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EXILE: Matt Richards

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Published: Apr 19, 2013

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Finally, a non-pokemon gjinka group~

AND THANK YOU

FOR HELPING ME PUT MATT ON THE APP BECAUSE I'M A DUMB IDIOT WHO CAN'T DO IT HERSELF //Cries
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[ Name ]: Matt Richards
[ Age ]: Twenty-five
[ Gender ]: Male

[ Weapon Description ]: Double Barrel Shotgun Pistol
This gun is quite smaller than it's original size of the regular shotgun. Matt's gun is also what you would call a Sawed-off shotgun. Due to it's current size, it makes it very easy to maneuver and conceal from sight. But as it is easy to hide away and use, it does have it downfall. It has a very limited range, due to it having a lower muzzle velocity and wide spread of shot. So it is possible for him to miss his target who can still be alive if the target is at a farther distance. It only can contain two bullets at a time, thus meaning Matt has to reload every two he shoots. It is possible for it to be jammed because it is just a regular gun that he supposedly "died" with. So unlike all the fancy weapons/powers that others have, he is at a huge disadvantage with this if it tends to jam, which is likely.
~~OMG. THIS IS SHITTY, I HOPE THIS IS ACCEPTABLE. I DON'T USUALLY DESCRIBE GUNS. //WEEPS~~

[ Personality ]:
- Calm
- Loyal
- Blunt
- Understanding
- Intuitive
- Hard-working

[ Biography ]:
Matt here, was human like every other runt that ended up in hell. But let's hear how his tale went shall we? He was born in America. You know the land of the free, where every great opportunity arises for everyone? The place that everyone dreamed of living there for a new chance? Well to be more exact, he was born in New York. The Big Apple? Yes, and no. He wasn't born in the city, instead of he was born in the slums and lived most of his life there. He had a little sister whom he cherished very much and acted like her parent because his own weren't even capable of filling that role. His parents were seriously addicted to gambling, which is why they were living in the streets in the first place, living in that small, cramped and shitty apartment. His parents couldn't afford a house in the city since they couldn't stop spending their money away just for that petty favorite game of theirs. So they got their home foreclosed, and was practically chased away even before Matt was born. And Matt here had to fend for himself, trying to find food to feed himself and his sister. But mostly it was for his sister. He was lucky if he ever found food enough for the both of them.

What a shitty life you had there Matt, but weren't you going to end up like your parents anyway?

Apparently not. He tried to be better than his parents. He didn't want to appear soiled like they were. So even at a young age, he tried his best to get a job. But of course, he was young so he was always denied of it. That didn't stop him, he was determined to save money so he could get out of the streets. Get both him and his sister out of there, to somewhere safe, somewhere nice, somewhere that felt like home compared to this rat hole of a place their parents called home. A place of their own, where they could eat something that isn't filthy and scavenged out of the dumpster. A bedroom for the each of them, a working bathroom, a clean kitchen, and even better clothes for the two of them. They were always wearing clothes that were either too small or too big for them yet they reeked of stink no matter what. School was such a drag anyway. They went to a shitty school that could get into even with the government's help. And to make it better, he was bullied a lot for being the poor kid. His sister too, but of course he tried his best to protect her, by letting her bullies pick on him as well.

People change if you gave them a chance, don't they?

No, they don't. Matt never saw his parents give one hint of them changing their ways. Even if he did give them a chance, it didn't matter anyway. He didn't really care for them anymore. He only looked out for himself and his sister. Losing all hope in thinking that his parents would change for the better and actually care about their children. Although something did change inside of him. It happened when he was walking home with his sister from school one day, and got jumped by a gang of kids that were in his grade. Of course he told his sister to run, to get away and get home while he fended them off. He was getting beat up badly. He was hoping they would stop kicking on him. Matt was getting bruises all over his body, and he couldn't fight back since they were bigger than him. It was painful, he wanted them to go away already, but he couldn't muster the words to tell them off because the kicks to his chest knocked the wind out of him. And then, he didn't feel the kicks anymore, it was gone. He was helped up on his feet. He groaned in pain, staring at the strange hand that was on his arm.

