MATTHEW, ETHAN

[Ethan "Ian" Matthew]

IN CHARACTER

NAME: Ethan Jack Matthew
NICKNAMES: Ian
AGE: 21
SEXUALITY: Homosexual
FACE CLAIM / CELEBRITY: River Viiperi
OCCUPATION: Nurse
ALLEGIANCE: Light
CITIZENSHIP: Native
SPECIES: Witch
ABILITIES: Ethan discovered his witching abilities at the age of thirteen when his father had a heart attack while shopping one day. He knelt down, screaming for his father, "Dad! Dad! What's wrong?! Dad!" Over and over. He touched his father's chest and his hands begun glowing. By the time the paramedics. Ethan honed his ability, though it was mostly self-learned. His dad found books and tutors to help him learn. He's not a witch that's in secret, because his ability showed in public.

His magic mostly revolves around life, healing, and hope. He has the ability to help heal the physical condition. Scrapes and bruises fast. Bigger things over time. Through this he learned the abilities of the Light witches, for protection, regeneration, or even making light appear on a candle by will. He doesn't possess abilities such as illusion, manipulation, poison, mimicry, or even changing himself to something. He cannot bring back the dead.

Using his magic can be time consuming. He likes to mix his magic with modern medical technology as healing someone with his hands or using his magic to make a potion takes too much time. Using his magic makes him fatigued, causing him want to eat more. Magic and puberty made him nearly eat his parents out of a house. 

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME / ALIAS: Nick
HOW DID YOU FIND US? Gabriel Edwards of course


ROLE PLAY EXAMPLE

Cassius laid there in the bed. He exhaled air and breathed it back in. His breathing was soft, weakened. He was so very tired. He just had a smile on his face, he just wanted Rhys to talk again. He wanted Rhys to get into his talkative mood and talk about the most random things. He liked the talkative boy. He didn't have a problem with Rhys wanting to talk about whatever was on his mind. He was perfectly fine with him going on a rant about quidditch or something he saw in the night sky. It was actually quite adorable to see him excited about things like that. He found it amusing.

The boy kept his eyes closed not expecting Rhys to kiss him. He just wanted him to say something. Anything. Talk. Why wouldn't Rhys talk? Why was he staying quiet? This was making Cassius uncomfortable. He didn't like this. Rhys needed to talk about something. Anything really! Why wasn't the boy talking... He needed to talk. This was driving Cassius insane. His mind was going ramp off of this. A hand was touching his jaw.

Cassius found himself caught into a kiss. This kiss felt different, but, Cassius moved his lips against Rhys'. He liked that Rhys was taking control of the kiss, kissing him back hard and long. Cassius pushed his head up, straining his neck against Rhys'. He felt himself pulled closer and a hand going through his short hair. He didn't want to break the kiss, he moved his lips around, trying to capture Rhys. Rhys picked up the game fast. This ended up being the best one he had thus far. He moved his hand up making a fist of Rhys' shirt under the blanket, his fingers scraping across the chest through the clothes. His heart beat picked up. He felt dizzy, but he didn't want it to stop.

Cassius couldn't help but to grin, to break the kiss. He gave a soft laugh and licked his lower lip. He opened his eyes to look at the boy, flashing a smile at him as he etched himself down a few inches and kissed the boy again, on the corner of his lips, then on the cheek. Cassius moved to the jaw and to the neck. He pulled down on his grip of Rhys' shirt exposing his clavicle again. Cassius lifted up his body, kissing it, working his way back up to his neck. He let go of his fist of the shirt and ran his hand up the boy's torso and attached his lips to the boy's neck, kissing the skin there. He pecked a few times before he basically made out with Rhys' neck for a half a moment. He begun sucking onto the skin, working it loose. The buy sucked hard onto the skin before letting it loose and kissing again.

Cassius wasn't a vampire. But, he was fascinated a bit with the neck. His own neck had damage done to it. He felt the neck should be treated like a king. This is how he wanted to treat Rhys. The boy pulled up on the skin again sucking it before he bit it lightly with his teeth... More like a nip. He kissed his bite mark and he sucked again. He clutched the shirt on Rhys' chest again, staying under the blanket. Cassius moved his head away from Rhys. He spotted the mark that was reddening. He smirked and kissed the mark again before licking it.

"You taste good," he broke his silence, closing his eyes again. He cuddled his head up against Rhys again, his hand loosened on the shirt. Cassius just laid there smiling at the boy. "You have your promise. Instead of just cutting myself next time I'll yank you into a corridor to get the stress off." he joked giving a soft laugh. The boy's grin was broken by a yawn. "Good bye," the boy yawned out. He didn't reopen his eyes. His breathing grew very shallow. He felt exhausted out. He also felt relaxed. His heart beat died down as well.

Cassius laid there a moment, unresponsive to the world until he suddenly shook with a hypnic jerk. "I mean goodnight... Sorry. I'm not thinking gay..." he spoke out opening his eyes slowly. "I mean straight! I am straight." he commented. "Oh. Hi Rhys. I liked that kiss."