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Matt Brisbane

"Never attribute to malice what can be just as easily explain by stupidity."

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a character in “The Legend of Sleepy Hollow”, originally authored by woolenlace, as played by RolePlayGateway



Full Name: Matthew Brisbane

Nicknames: Matt

Age: 22

Gender: Man

Occupation: Works in the army surplus shop.

Description: Average height, buzz cut, and squared off face. Standard military issue man, although he's never been in the service. He's not to concerned with keeping himself tidy, and always has a bit of grease and dirt under his fingernails from working out in the woods. He enjoys hunting and fishing and so has a tendency to be very quiet and still.

Personality: Plain spoken, and cemented in his beliefs about the world (namely that it is a plain and non magical place). He's practical above all so even when confronted with something he doesn't understand he prefers to deal with the problem first and understand it later. He can be a flirt and somewhat callous and casual with women, and doesn't see this attitude as much of a problem.

Matt is a very grounded and connected person. He will stand quietly and listen before speaking, and consider the options before deciding. He makes decisions based on inner instinct and conscience and gut feeling as opposed to being swayed by others. He spends much of his time outdoors and working with his hands because he enjoys the feeling of it. And he is content with a very basic and simple life. This approach isn't always pragmatic, and can lead to stagnation and a lack of progress, but he is content in it and doesn't want to change anything about himself. He's sure of himself and confident in his ways.

Skills: Hunting hobby means good reflexes, a calm reaction to stress, and a quiet disposition. He also has good aim, and knows how to survive in the forest if need be.

Weaknesses: His commitment to his preconceived ideas manifests as a pretty big blind spot. He will sometimes not listen to the people who know more than he does if what they're saying disagrees with what he already thinks.

History: Matthew grew up in Sleepy Hollow, and knows the ins and outs of the town better than anyone. His father was an alcoholic when he was younger and would often kick him out of the house for long periods of time. At sun up he would be put outside and at sundown he would be allowed back in. If he was perfectly frank, he was fine with being away from the chaos of his home life, and he spent his time in the woods, alone, for years.

When he got older he started visiting a house he found out in the forest, on the other side of the ravine. It was a hunting cabin inhabited by an older man, and he came to know it as a place he could find food and sit by the heater. As he spent more and more time there, he stopped going home every night. And then he stopped going home altogether. His parents didn't care, and he paid them visits often enough to keep social services out of it. By this time he was in high school.

The man who took him in, Harry Brisbane, is the one whose name he uses. They got along and understood each other, both a bit too accustomed to the quiet and isolation of nature. Harry taught Matt how to hunt and how to fish and how to find his way and build a fire. His wife Georgia got on with Matt as well, and she got him cleaned up and to church every Sunday morning, even when Harry would sit home complaining about the whole church business.

He got a job as early as he could, and moved out at 18. But he still kept in contact with the Brisbanes, spent almost every night there for dinner. He has since lost contact with his biological family, the forgotten son, but keeps involved with his adopted family. He'd do anything for them, and is fiercely protective of them and of the quiet life they showed him.


So begins...

Matt Brisbane's Story


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Katherine Van Tassel blinked at her surroundings, the cool air of the night stinging her warm flesh. Her hair whipped around her as she observed the trees of the forest in complete and utter suspicion and suprise. Her eyes were wide and alert as the town's natural fog only seemed to be murkier, more suffocating. Her chest heaved with trepidation and she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ears.

Why in the hell was she in the forest?

When did she get to the forest?

Instead of mulling the situation over, Katherine began walking, boots crunching down on dry leaves as she sought to find her way out of the forest. As she walked, she could have sworn that she heard the sound of rushing water and surmised that she was close to the water. Nodding, she quickened her pace only to hear something behind her. She turned. Nothing there. She began walking briskly, occasionally glancing behind her to make sure there was nothing behind her. Before long, Katherine was full out jogging, trying to recall if she was going the right way to the lake house -

The ground suddenly rushed up to meet her and for a second, Katherine could only lay there, raising herself up on her hands and feeling like one of those idiot girls in a horror movie.
Such a dumbass, she thought with a hint of disgust before her eyes widened and a chill trickled down her spine. Before her was the same burial site of the Hessian's head, freshly dug up. Katherine reached over to it for some reason, a strange impulse to check make sure.

