Post by matthewjwilliams on Mar 4, 2011 21:44:00 GMT -5
[/u] I love to be around people. I am a very social person and I will take up an offer to hang out as soon as it is offered. I think I like to
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APEEKBEHINDTHEMAGIC
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NAME ! Matthew
AGE ! 15
PREFERED CONTACT METHOD ! PM
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WANNAGETTOKNOWME
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FULL NAME ! Derrik Jason Williams
NICKNAME(S) ! Matt, Matty, M
AGE ! 15
DATE OF BIRTH ! May 23, 1976
GRADE ! Sophmore
RACE ! Witch
AFFILIATION ! Good-------------------------------------------------------------
ATASTEOFYOURWITCHCRAFT
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POWERS !FIRST MANIFESTATION !
PROFICIENCY !
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MIRRORMIRRORONTHEWALL
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OVERALL APPEARANCE !FACIAL FEATURES !
STYLE !
PLAYBY ! My playby is a hair model and no name is given.
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ONTHEOUTSIDELOOKINGIN
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LIKES !
be around people so much because as a kid my mom was dead and my dad was never around so now I feel like I have to be the center of
attention. People being around me gives me a sense of security and happiness.
LIKE TWO I like being sure people are always safe. My heart hurts when other people are hurt. My grandma was always there for people in
need whether it be a demon or emotional support, so I guess that is where I get it from. I like to listen to people's problems and find the best
solution to fix it.
LIKE THREE I love sports. I have always liked playing sports. Before my dad got into problems, he started me on a little league team and
my love for sports has grown. I play all kinds of sports such as baseball, basketball, football, and soccor. When I'm playing sports I feel free and
like I can do anything.
[/ul]DISLIKES !
because it leaves me helpless to help other people. When people that are in a bad mood come around I feel compelled to just leave or to try my
best to make them feel better or to make them happy.
DISLIKE TWO I don't like having to make potions. I am horrible at making potions and I get either blown away or something on me changes.
I don't know what the deal is, but potion making is not my best field. I get nervous when I have to make a potion. I know that when I make a potion
something bad will happen.
DISLIKE THREE I don't like time. Time is not a necessity to me. It is just a place in life that gives you a chance to mess up or succeed with
greatness. I don't wear a watch and you will hardly ever find me looking at a clock. Time makes me feel pressured and makes me feel like I have
to have something done in that very moment.
[/ul]STRENGTHS !
myself better and to form myself into something greater than I was before. I love people so that means that I am able to relate to people easier
and I am able to see other people's problems easier. Since I love to be around people so much I can get to know them and find their deepest
secrets or their biggest issues.
STRENGTH TWO Another of my strengths is my ability to see through people's "mask." I am easily able to see through other peoples cover
up when they are lying about something. When someone is sad or upset and they are using a different facial expression I can see through it with ease. When people refuse to show their real identity or what is really wrong with them I can see right past them and know that they are lying about it.
[/ul]WEAKNESSES !
WEAKNESS TWO Another one of my weaknesses is my low self esteem. I don't see myself to be as high and mighty as some might. I always feel inferior to everyone else and therefore I am always hard on myself. Because of my low self esteem, it is hard for me to learn. When there is something that I am able to do, I don't because I feel like I am to inferior to be able to do it, so I don't succeed at it.
[/ul]GOAL !
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IT'SALLSPELLSANDPOTIONS
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IT'SALLSPELLSANDPOTIONS
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CLASSES TAKING !
- English / Lit [II]
- History of Magic [II]
- Living Non-Magical [all seniors, only seniors]
- Magical Ethics [II]
- Potion Making [II]
- Vanquishing [II]
- [Molecular Combustion] [II]
- [Astral Projection] [II]
FAVOURITE CLASS !
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I'MGONNACALLTHISHOME
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I'MGONNACALLTHISHOME
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HOMETOWN ! I was born in New York City, but I was raised in San Francisco.
MOTHER ! Lisa Williams, 39, mortal, none, deceased
FATHER ! Criss Williams, 40, witch, telekinesis and empathy, deceased
SIBLINGS ! Aedan Williams, 13, witch, telekinesis and premonition
SPOUSE ! None
CHILDREN ! None
OTHER SIGNIFICANT FAMILY ! Gwen Williams, Grandmother (Granny), 65, witch, molecular combustion and premonition
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I'LLTELLYOUMYSTORY
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I'LLTELLYOUMYSTORY
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I was born in New York City, New York to Criss and Lisa Williams. Soon after I was born, we moved to San Francisco, California so that we could be closer to my grandmother and mom's side of the family. I was raised in a good home with plenty of money. I never went without and I my life was good until I was about two. When I was two my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. I didn't understand what that was at the time, but I would learn and it would ruin my life forever. When I was three, my mom had been battling the cancer for almost ten months and she died. It was the most devastating time in my entire life.
