*Username:
Nerdy Oatmeal
*Appearance:

*Name:
Matilda "Matty" Copper
*Age:
23
*Sexuality:
"Eh... Don't know, don't care."
*Relationships:
"Romantic ones? Nah, not interested..."
*Family:
"Got a little brother, a mom, a pop, and a few cousins here and there. We all lived in the same house at some point... Not as fun as you'd think."
*Why'd you join the Scouting Legion:
"Honestly? I wanted to get the hell out of the house. I want to know what's out there and I want the generations to come to be able to see it too."
*Personality:
Matty is a rough and tumble kind of girl. She's not afraid to get her hands dirty when the situation calls for it. In fact, that's usually her go-to plan. She's good at fighting but not so much with planning. In fact, Matty will go into a fight with full force if people let her. Like a mother bear, she's very protective of her family and friends. She will take a bullet for anyone who'd do the same for her. With her "f**k you" kind of attitude, she brushes off most things quite easily. There are times, however, that she will lose her cool. When that happens, she's a ticking time bomb--or at least more of one than usual. Her father's eccentric habits show up in her from time to time. For example, she'll get very excited over a certain discovery or will be humming or whistling happily during a mission. If you ask her, she would say that the only time that she truly feels at peace is when she's out on a hunt/mission. She lets her instincts guide her and never turns back to look at her comrades. That's not to say that she doesn't care--because there have been times when accidents will haunt her for weeks--she just simply cannot turn back. That's just how she rolls.
*Likes:
Combat
A good drink
Her family
When things line up perfectly
Her grandmother's locket
When people ask about her scar (it's got an interesting story to it)
*Dislikes:
Babies (wimps and actual babies)
"I don't understand how people just sit around all their lives..." (Laziness)
When her friends ridicule her for being on the Scouting Legion
"I mean, I'm sure nobody likes Death..."
Surprises
*Bio:
Matilda has always lived in cramped quarters. Her family wasn't so wealthy so the house she shared with her parents and her little brother was relatively small. She never really did much with her studies since she always found them very drab and dull. One of her good friends, Amelia, had a father who was in the scouting legion. He knew much of the outside world and would share little bits of information with Matilda and Amelia. He would even bring back little trinkets he would pick up along the way for them to have. This only got her more and more interested in the outside world. So she and her friend vowed to each other that they would, one day, see the outside.
Matilda started with learning some self defense for the better of her parents. Since they lived in a poor area, it was not uncommon for people to get mugged or robbed. She found that combat came rather naturally for her as well as being very meditative. When she was twelve, there was a dry spell and a few houses--included her own--burned down. The loss of her trinkets from outside the walls, a few pictures, and some toys was devastating for her. (As you imagine it would be for a young child) So she and her family moved in with her grandparents. It was a very full house since her cousins and her aunt and uncle were living there as well but it would have to do. Because Amelia was now about twice as far as she was before, Matty would often exchange letters with Amelia. When she was thirteen, she received a letter from her saying that she had fallen ill with what must have been leukemia. (As it was unclear at the time.) Her letters got shorter and shorter until the miserable day that there was a knock at the door. She was told that Amelia died with a smile and though it was painful, she was glad that she died with a little sliver of happiness. From that day forward, Matty swore that she would become a part of the Scouting Legion for the both of them.
Soon enough, the day came when she had to go off to the Training Camp. Before she left, her grandmother gave her a locket for good luck. She refuses to take it off, no matter the circumstance. The picture inside is one of her, Amelia, and her younger brother.
*Status: (On a scale of 1-100 [%] list how good your character is but not all can be 100%. Everyone has a weakness somewhere.
xxxxxxxxx-Strength: 77%
xxxxxxxxx-Agility: 95%
xxxxxxxxx-Speed: 88%
xxxxxxxxx-Intelligence/cunning: 60%
xxxxxxxxx-Stamina: 79%
*Other/notes:
She used to smoke. It's been about three years since her last cigarette.
She's got a scar on her forehead that intersects to her eyebrow. She got it from when she was eleven.
The story:
"It's pretty funny, actually. So I was playing hide and seek with the little pipsqueak--my brother. I'm hiding in a bush, right? And I see this cat. I frickin' love cats. All animals, actually. I just wanna bury my face in the fur; they're so frickin' soft. Anyway, so I go after this cat and it keeps running away. Eventually I'm in the middle of some field I've never seen before and this cat is just staring at me like I'm Godzilla or something. It's terrified. It runs away and I just gave up on it. We had our neighbor's cat I could pet so whatever.
So I'm trying to find my way back and then I hear this crunching of leaves and branches. I thought maybe it was footsteps but I wasn't sure. I stood still, just looking around for what it could be. It's getting closer and I'm starting to get a little scared but I still stand my ground because I'm not just some wimp. I found out that it is footsteps. It was a group of rowdy kids, a bit older than me at the time. Probably about my age now, actually. One of them is drunk off their a*s and the others are probably not as drunk but certainly not sober. The one who looks like he probably won't remember anything tomorrow points at me and says "Hey... Kid, whatcha doin' 'round here? Go back to your momma, you little sh**". So, naturally, I decided that I wasn't gonna go anywhere. I was originally planning on just leaving because they were all clearly dumb as hell but now that this guy's called me a "little sh**", I'm not gonna stand for it. I step closer to him and I say "Oh yeah? Make me, drunkard". And they start laughing--one of them falls on their rear and can't get up so they laugh even more. Then they try pushing me around but I don't budge. I learned how to stand as still as a mountain about a week before so I'm not going anywhere. They get all frustrated and one of them takes out their pocket knife. Meanwhile, I grabbed this frickin' fallen tree branch. I whacked them senseless but one of them got me and cut my eyebrow. So when I finally came back, a champion, I'm super bloody. My family's freaking out but I told them the story. I got sent to a med center where they stitched me up and everything. I was all good after that. And that's how I got this scar."
So I'm trying to find my way back and then I hear this crunching of leaves and branches. I thought maybe it was footsteps but I wasn't sure. I stood still, just looking around for what it could be. It's getting closer and I'm starting to get a little scared but I still stand my ground because I'm not just some wimp. I found out that it is footsteps. It was a group of rowdy kids, a bit older than me at the time. Probably about my age now, actually. One of them is drunk off their a*s and the others are probably not as drunk but certainly not sober. The one who looks like he probably won't remember anything tomorrow points at me and says "Hey... Kid, whatcha doin' 'round here? Go back to your momma, you little sh**". So, naturally, I decided that I wasn't gonna go anywhere. I was originally planning on just leaving because they were all clearly dumb as hell but now that this guy's called me a "little sh**", I'm not gonna stand for it. I step closer to him and I say "Oh yeah? Make me, drunkard". And they start laughing--one of them falls on their rear and can't get up so they laugh even more. Then they try pushing me around but I don't budge. I learned how to stand as still as a mountain about a week before so I'm not going anywhere. They get all frustrated and one of them takes out their pocket knife. Meanwhile, I grabbed this frickin' fallen tree branch. I whacked them senseless but one of them got me and cut my eyebrow. So when I finally came back, a champion, I'm super bloody. My family's freaking out but I told them the story. I got sent to a med center where they stitched me up and everything. I was all good after that. And that's how I got this scar."
*Theme song:
Battlecry by Nujabes
*Fighting theme:
Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes
