Character Name: Matt Jarrett Quinn.
Nickname: Mattie, Kitten, etc.
Age: Seventeen Years Old.
Gender: Male
Grade: Senior
Subject: N/A.
Race: Werewolf
Play-by: Gaspard Ulliel.
Appearance:

Standing at five feet and seven inches, this boy is wavering on the line of being considered average, yet he’s definitely not extremely tall by any standards, just right there on the fence. However his lanky structure does make it seem like he’s taller than he is, so frail and delicate, as if a wind passing by would break him in two, especially since all he has gone through. His hands are dainty and feminine, almost always characteristically shaking when you speak with him, as if he is going to pass out at any second, just a walking bouncing bean. His flesh is pale and milky, the perfect canvas for blood and bruises to mar without a care, and the scars that pepper his back are not veiled from the naked eye, nor are the bruises that coat him from repeated abuse, a pattern once from his father and brothers, before they disappeared without a trace. Around his neck is a pale roseate pendent with a sliver of ebony cutting down the middle, a gem he had stolen from the gypsies the cartel had stopped to murder, keeping it with him and believing it protects him when he’s afraid, even if it contains no hints of magic.

His hair is medium in length, reaching to nearly his eyebrows, emphasizing that innocent and youthful look that he has, chocolate waves with the occasional chestnut or blonde highlight in there, natural from the sun’s presence. Just like in his original state as a shape-shifter, when he had both the forms of a Siberian Tiger and little house cat, Matt’s eyes are still that golden-amber, honey as if drained straight from a beehive, warm and submissive. His clothing style ranges rather widely, quite different from his old self with all that flamboyantly stylish clothing, nope, ever since his near death experience he had downed, trying to wear darker colors as to not attract any immediate attention. He also likes to wear long sleeved shirts and coats, hide anything that would cause teachers or other students to question, scars on his wrists from self-inflicted injuries or bruises and marks from the fists of others along his forearms. He still did maintain his love of scarves though, having one in nearly every single color and pattern, the only thing he can truly accept in his life as a passion, too afraid to show anything else, as if it will be taken away from him as well.

The main scar that is noticeable on him, as if no one could ignore it is the huge bite mark on his side, around his abdomen, as if some immense creature had just bitten him, that being the turning process for keeping the shifter alive. Now since he is no longer a shape shifter he doesn’t have his other forms, but having been turned into a werewolf also provided a new shift for him, only one but better than nothing. He has yet to shift down into his canine form, for he is too afraid nor has he been bitten for very long, not even a full moon cycle has passed as of yet. In the state of a wolf he is petite and feminine, bones fine and thin, short in height and dainty in details. His fur is a creamy sort of coffee, like a frappe if anything, with speckles of dark brown and bark here and there, as well as a tipped tail, golden eyes even brighter in this state, as if he is some sort of deviation from his own species, not really the typically assumed werewolf, all snarling and black fur. Nope, just a tiny wolf, afraid of showing himself to the world.

Personality:

Phobias --
---- Achluophobia; Fear of darkness. The nighttime is one of the moments that this boy prefers to stay indoors, near some sort of light source at all times, the rise of the moon just making him think of all the bad things that happens during the darkness. He associates shadows and the cold of the night with pain and abuse, such as from his attack from the lion or from his family, and so he likes to remain within the proximity of at least one kind of light bulb or fire, gives him a chance to be alert. Now if he were to be locked in a room with the lights off or sent outside on his own he tends to go into a panic like state, just curls up in a ball when near a condensed area and stays there until the sun rises, or at least a flicker of light greets him. If he is indeed forced to be in a dark area he likes to at least be able to hold on to something, whether it be a trusted person’s hand or a teddy bear, stuffed animals being something he does enjoy, company provided by the lifeless and silent items, yet oh so tender.

---- Acrophobia; Fear of heights. Be it on an airplane or those rapidly moving roller coasters, the werewolf just cannot imagine himself being anywhere other than the ground, his fear of being so high up accompanied by shaking and shuddering. He also associates things that fly with bad luck, not including birds, just dragons and what-not, believing they are too big to safely be suspended in the atmosphere, as if they could come down hurtling at high speed. This paranoia causes him to be very trustworthy of winged supernaturals and the like, though he does have a fondness for birds and smaller animals, seeing as it had been induced within him when he first met Mika. Heights are like something he can’t control, just one misstep and he could be falling off a building or what-not, and so he strays away from those, often missing out on many adventures, but it isn't like he gets out very much anyways. This fear also fuels into his distrust of windows, preferring to stay at least a few feet away from them at all times, refusing to even look outside of them if they are anywhere but the first floor, as if he could just be shoved out one of them.

