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╔═° Name : Christian Matthews╠═» Nickname : Chris
╠═» Age : 18
╠═» D.o.B : October 5th
╠═» Height : 6'2
╠═» Weight : 200lbs
╠═» Orientation : Bi
╠═» Pros : Honest, Caring, Brave. Experienced in Singing/Piano/Keyboard.
╠═» Cons : Scarred right shoulder and left foot, can be cocky, oblivious, and can be hot headed.
╠═» Theme Song : ♪ TBA ♫
╚═» Battle Theme: ♫ TBA ♪
▓▓▒▒░░Now for a Story …_ Christian Matthews. Many before him share his grief,his pains, his fears, but not his story. His brother had been taken away from him when he was 3. All he could retrieve was the smile his brother had. A gentle smile. As Chris grew older (age 12), he remembered as his parents gave him away to the military, where he had spent most of his time growing up. He hated his parents for giving him away, away to the dogs of the government. The only comforting thing would be the blurry images on the television set he saw of his brother. His brother had become a High ranking military personnel. At the age of 15, he was sent on a practice mission within the vicinity. Days had passed and the rain began to fall. The loud crash of thunder echoed throughout what seemed to be a forest as he was surrounded by wildlife. He stopped by a pathway in the woods near a creek. Just then, the wet bushes behind him began to rustle. Chris looked back and he stood there shocked, for he now stood in front of a man he had wanted to see his whole life. The one man that he looked up to. He stood before his brother.
_ His face was stern, yet kind, and exactly how he had imagined he would look in real life, having only seen him in fuzzy News broadcasts since he had been taken away. “Brother, why are you still here?”Chris allowed himself a smile, trying to not seem smug. “To fight for justice in our Country's name.”
“What is the real reason, Christian?!”
“Victory for our allies, defeat for our enemies, and justice for all.” Chris said as he was trained to say from the manual all cadets had to memorize.
_His brother frowned, and that was the last thing Chris saw before an explosion of darkness consumed them. Chris fell to the ground, the repressed cruel and unforgiving memories rushing back into his mind. His parents delivering the news. Chris barricading himself in his room. The pain in his arms as they forcibly dragged him away from his home. His hair draped across his face as he refused to look at his parents. The burn of his tears as he cried himself to sleep every night. The booming voices yelling at him to focus. His screams as he cursed his family for doing this to him. The assault of memories subsided, and he was left slumped in the darkness but he knew it wasn't over yet. Someone was standing before him, and he didn’t even have to look up to know who it was.
_“Will you admit the reason why you want to continue living like this? Why you continue to do what you do for them? To continue to exist the way you are?!” His brother asked in a booming and serious voice.
His labored breaths caught in his throat just long enough for him to whisper, “B-Because…Because I have nothing else…”
The darkness shattered around him, falling to the ground in shards. He crumpled to the ground, heaving sobs racking his body. His brother turned and strode through the pathway in the woods that stretched before them. He did not stop to lend him a hand, nor did he glance backwards to see if he would follow. He didn’t need to.
_Chris remained on the floor, composing himself. The rain continued, but the silence lingered. Chris never turned back and muttered to himself "Because I have nothing else…"
_Time went on, and Christian left the military behind and enrolled himself in school. He made friends, joined sports, and lived a "normal" life. No longer burdened from the military life, he tried to enjoy it as much as he could. He lived what most would call a happy life since the encounter with his brother. To the day however...he still finds himself hearing the painful echoes of the words he said under the storm... "The reason brother...is because...because I have nothing else…"
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Art by the lovely =AeroSocks
