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Zander Mattheson

"I'm really sorry."

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a character in “Everest Hill Preparatory Academy”, as played by Hallowed777

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Zander Mattheson
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Zander Hale Mattheson || Zane or Hale || 16 || May 22nd || Bi-curious || Orlando, Florida


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Secret
He thinks he killed his parents, blaming himself almost completely for their death. It devastated him after their death, and he hasn't really ever been able to cope to well with their death. After their death he lived with his grandparent's who tried to help him through his devastated state. To his grandparent's it seems to have worked though he has just been keeping this happy façade so that no one knew how depressed he was and how much he blamed himself for what happened to his parent's.
Likes
+ Photography
+ Pastel Painting
+ Dreaming
+ Joking around
+ Being around friends
+ Jogging
+ Talking
+ Not being the complete center of attention
+ Romance comedy novels
+ Reading
+ Coffee
+ Watching movies
+ Warm weather
+ Beach

Dislikes
- Glasses
- Contacts
- Cold weather
- Sweating
- Getting sick
- Being judged
- Bugs
- Spiders
- Snakes
- Speeding cars
- Being alone
- Dancing: He'll slow dance, but he isn't into doing anything more than that
- Sweaters
- Alcohol
- Disrespectful people

Fears
- Death
- Losing another loved one
- Never being able to move on



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Personality
Even if a lot has happened in Zander's life that may leave him hopeless you won't see this depressed boy. He knows how to hide that kind of façade and refuses to show it to anyone because he hates when people give him this kind of sympathy that he just doesn't want. In front of people he can be seen as this male who just loves to joke around and act as entertaining as possible. He loves to see people smile even if he isn't smiling himself. When things get tense he knows how to joke around and make people feel good about themselves. He is caring he is always trying to cheer people up when they are down or even if they are just feeling slightly under the weather. This cheerful boy rarely ever seems like he is under the weather or isn't in the mood to do things that his friends may want to do. Another detail is that he is protective when it comes to those he cares about. He knows how to put his foot down when he doesn't think something is right and when someone is pushing around someone he cares about. He will stand up for those that he loves and rarely ever does he cower out if he is sticking up for someone he loves/cares about.

During the times that he is not up to being around his friend's he is suddenly quite the artistic , creative individual who is always thinking up of stuff to paint. Around most of his rooms are paintings that are finished and he doesn't know what to do with while others may be drying and finally one that he may be completing at the moment. Most of the paintings that he does are pastel paintings and the canvases usually range from small, medium, large to extra large but he rarely ever uses extra large canvases unless for a specific reason. Don't take it the wrong way that panting's are just sprawled willy-nilly though because he is actually quite the neat person. Usually he has spots for these paintings so that they are not just all over the place and sprawled all across his room. As well you must know that he is also handy and good at self management. He knows how to take care of himself and does a good job at fixing things that he thinks may need to be fixed so that he can take care of himself because usually he is pretty reluctant on asking for help unless he really thinks he needs is.

Finally the last few details you should know is how he feels some times deep down and how he acts when those deep down feelings finally emerge. Deep down he is seen as slightly over emotional. When he falls into one of his depressed days almost even the littlest of things makes him sad and want to cry. Even if he tries his best to be strong there are those times when guilt rushes over him and a few tears slip out. His has this huge heart which means he cares just about everyone unless you have done something really wrong for him to dislike you. When people are hurting he can be seen as this person who jumps into this nurturing stage where he tries to take care of him. Don't get him wrong he isn't all rainbows and butterflies because there are a few times where his nurturing behavior and his huge heart temporarily goes away when he seems to randomly go into this absent minded stage. He doesn't think he kind of just stares at something as if dazing off into another world while forgetting what he was just going to do. Sure its odd but it is what happens until he is snapped out of the daze this is when he apologizes for dazing off and suddenly he becomes a little more attentive then he was just a few seconds ago.

|| Entertaining || Caring || Cheerful || Protective || Artistic || Creative || Neat || Handy || Self manager || Slightly over emotional || Huge Hearted || Nurturing || At times slightly Absent minded ||


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History
Zander Hale Mattheson, age sixteen who was born to Anita Mattheson and Justin Mattheson. To him they were the perfect parents they gave him almost everything he could ever want. He became a snobby kid because of him being able to get what ever he wanted. He didn't care what his parent's said because he got what he wanted when ever he wanted it. His family consisted just of his parent's and their parent's and nothing more. He was and has always been an only child.