---- Agliophobia; Fear of pain. As with most teens his age and with the same past as the werewolf, he definitely is not a fan of any sort of pain, and when it is inflicted upon him it depends on the severity as to how his phobia acts up. If it is minor he just tends to whimper and rush away, instantly never trusting that person again, for quite a long while, even if they didn’t mean to do it in the first place, such as a light pinch or shove into a wall. Now if it is major, like a punch in the face or a kick to the gut then he tends to just go into an alerted mode, shutting down and just acting like some sort of rag doll, similar to an opossum, covering his head and allowing himself to get beaten to a pulp, as long as he manages to crawl out of it alive he doesn't go to the last form until later. Once he is all by himself this is when the boy truly unravels, sobbing and scratching at his wounds, making them worse than they normally would have been, hallucinations caused by his panic making it seem like bugs are crawling over his skin, just like an acid trip.

---- Agraphobia; Fear of sexual abuse. As a child and all through his teen years Matt has been sexually abused by a number of different people, though only one thing remained consistent, their gender. Males. This plays in with his phobia of sexual abuse, it causes him to constantly have nightmares about his encounters, as if they could come back to get him, even if the majority of them are dead. His distrust of his own gender makes him very skittish and submissive, and when he has the feeling that something bad is going to happen, such as being taken advantage of in a club, he really doesn't do anything about it. He just lies there and tries to find his happy place, his lithe body always taking the brute force, making his flesh extremely sensitive to the touch. His phobia tends to occasionally make him slip into bouts of selective mutism, especially when counselors or other people try to dig in and find out what went on, he just shuts off and cries, barely incomprehensible words coming out. So most decide to leave him alone and only a select few are able to be told the story, after a long while of bonding with them and making sure they aren't going to leave.

---- Aichmophobia; Fear of sharp objects. Knives, needles, sharpened poles, any of the sort that can cut or impale him terrify the werewolf to the extent where he can’t even slice bread or watch a show where weapons are involved, a rather severe side effect but nothing able to sate it. This phobia goes hand in hand with his fear of pain, seeing as how it takes at least some sort of object or body part to inflict pain upon someone that is physical. Blades and blood are usually the main triggers that send him running away or dodging to hide under the bed, the boy definitely not used to his inability to shift into a small house cat to protect himself better, still getting the hand of being a wolf waiting for the full moon. Now this fear of sharp items tends to keep him distant from martial arts players and teacher, as if he sees blades on their hands instead of actual fists, acting as if they are a walking dagger, kicking and wailing to get away if someone chooses to hold him still to introduce him to either one of those aforementioned or a person he suspects has a weapon of some sort on themselves.

---- Irrational Fear Of Lions; Seeing as how right after he started gaining some confidence and flair, bulked up and more matured, Matt had been attacked by a lion shifter, just the intentions of him getting beaten up as a point to the supernaturals that things were going to be getting worse. Ever since then he has had an irrational fear of lions and basically all large cats such as tigers, panthers and cheetahs, even though he had been a Siberian Tiger originally as well. He is unable to watch any sort of lion on the television or meet any shifters that are in that form, he can practically just smell it on them, it brings forth horrid memories and he is nearly at his most submissive state at this point. He does whatever he is told and just tries to stay away from them, yards of distance required at a time, his mind reeling to try and think of escape plans, the king of the jungle not so majestic in his eyes as much as they are deadly. He only sees blood, violence and lust in the eyes of a lion and would rather not have to encounter such an expression, especially since it was what he has been trying to escape since he was a child.