There's always good people in the world that outweighs the bad things

It was somebody he had never seen before. A male police officer in fact, and behind that stranger, there was his sister. She went to look for help, finding someone who could help her brother and she found a police officer paroling in his car. She ran over, not thinking about her safety just in case the officer did not see her and hit her with his car, begging him to come help her brother. She explained the situation, and took off in the direction of where Matt was. He look around and tried to look for the kids that were bullying him. He didn't see them. He thought the officer had arrested them, but instead the kids ran away quickly when they saw the police officer. The officer gave Matt some words of advice telling him not to let the bullies get to him, and if they ever bothered him again, he could always call on the officer to help him out. Nobody would believe that, but Matt somehow trusted the stranger's words for some reason.

Now didn't that inspire you?

It did for Matt. He was inspired to become an police officer, one to serve and help people. Instead of his original plan of trying to save up money to move him and his sister out from the streets. He was determined to become one. He wanted to be exactly like that officer that helped him out. So he dropped out of school and went to the police academy when he was the right age to join. Although he dropped out of school, he still wanted his sister to attend school for the both of them, because he wanted her to get an education and knew she was capable to do so. Later on, he graduated from the academy and became what he wanted to be. Serving others, helping, arresting people that weren't following the law, and other things. He also managed to buy that house like he always said and moved out of the streets into a small little town. Life was perfect for him. It was, finally, a place he would call home. He ended up getting a girlfriend whom he fell in love with for four years.

Life isn't just fair for anybody

As he felt the piercing pain of that bullet go through his skull, he started to lose consciousness fast, though he had his life flash before his eyes. Everything played in his head. From when he was born, his little sister being born, that point in school where he was constantly bullied, him helping his sister with her schoolwork, him staying up late to do his own schoolwork, meeting that officer who made him realize he wanted to become one, graduating from the police academy, finally moving out of that hellhole, falling in love, finding out that his sister was a drug addict, spending days trying to talk her out of it, seeing her get caught several times by the police that wasn't him, being told that she could spend actual time in jail, remembered his girlfriend that he wrongly put in jail. And now where he ended up dying on his last job. A drug bust he was assigned to take care of, to find the criminals and tell the location of where the drugs are located as you wait for enforcement, but instead a criminal he didn't see caught him off guard shooting the gun before he could turn his head fast enough. His body was feeling weak and his mind was going blank till he finally died.

Blackness, all he could see was it being pitch black, but the terrible pain was still there

Yet he felt his eyes open, showing him what lies in his current field of vision. Matt looked confused, and them realized he was lying on his back. He slowly sits up, and winces in pain. "What the hell is this place?" He asks aloud as he looks around with each turn of his head. "Shit, my head is killing me." He soon stood up, but didn't move yet because he was rubbing the back of his head. He felt something strange, the bullet wound that he received. Recalling what exactly happened, he gave out a long sigh. "Okay, so I'm assuming this is heaven?" Matt of course tries to touch his 'would be' halo and white wings, but yet he couldn't find them. Instead he finds out that his ears are a lot different that it was before he died more pointy this time. "Or not....Something tells me, this is the other place besides heaven..." And then proceeds to find out what how did he ended up here.

Now we are up to date and are in the present with Matt.

[ Additional Info ]:
- Gets terrible headaches sometimes ~~he can still feel the bullet in his head~~
- Follows under Black King Rade Meu
- Likes to polish his gun/make bullets in his free time
- Stands at 5'9

Character © ~Sukurako
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I rp mostly through Skype, and comments. More with Skype since I'm on there everyday. Notes are fine as well but I tend to neglect them sometimes, so you have to remind me constantly. Please ask for my Skype if you want it. o v o

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Kusachii

Apr 22, 2013

_{ALL MA FEELS His biography....i cant even....}