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 | [attr="class","hopelovename"] [attr="class","hopelovename2"] MATTHEW DE LA FONTAINE [attr="class","hopelovelyric"]
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]NICKNAMES(S) // mattie, shy [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // twenty three [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // agender [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]RACE// human [attr="class","hopeloveleft"]SEXUALITY// closet androsexual |
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY
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First and foremost, for the record Shy is a certified technical genius. Though it isn't clear when you actually meet him, considering he uses absolutely none of the brainpower he was born with in everyday situations. He retains a good amount of information that tends to float around in his head, but due to the distraction of useless information there's nothing very useful that he remembers. Other than varying medical techniques and natural salves, he's quite forgetful of things such as names and birthdays, and anything written down. Technically a lot of people tend to think him an idiot due to his low test scores and the fact he flunked out of public school, or even perhaps the fact that he hardly pays attention when people are talking. In truth, he is easily stressed out and becomes very overwhelmed when under pressure. Having done well in the first several years of his education put a lot of pressure on him from his family, and it became so much that it looped right back around to apathy. His previous studious and obedient personality gave way to an absolute lazy punk who took frequent smoke breaks and ignored his responsibilities. He started taking more naps, giving in to his lazy nature and not denying himself the sleep he so desperately craved, and took on actual hobbies he enjoyed such as sketching and writing sheet music, and watching clouds pass.
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Though he feels much more at ease being able to do as he wishes, he still manages to seem typical solemn to those he meets, and dislikes making personal connections. Shy generally does not enjoy talking about himself, rather encouraging others to speak of themselves with the use of positive reinforcement via small smiles and nodding in conversations. Anything other than the simple facts cause him to become jumpy, due to his inner conflict regarding who he is and who he would like to become. As it stands he dislikes the thought of being expected to marry some girl his mother picks out, and will often find his gaze wandering to a masculine form. Though he viciously denies this and will become in fact very upset at the very notion of possibly being a homosexual. He tends not to think of himself, but rather obsessively of his family and what they expect of him, since he is still rather a child at heart wishing to please his parents, even at the cost of his own relative happiness. There's a few things in life he enjoys deeply and attempts to take advantage of, since he's somewhat conscious of his own self care and tries to be in tune with his body, and regarding his mental state.
First and foremost, for the record Shy is a certified technical genius. Though it isn't clear when you actually meet him, considering he uses absolutely none of the brainpower he was born with in everyday situations. He retains a good amount of information that tends to float around in his head, but due to the distraction of useless information there's nothing very useful that he remembers. Other than varying medical techniques and natural salves, he's quite forgetful of things such as names and birthdays, and anything written down. Technically a lot of people tend to think him an idiot due to his low test scores and the fact he flunked out of public school, or even perhaps the fact that he hardly pays attention when people are talking. In truth, he is easily stressed out and becomes very overwhelmed when under pressure. Having done well in the first several years of his education put a lot of pressure on him from his family, and it became so much that it looped right back around to apathy. His previous studious and obedient personality gave way to an absolute lazy punk who took frequent smoke breaks and ignored his responsibilities. He started taking more naps, giving in to his lazy nature and not denying himself the sleep he so desperately craved, and took on actual hobbies he enjoyed such as sketching and writing sheet music, and watching clouds pass.
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Though he feels much more at ease being able to do as he wishes, he still manages to seem typical solemn to those he meets, and dislikes making personal connections. Shy generally does not enjoy talking about himself, rather encouraging others to speak of themselves with the use of positive reinforcement via small smiles and nodding in conversations. Anything other than the simple facts cause him to become jumpy, due to his inner conflict regarding who he is and who he would like to become. As it stands he dislikes the thought of being expected to marry some girl his mother picks out, and will often find his gaze wandering to a masculine form. Though he viciously denies this and will become in fact very upset at the very notion of possibly being a homosexual. He tends not to think of himself, but rather obsessively of his family and what they expect of him, since he is still rather a child at heart wishing to please his parents, even at the cost of his own relative happiness. There's a few things in life he enjoys deeply and attempts to take advantage of, since he's somewhat conscious of his own self care and tries to be in tune with his body, and regarding his mental state.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]BIOGRAPHY
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Your parents were never happy. There was something that simmered underneath the surface of their marriage. Maybe it was because it was arranged, but you could never say they didn’t make an attractive couple. Socially they thrived, elegant and humble. They attended gala’s and charity events and with the money that your father earned from the medical company he ran, Fontaine Futuristics, they wanted for nothing.
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Well your father wanted for nothing.
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Your mother wanted kids. Plural. However, Booker was nervous and not wanting, specifically because your mother had a history of unchecked minor mental illness that he did not want to be passed down to any of his kids. She was insistent though and despite them hardly being in the same room ever, she became pregnant.
