Post by Matthew Kane on Nov 1, 2009 6:16:49 GMT -4
Name: Matthew Kane (Matthew Stormwell
Age: 17
Appearance:
Hometown: Manhattan, NY
Family: Abandoned by his mother at birth. Never knew his father. Current Family is Samantha, Charles, and Emory
Special Abilities: annoying male vampires (Emory and sometimes Charles)
Weapons of Choice: N/A
Status: (demon hunter, witch, demon, etc) human
History:
Matthew Stormwell was born in 1992 to a Marguerite Stadler. No one knows what his given name is however considering she just dropped him off at a church with a note that said 'This is Matthew' his first name was assumed and his last name came from the first family that fostered him. There were no safe haven laws back then so she did not leave any personal information.
The first few years of his life Matthew was taken care of by polite foster families. Many of them already had many kids and couldn't afford to adopt him so he was shuffled from home to home.
When he was 10 Matthew went to live with a couple named Molly and Richard (Dick for short). The home seemed nice enough and he had his own room. Matthew was very pleased with that fact alone. However a few months into his stay something started that he would never forget. One night Matthew heard raised voices from down the hall. Matthew thought nothing of it considered he'd heard adults yelling most of his life. The next morning however he caught Molly looking at some bruises on her upper arms. She wore a jacket that morning when she dropped him off at school. When he came home he waited for her to take her nap before sitting down on the floor next to the couch and looking at her arm that was now jacketless.
It wasn't until he touched them and she moved that she woke up. His hand was a smaller fit than the handprint on her arm but he understood what had happened in a way. Quickly sitting up Molly gave her foster son a peck on the forehead before going to make dinner.
Over the next two years Matthew heard yelling down the hall and listened to the excuse from Molly that they were fighting over grown-up things and that he shouldn’t worry. On one occasion he wondered if maybe he should go back to the Foster Care place so maybe Dick would stop yelling at Molly. The woman quickly set him straight in letting him know they were not fighting over him. She even went as far as to try and reassure him that Dick cared for him but he did not believe her. He just nodded however not wanting to upset her.
The beatings were better hidden during the next two years and Matthew never said anything after that day in the living room. Molly never gave any explanation. It wasn't until the beatings escalated from a shove or a bruising grip to hitting that Matthew realized how wrong it was. Dick was always careful not to do anything that Matthew might be able to see and nothing that would send her to the emergency room.
It wasn't until Matt was 13 that Molly had to go to the hospital with a broken arm. The story that was given was that she'd fallen down the stairs after tripping over one of Matt's toys. Since he was always careful to keep his few things in his room so Dick wouldn't be mad, Matt knew this was a lie.
When Molly came home Matthew tried to keep her as comfortable as possible while Dick went out. It was then that Matt tried to confront her on what was happening. When she told him not to worry about it he told a teacher at school. Obligated to inform Child Services someone stopped by the house. Dick, ever the charmer, managed to charm the visitors away.
It was that night that would never leave Matthew. No matter how hard he tried. Angered at the visit, Dick accused Molly of telling someone. Matthew was quick to stand up to him however before Molly could protest. Next thing he knew he was hurling across the room and over the couch. She was up in a flash to check on the boy while screaming at Dick to leave him alone.
His violence was turned on her once more as she protected her son from his anger.
"He's been nothing but trouble since he got here," he'd said.
"I should have done this years ago," he'd said.
That's when the bat appeared. "I should have clubbed you like a seal."
Moving Matthew out of the way Molly felt the wrath of the bat. The swings were harder and louder. She collapsed on top of Matt when a particularly hard blow hit her broken arm. Reaching a hand down she touched his cheek as tears streamed down her face. "Run," she said.
Dick had taken a break when he saw her fall and watched from the other side of the couch. "Had enough?" he said. "Well too bad." He was stalking around the couch as Molly tried to push herself off of Matt. "You do as I say, do you understand me. On my mark," she said quickly as he sat her up.
