Post by Mason Williams on Dec 26, 2011 1:25:10 GMT -5
mason daniel williams
also i take no credit for that pretty gif o.o
Name: mason daniel williams
Nickname: mase, williams, etc.
Age:21
Race:human
World: Earth(living in Narnia for about a month now)
Alliance: neutral, though if he actually paid attention..he’d probably be leaning towards Aslan
Celebrity Claim:Liam Hemsworth
Looks:
Mason is a relatively largely built guy, standing at approximately 6’3”. He is muscular, but not to the point of it being overly noticeable. This muscle gives him an advantage in sword-fighting, seeing as it provides him with extra strength which is often quite useful. Certainly speed is useful too, and while he isn’t the fastest runner in Narnia, he is still quite fast (which also proves beneficial in sword-fighting and combat).
He has a rather plain face, though it has it’s few highlights. Including his deep sea-blue eyes and his bright, charming smile. His hair, however, is also quite plain. It is a light brown color, that sometimes appears dark blonde when the sunlight hits it just right. There is also a noticeable scar which is located underneath the hairline on the back of his neck (which is purposefully kept grown out long enough to cover the scar). Besides that one scar, he has a few others including a long, jagged one along his back that is slowly starting to fade.
As for apparel, Mason leans in the direction of what’s most functional and most comfortable. He keeps it very basic because he doesn’t really believe that the appearance of his clothing is very relevant. There’s only one thing that he constantly must have on him though and that is his pair of dogtags which is hung around his neck on a necklace, and often hidden beneath whichever shirt he happens to be wearing.
Personality:
Mason has always been a bit of a goofball, which while some may find it irritating and distracting (especially given the current depressing circumstances), others may find it to be a relief. He could be referred to as a bit of a dork, but he prefers being referred to as a comically-creative genius. He has a certain talent for making people laugh, even if he doesn’t mean to. Sometimes his dorky, adorable nature just shines through, and that is rather easy to laugh at, or at least shake your head in amusement at. Whether it’s being laughed at because he did something or funny or stupid, Mason never really seems to mind. Mason never really seems to mind. While certain people’s opinions matter to him, most don’t. That’s probably why he can stand being the joke that everyone laughs at. In fact, he’ll even laugh at himself most of the time as well.
Though, while Mason does appreciate a good laugh, one probably wouldn’t be able to guess he can be a bit of a pessimist. It is a little odd, but it makes sense if one considers that he almost puts a positive spin on his pessimism. For example, if he were perhaps about to be suffocated in a room, he would most likely say something along the lines of 'Welll, I'm dead..But hey, at least I won't run out of carbon dioxide." Comforting thought, isn't it? Generally his side comment is sarcastic, but he always says it in a manner that if you didn't know better, you would think he was actually okay with it.
One other noticeable thing about Mason is his clumsiness. It's rather interesting that he's a perfectly good swordfighter, but he still has trouble walking in a straight line..or not walking into a tree. Perhaps it's his lack of paying attention to where he's going or maybe he was just born naturally clumsy (combination of both is also likely). He personally finds it rather annoying, but he tries not to let it bother him too much (because, well, if he did then he'd be grumbling at himself for something new every five minutes).
While his clumsiness and dorkiness might sometimes make it seem less charming, Mason is still quite the gentleman. He may tease girls a little bit in that good-natured way of his, but behind the little jokes and mocking comments, he's still just as chivalrous. It's not at all that he thinks they need the help, simply that he likes to lend a hand (or lend a jacket if it's chilly or pouring rain). It's these occasional moments of sweetness that probably allow for girls to tolerate his silliness actually.
Family:
amelia williams // mother // deceased
alexander williams // father
History:
Mason Williams was born on the peaceful continent of Australia, or at least it was a peaceful place at the time. His father, Alexander, happened to be a well-known political figure, and his mother, Amelia, was always home to look after the little boy, so he fared well during his childhood. Amelia, especially, spoiled the little boy and took extremely good care of him seeing as he was their only child (and for a while before hand, it hadn't looked like they would be able to have children). She bought him special little treats and toys even though Alexander hardly approved.
Alexander was a rather strict man and he was hardly tolerant of any slightly rambunctious or childish behavior. He didn't have the patience that any man required to be a father, while Amelia, perhaps, had too much patience and was a little too lenient with Mason. One would think it would all balance out, which in a way it did, but it still wasn't a healthy environment for a child growing up. Especially with all of the disagreements and arguments between his parents (arguments which his father typically won, simply because he was the man of the household).
