Okay I know this should be posted at 
lcbd_apps, however I got a new account and therefore I'm not a member and all that boring stuff. So here it is.
Nate: 27th of May
Kal-el: 09th of June
note; Ok so wow! I tried, but couldn’t let go of Matt - and despite continuous death threats from Erika, this was my own decision to bring him back! Oh and I got an okay from Chelsea. Ok so we all know Chloe erased Matt’s mind and Bela’s, so he won’t remember anything related to that. (Because his pb isn’t David Henrie - he won’t have any tattoos either). So basically you can have your character go up and say, oh hey whatever happened to that girlfriend of yours Chloe, but really he will have no idea what you are on about. He’ll probably smile politely and make a note to look into psychological help for you. Where has Matt been you might ask? He has been with Elliot and his family in Italy for most of the fall, as he finished his high school degree out there. He returned in the summer, to hang out with Stella for a bit. Still no one knows he is coming back to teach, however. So yeah any questions feel free to ask!
MATT GIORGIO MORETTI
Hey there...?! Well, first things first, since I don't know your name, tell me some things about it!
"On paper it reads Matthew Giorgio Moretti. But I would prefer it if you called me Matt or anything other than Matthew really. Matthew sounds old. Like old testament, old. Plus I have honestly always been that kid, who wished they either could get ‘there’ already; there being where they could truthfully say they were happy, like with a family and a house etc, or they could just stay a kid forever. The whole Peter Pan thing… so not overrated. So, si! I am that kid. Matthew is a Hebrew name and with my father being Jewish, it’s not anything new really, and also with my mother being Catholic, she had no complaints either. Good Christian name. Good Jewish name -- kind of. I suppose Matthew is a good name to put on a trophy or an award of sorts, too. Which I get a lot of -- I know that sounds pompous, but when you spend most of your life wanting to be an astronaut and being fascinated by mathematics, it just kind of comes with the territory, along with sleepless nights of study and not much of an social life. Maybe I’ve avoided the last one a little, though. Nicknames? Other than Matt, I go by Giorgio or Moretti. But nothing anything creative or something, Bella; she is my sister, calls me Spud some days -- not stud… spud. It’s short for Spudnik. Si, the Russian satellite. What did I mention before about being into the whole space thing?
But si, that’s my name. Nothing much else I can elaborate on it."
How old are you? When's your birthday? What grade does that put you in?
Teacher's Assistant
"I’m twenty and I left Segreto in my senior year, after an incident (which I'm still unsure of the details of) caused me to have some severe memory loss. I'm returning now as a TA, as I managed to finish off the rest of my senior year back home in Italy. Which really is kind of ironic, ending where I started. Originally I was home schooled by my father and once my father past away -- I guess I just stopped. Until I came to America that is anyway.
And as for my birthday, there is nothing wonderful or unique about it or my age. Just the second day, on the first month of the year. Everyone is still pretty much hung-over from new years, so it passes by unnoticed. Which I would be relieve of if that was actually true. I hate my birthday. Not birthdays in general. Just my own. I’ve always thought it was a little selfish to celebrate my own insignificance in the world. I suppose that is weird. That I hate my own birthday and generally enjoy celebrating other peoples, but it’s true. I see the irony, and I’m well aware of how the whole thing makes me sound too - well like I’m one of those hate their existence people? It’s not really like that. We usually find things we dislike about ourselves anyway right? I definitely live up to the Italian stereotype, big family -- so as you can imagine, even despite my reasoning’s; which actually have a lot of good facts to them, I get a big cake --- a surprise party, that still manages to surprise me most of the time and table full of things, I actually ridiculously love.
But no, I’m not a birthday person."
That's interesting. What about your looks? Like them? Don't? What's up on that side?
