Post by Matt Sabre on Aug 23, 2010 7:10:05 GMT -8
Name: Matt Sabre
Age: 25 years old
Gender: Male
Heritage: Caucasian
Job Position: Foreman
Physical Description: Matt is a strapping man. He has broad, strong shoulders that place him apart from any other common-folk accompaying his experience. His eyes hold the truth behind what he has gone through despite attempts to make cordial advances that have fell short. They shine with the distinct hope that those who have fallen to history may very well be still sharing this existence with him. These two orbs that shine with a simple radiance keeping a tale apart keep the the steady growth of strength that he has caged. His figure is lean and muscular showing a clean transition from rancher to mysterious soul depicted from the things that have once plagued him. He stands at 5'9''. He is, quietly, one of the most handsome people to ever grace the sprawling plains of the west. There are pockets of pure strength mirroring his capacity which hug his body greatly clenching the muscles to give him the plus factor if he were to ever find himself amid the gunfire of smoky musketry, hiding comfortably behind the barrel of six-shooter.
Personality: Matt comes from a very well educated background. Through his duplicity knows no bounds he has always found a way to survive. He had undergone teachings from his mother about global history and the outlying territories and how they had managed to unite a little more than a dozen states. He had found that he had always been fascinated with military strategy. Though never attending school, his mother, who then along with his father ran a plantation taking the curteousy of keeping little Matthew up-to-date and within the loop of current events. His brother had implored his parents to send him to a boarding school and so the eldest brother went. Andrew grew a knack of being able to pick off a target from a dozen meters thanks to the long, grueling hours of shooting his father's Winchester back behind the plantation. Soon Matthew came to the steadfast conclusion that he wasn't meant to kill folks and so he said, "I ain't meant to kill folks, pa." The only thing little Matthew resulted was were the more focused teachings of the day pressed on by his father. Matthew, during the teachings that his father so eagerly boasted, had learned to be self-defiant learning to work for his keep and defend the rest. Everything that Matthew does is well calculated and determined. Though sometimes the path isn't quite as clear as he wishes it to be, Matthew will go to the ends of the Earth in defense of his great existence, and quite possibly of those around him. Above all, the one thing that he has cherished and nurtured is loyalty. Mistepping this thin line will bring the thousand plagues down upon the misbelievers.
Past: Matthew was born in Texas and there he was raised. For his entire life the only thing he perceived as home was the plantation in which his family had lived and worked on. They owned 14 slaves each tasked with their own mission. Ever since Matthew was a small boy his father had always wanted to make a survivor out of him. Oddly enough, his mother wanted to draw parallels between what was right and wrong and keep Matthew educated to move on to only having a rich, fulfilling life in New York City. Both men, disregarding Matthew, had been soldiers at once point in their lives. Andrew's father had once been in the Army and had done great things to halt and prevent outlaw activity from ever occurring. Matthew's brother had to admire that and even Matthew, himself, had to admit that he was impressed with the stories that his father had told them over dinner. He could see in his mother's eyes that she did not want that sort of life for her boys even if she was reserved about the idea of her boys either running around influenced about sex and violence or preventing it. All she wanted was for them to probably start their own business and live rich. Matthew can remember his brother hating the idea of being high-valued and respected. He wanted to bring justice to the wicked and that was all he wanted, that was all he ever talked about. Though both parents never looked to the other son as the better half they both wanted something different. It was in late 1802 that Matthew's brother be wished to be sent to school and his mother whisked him away to a boarding school in northern Texas. It was a few months before they received happy letters. It was then that Matthew had picked up a gun and fired his first shot much to the dismay from his mother and earnest teachings from his father. Along the teachings that come with learning how not to break your arm, Matthew was very eager to help with the family's household chores. Though most of the tasks were often thrust into the hands of the slaves, and due to Matthew's diligence of wanting to keep his life active and healthy he opted to take the tasks that most would not take. Long nights were spent with a carefully hand-picked crew to find, located, tag and break in wild horses. Matthew accumulated experience and never complained. There was one night in question, however, during one of the more pathetic endeavors did Matthew's hidden side surface all the while maintaining a clear conscience that people could die if a wrong step was taken. While the crew huddled around a campfire swapping ghost stories and munching trapped rabbit a thunderous rain storm rolled into the field spooking the horses. Quickly, Matthew was up first mounting his horse bellowing out orders. While he rode out into the pounding darkness after the horses the crew was left behind to maintain security over their cattle of two; the others perishing during the previous nights. Matthew was gone a grand total of two days and when he came back with three horses bound by lasso cresting the southern hill one fateful early morning loud yelps cheers erupted from within the plantation carrying over the crest. Matthew settled for nothing less and while he jumped off his horse and chewed out the foreman in charge of that operation saying that he could do better, Matthew left the plantation altogether under scrutiny. From there he traveled northwest to Colorado scouring for work.
