Matthew Aaron George EdwardsAGE:
(I could not find a picture that looked close enough to what I wanted, so I am going with the prose description. I reserve the right to add a photograph if I find one of a handsome enough albino.)
Matthew is not particularly tall, in fact, he is slightly shorter than average at 5'6". Because he has albinism, he has milky white skin, colourless hair, and extremely pale blue eyes that appear almost red in the right light. Despite his strange looks, he is quite handsome in a slender, scholarly way, with sharp well-defined features and elegant mannerisms. Has incredibly good vision, but very weak eyes and frequently uses glasses to bear some of the load.ORIENTATION:
Student GovernmentPOWER THEME:
Unable to lie. Unable to break promises. Albino skin makes the sun very painful. Deeply buried inferiority complex. Falls apart if he fails in anything, with 'failure' being defined as 'second place', so has frequent private breakdowns where no one can see him.REPUTATION:
Pending rewrite - Well known throughout school and fairly liked, but seen as a rather stiff, stoic, humourless, goody-two shoes killjoy. This is not the whole picture.BIOGRAPHY:
Senator Edwards, like his father before him, was a political crusader. Championing a variety of causes, some of them more popular than others, he made himself a great many enemies. Ten years ago, he was assassinated, leaving his wife widowed and eight year old Matthew fatherless. Some suspected that a mobster had put out a hit on him, but despite a nationwide manhunt, no suspects were found and eventually the case went cold.
Abigail Edwards remarried less than a year after her famous husband's death, mostly because the Edwards fortune had vanished along with him, leaving them destitute. Her new, much older husband, Reverend John Sanders, was a quiet man of very modest means but quite respectable. They soon had a daughter, Alexandra Sanders.
Matthew barely remembers his real father, but he has always tried to live up to his legacy. Now in his Senior year of high school, he is trying to follow in his father's footsteps by running for positions of leadership within the student body. True to his family, he is well known for his utter lack of tolerance for any sort of corruption or rule-breaking, and occasionally antagonizes those he considers disruptive influences. Very confident, self-assured, and almost arrogant on the surface, deep underneath his stoic exterior he suffers from constant feelings of inferiority, due both to his family's current destitute state and a nagging fear that he will be unable to live up to his family name.
In addition to student government work, Matthew is a member of the fencing, archery, choral, and dancing clubs. One of the top students, he frequently falls into despair if he begins to think that another might be valedictorian instead of him.Writing Prompt
Matthew looked over the stack of fliers. "Thank you, Ms. Peters, you have done an exemplary job as always. I am in your debt. If you will take the west side, I will take the east side." Election day was coming up, and Matthew was determined to crush his opposition. As always, Cornelia Peters was there to help him. Once he won, she would be an exemplary secretary.
Cornelia Peters nodded. "Then I will take the west side of the school. Anything to get the better candidate elected!" Matthew could not help but notice how beautiful she looked in that blue summer dress. It complemented her eyes so well... Perhaps this was as good of a time as any. After all, she had been there for him so long, he really could not do without her.
Calming his heartbeat and taking off his reading glasses, Matthew stared nervously at the tabletop. He had been planning this for two weeks, but had put of the asking for fear of what might happen. "Ms. Pe- I mean, Cornelia." He began with great trepidation.
Cornelia paused at the door and turned around. "Matthew? What is wrong? You never call anyone by their first name. Are you sick?" Her voice showed her concern.
Matthew shifted nervously. "It is just that you have been so helpful to me for so long, I just wanted to thank you by taking you out to eat. Just the two of us."
Cornelia turned almost as white as Matthew, then blushed heavily. "Matthew Edwards, are you asking me on a date?" Matthew nodded nervously. She laughed, a relieved, regretful laugh. "I flirted with you so much for so long, but no reaction at all from you. I have been waiting for you to ask me out since middle school! I was half-convinced you were gay."
Matthew looked confused. "What? I am not... What? All this time... So will you go out with me?" His tone showed barely constrained hopeful joy.
Cornelia sighed deeply and dropped her head. "I am so sorry. One month ago I started dating Percy, and..."