""My looks? Well, I’m not going to say I love the way I look. I definitely work hard to keep a good appearance and to say I’m a little obsessive about things like that, would not be over exaggerating. I spend up to an hour in the bathroom getting ready. My sisters were the ones to complain to mama, that I was taking too long and that generally is the opposite in a household with girls and boys. I’m obsessed with my hair, like you’ve probably notice. I have that tendency to keep pushing it up and playing with the tips. I’ve also, always been an athletic person. Soccer, diving, hockey and running -- keep me in shape. I do go to the gym once a week, but generally I’m just in the pool swimming laps -- which usually has me smelling like chlorine most of the time. I’m a water boy, so that means I’m usually awkward on land. I sound like seal or something, but it’s true. I’m just more comfortable swimming and being in water in general. Maybe I’m the opposite to Ariel? --- uh can’t believe I just compared myself to a Disney mermaid? --- uh yeah, well what I mean is I have this odd walk, my feet point out like a duck and my back is usually hunched over. Does nothing for my appearance, but I suppose when you have an ability like mine, doesn’t really matter. No one bothers to notice anyway.
I’m fairly tall, 6', not like it matters when I’m hunched over half the time or sitting down in a chair studying. Being Italian, means nothing to my genetics. I’m not tan -- and for someone who spends a majority of their time at the beach, you would think I should be. Nah the sun says no to Matt, ‘I will not tan you and make you anything like your Italian friends!’ We’ve had a couple disagreements, as you can probably imagine."
You're gorgeous though, let me tell you that. So, tell me about you. Your inner side. The personality!
"I guess the point of the matter is there is always going to be a side A and a side B to me. Side A) is the initial ‘upon first glance’ look, one might take on me. They will be confused - unsure of what they see and at first they might think I’m one of those keep to himself characters, which is easy enough to mistake me as. I did spend the duration of my sophomore year, buried under a row of books in the library, as I alienated myself from everyone other than a girl known as Stella Fletcher. But while that is partly true, it’s also a lie. I’m a person who needs people, which yes, I know everyone needs people - but I’m sure I would literally starve without them. Which again is a funny thing, as I - like that person’s first observation - do keep to myself. Maybe you understand why I need to explain myself like this, I’m not that straightforward. I’m the type of guy that would be sitting next to you in mathematics and you wouldn’t even know I was there until I made a quip about the professor. I might get called up for talking and asked to reveal the answer on the spot, which I would surprise you and the professor (maybe not the professor, unless it was someone filling in for my usual teacher), that I knew the answer - down to the last digit. Without rounding. I would smile and maybe if that being the end of the class, disappear. Don’t worry you would most likely see me again. Because that whole situation would be taken completely different for me. That short moment - where you joined in, laughed, smiled - that caused me to think for just a moment that we ‘us’ could be something. I know. It’s scary how soon it happens for me. But I’m always falling so easily in love - I could make a Disney cartoon couple, falling head over heels in love after one day, look like a long thought out commitment. Okay, Thankfully I can tell you, that doesn’t happen that much for me anymore. Not after Bela. But this doesn’t really have anything to do with who I am - this is just side A) the ‘upon first glance’ look remember? Side B) Now that’s me.
Side B) Hmm. To be honest, it’s hard to talk about side B). It’s a side that only my close friends and girlfriends ever see. It holds my fears, my worries, my history - everything you wouldn’t think for a moment I had. Sure you probably expected a little family drama - that left me isolated and socially awkward, but not death and mother’s that make you so invisible, that eventually is exactly what happens to you. I bury that all deep down, wait for days like anniversaries (that I rather pretend never existed) arrive and take a moment to pause and crack open. Let it out for a moment, before I put all the pieces back together again, not always finding every single piece. That’s the part I rarely want people to see. I don’t like my mood affecting others, especially when I’m in such state. That I don’t even know what I’m exactly doing anymore. I think, the most important thing to remember is - I’m fine. I get better. So side B) while is everything important to knowing who I am entirely, isn’t relevant for everyone to know and I’m also glad I’m so hard to read most of the time. So yeah that’s me Matthew Moretti."
You sound nice, really! Where are you from, though? What happened back then, before you were admitted to Segreto Academy for the Gifted?