Amelia would hold her ground, however, and even when she technically lost a fight, she still really thought she was right. She thought she knew what was best for her child, and truthfully, she probably knew better than Alexander. Alexander wanted to raise Mason to be the next generation's best politician, but it was clear even as a child, that Mason wasn't interested in those things. Instead he seemed to favor more artistic, and athletic paths. And his mother enthusiastically encouraged that, so long as Alexander was looking the other way at the time. She was a free, creative spirit herself so it only made sense that she was proud of her son for being the same. She already had one grumpy politician in her house, and she certainly didn't need another. She even purchased an art kit for Mason for his seventh birthday, since he seemed specifically taken by painting and drawing.
So it began. Amelia would take Mason outdoors and into nature whenever she could and he would take the opportunity to settle down and drawn himself a pretty little picture. Sure, he was a child at the time, but one could see future promise in his sketches. These little adventures continued until Mason was eleven, when his mother unexpectedly died from a heart attack.
Out of him and his father, they took it about equally as hard. Alexander had never really shown it, but he really had deeply loved his wife, so when she left, he basically did too. He was even more distant from Mason, and the only thing he could see when he looked at his son was his mother's eyes. Sometimes he would come back to the house, completely drunk, yelling slurred swear words at Mason, who always tried to lock himself in his room before the storm really hit. Sometimes he was safe and his father passed out before he could do anything, but other times his father would smack him around for a half hour before he finally slumped onto the couch.
One or two times, his father got as far as breaking one of Mason's ribs, and while he always felt wracked with guilt in the morning, it didn't matter. At least not to Mason, who would slink silently out of the house until he reached his friend, James' house, where he would plaster on a smile and act like he had just tripped and fallen again (which was believable to everyone since they all knew he was a clumsy boy). Only James knew the secret, but like little boys who were best friends did, they kept it between them.
Things only got worse with his father when he got older. The stress of the oncoming war rubbed on them both, so the yelling and abuse only increased in intensity. Only this time Mason was 17 and perfectly capable of fighting back. He only took it so far as yelling, however, since he was still that sweet, silly kid, but after a while he would storm out of the house. He usually ended up at James' house, where they were more than happy to have him. It seemed like everyone liked him except for his own father.
Eventually James' room floor became his haven and his official home. He'd finally scraped all of his things out of his father's house, and picked up a job so that he could at least pay some sort rent to James' parents.
One morning after things were going smoothly, James enthusiastically informed Mason that he was going to join the ranks in the Australian army. Mason was wary of the idea, but he had always been a patriot and he believed in the cause (not to mention he wanted to keep an eye on his friend, who was even more reckless than him), so he signed up the day James did. Training was hell, but not nearly as bad as the actual war. Living in Australia, he was set up in an army that was primarily used for defending or attacking the Japanese.
The guilt over shooting other men was painful, but not nearly as painful as James' death. Mason was beside him when he was shot through the stomach. It was easy to tell that he wasn't going to make it, but Mason kept trying to insist that he go and find help. James' was more accepting of his fate however, and he just kept pleading with Mason that he didn't want to die alone. Who was Mason to deny his last request? So instead of leaving, he applied pressure to the gaping wound, and held his best friend's hand until he choked out his last painful breath.
Mason was numb with sadness, but he could also feel the hysteria building underneath that layer of depression. He knew it was beyond dangerous to stay around any longer than was necessary, but he felt a need and obligation to deliver James' body home. So he slipped one of his friend's dog tags off his neck and replaced it with one of his own, and then looped the one of James' back around his neck as he had once promised James he would do when they were little kids. Granted the idea was more along the lines of always keep a piece of you with me, and I'll do the same, but the basis of the idea was there.
As he stumbled back to find the rest of his force, he was somehow pulled into the magical land of Narnia. It took him nearly a month to finally admit that he wasn't just lost, he was somewhere new completely. So far, he's been residing there for approximately a month, but he has little idea of what is happening. And as a result, he remains neutral when it comes to picking the side of Jadis or Aslan.
(...I'm not depressed at all after writing those past few paragraphs now >.> and if you feel the need..here's the super depressing music i listened to while writing it click for sadness )
Your Name/Nickname: nike, emmy, etc
Roleplaying Experience: 3+ years
Sample Roleplay: see emmeline bethal