---- Claustrophobia; Fear of enclosed spaces. Many others in the world have this, Matt being no special soul, just as terrified like a toddler when locked in small spaces such as the trunk of a car or a tiny closet. He goes through many different signs, the first being dilated pupils, then comes the flushed skin, and finally the hyperventilation, as if he is dying, not able to catch a single gulp of air, just continuous gasping and clutching. This comes from the days his father used to lock him in a tiny metal box whenever he was bad or would toss him in the cellar all by himself, a child not able to comprehend this as would an adult and thus an intense fear formed, as if the walls are going to swallow him up. Whilst he is going through those physical and bodily reactions the werewolf tends to act aggressively, well as violent as he can get, towards whatever is blocking him from the outside world, be it a door or a gate, he just bangs his fists against it until they are just bloodied and swollen stumps. It is the natural instinct of any creature to survive, no matter how shy or obedient, no, when your life is on the line, you fight until your last breath.

Depression. As anyone would expect from an abusive childhood, any victim would start to feel the pessimistic values of the world, feeling as if there is nothing to look forward to anymore, and that is what the boy has resorted to, losing all of his hope and faith in the universe and just resorting to the blackened void within his heart. At first crying and cuddling into a dirty pillow had been enough to bide him by, but soon enough it wasn’t just that, he felt as if he was losing his grip on the world, like he wasn’t even alive anymore, missing all those who had cared for him, his friends. So despite his phobias of both sharp things and pain, a contradiction indeed, Matt started cutting himself, mainly on the wrists where many of his scars were and being a kidnapped teen he really didn’t have access to medication. So he kept going with his original tactic, at least until he went too far one night, nearly bleeding out on the caravan floor, and that was when they prevented his ability to find any sharp items. After his escape it seems he has wavered away from that, but still on some nights when the sadness gets worse… He just can’t help himself anymore.

Trigger. Matt’s trigger is really anything, to be honest, there is no single word or action that will send him into hysteria, nope. It’s usually just the general aura of an abusive host or perhaps the senses of danger, all of this causes him to act strangely and frightened, doing what he does best. Hiding. He acts as if blankets are his only shield from the world, for if he is in the presence of any sort of cover, he dives under them and refuses to come out until the danger is gone, at least if he isn't around anyone he is close to, for then he will more likely huddle behind them. Suspicious men and powerfully built strangers make him the most nervous, shaking a common habit, as well as those who pretend to care when really all they want is one thing, forcing him to choose his calls like some sort of round like Russian Roulette. A trigger usually sends most into fury and rage, whilst his commands for him to be afraid, a child, useless and helpless, he cannot protect himself no matter what he does, just too weak and wanting to please. All he wants to do is make someone proud of him.

Low Self-Esteem. Seeing as how he had been called worthless and all sorts of vulgar slang his entire life, one would assume that the victim would start to see themselves as less than everyone else, like the dirt the others walked upon, and that’s exactly how the werewolf sees himself, as if everyone should come before him. Personal segregation in reality, acting as if he should come second, not an equal to anyone else, and this all accounts for how he sees himself, like nothing, wasting the air that everyone else breathes. For when you are told you are a mistake for the way you look, for what you love, then there is nothing to truly adore about yourself anymore. You start to believe all the lies, the dishonest words meant to bring you down because there is no one to tell you that you are beautiful and perfect, and without a hint of the latter then there is just emptiness and negativity. Matt has learned to accept this long ago, refusing to hear anything but it, as if insults are better than complements, like he thrives to be pummeled around, when in truth all he wants is a shoulder to cry on.

Attached. Attachment is something a person does when they want to feel and be in the presence of someone who cares about them, or just love those who don’t feel the same towards them. First his attachment had been to Renny, then Nikki, then Nico, his precious roommates who all adored him for who he was, not at all like his true kin who had shunned him away. And then there was Cris. The one who he had always felt the most nervous around due to his shady appearance, mysterious and a loner-type, but then when his life had been rescued by the shifter that was when he realized he was just as much of a friend as the other three, his bond also growing with the wolf. So whenever in the presence of those he considers his closest bonds he is known to just cling, hover around them like a practical shadow, never wanting to leave their sight, as if they could disappear and leave him behind. The loss of his lover and then the prior three friends caused a form of Schizotypal Personality Disorder to grow, the belief that every single person you make a bond with will leave you behind, that no one will truly stay around. They will always abandon you.