"My father died. Actually that’s a lot harder to say out loud then I thought it would be. It’s been nearly four years since the incident and still I have trouble saying it out loud. My father and I were close. He home schooled me since I was boy. He was a fisherman and a big part why I like the ocean so much. He was my best friend and one day he got sick and just never got better. I’ve always felt responsible for his death, being as we were out on the boat at the time, when he just fell asleep and didn’t wake up. Apparently it had something to do with his cancer, which I never understood - because he had told me that was gone, that I didn’t need to worry about it anymore. I think it was after that year - the year I went and stood near his grave and couldn’t even hold my mother’s hand or tell her how sorry I was - because I reminded her too much of my father. That I started to hate him. My best friend, My father. I kept up my job, forgot about school, taking longer trips. To Spain, Croatia anywhere, but Italy. Anywhere away from my mother who refused to talk to me - let alone look at me and my sisters who I couldn’t help, but feel a sense of guilt, that it was my fault they no longer had a father. My Italian became foreign, as I took on Serbian and Croatian. Forgot about the Icelandic I had learned when I was thirteen, the year my father saved my life and became my best friend. Buried it all behind me and replaced my Italian bibles, with Croatian ones - just to complete the transformation. But still I couldn’t get my thoughts to shift - they stayed the language I desperately wanted nothing more to do with, a constant reminder of who I use to be. One day I came back, got into a heated argument with my mother, something happened and before I knew it my uncle was inviting me to live with him and taking me away from Italy and to America. I still can’t decide whenever or not I regret that day or not."
Speaking of, tell us all about your ability. It was what got you into this school, after all. What can you do? How did you find out about it?
Invisibility.
"I should probably start by telling you, exactly what happened the day I returned to Italy. It was during winter and not that it had anything to do with the reason I was returning, I just thought it was rather fitting at the time, that I was returning to a season where the past was covered up and forgotten, getting ready for Spring to roll by and bring it back to life. Forgiveness is what I searched for. Ached for. I needed it to move on - maybe then I could go back to Croatia and live that life I always wanted. Start a family. A modest enough life, living on a fisherman’s wage, but still it would be enough to get by. But first I needed to go back and finally get my mother to forgive me, to look at me. But all I remember is words being raised, sister’s crying and doors locking - hands most likely being covered over ears, as I realized she could still not even glance my way. I felt invisible and it didn’t even for a moment surprise me, that was exactly what I became. I locked myself in our church for weeks after wards - before getting word that my uncle was returning and he was going to take me to the states to live with him. The news, that my mother was in fact sending me away, came so much differently off my sister Mia’s lips. She almost made it sound like it was my idea to leave and I would enjoy it. I think she was scared though, I think all of them were scared. I can still remember how surprised she was to find me in the church in the first place, almost like she couldn’t believe I had been allowed to walk through the doors. I just had to keep looking up at that ceiling and praying, I wasn’t a demon - but rather some form of an angel instead. I had always considered myself to be bit naïve anyway. "
three or so years
What about your family? Who are your parents? Do you have any siblings? What's your relationships with them?
"I feel like what I’ve told you about my family isn’t fair on them. I’ve said stuff, that isn’t relevant anymore and I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression. Because things have changed, for the better too. My mother and I, have actually reacquainted ourselves with one another. She is getting remarried in the summer and I couldn’t be more happy, that she chose someone, who I’ve known my whole life, someone I would easily consider to be like a second father to me. My pianist. Who despite my dislike for French people, is actually one I can tolerate. My sisters and I have never been closer, I spent the a large proportion of the fall with them. Reconnecting, getting use to the fact my sister was going to have a baby, a baby that I nearly had. I love my family. I couldn’t ask for or wish for any other. I have once again, returned back to my religion and I think it’s made things easier. I even went to the synagogue - for my father - on his birthday, I think he would have liked that. My father. I think - I’ve found away to forgive. I’ve been to his grave stared purposely up at the heavens and asked questions, that I’m almost certain he’ll answer some day. I’ve cried, screamed and laughed. And I think I’m ready to move on."
Community Roleplay Sample:
well you know how Matt rps
Journal Sample:
same deal. something about sin, religion, angst or something annoying.
Your name: Katie
Your age: 18
How did you find us?: Uh.