Anyways, nothing too big happened up until age 6 after being a few years into school he was already being bullied by kids. It hurt yeah because he was being bullied for being so creative and expressing himself. He got mad and to make him feel better his parent's would buy him these things that he wanted such as painting items, a dog, and even his own hammock because he wanted it. They gave him what he wanted and didn't dare to say no because he was their only baby due to the fact that his mother was no longer able to have babies because of an incident that had happened. He was basically a miracle baby because his mother wasn't even supposed to be able to get pregnant but she did. After he was born they treated him like a prince.

The bullying went on until he was about 13 though he didn't seem to care to much that people were bullying him. He hid that fact that it hurt him to be bullied but after a while he learned to live with it. one day something he did changed his life though when he decided to stay home because he refused to go to the store with his parent's. He didn't want to be there with them, saying a few terrible things to them that one day he'd wish he could take back. It hurt them he could tell it but he swiped the feeling away with a simple I love you. And he did love them, he grabbed them, hugging them tightly right before begging for them to get him something from the store that he didn't necessarily need. With that his parent's left him at home by himself, little did he know that it would be the last time he saw them. Before they left he was so demanding and afterwards he felt terrible. By hopping in the shower about 15 minutes after they had left he hadn't heard the phone ring so when he got out of the shower he saw someone had called. It was an unknown number and when he heard someone pull up he didn't know what to think because he was still wrapped up in his towel.

While panicking slightly when he saw a car outside his house and the two people in the car were soon enough walking up to his front door he didn't know what to do. He darted around his house, at least throwing on a pair of boxers and some shorts before he answered the door. When he answered the door he noticed it was his grandparent's, asking what was wrong and why his grandmother was crying they answered that his parent's were in a car wreck and that they were at the hospital. That same night his father passed away while his mother fought for her life for a few weeks before passing away. This devastated him because he didn't think it would ever happen. He hated it and didn't want this at all. He hated himself and blamed himself for his parent's death because he believed it would have never happened if he hadn't asked them to get him something. His parent's death wasn't his fault but of course like most kids he blamed himself for it and continues to blame himself.

After that he moved in with his parent's spending he rest of his years there with his grandparents and being just a complete wreck. He was always devastated and like any other grandparent would they tried to comfort him as much as they could. A year later he finally discovered a way to just block how he was feeling, pushing it deep down so he could look like he was okay even if he was anything but okay. Things slowly fell into place, he worked hard in school still as if trying to attempt the parents that were no longer there and he was now changing his way. No longer was he being snobby and hurtful to others now he was trying his best to be the best he could for his parents which he hoped were watching over him some where. At 15 he was sent off to Everest Hill Preparatory Academy after his grandparent's from both sides of his family collected enough money to do as much school there as he possibly could. This was also where he tried his best and hide his real feelings.

Currently he hides how he feels and works hard in school when he can. He doesn't take anything for advantage and does his best to make people feel as welcome as possible. He is always entertaining and loves to make people smile when he can. He also some times has small panic attacks due to the fact that after his parent's death he couldn't get over anything. He would have random panic attacks that slowed down slightly as he grew older. He still blames himself for his parent's death even if several people told him that he shouldn't blame himself and that he should learn how to slowly get over it.

Other
- Some times carries his camera around when he thinks he may need it.
- There are a few times when he has panic attacks

So begins...

Zander Mattheson's Story

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Mic Samson

Mic, hated the the world currently. Why? Because he was awake. He didn't like morning because this was when all of the blessings from above completely avoided him. Instead, he would always wake up in a terrible down. So, he go up, grabbed some essentials for the day, and went into the bathroom that was down the hall. It was there, that he pulled out a little baggie and rolled himself up a nice fat one. It was no secret that people smoked in here, so if people smelt it, they'd just think it was some fancy ass cigarette because of the smell.