Overtly Compliant//Lives To Please. Matt was trained to listen since he was a child being beaten and raped into the ground. So if anyone, even a complete stranger, tells him to do anything, he will do it ninety nine percent of the time, that measly percentage of no being when he is sure that it would only harm someone he cares about, willing to take a beating instead of placing their lives on the line. If you tell him to go jump in an icy lake, especially if you are a rather scary looking fellow, he will do it without hesitation, at least on the outside, while on the inside he will be a boiling pot of turmoil. He just wants to please everyone, to make them smile at him and tell him what a good boy he is, give him some affection rather than violence, even if it ends up stabbing him in the back later on. Just a small flicker of emotion that is tender and caring makes him thank the gods for whatever went right in his day, and he thinks the only way to make this happen is by letting others take advantage of his eagerness. Though sometimes that’s how life worked, the weak only living for a grain of praise, no matter how laborious their tasks.

Meek//Submissive. If you raise a hand the Canadian will cower automatically, even if you are just moving to swipe some hair away from your eyes, he just anticipates every single action as some sort of harm. He is incredibly shy, not talking very much unless he adores someone, even with girls, not like his old self who would be absolutely delighted and bold around the opposite gender, nope, now he is the same all around, just keeping to himself and perhaps one or two select other people. Matt is meek, his voice light and feminine, barely above a whisper most of the time, as if you have to bend down to be able to hear him, or plug a surround sound stereo into him. If you raise your voice, he will automatically start to back away or just stand still and breathe slowly, like trying to decipher what to do next. He only knows how to be obedient, as if he doesn't realize how to think for himself, make his own decisions, looking to those he trusts to make choices for him, such as what to eat when a waiter asks or how he is doing when a friendly teacher decides to chat with him. There is no Matt, there is only what others want him to be.

History:

Matt Jarrett Quinn was born in Quebec, Canada to a seemingly normal family on the outside, mundane and not at all special from the rest, just a mother, father, and three older brothers, along with a sickly eldest sister. Though on the inside of that large house was a hell, at least for the newborn, who had been sewn to be someone completely different than who he was since his existence, his papa expecting him to turn out like his cocky brothers and himself. His sire never did abuse his sister or mother, no, he never really showed any aggression at all until he noticed how his youngest child was starting to turn out, not at all athletic like the rest, nor commanding and bold, powerful as was the Quinn family. Nope, so by the time the shifter turned ten, that was when the real abuse started, especially due to his pretty face, rather than a masculine stature as the rest of the boys in his grade. He was born as a cat whilst his father and brothers were all more powerful creatures, from alligators to pythons, even his sister was a falcon, but the boy was just a little feline. The youth was also very open with his emotions since he spent so much time with his mother and sister, crying and sensitive, this infuriating his father every time he was witness to it, a strong believer in the opinion that boys shouldn't cry.

He would beat Matt every time he even saw a wiggling of that lip, first starting out with a light smack which then turned into a punch, and eventually it escalated into a true beating, kicking and mauling him until he was a mangled mess, the child missing so much school since his family didn’t want others to see the kid. So he started home school, which only made his life worse, his mother and sister never able to interfere with this, for they were afraid that it would only make it worse, and it continued for so long, a beating at least every single day by his father, sometimes casual, other times truly damaging to his frail body. He also started to teach his older sons how to show power over everyone by using Matt as their punching bag, tutoring them in the ways of showing dominance over a submissive soul. So his sire’s obsession grew with this abuse, even making a room where he kept the Canadian boy locked in for most of the day, never letting him leave, the walls lined with tools used for torture or beatings, and when he reached twelve years of age, they even kept him chained to the floor. He was barely given food, his mother sometimes sneaking him something extra whenever his drunken papa would be out with his brothers, trying to teach them how to pick up women and use them, eventually managing to brainwash those boys into thinking this was right, treating their little brother in such a way.

Ah, but that was until the hormones kicked in, for when Matt was fourteen he started having strange feelings whenever he was let out into the world, or at least his backyard and forest. He never truly felt an attraction towards females, yeah he thought they were pretty, but there was no pull or tug of his heart like when he saw other males, and that had been his mistake, especially with such a homophobic father, a secret about his parent he was not aware of until he told his mother about his first crush. She was sweet and thought it was adorable, not at all judgmental and telling him to follow his heart, though they didn’t know that his oldest brother had listened in and told his papa, making the unstable man even more angry, so that night he had dragged the child by his hair to the room, slamming him against walls and the floor, calling him nasty slurs based upon his homosexual orientation. There was just no stop, the teen boy huddled against the floor with tears as all four men bore down upon him with fists, breaking ribs and leaving scars, and then there had been something new added in, something that would scar him for the rest of his life. They went against everything they said and taunted, violating and raping their own kin, spitting on him as they did so, laughing and humiliating him, and once they were finished they had left him naked on that cold metal floor, shivering and shocked.