Matt frowned and was about to protest but she cut him off. "NOW." Dick was around the couch now and bat raised. Lunging, Molly clawed at his face with her good arm causing curses to stream from the older man's mouth. Scrambling to his feet Matt ran towards the front door. A sickening crack however stopped him in his tracks.
Spinning around, Matthew watched as Molly's form crumpled to the ground. No. He let out a scream and started to go back but he saw Dick still had the bat. Running to the front door he threw it open and ran.
It wasn't until he was sure that Dick wasn't chasing after him that Matthew stopped running. What happened next was a blur. He didn't know how but somehow he found his way to the police station and units were sent over immediately to the house.
He sat calmly in the police station as he awaited the officers' news. The verdict was as he expected. She was dead. Matthew found himself in child services the very next morning.
He was placed in a new home where he awaited to testify in the trial against his former foster father. He went to a new family who tried to be understanding of his trauma but when he wouldn't open up to them at the end of a year, his new foster mother grew angry. This of course did not help his PTSD that developed after the ordeal.
Matthew went from watching abuse to actually experiencing it. The only difference was, Molly's had been physical, perhaps even sexual for all Matthew knew; Matthew's was psychological. She would do things like invalidate his feelings by saying things like 'turn on the tears all you want, I'm not interested and phrases such as big boys don't cry. ' She then ends up belittling him and it grew so bad that when he was 15 he left.
He walked right out the door.
He was living out on the streets for about a month when Matt found himself caught in a bad storm. Sometime during his first week he'd come across a cat that now followed him everywhere. Their impromptu shelter of a cardboard box was falling over under the heavy rains. Wrapping the cat in his jacket Matt made a dash for an overhang he saw across the street.
The cat disliked the journey through the rain buy was quickly quieted when Matt sat down. Curling up in the human's lap the two fell asleep to the rain pouring a mere two feet away from them.
Matthew awoke to the sound of keys jingling and with a start he looked around. His eyes fell on someone's legs next to him and he quickly followed them upwards. A young woman a few years older than himself stood unlocking the front door of wherever he had taken shelter.
As it turns out, the young lady's name was Samantha. Samantha McBaine. She was the owner of a club. And this wasn't just any club mind you. He and his feline friend were invited into the building and quickly dried and fed. She allowed him to stay for a while 'at least till the storm was past'.
Samantha invited him to stay for a while longer and he found himself helping her get ready for the night's activities. It wasn't until patrons started showing up that night that he grew suspicious.
Matthew had always been a bit of a sci-fi nerd. Thankfully he didn't end up needing glasses or a pocket protector for pens. After a few warning signs he found his mind laughing at himself. For some reason these people seemed to think they were vampires. He'd heard of people that liked to get together and called themselves covens so he assumed it was just some crazy group of people all at a bar.
It wasn't until one of them started complaining about him being a human and saying something about killing that he freaked out. Samantha appeared when the man grabbed Matt's shoulder. Another man, older appeared a moment latter over her shoulder. He would later learn his name was Emory.
Words were exchanged too quick for Matthew to catch them all in his confused state. It wasn't until a door was flown open that everyone who has started to join in on the argument quieted down. It was a lot like Moses parting the Red Sea, Matt supposed, as another man approached the group. The whole club was watching by now and the music had stopped. Charles. The man that would save his life.
It seemed he already knew what was happening because he held up a hand for complete silence. "I understand there is a mortal among us tonight," he said to which a few people frowned. The few that didn't know what the fight was about made outraged sounds. The hand went up again and like magic there was absolute silence. He couldn't even hear anyone breathing.
"It is my understanding that my childe has expressed a wish for him to go unharmed?" Not even waiting for a response he continued, "Well as she wishes I command. No one is to harm the human. He is under my childe's custody and therefore under my protection. You harm him and you will have to answer to me." And with those few simple words Matthew found his entire world changing again.
For two years Matthew has been living with Samantha with occasionally Emory and Charles staying. It was explained to him what exactly had happened that night and who exactly they all were. He'd walked right into a vampire club and taken refuge under one of the oldest vampires around. Wonderful.