As soon as my mother died, I obviously went to live with my dad. We both grieved for days on end, and then my dad changed. He started drinking and he got into drugs. It got worse and worse and he started becoming abusive. He was always drunk and high and he couldn't keep a job to save his life. One day he told me that he was going to buy some more alcohol. He left me there alone at my house at age five. I wasn't old enough to stay home alone, but it was anything new to me. Since my father started to become abusive, I started seeing my grandmother less and less because he was afraid I would tell her how he acted. That day that he left me alone to go get more acohol, he didn't come back. I was in my own house alone for two days and I was only five years old.
Luckily, my grandmother got tired of not seeing me and she came to check up on me. She found me alone and asked me where my dad was. I told her that he had left two days ago and that I hadn't seen him since. She took me in and took on the form of a legal guardian to me. I grew up with her and life went on. I didn't remember much about my dad and when I brought up the subject to my grandmother, she either acted as if she hadn't heard me or just changed the subject quickly. Life was normal with my grandmother. I was still happy and I still had everythind I needed. But I always had that feeling that something was missing in my life. I felt like something wasn't right or that part of me was missing.
One day, when I was about twelve years old I remember that I was at school. The bell rang, I got the books I needed to do homework and I was about to leave to get on the bus to come home, but my dad was waiting outside for me. I didn't know who he was at first because I hadn't seen him in almost eight years. He told me that he was my dad and that he missed me. He wanted me to come back to live with him. I didn't agree at first because I didn't really know him and I couldn't be sure that he was my father. So, I got on the bus and I went home. I told my grandma the whole situation and she was infuriated. She called his cell phone and told him that if he dared try to speak to me again or even try to set foot on her property that she would kill him and that it wouldn't be pretty. I didn't catch much of the conversation, but enough to know that he shouldn't come around me again.
My dad took her advice and stayed away. I continued my life as normal and then one day, when I was about 13, he decided to show back up. Except this time he showed up at my grandma's doorstep when I was home alone. I knew who he was this time and he tried to get me to come with him again. I wasn't stupid. I told him that he needed to leave me alone because obviously my grandma didn't want him around me. He continued his persuasion and finally he left once he realized that I wasn't going with him. My grandma came home and I didn't say anything about my dad coming around because, although he was a jerk, I didn't want him to get hurt. That night he showed back up. My grandma answered the door and I could tell she was furious. They yelled and argued about how he abandoned me at age five and that he didn't deserve me now. That night, he forcibly entered the house, my grandma made me go to my room, and after much yelling and fighting, she vanquished him. She blew him up because he was going to try to take me.
I didn't find out about this until just recently. It doesn't devestate me as bad as my grandmother thought it would because he was never there for me so I didn't really get to come to love him as a father. My life continued on and just recently I found my power of molecular combustion. The same power my grandmother used to kill my father. Once I got my active power, my grandmother told me that she was a witch and that so was I. So, she started teaching me about spell and potions and demons, but she figured that it would probably be better if I went to Magic School to learn about the magical world efficiently and that landed me here in Magic School a year ago. I spent my freshman year here as a newbie, just like the rest of the freshman. It was tough at first because I had just gotten my powers, but it got easier and I started understanding it better and better. Now, I am a sophmore and I intend to graduate from Magic School with good grades and a great reputation so that I can be the best witch I can be.
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There Derrik's dad stood in the doorway of his grandmother's house. He looked around his grandmother at him as he yelled at her. After a few minutes he began to change. His skin turned a thick black color and red markings appeared on the top. He hit Derrik's grandmother and she hit the wall and was knocked out. Derrik started to walk backwards as his his dad approached him with the sharp claws that his dad had. Derrik tripped over the stairs and his dad leaped at him.
Derrik shot upright in his bed. The room was dark and he had broken out into a cold sweat. He looked around as he breathed heavily. "It was just a dream. It was just a dream.", he said to himself quietly between breaths. He closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again. There was a faint wave look in the air and suddenly the demon from Derrik's dream appeared in front of his bed. Derrik yelled loudly and scooted back in his bed. The demon formed a fireball in his hand and threw it at Derrik. Derrik raised his hands and the fireball blew up. He did it again and it knocked the demon against the wall. He shimmered out.
Derrik's grandmother quickly swung the door to his room open and looked around, hands up, ready to blow someone up if need be. She turned to Derrik when she didn't see anything and said, "What was all that about?" He shook his head and looked up at her. "That demon that keeps attacking. He attacked again. I blew him back and he shimmered out.", Derrik replied to her question. She sighed and sat on the end of the bed and looked at him. "Maybe we need to send you somewhere safe. Somewhere where it's extremely hard for demons to attack and you will be able to master your powers faster. Derrik looked at her confused. "We'll send you to Magic School.", she said.
Derrik was skeptical at first, but he came around to the idea. His grandmother's whitelighter, James, orbed him and his grandmother into Magic School. They said their goodbyes and James and his grandmother orbed back out. So, there Derrik was; alone in a world that he knew nothing about and really had nothing to do with until just recently. He stood there with his bags when a blonde headed boy walked past him. "Hey, hey! Can you help me?", he asked the boy as he walked by.
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