Age: 25 years old
Gender: Male
Heritage: Caucasian
Job Position: Foreman
Physical Description: Matt is a strapping man. He has broad, strong shoulders that place him apart from any other common-folk accompaying his experience. His eyes hold the truth behind what he has gone through despite attempts to make cordial advances that have fell short. They shine with the distinct hope that those who have fallen to history may very well be still sharing this existence with him. These two orbs that shine with a simple radiance keeping a tale apart keep the the steady growth of strength that he has caged. His figure is lean and muscular showing a clean transition from rancher to mysterious soul depicted from the things that have once plagued him. He stands at 5'9''. He is, quietly, one of the most handsome people to ever grace the sprawling plains of the west. There are pockets of pure strength mirroring his capacity which hug his body greatly clenching the muscles to give him the plus factor if he were to ever find himself amid the gunfire of smoky musketry, hiding comfortably behind the barrel of six-shooter.
Personality: Matt comes from a very well educated background. Through his duplicity knows no bounds he has always found a way to survive. He had undergone teachings from his mother about global history and the outlying territories and how they had managed to unite a little more than a dozen states. He had found that he had always been fascinated with military strategy. Though never attending school, his mother, who then along with his father ran a plantation taking the curteousy of keeping little Matthew up-to-date and within the loop of current events. His brother had implored his parents to send him to a boarding school and so the eldest brother went. Andrew grew a knack of being able to pick off a target from a dozen meters thanks to the long, grueling hours of shooting his father's Winchester back behind the plantation. Soon Matthew came to the steadfast conclusion that he wasn't meant to kill folks and so he said, "I ain't meant to kill folks, pa." The only thing little Matthew resulted was were the more focused teachings of the day pressed on by his father. Matthew, during the teachings that his father so eagerly boasted, had learned to be self-defiant learning to work for his keep and defend the rest. Everything that Matthew does is well calculated and determined. Though sometimes the path isn't quite as clear as he wishes it to be, Matthew will go to the ends of the Earth in defense of his great existence, and quite possibly of those around him. Above all, the one thing that he has cherished and nurtured is loyalty. Mistepping this thin line will bring the thousand plagues down upon the misbelievers.
Past: Matthew was born in Texas and there he was raised. For his entire life the only thing he perceived as home was the plantation in which his family had lived and worked on. They owned 14 slaves each tasked with their own mission. Ever since Matthew was a small boy his father had always wanted to make a survivor out of him. Oddly enough, his mother wanted to draw parallels between what was right and wrong and keep Matthew educated to move on to only having a rich, fulfilling life in New York City. Both men, disregarding Matthew, had been soldiers at once point in their lives. Andrew's father had once been in the Army and had done great things to halt and prevent outlaw activity from ever occurring. Matthew's brother had to admire that and even Matthew, himself, had to admit that he was impressed with the stories that his father had told them over dinner. He could see in his mother's eyes that she did not want that sort of life for her boys even if she was reserved about the idea of her boys either running around influenced about sex and violence or preventing it. All she wanted was for them to probably start their own business and live rich. Matthew can remember his brother hating the idea of being high-valued and respected. He wanted to bring justice to the wicked and that was all he wanted, that was all he ever talked about. Though both parents never looked to the other son as the better half they both wanted something different. It was in late 1802 that Matthew's brother be wished to be sent to school and his mother whisked him away to a boarding school in northern Texas. It was a few months before they received happy letters. It was then that Matthew had picked up a gun and fired his first shot much to the dismay from his mother and earnest teachings from his father. Along the teachings that come with learning how not to break your arm, Matthew was very eager to help with the family's household chores. Though most of the tasks were often thrust into the hands of the slaves, and due to Matthew's diligence of wanting to keep his life active and healthy he opted to take the tasks that most would not take. Long nights were spent with a carefully hand-picked crew to find, located, tag and break in wild horses. Matthew accumulated experience and never complained. There was one night in question, however, during one of the more pathetic endeavors did Matthew's hidden side surface all the while maintaining a clear conscience that people could die if a wrong step was taken. While the crew huddled around a campfire swapping ghost stories and munching trapped rabbit a thunderous rain storm rolled into the field spooking the horses. Quickly, Matthew was up first mounting his horse bellowing out orders. While he rode out into the pounding darkness after the horses the crew was left behind to maintain security over their cattle of two; the others perishing during the previous nights. Matthew was gone a grand total of two days and when he came back with three horses bound by lasso cresting the southern hill one fateful early morning loud yelps cheers erupted from within the plantation carrying over the crest. Matthew settled for nothing less and while he jumped off his horse and chewed out the foreman in charge of that operation saying that he could do better, Matthew left the plantation altogether under scrutiny. From there he traveled northwest to Colorado scouring for work.
