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[Character name] Matthew Williams (Canada)
[Age] Oh geez. He looks to be late teens at the oldest, but he’s actually much older than that seeing he’s the personification of the country of Canada.
[Canon] Axis Powers Hetalia
[Point in time taken from canon] October Crisis (1970)
[Background] hetalia | Canada | October Crisis
[Personality] Canada is everything opposite of his brother, America. He’s quiet and reserved, and often forgotten about. Rarely do the others even remember who he is. On top of that, to add insult to injury, he’s often mistaken for his loud, boisterous brother and because of this, is blamed for many of the things Alfred has done. Sometimes it even goes as far as to others punching Matthew, mistaking him for Alfred. He takes everything in stride, however, and continues to try and clue them in on their mistake. Most of the time the young man is calm and soft-spoken, rarely raising his voice and yelling, unless otherwise provoked. Half the time he’s used as a chair by Russia as the running joke is that he’s virtually invisible to the others. It seems that France is one of the very few who actually knows who he is and remembers him.
Aside from being shy and reserved, he can also be very passive-aggressive when pushed. This is best evidenced when he got into an argument with Alfred and Matthew made the other cry while spending a good three hours pointing out all of his flaws. Drawing further on this side of him, Matthew has a bit of a temper and this temper of his shows when he’s at his breaking point (as evidenced with his yelling at Alfred). He also doesn’t do well under pressure and, sometimes, has been known to lose to his calm and explode (again, as mentioned previously). In conjunction with being overlooked, he isn’t one who speaks up very much at all which causes him not to be heard when discussing important topics.
As well as his passive-aggressiveness, he also tends to be a bit cynical and sarcastic. Most of the time this is reserved for Alfred, but it anyone who gets on his nerves is offered the very same treatment. Matthew is also not one who enjoys violence, either. If possible, he always tries to find non-violent, diplomatic, solutions for conflicts if at all possible. However if one must fight, then he will, with reservations. Overall he’s a good person who tries to do what’s best. Despite this, his lack of confidence is something that tends to hold him back a bit as he doesn’t apply himself as much as he could.
[Abilities] Does being the personification of a country count as an ability? Given this, it’s generally assumed that he technically cannot die. As well, he can take a lot more damage than the usual, normal person. Plus, he has considerably more strength than a normal person would and then there’s the self-healing bit. Given time, he can recover from virtually all wounds and injuries. Minor things like cuts take a shorter time than major trauma, however.
[Other important stuff] Canada has a pet named Kumajirou. He’s a little white polar bear that keeps Canada company. Unfortunately, Canada sometimes forgets Kumajirou’s exact name and Kumajirou forgets who his master is. Mostly, Kumajirou would be played as, well, a pet – something for Canada to interact with and talk to when others aren’t around. As well, Kumajirou would be sort of a comfort for him to have around, seeing that he would be in a strange place and all. The bear, itself, doesn’t have any special abilities other than talking every now and then. But mostly, it asks ‘who?’, and says ‘feed me’. Little things like that.
[Sample post]
[First Person]
What is this, my may ask? This is Heaven on Earth. This, right here, is all that one needs to take away the pain and suffering and to bring joy and tranquility to all of mankind. It’s simple and small; it’s something presented by nature and something that comes from the land. It is us and we are it. I’ve seen the transformation firsthand, you know. I’ve seen the look on the face the first time that it crosses one’s tongue. I’ve seen the way one just suddenly seems awash with peace and a feeling that everything really is going to be all right for once, even if it is just for an instant.
Of course, this sacred substance must have it’s vessel as well and what finer than pure fluff of the clouds of the Angels, themselves. You can tailor your faith and beliefs to fit the appropriate sentiments as needed, however, as in the end it still leads to the same conclusion.
There is nothing better than pancakes and maple syrup.
[Third Person]
The wind was horribly cold and made even colder by the driving of the rain. The umbrella, as old and dependable as it was, had seen better days, rather comically folded over in a dramatic show that had been left several steps behind him. Matthew briefly recalled his conversation with England the other day where he remarked to the older nation about needing to get a new one, but that was all that had become of it – a brief, throw-away tidbit in a conversation about anything and nothing. Looking back, he couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the whole thing to himself.
“Mon dieu.” Muttering to himself, he shoved his hands harder into his pockets as he wrapped his wet coat around him. “I need a good, swift kick when I get home and a reminder as to why I allowed Alfred to keep me out so late. Again.” Looking back, it wasn’t as if dinner with his brother had been horrible – it had been the fact that after a nice dinner and catching up with one another, Alfred had dragged him out for some karaoke. Several hours later (and, unfortunately, now drunk, wet, AND miserable), he had stumbled out the door after receiving a hearty slap on the back and a ‘call me in the morning’ from his dear brother. Maybe he should have just tried to convince him they could call a cab and that he could crash on Alfred’s couch for the night. That would have been the smart thing to do but Matthew was simply too nice to offer it as a suggestion since he really hadn’t wished to impose or anything.
Shuffling as he walked and muttering under his breath, he was suddenly roused out of his moments of self misery and cursing everyone from Alfred to Arthur by what sounded like a bang. Jumping, he startled himself. “Get ahold of yourself, Matthew.” Mumbling under his breath, he ran a shaky hand through his wet, blond hair. Looking down the street he saw there were a few choices to his dilemma. There was really no need to continue walking in his current state of inebriated, miserable self-pity. A sporting man would have chosen the decrepit old shack. Perhaps there was a time he would have done so as well – sober, adventure-loving, and looking for a good time. The abandoned house was another of those that harkened to the thrill of an adventure and for a moment or two he considered it. That was, of course, until he noticed that something seemed to be off about the whole thing. Was that- was that blood dripping from that window? Mon dieu! Someone could be hurt!
Or worse!
Picking up his steps, he started hurrying towards the building before sanity and reason caught up with him once more. Wrangling him in, it seemed that sanity and reason had also brought with it childish fear. Houses like that always contained monsters, didn’t they? The monsters weren’t always human, either. He had seen more than enough horror movies, thank you Alfred, to know what they could also contain and suddenly that fleeting sense of heroism took a backseat. He hadn’t heard any screams and that blood looked rather fresh still. Had someone been murdered or hurt he would have heard something. Anything.
Right?
Perhaps he was simply overthinking it. “Let’s just… go to the hotel. It’s nice and safe…” The words were spoken out loud and with a sudden confidence as he quickly picked up the pace once more, deciding that it was the best thing to do. From the safe confines of a well-lit and warm room, he could call someone and have a laugh about how stupid he had been and seek a bit of guidance on what he should do. Now that sounded like a good, safe idea to him.
[What do you hope to do with this character in Somarium?] Mostly, I just hope to interact with others and see him make some new and interesting friends (who will remember him). As well, I hope to see him grow more as a character and test his limits. I want to try and expand upon him as a quiet person, but someone who can be counted upon when the time is tough.
[Which rule was your favorite and why?] The one about the partner/animal pets being allowed. This is my favourite as Canada has a pet polar bear who would love to hang around.
[Where did you hear about Somarium?] ATP.gesangvoll responded to my anon post there. Plus… I used to play here once before.
[Any questions?] Not at this time.
[Age] 20+.
[Personal Journal]
helsing[Other characters currently played] this is not applicable.
[Character name] Matthew Williams (Canada)
[Age] Oh geez. He looks to be late teens at the oldest, but he’s actually much older than that seeing he’s the personification of the country of Canada.
[Canon] Axis Powers Hetalia
[Point in time taken from canon] October Crisis (1970)
[Background] hetalia | Canada | October Crisis
[Personality] Canada is everything opposite of his brother, America. He’s quiet and reserved, and often forgotten about. Rarely do the others even remember who he is. On top of that, to add insult to injury, he’s often mistaken for his loud, boisterous brother and because of this, is blamed for many of the things Alfred has done. Sometimes it even goes as far as to others punching Matthew, mistaking him for Alfred. He takes everything in stride, however, and continues to try and clue them in on their mistake. Most of the time the young man is calm and soft-spoken, rarely raising his voice and yelling, unless otherwise provoked. Half the time he’s used as a chair by Russia as the running joke is that he’s virtually invisible to the others. It seems that France is one of the very few who actually knows who he is and remembers him.
Aside from being shy and reserved, he can also be very passive-aggressive when pushed. This is best evidenced when he got into an argument with Alfred and Matthew made the other cry while spending a good three hours pointing out all of his flaws. Drawing further on this side of him, Matthew has a bit of a temper and this temper of his shows when he’s at his breaking point (as evidenced with his yelling at Alfred). He also doesn’t do well under pressure and, sometimes, has been known to lose to his calm and explode (again, as mentioned previously). In conjunction with being overlooked, he isn’t one who speaks up very much at all which causes him not to be heard when discussing important topics.
As well as his passive-aggressiveness, he also tends to be a bit cynical and sarcastic. Most of the time this is reserved for Alfred, but it anyone who gets on his nerves is offered the very same treatment. Matthew is also not one who enjoys violence, either. If possible, he always tries to find non-violent, diplomatic, solutions for conflicts if at all possible. However if one must fight, then he will, with reservations. Overall he’s a good person who tries to do what’s best. Despite this, his lack of confidence is something that tends to hold him back a bit as he doesn’t apply himself as much as he could.
[Abilities] Does being the personification of a country count as an ability? Given this, it’s generally assumed that he technically cannot die. As well, he can take a lot more damage than the usual, normal person. Plus, he has considerably more strength than a normal person would and then there’s the self-healing bit. Given time, he can recover from virtually all wounds and injuries. Minor things like cuts take a shorter time than major trauma, however.