"So no then." Matthew hung his head. After a moment he stood up and grabbed the stack of fliers. "I will take the east side if you take the west, Ms. Peters." His voice was cold and emotionless.
"Hold on, I did not say no!" Cordelia interrupted.
Feeling more than a bit confused, Matthew paused in his stride and turned around. "But you already have a boyfriend. Percival Davidson is an upstanding young man."
"That may be, but he is not my husband or my fiancee. If I want to break up with him for you, then that is my business."
"I cannot ask you to..." Matthew paused. He did not know how to proceed. On one hand, he desperately wanted to try to make the relationship work, but on the other hand, he had very strong opinions on cheating, whether on tests or romantic interests. Still, her words did ring true... "How about we go on one date, and see where things develop from there?"
Cordelia smiled. "That seems reasonable. But you are going to have to be a bit less formal with me."
Percival bowed and smiled. "Of course, milady."
The evening of the date came soon enough. Percival rented a car, his was a junkyard reject infamous around school for how ugly it was, and picked up Cordelia at 6:30. From there they went to an expensive Japanese restaurant and then to a classical music concert. Throughout the evening Matthew felt nervous, but not so much as to impair his enjoyment. Unfortunately, Cordelia seemed a bit strained as well, though Matthew could not quite identify the cause.
The parted with only their usual farewell that night. Maybe there would be another date, but probably not. That one had cost him two months worth of his meager income. But more than that, Matthew was not sure if he was ready for a relationship, if he could open up enough let someone else in. Full of uncertainty, he drove off into the night.
Ski Free (Don't get eaten by a yeti)
Matthew took another look at the itinerary. "I am not certain that I should be going on this... excursion. Perhaps I would be more useful at school and attending to my normal duties."
Cornelia sighed. "Look, the rest of the student council is going, and plan on having an important meeting there. You cannot skip that, or duck out of your responsibilities." Matthew was silent. He began to open his mouth, when Cornelia shushed him. "I know you are worried about the money, since your parents cannot afford to send you and you are bankrupt after our..." a hint of red appeared on her cheeks, "... date." She sighed deeply. "I am sad that that did not work out, so let me offer to pay your way. You know I have the money. If it makes you feel better, I can put the money into the treasury and then say that it was a gift from the student council for all your hard work."
Matthew wanted to argue the point, but after a few minutes of hemming and hawwing, he decided that it would be very rude to refuse a gift given so insistently. Pity Percival Davidson was going too. Sure, Percival was a great guy, but Matthew could not help but feel jealous of him every time he saw him now. At any rate, Cornelia was right. Like most of the families around here, her's was wealthy enough to pay one or two trips of that size without noticing, whereas he only had the money from the part time jobs he could get as an underage student.
His feelings towards the trip itself were quite ambivalent. On the one hand, lots of immoral behavior and rule-breaking went on, and he was regretfully unalbe to do much more than lecture those involved. His position did not carry a quarter of the power that it would in a Japanese school... On the other hand, he really enjoyed the cold and the snow. He had always felt a special affinity for winter. But, with the payment out of the way. He would have to get permission from his mother and step-father.
"Mother, father, I have a request: will you allow my permission to go on the annual school trip to the Copper Ski Resort? The student council is having a meeting there, not to mention the fact that I would really enjoy the skiing itself. The student council, mostly the secretary, has offered to pay my fees so that I can attend the meeting with the others. I know that the trip has a scandalous reputation, but I will strive to not shame the family name regardless of my current location or timezone."
The dinner table went silent for a few seconds. "Of course you can go." Rev. Sanders said mildly. "We trust you to stay out of trouble."
Well, that was easier than expected.
Now all that was needed was to pack everything. His mother was insistent that he have a new coat to make him feel 'nice and toasty' but Matthew felt that was not truly necessary. The cold did not bother him. It never had. The sun bothered him though, and so he had to pack a bunch of SPF 50 to keep his melanin free skin from developing rather nasty problems, winter or not.
Packing was a quick event: personal hygiene supplies, four changes of clothes, winter gear courtesy of his mother, laptop, papers, and sunglasses. Snow glare on his sensitive eyes could be murder.