option..

I was a stripper.

Yeah... I don't know about you, but I don't know many teachers that are meant to be a role model to their students, who also used to be a Russian stripper. It's not something I can say I'm proud of, but I had no other choice. The only thing that's coming of it now is speaking into this old tape recorder like I have to justify myself to anyone, not that anyone is listening to this, anyway.

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Only two months into my stay in Russia, I heard about my mother's detrimental illness worsening to a point where death was inevitable. Hearing this, it didn't take long for me to finally run away, once and for all. My mother, despite taking a more affectionate position to all of my other siblings, I still loved dearly She was the nicest person in my family, unlike my father; who was diametrically opposed to her. Furthermore, I decided I had enough of my fathers bullshit, the countless arguments we had at the end of every day, the poor behavior my father adored, the harassment of older men trying to get into my pants as a stripper, all of it. I finally had enough. It had been a decision I had absentmindedly debated over for weeks. When I finally decided on an affirmative response to it, I remember standing in the doorway of the small apartment we owned, and the final words I had said to my father. I remember every single word.

"You know what, dad? I am sick of you using me like some fucking puppet! I'm tired of working my ass off day to day, working two part-time jobs just to feed YOUR addiction. You and the rest of the family all think you're sooo much better than me, but news flash! You're not! You're supposed to be my dad, someone who protects his son and loves him to no end, that's what a real dad is supposed to be like! You treat me like you despise every fiber of my being, and I don't know why! You say hurtful things to me constantly. Do you have any idea what that feels like? No, of course, you don't! I wouldn't expect anything less from a man such as yourself, someone who sits on his ass all day, and waits for all of the work to get done for him! Fuck you, Ward. I'll see you in hell, asshole."

There'd be a brief pause in the tape, the silence almost overwhelming.

When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.
I had moved back to America, but not before I guilt-tripped my father into signing me up for the military. You see, I wasn't permitted to join without parental consent at 17, I had to be 18 to do that. When I had joined, I received something I had never really known before; Actual friendship. The people in my unit may have been stubborn and unrelenting, but I respected them with everything I had. They showed me genuine respect, something my family could never provide. Those people felt like family to me. A real family.

I still occasionally visit some of them, some living in France, some in America, some of them even live in Canada now! They're all incredibly nice people, I could have never asked for a more welcoming brotherhood.
Of course, being in the military wasn't all butterflies n' rainbows. After only a few months of training, we were shipped off to Afghanistan. Plenty of shitty things happened there, but there are specific events that no man could ever forget. I watched tanks shoot at their own soldiers, I watched good friends die, and I even managed to get shot in the midst of it. The gunshot wound on my left hipbone doesn't look very pretty if you ask me. One and a half years into service, I decided that it just wasn't for me. I couldn't take it anymore, after seeing plenty of my friends die, I decided I didn't want to become one of them.

Of course, before this, I had visited my mother one final time before she had passed. I remember her once blue eyes, which had always appeared so friendly and extroverted: Stripped of any and all life they had. The day she passed away was the day I visited her, I remember her smiling at me and telling me how she never had meant to cast me aside like some worn-out toy and that all of it had been my father's idea.
She had flashed me her signature smile one final time, mouthing her final words... Which I wouldn't really feel comfortable sharing.

As an attempt to move past this, I decided to pursue my hobby which had become a habit; History. I went to college, got my degree, and became a teacher. After teaching for just one year in America, I decided that I just couldn't live among bad memories and tragic past experiences, so I moved to Japan, a place with a culture I had always been interested in. I had a look at all of the schools I could teach at, but all of them just seemed the same and so repetitive.. Until I stumbled upon Karakura High. I'm not sure what it is.. But something about that school and the town it resides in is just... Different. I'm incredibly happy to be teaching at such a prestigious school, I wouldn't give it up for the world.

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Now I'm just a normal guy in Karakura, I moved past my edgy backstory, even though I still like to reminisce on the few good times I had there. I've got plenty of friends like Sierra, Danil, Suzume, Dai,... I could go on and on! I'm glad to have survived all of my teenage years, coming out of America as a fresh new man. I have to admit, I haven't really had a girlfriend for a hot minute, but I'm perfectly content with it. Although.. I do get plenty of students flirting with me.. But they're still going through puberty, so it doesn't really count.

I'm happy with where I'm at, I wouldn't change anything about it for the world.
 
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alli

Level 20
Height:
6 foot, 4 inches.
"A̶ ̶l̶o̶t̶ ̶t̶a̶l̶l̶e̶r̶ ̶d̶o̶w̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶r̶e̶,̶ ̶i̶f̶ ̶y̶a̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶s̶a̶y̶i̶n̶'̶.̶.̶"
1. bruh
2. it looks nice :joy:
 

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