[Other important stuff] Canada has a pet named Kumajirou. He’s a little white polar bear that keeps Canada company. Unfortunately, Canada sometimes forgets Kumajirou’s exact name and Kumajirou forgets who his master is. Mostly, Kumajirou would be played as, well, a pet – something for Canada to interact with and talk to when others aren’t around. As well, Kumajirou would be sort of a comfort for him to have around, seeing that he would be in a strange place and all. The bear, itself, doesn’t have any special abilities other than talking every now and then. But mostly, it asks ‘who?’, and says ‘feed me’. Little things like that.
[Sample post]
[First Person]
What is this, my may ask? This is Heaven on Earth. This, right here, is all that one needs to take away the pain and suffering and to bring joy and tranquility to all of mankind. It’s simple and small; it’s something presented by nature and something that comes from the land. It is us and we are it. I’ve seen the transformation firsthand, you know. I’ve seen the look on the face the first time that it crosses one’s tongue. I’ve seen the way one just suddenly seems awash with peace and a feeling that everything really is going to be all right for once, even if it is just for an instant.
Of course, this sacred substance must have it’s vessel as well and what finer than pure fluff of the clouds of the Angels, themselves. You can tailor your faith and beliefs to fit the appropriate sentiments as needed, however, as in the end it still leads to the same conclusion.
There is nothing better than pancakes and maple syrup.
[Third Person]
The wind was horribly cold and made even colder by the driving of the rain. The umbrella, as old and dependable as it was, had seen better days, rather comically folded over in a dramatic show that had been left several steps behind him. Matthew briefly recalled his conversation with England the other day where he remarked to the older nation about needing to get a new one, but that was all that had become of it – a brief, throw-away tidbit in a conversation about anything and nothing. Looking back, he couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of the whole thing to himself.
“Mon dieu.” Muttering to himself, he shoved his hands harder into his pockets as he wrapped his wet coat around him. “I need a good, swift kick when I get home and a reminder as to why I allowed Alfred to keep me out so late. Again.” Looking back, it wasn’t as if dinner with his brother had been horrible – it had been the fact that after a nice dinner and catching up with one another, Alfred had dragged him out for some karaoke. Several hours later (and, unfortunately, now drunk, wet, AND miserable), he had stumbled out the door after receiving a hearty slap on the back and a ‘call me in the morning’ from his dear brother. Maybe he should have just tried to convince him they could call a cab and that he could crash on Alfred’s couch for the night. That would have been the smart thing to do but Matthew was simply too nice to offer it as a suggestion since he really hadn’t wished to impose or anything.
Shuffling as he walked and muttering under his breath, he was suddenly roused out of his moments of self misery and cursing everyone from Alfred to Arthur by what sounded like a bang. Jumping, he startled himself. “Get ahold of yourself, Matthew.” Mumbling under his breath, he ran a shaky hand through his wet, blond hair. Looking down the street he saw there were a few choices to his dilemma. There was really no need to continue walking in his current state of inebriated, miserable self-pity. A sporting man would have chosen the decrepit old shack. Perhaps there was a time he would have done so as well – sober, adventure-loving, and looking for a good time. The abandoned house was another of those that harkened to the thrill of an adventure and for a moment or two he considered it. That was, of course, until he noticed that something seemed to be off about the whole thing. Was that- was that blood dripping from that window? Mon dieu! Someone could be hurt!
Or worse!
Picking up his steps, he started hurrying towards the building before sanity and reason caught up with him once more. Wrangling him in, it seemed that sanity and reason had also brought with it childish fear. Houses like that always contained monsters, didn’t they? The monsters weren’t always human, either. He had seen more than enough horror movies, thank you Alfred, to know what they could also contain and suddenly that fleeting sense of heroism took a backseat. He hadn’t heard any screams and that blood looked rather fresh still. Had someone been murdered or hurt he would have heard something. Anything.
Right?
Perhaps he was simply overthinking it. “Let’s just… go to the hotel. It’s nice and safe…” The words were spoken out loud and with a sudden confidence as he quickly picked up the pace once more, deciding that it was the best thing to do. From the safe confines of a well-lit and warm room, he could call someone and have a laugh about how stupid he had been and seek a bit of guidance on what he should do. Now that sounded like a good, safe idea to him.
[What do you hope to do with this character in Somarium?] Mostly, I just hope to interact with others and see him make some new and interesting friends (who will remember him). As well, I hope to see him grow more as a character and test his limits. I want to try and expand upon him as a quiet person, but someone who can be counted upon when the time is tough.
[Which rule was your favorite and why?] The one about the partner/animal pets being allowed. This is my favourite as Canada has a pet polar bear who would love to hang around.
[Where did you hear about Somarium?] ATP.
gesangvoll responded to my anon post there. Plus… I used to play here once before.[Any questions?] Not at this time.