Age: 17
Appearance:
Hometown: Manhattan, NY
Family: Abandoned by his mother at birth. Never knew his father. Current Family is Samantha, Charles, and Emory
Special Abilities: annoying male vampires (Emory and sometimes Charles)
Weapons of Choice: N/A
Status: (demon hunter, witch, demon, etc) human
History:
Matthew Stormwell was born in 1992 to a Marguerite Stadler. No one knows what his given name is however considering she just dropped him off at a church with a note that said 'This is Matthew' his first name was assumed and his last name came from the first family that fostered him. There were no safe haven laws back then so she did not leave any personal information.
The first few years of his life Matthew was taken care of by polite foster families. Many of them already had many kids and couldn't afford to adopt him so he was shuffled from home to home.
When he was 10 Matthew went to live with a couple named Molly and Richard (Dick for short). The home seemed nice enough and he had his own room. Matthew was very pleased with that fact alone. However a few months into his stay something started that he would never forget. One night Matthew heard raised voices from down the hall. Matthew thought nothing of it considered he'd heard adults yelling most of his life. The next morning however he caught Molly looking at some bruises on her upper arms. She wore a jacket that morning when she dropped him off at school. When he came home he waited for her to take her nap before sitting down on the floor next to the couch and looking at her arm that was now jacketless.
It wasn't until he touched them and she moved that she woke up. His hand was a smaller fit than the handprint on her arm but he understood what had happened in a way. Quickly sitting up Molly gave her foster son a peck on the forehead before going to make dinner.
Over the next two years Matthew heard yelling down the hall and listened to the excuse from Molly that they were fighting over grown-up things and that he shouldn’t worry. On one occasion he wondered if maybe he should go back to the Foster Care place so maybe Dick would stop yelling at Molly. The woman quickly set him straight in letting him know they were not fighting over him. She even went as far as to try and reassure him that Dick cared for him but he did not believe her. He just nodded however not wanting to upset her.
The beatings were better hidden during the next two years and Matthew never said anything after that day in the living room. Molly never gave any explanation. It wasn't until the beatings escalated from a shove or a bruising grip to hitting that Matthew realized how wrong it was. Dick was always careful not to do anything that Matthew might be able to see and nothing that would send her to the emergency room.
It wasn't until Matt was 13 that Molly had to go to the hospital with a broken arm. The story that was given was that she'd fallen down the stairs after tripping over one of Matt's toys. Since he was always careful to keep his few things in his room so Dick wouldn't be mad, Matt knew this was a lie.
When Molly came home Matthew tried to keep her as comfortable as possible while Dick went out. It was then that Matt tried to confront her on what was happening. When she told him not to worry about it he told a teacher at school. Obligated to inform Child Services someone stopped by the house. Dick, ever the charmer, managed to charm the visitors away.
It was that night that would never leave Matthew. No matter how hard he tried. Angered at the visit, Dick accused Molly of telling someone. Matthew was quick to stand up to him however before Molly could protest. Next thing he knew he was hurling across the room and over the couch. She was up in a flash to check on the boy while screaming at Dick to leave him alone.
His violence was turned on her once more as she protected her son from his anger.
"He's been nothing but trouble since he got here," he'd said.
"I should have done this years ago," he'd said.
That's when the bat appeared. "I should have clubbed you like a seal."
Moving Matthew out of the way Molly felt the wrath of the bat. The swings were harder and louder. She collapsed on top of Matt when a particularly hard blow hit her broken arm. Reaching a hand down she touched his cheek as tears streamed down her face. "Run," she said.
Dick had taken a break when he saw her fall and watched from the other side of the couch. "Had enough?" he said. "Well too bad." He was stalking around the couch as Molly tried to push herself off of Matt. "You do as I say, do you understand me. On my mark," she said quickly as he sat her up.