A horse's cry shattered her concentration and she suck up air, a strangled gasp escaping her lips. She turned over her shoulder and her heart nearly stopped. The horse's angry red eyes glared down at her with malice, causing her entire body to freeze with paralyzing fear. She gulped but could not move. The rider...the rider with the axe...his head...

There was no head.


Katherine Van Tassel's head shot up out of sleep and she blinked a few times, mind and body not processing anything at the moment. For a second, she forgot where she was before she blinked that last time and the plane jerked for a moment.

"Ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking. We are experiencing a little turbulence at the moment because of the light storm, but we will be touching down in Massachusetts in about roughly fifteen minutes." Kat calmed herself then and settled back in her seat, ignoring the slight shaking of the plane and gazed out the window. She was on her way back...back to Sleepy Hollow.


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The weathered green truck trundled up the hill slowly, complaining as loudly as it was able, under Matt's careful control. It was an old machine, and he'd been swearing to everyone who would listen that he was getting rid of it, but somehow something had always came up to stop him. In truth it was far too comfortable and familiar for him to let go of. When it kicked into neutral, which it did just as he was rounding the last curve, threatening to send him into the ravine, he knew just how hard to brake and just which way to turn to get the car to lean and the gears to shift back into place. When the battery died, as it no doubt would as soon as he arrived and pulled the key out, he knew just how to revive it, even without another car to give him a jump. It was broken, but it was broken in ways that he could handle. He was a sucker for things like that.

He was headed to the hunting cabin at the top of the mountain, where Harry and Georgia Brisbane lived 9 months out of the year. Officially their house was in town, and they spent winters there so that they wouldn't get stranded on the mountain, but it was starkly decorated, no pictures on the walls, and poorly taken care of. Their real home was their temporary home in the woods, and it would be Matt's home for the next week or so while he helped them sort out some problems they'd been having with their groundwater.

The road in front of him got darker as he passed into the thickest part of the trees, the branches above him knotting together so thickly that it may as well have been night. And then the road passed through to the other side, opening up to the clearing he knew as well as his old truck, and the tiny house that sat in the middle of it. He killed the engine and grabbed his tool belt, ready to get to work.


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Ella Caster

Ella's backpack dug into her shoulders, and she could feel the sweat drip down the mantle of her back. She was not built for the outdoors, and neither was the lacy black sweater she'd put on that morning. It was hot and itchy, and with every step it snagged on some new branch she hadn't seen. This was absolutely miserable.

She'd been locked out of her house just a half hour before and had decided to go exploring in the neighborhood woods. It turns out you can get quite far in a half hour, and you can also get quite turned around. She wasn't totally sure where she was or which direction was home. But she knew she was going uphill. And that seemed like a good idea, at least in theory.

The trees grew close together here, like they were actively trying to keep people out, but there were a few deer paths that she could slip through. The hill got sharper and then levelled out a few times, almost like going up steps. And it was darker the further she walked. All of a sudden she heard a whack! And then a "Son of a gun!" She swivelled around but she couldn't tell which direction it had come from. Her muscles tightened up and she kept her footsteps quiet. It might be someone who could help but it also might not. After all, what kind of weirdo hangs out in the middle of the woods anyway.

"Um, maybe someone like you?" she thought to herself, and smiled a little.

She crept from tree to tree, scanning the distance looking for any movement. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of smoke through the branches above her. And then light in front of her, bright sunlight. She tripped over a root in her confusion and stumbled out of the trees and into a huge clearing. Matt Brisbane, the guy who fixed her dad's cars on occasion, the guy who was presently knee deep in a hole in the ground and banging on pipes, stared back at her, as puzzled as if she had been a wild animal coming out of the woods.