From the age of fourteen to seventeen the beatings grew dispersed and instead were replaced by the sexual and mental abuse, forcing the shifter to think that he wasn’t pure as the rest, even if his innocence had been taken by force, no tender love and care like all the fairy tales made it out to be. Why did those stories lie and make the world seem so good? Every night after those horrid sessions he would sit there and think about that as he wiped away his tears and stared with those swollen eyes into the shiny walls. However, on a weekend that his father had taken his three brothers to a business trip, his mother had gathered the courage to send him to a boarding school, Cry Wolf High, giving him money and hurrying him away to be safe, away from his father, at least until the man would find his ‘queer’ again. Matt didn’t think it would be any better at the school, but he was wrong, he had met some of the most amazing people in his life here, Renny, Nico, Cris, and Nikki. All of them holding a special place in his heart, those who helped him get past the abuse and show a sunnier side of his personality. And then there had been Mika. The geography teacher, the one who had cared for him and shown him love, and even though the rules against teacher and student relationships, they made it work, their first time having been slow and beautiful, like how it was supposed to be.

But of course, all good things had to come to an end, for months after Cris had rescued Matt from drowning beneath the ice, Mika had gotten into a car accident trying to get some soup for the sickly shifter. Not once has Matt ever stopped blaming himself for his lover’s death, and he returned back to his shell, the whole world going to hell after this, with Renny switching schools, Nico disappearing and only Nikki and Cris left in his life. That had been when he met Ciro and his group, helping out at the club, and on the way home he had been attacked by a lion, those eyes never leaving his memory. He had escaped and ran back to Cris, frantic and begging for help, but somehow it felt as if something was wrong. Reluctantly, as if he didn’t want to bother the wolf shifter too much, the Canadian had eventually started going out on his own, only for someone special to pay him a visit. Father. He had been so furious that his pathetic son had avoided him for so long, not going easy on the male and his brothers definitely gave him a warm welcome as well, kidnapping him and dragging him back home, or at least where he thought home was supposed to be.

No, instead they took him to a rundown apartment, like something a drug cartel would own, and they traded him off as a slave to the master who thought he was a ‘pretty addition’ to his collection, switching Matt off with a boy who looked nearly like his twin, except for the smirk. That other boy had a smirk, as if he loved this abuse, the job of being taken without want, and as the lean male just stood gawking, he watched his father and brothers leave with their new toy, only for him to hear screaming outside, as if his family had just slaughtered that look alike… It had turned out that they had been turned, vampires to be exact, and they just wanted a fresh victim to sate their bloodlust, not wanting their favorite toy to be harmed in the process, since they always loved coming back for more. But the cartel had none of that, casting them away as soon as they came close, leaving the grumbling males cursing to the heavens that they would return, dragging the limp body of the other male along with him. He stayed here for a few months, only to hear through the grapevine that someone had found the dead carcass of his look-alike, along with the barely noticeable bodies of his kin. But who had done such a deed? No one knew.

Matt lived with the abusive cartel for so long, they sold his body to strangers on the street, ones he would have to go home with and as they pillaged gypsy caravans they would always bring back a little something for him, a fucked up way as saying they were ‘appreciative’ of his services. Though soon enough, the boy felt sick, as if he couldn't stick around here anymore, getting weaker and weaker until he was on the brink of death with this infection, probably from all the disgusting things those ‘buyers’ made him do. Ah, but the cartel couldn't let their precious item go to waste and brought forth one of their werewolves who bit into the side of the shape shifter, effectively turning him into a werewolf after a few days’ time and driving away that sickness, but instead came another, the beginning effects of a werecreature. But with this new change in his inner systems gave him the ability to sneak out one night, just breaking the bars of his rusty cage and running off with that special pendent, to the only place he knew as home. Cry Wolf High.

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N/A. xD But yeah, since I had Matt on my other sites I've sort of missed having him here, it feels like I left a part of me x.x So now he's back and thankfully I got to redo his god awful bio lmao<33

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