Matt frowned and was about to protest but she cut him off. "NOW." Dick was around the couch now and bat raised. Lunging, Molly clawed at his face with her good arm causing curses to stream from the older man's mouth. Scrambling to his feet Matt ran towards the front door. A sickening crack however stopped him in his tracks.
Spinning around, Matthew watched as Molly's form crumpled to the ground. No. He let out a scream and started to go back but he saw Dick still had the bat. Running to the front door he threw it open and ran.
It wasn't until he was sure that Dick wasn't chasing after him that Matthew stopped running. What happened next was a blur. He didn't know how but somehow he found his way to the police station and units were sent over immediately to the house.
He sat calmly in the police station as he awaited the officers' news. The verdict was as he expected. She was dead. Matthew found himself in child services the very next morning.
He was placed in a new home where he awaited to testify in the trial against his former foster father. He went to a new family who tried to be understanding of his trauma but when he wouldn't open up to them at the end of a year, his new foster mother grew angry. This of course did not help his PTSD that developed after the ordeal.
Matthew went from watching abuse to actually experiencing it. The only difference was, Molly's had been physical, perhaps even sexual for all Matthew knew; Matthew's was psychological. She would do things like invalidate his feelings by saying things like 'turn on the tears all you want, I'm not interested and phrases such as big boys don't cry. ' She then ends up belittling him and it grew so bad that when he was 15 he left.
He walked right out the door.
He was living out on the streets for about a month when Matt found himself caught in a bad storm. Sometime during his first week he'd come across a cat that now followed him everywhere. Their impromptu shelter of a cardboard box was falling over under the heavy rains. Wrapping the cat in his jacket Matt made a dash for an overhang he saw across the street.
The cat disliked the journey through the rain buy was quickly quieted when Matt sat down. Curling up in the human's lap the two fell asleep to the rain pouring a mere two feet away from them.
Matthew awoke to the sound of keys jingling and with a start he looked around. His eyes fell on someone's legs next to him and he quickly followed them upwards. A young woman a few years older than himself stood unlocking the front door of wherever he had taken shelter.
As it turns out, the young lady's name was Samantha. Samantha McBaine. She was the owner of a club. And this wasn't just any club mind you. He and his feline friend were invited into the building and quickly dried and fed. She allowed him to stay for a while 'at least till the storm was past'.
Samantha invited him to stay for a while longer and he found himself helping her get ready for the night's activities. It wasn't until patrons started showing up that night that he grew suspicious.
Matthew had always been a bit of a sci-fi nerd. Thankfully he didn't end up needing glasses or a pocket protector for pens. After a few warning signs he found his mind laughing at himself. For some reason these people seemed to think they were vampires. He'd heard of people that liked to get together and called themselves covens so he assumed it was just some crazy group of people all at a bar.
It wasn't until one of them started complaining about him being a human and saying something about killing that he freaked out. Samantha appeared when the man grabbed Matt's shoulder. Another man, older appeared a moment latter over her shoulder. He would later learn his name was Emory.
Words were exchanged too quick for Matthew to catch them all in his confused state. It wasn't until a door was flown open that everyone who has started to join in on the argument quieted down. It was a lot like Moses parting the Red Sea, Matt supposed, as another man approached the group. The whole club was watching by now and the music had stopped. Charles. The man that would save his life.
It seemed he already knew what was happening because he held up a hand for complete silence. "I understand there is a mortal among us tonight," he said to which a few people frowned. The few that didn't know what the fight was about made outraged sounds. The hand went up again and like magic there was absolute silence. He couldn't even hear anyone breathing.
"It is my understanding that my childe has expressed a wish for him to go unharmed?" Not even waiting for a response he continued, "Well as she wishes I command. No one is to harm the human. He is under my childe's custody and therefore under my protection. You harm him and you will have to answer to me." And with those few simple words Matthew found his entire world changing again.
For two years Matthew has been living with Samantha with occasionally Emory and Charles staying. It was explained to him what exactly had happened that night and who exactly they all were. He'd walked right into a vampire club and taken refuge under one of the oldest vampires around. Wonderful.