After the first few puffs, Mic was finally starting to gain his chipper mood back. He finished his weed and headed to the showers to do exactly what the name entitles. Shower. 'cause he could not walk around smelling like beggars on the street. Sure they were nice people some of the time, but that doesn't mean he has to like their smell enough to want to wear it.

Coming out squeeky clean, Mic walked back to his dorm, pants on but shirt in hand, only to find Jo on here way to wake him up. "Looks like I beat you, this morning." He said, giving his friend a wink.

Adam Tew

Adam had actually woken up to nightmare that morning. His eyes shot open and he was freaking out mentally until he realized he was in his dorm. Not at home like he had been in his head. He glanced at the clock and realized it was only 3:24. He groaned, but knew there was no way in hell he was going back to sleep, no matter how tired he was. So, he stayed awake until his alarm hang. Unlike most people, he was quite fond of his alarm. Mostly 'cause his was set on his phone so he had an awesomely catchy tone to wake up to.

He rolled out of bed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He was always the first to wake up in his dorm, not because he didn't like sleep as much as the next guy, but because his body refused to sleep more than five hours until it gives out and has him sleep till about noon when he'd gone to bed at 12.

He got ready for the day and exited his room. Placing his usual fake ass smile on his face he walked to go find something to eat. First though, he stopped by the drama club. The new play was going to be posted soon and no one knew what it was. So he wanted to see if the lead role was actually worth trying for. He knocked on his instructor's door but there was no reply. "Probably isn't even awake yet is he?" Adam wondered as he looked down the hall where the teacher's dorms would most likely be.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Shut up." Dallan muttered as he hit the snooze button on the alarm clock that he was really regretting buying. Why did he waste his money? More importantly, why the hell did he set the alarm for so early? He should have set it for ten or something.
Yeah, ten o'clock was good.
The beeping stopped. Thank God.
Dallan closed his eyes in hopes to get in a few more minutes of sleep. He hadn't dreamt of anything that was worthy of remembering, but maybe he'd have a nice dream about eating rice pudding and flatbread. Yum.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Had it been five minutes already? Opening one eye, Dallan looked over at the dreaded box of noise. He rolled over and pulled the blankets over his head, maybe if he waited long enough, it'd shut up up and he'd be able to sleep for another hour or so... a wonderful hour of wonderful sleep.
Beep! Beep! Beep! The sound grew louder... then louder... and finally Dallan couldn't take it anymore.
"Shut up!" He shouted angrily. Reaching over, Dallan grabbed the alarm clocks cord and yanked it out of the plug and threw the box of noise across the room. It hit the wall with a crash, probably breaking something, and fell to the floor with a thud, probably falling on something.
That was better. Mr. Alarm Clock wouldn't be bothering him again until tomorrow.
"Sorry, Hill." Dallan apologized, wondering if he woke his roommate, and every other guy in the boys dorm. Maybe Tristan, as well as everyone else, had gotten used to the alarm clock being thrown every morning, Dallan shouting at the stupid thing, and things mercilessly being broken, so the noise didn't even wake them anymore.
On the other hand, probably not.

Dallan rolled out of bed, lazily arranged the blankets and pillows to make the room look like he put a little effort into keeping it nice, and threw on a pair of clothes that he probably wore a few days ago.
Looking around, Dallan realized he really needed to do his laundry. He shrugged. He'd do it later. Man, he missed his parents doing all that stuff for him.
Pulling on a pair of shoes, Dallan threw a pillow over at Tristan's bed.
"Wake up, lazy bones." He said, taking another pillow and throwing it at Tristan as well.
Dallan rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna look for something to eat before class, you want anything?" He offered, already opening the room door.

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Cattie clutched her pillow against her chest, her eyes shut tightly just before her she heard her alarm on her phone go off underneath her. Wait? How'd her phone get there? She shot up into a sitting position, her blonde hair in a mess in front of her face. Suddenly remembering that she had plugged up her phone and was playing a game on it just as she fell asleep. She guessed this meant that at some point and time during the night it got beneath her. Grumbling a few words under her breath she slid a hand to her phone where she turned the alarm off and gently brushed her blonde hair from her face. Taking a moment to look around her dorm she finally to the edge of her bed where she got a mirror out from under her bed and examine a few spots that were still left on her body from a couple of nights ago when she told someone that they needed to back of just a little.