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What happened next was a tide of emotion that swept her away into the depths of depression and paranoia, which she seemed to blame on her husband. While he did his best to soothe her through the nine months of what was essentially hell, they received their first bundle of joy, along with a nasty bought of postpartum depression. You were still young and impressionable, but also the source of all of your mother’s misery. You suffered through mental and emotional abuse which left you nervous and wanting, your father unable to due much due to the social standing of your family and the scandal it would cause.
[break][break]
Luckily it never became physical, or when threatened your father would step in and remove you from the situation to protect you in the most basic of ways. She was confined mostly to her room after she attempted to drown you, leaving you with a fear of bodies of water no matter the size.
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Soon, after a very aggressive bout of sickness, you were taken to the hospital where it was discovered you were sick with sickle cell anemia. It was aggressive and you were in a lot of pain, but it was survivable.
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At least with enough money and the right transplants.
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You became very weak despite all the treatments and medications they put you on, fighting off the sickness for most of your younger years. The doctors said your days were numbered if you couldn’t get a bone marrow transplant to cure the disease, but you were put on a waitlist that was long and harrowing.
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With the incentive and push of a generous donation from Fontaine Futuristics, the hospital bumped you to the top of the waiting list shortly before your eleventh birthday. You were left cured but with a weak immune system and a laundry list of allergies, things that couldn’t be helped without medications. A strict diet and regimen were implemented for the sake of your waning health that you hated but dealt with.
[break][break]
Following your recovery you were finally allowed to enter the public school system, where you rapidly absorbed more information than you could handle. Time seemed to fly by as you completed coursework and assignments at a rapid pace, flying to the top of your class. You were a solitary child with very few friends who preferred to be alone, but you did what you thought was necessary (not best, but necessary,) to make your mother happy - who blamed you for being sick. You took a lot of your anger and bitterness out on others, letting it fester and boil into something poisonous that hurt other people. You found a sense of satisfaction that was tinged with regret by your actions, but with no other coping mechanisms you had little choice before you exploded.
[break][break]
Self-discovery was part of the problem. You had little interest in women, too much interest in masculine forms, too little knowledge about yourself. You assumed all women were like your mother, while admittedly sexist you tried your best to get along with them but never really succeeded due to deep rooted fear and anxiety of the opposite sex. Your mother blatant homophobia made it more difficult to express yourself, so you kept all those “unwanted thoughts” away as best as you could.
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While most of your identity was closeted, there were a few things you allowed yourself. You didn’t fit on the gender binary and that was okay. You discovered that you didn’t mind male pronouns, but in secret practiced female ones on your lips. This was okay, for a little while. You had a lot of deep rooted fears that you wanted to address, this was okay.
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Then the breakdown happened.
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You were informed, very promptly, that you would need to search for a bride from other families of good standing in the region. You snapped, flunking out of school very suddenly and acting out, taking into nasty habits like smoking cigarettes and getting high off the pills you were prescribed. Three schools later you were labeled a delinquent in the area, but finally graduated when your father took you somewhere far away from your mother and entered you into a private school. Despite wanting to follow a career in the arts your mother tried to pressure you into medicine.
[break][break]
Luckily your father met your aspirations with enthusiasm and support, allowing you to apply and get into an art school. You took to painting and photography and dabbled in writing, though you admitted you weren’t any good at the latter. You graduated a year early with a thick portfolio and exceptional grades with a new outlook on life. You pushed yourself and became quite an accomplished painter, but the social stress was bearing down on you.
[break][break]
Your twenties hit and you wanted a quiet life away from home. With money from your father you chose a small town with a low population that you could make your home, to live in relative peace away from the social stress of a high society life.
Your parents were never happy. There was something that simmered underneath the surface of their marriage. Maybe it was because it was arranged, but you could never say they didn’t make an attractive couple. Socially they thrived, elegant and humble. They attended gala’s and charity events and with the money that your father earned from the medical company he ran, Fontaine Futuristics, they wanted for nothing.
[break][break]
Well your father wanted for nothing.
[break][break]
Your mother wanted kids. Plural. However, Booker was nervous and not wanting, specifically because your mother had a history of unchecked minor mental illness that he did not want to be passed down to any of his kids. She was insistent though and despite them hardly being in the same room ever, she became pregnant.
[break][break]
What happened next was a tide of emotion that swept her away into the depths of depression and paranoia, which she seemed to blame on her husband. While he did his best to soothe her through the nine months of what was essentially hell, they received their first bundle of joy, along with a nasty bought of postpartum depression. You were still young and impressionable, but also the source of all of your mother’s misery. You suffered through mental and emotional abuse which left you nervous and wanting, your father unable to due much due to the social standing of your family and the scandal it would cause.
[break][break]
Luckily it never became physical, or when threatened your father would step in and remove you from the situation to protect you in the most basic of ways. She was confined mostly to her room after she attempted to drown you, leaving you with a fear of bodies of water no matter the size.