Momentarily she examined the two bruises on her arms and one black eye that some girl gave her after punching her in the face when she was totally wasted on the streets. Oh well, its not her problem any more. Anyways she was used to the bruises. Cattie finally slid the mirror back and rose to her feet and she quickly fixed up her bed and went to where her clothes were and plucked out an outfit that she found suitable.

Right after finding clothes she had taken a quickly shower before messing with her hair and covering a least the bruise on her face the other two bruises were just going to have to be left as they were. She applied the rest of her makeup, checked to make sure it was good and then she finally sighed softly as she flipped through her phone. Double checking her phone for text messages from anyone she finally grabbed her bag and left the room with out even saying anything to anyone in her dorm. Actually she didn't know if anyone was even in her dorm room, lately she has been paying less and less attention to her roommates.

Messing with her hair she made her way to the dining hall where she'd finally eat something after pretty much skipping eating twice yesterday and now she regrets it because she is like starving. Hurrying into the Dining Hall she got a plate of food, something to drink, and went to sit down by herself since that's the way she liked it unless she felt the need to sit by a friend of hers. She moved her food around on her plate, softly singing the lyrics to Chiddy Bang's Opposite of Adult's. Every now in between verses she would take a couple bites and then restart over again or take up a little later on in the song. Usually if she would start again she would end up starting at a spot that she knew how to sing.




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Zander snored a bit loudly, a habit her had ever since a small child. Before it he woke up to the sound of one of his fellow roommates telling an alarm clock to shut up. Yep, like that was possible. he wished it was possible then he could sleep in more. sighing softly he smacked his lips a bit loudly as he shifted uncomfortably around in his bed a couple times. Some times if he was lucky he was used to his roommate telling the stupid invention to shut up and his episode of throwing it across the room. Of course today wasn't the case. He finally turned on his side and looked at his fellow roommate whom of which had thrown the alarm clock across the room. His roommate was now trying to get most of the boys up now and Zander grumbled, smashing a pillow against his own face before sliding up into a sitting position on his face. Scooting slightly to the side ended up practically throwing the boy completely off the bed with a loud THUD! the occurrence was unexpected and it left Zander groaning softly as he slowly rose to his feet and rubbed his lower back. "Freaking bed side." He mumbled to himself as he messily threw his bed together. He never was really good at fixing up his area but he made it work right now. "Good enough," He whispered, flicking his hand at his bed.

The night before he had already taken a shower because he knew the bathrooms would be flooded with people unlike if you took a shower at night. Glancing around his room he went to wear his clothes were and suddenly became picky as he decided what to wear for the day. At last he decided just on a plain grey button up shirt, a pair of jeans and some simple black vans. He wasn't going to be fancy and for sure he wasn't trying to be fancy at all. He grumbled, sneaking off to the shower area where he quickly changed into his clothes then returned to grab his bag. He looked at his roommates. "Good morning by the way." He greeted them with a small warm smile. He sighed tiredly, then shook his head as he slowly walked from his dorm room. He was tempted to ask if they wanted to join him but considering he wasn't quite in the mood to talk right now he was just going to leave it how it was.

Surprisingly he hadn't taken that long, but that was the usual routine. He liked being quick to get and wasn't trying to be first at anything he just wasn't going to sit there to leave him any kind of time to think about anything. It was hard enough that he constantly thought about his parents, but if you gave him some alone time and some thinking time he would surely go a bit crazy within minutes. Rubbing his eyes a couple times he hurried down the to Dining Hall were he scooped a small amount of food onto his plate before walking to a vacant table where he plopped down and took two bites before he was pretty much done. after thinking about his parents even just a little he suddenly had lost his appetite and longer really wanted to eat at this moment so he kind of just left it the way it was. Finally he yanked a book from his bag and started to read it.