[break][break]
Soon, after a very aggressive bout of sickness, you were taken to the hospital where it was discovered you were sick with sickle cell anemia. It was aggressive and you were in a lot of pain, but it was survivable.
[break][break]
At least with enough money and the right transplants.
[break][break]
You became very weak despite all the treatments and medications they put you on, fighting off the sickness for most of your younger years. The doctors said your days were numbered if you couldn’t get a bone marrow transplant to cure the disease, but you were put on a waitlist that was long and harrowing.
[break][break]
With the incentive and push of a generous donation from Fontaine Futuristics, the hospital bumped you to the top of the waiting list shortly before your eleventh birthday. You were left cured but with a weak immune system and a laundry list of allergies, things that couldn’t be helped without medications. A strict diet and regimen were implemented for the sake of your waning health that you hated but dealt with.
[break][break]
Following your recovery you were finally allowed to enter the public school system, where you rapidly absorbed more information than you could handle. Time seemed to fly by as you completed coursework and assignments at a rapid pace, flying to the top of your class. You were a solitary child with very few friends who preferred to be alone, but you did what you thought was necessary (not best, but necessary,) to make your mother happy - who blamed you for being sick. You took a lot of your anger and bitterness out on others, letting it fester and boil into something poisonous that hurt other people. You found a sense of satisfaction that was tinged with regret by your actions, but with no other coping mechanisms you had little choice before you exploded.
[break][break]
Self-discovery was part of the problem. You had little interest in women, too much interest in masculine forms, too little knowledge about yourself. You assumed all women were like your mother, while admittedly sexist you tried your best to get along with them but never really succeeded due to deep rooted fear and anxiety of the opposite sex. Your mother blatant homophobia made it more difficult to express yourself, so you kept all those “unwanted thoughts” away as best as you could.
[break][break]
While most of your identity was closeted, there were a few things you allowed yourself. You didn’t fit on the gender binary and that was okay. You discovered that you didn’t mind male pronouns, but in secret practiced female ones on your lips. This was okay, for a little while. You had a lot of deep rooted fears that you wanted to address, this was okay.
[break][break]
Then the breakdown happened.
[break][break]
You were informed, very promptly, that you would need to search for a bride from other families of good standing in the region. You snapped, flunking out of school very suddenly and acting out, taking into nasty habits like smoking cigarettes and getting high off the pills you were prescribed. Three schools later you were labeled a delinquent in the area, but finally graduated when your father took you somewhere far away from your mother and entered you into a private school. Despite wanting to follow a career in the arts your mother tried to pressure you into medicine.
[break][break]
Luckily your father met your aspirations with enthusiasm and support, allowing you to apply and get into an art school. You took to painting and photography and dabbled in writing, though you admitted you weren’t any good at the latter. You graduated a year early with a thick portfolio and exceptional grades with a new outlook on life. You pushed yourself and became quite an accomplished painter, but the social stress was bearing down on you.
[break][break]
Your twenties hit and you wanted a quiet life away from home. With money from your father you chose a small town with a low population that you could make your home, to live in relative peace away from the social stress of a high society life.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]MISCELLANEOUS
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He enjoys making his own soaps and bath bombs from things he can find laying about outside, and especially enjoys anything to do with sugar. He possesses quite a sweet tooth that rivals the most hyperactive child, and can become quite single minded in his mission to obtain sweets, especially honey. He enjoys hot black coffee, going so far as to eat instant coffee from the container on days where he may become manic suddenly and finds himself physically exhausted and unable to sleep. He isn't one to actively be aware of when he becomes sick, even with fevers and running noses. However, he does enjoy the medicinal scent of the salves created by his father and the company. He suffers from unmedicated Bipolar Disorder which inhibits his ability to function normally in society and interact with other people. He is severely closeted in his sexual identity.
He enjoys making his own soaps and bath bombs from things he can find laying about outside, and especially enjoys anything to do with sugar. He possesses quite a sweet tooth that rivals the most hyperactive child, and can become quite single minded in his mission to obtain sweets, especially honey. He enjoys hot black coffee, going so far as to eat instant coffee from the container on days where he may become manic suddenly and finds himself physically exhausted and unable to sleep. He isn't one to actively be aware of when he becomes sick, even with fevers and running noses. However, he does enjoy the medicinal scent of the salves created by his father and the company. He suffers from unmedicated Bipolar Disorder which inhibits his ability to function normally in society and interact with other people. He is severely closeted in his sexual identity.
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[b]SAY I LOVE YOU, kurosawa yamato[/b] as [i]matthew de la fontaine[/i]
[b]SAY I LOVE YOU, kurosawa yamato[/b] as [i]matthew de la fontaine[/i]
PHARAOH LEAP.
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