Contact information: ringointhemoon
lcbd_apps, however I got a new account and therefore I'm not a member and all that boring stuff. So here it is. Nate: 27th of May
Kal-el: 09th of June
note; Ok so wow! I tried, but couldn’t let go of Matt - and despite continuous death threats from Erika, this was my own decision to bring him back! Oh and I got an okay from Chelsea. Ok so we all know Chloe erased Matt’s mind and Bela’s, so he won’t remember anything related to that. (Because his pb isn’t David Henrie - he won’t have any tattoos either). So basically you can have your character go up and say, oh hey whatever happened to that girlfriend of yours Chloe, but really he will have no idea what you are on about. He’ll probably smile politely and make a note to look into psychological help for you. Where has Matt been you might ask? He has been with Elliot and his family in Italy for most of the fall, as he finished his high school degree out there. He returned in the summer, to hang out with Stella for a bit. Still no one knows he is coming back to teach, however. So yeah any questions feel free to ask!
MATT GIORGIO MORETTI
Hey there...?! Well, first things first, since I don't know your name, tell me some things about it!
"On paper it reads Matthew Giorgio Moretti. But I would prefer it if you called me Matt or anything other than Matthew really. Matthew sounds old. Like old testament, old. Plus I have honestly always been that kid, who wished they either could get ‘there’ already; there being where they could truthfully say they were happy, like with a family and a house etc, or they could just stay a kid forever. The whole Peter Pan thing… so not overrated. So, si! I am that kid. Matthew is a Hebrew name and with my father being Jewish, it’s not anything new really, and also with my mother being Catholic, she had no complaints either. Good Christian name. Good Jewish name -- kind of. I suppose Matthew is a good name to put on a trophy or an award of sorts, too. Which I get a lot of -- I know that sounds pompous, but when you spend most of your life wanting to be an astronaut and being fascinated by mathematics, it just kind of comes with the territory, along with sleepless nights of study and not much of an social life. Maybe I’ve avoided the last one a little, though. Nicknames? Other than Matt, I go by Giorgio or Moretti. But nothing anything creative or something, Bella; she is my sister, calls me Spud some days -- not stud… spud. It’s short for Spudnik. Si, the Russian satellite. What did I mention before about being into the whole space thing?
But si, that’s my name. Nothing much else I can elaborate on it."
How old are you? When's your birthday? What grade does that put you in?
Teacher's Assistant
"I’m twenty and I left Segreto in my senior year, after an incident (which I'm still unsure of the details of) caused me to have some severe memory loss. I'm returning now as a TA, as I managed to finish off the rest of my senior year back home in Italy. Which really is kind of ironic, ending where I started. Originally I was home schooled by my father and once my father past away -- I guess I just stopped. Until I came to America that is anyway.
And as for my birthday, there is nothing wonderful or unique about it or my age. Just the second day, on the first month of the year. Everyone is still pretty much hung-over from new years, so it passes by unnoticed. Which I would be relieve of if that was actually true. I hate my birthday. Not birthdays in general. Just my own. I’ve always thought it was a little selfish to celebrate my own insignificance in the world. I suppose that is weird. That I hate my own birthday and generally enjoy celebrating other peoples, but it’s true. I see the irony, and I’m well aware of how the whole thing makes me sound too - well like I’m one of those hate their existence people? It’s not really like that. We usually find things we dislike about ourselves anyway right? I definitely live up to the Italian stereotype, big family -- so as you can imagine, even despite my reasoning’s; which actually have a lot of good facts to them, I get a big cake --- a surprise party, that still manages to surprise me most of the time and table full of things, I actually ridiculously love.
But no, I’m not a birthday person."
That's interesting. What about your looks? Like them? Don't? What's up on that side?
""My looks? Well, I’m not going to say I love the way I look. I definitely work hard to keep a good appearance and to say I’m a little obsessive about things like that, would not be over exaggerating. I spend up to an hour in the bathroom getting ready. My sisters were the ones to complain to mama, that I was taking too long and that generally is the opposite in a household with girls and boys. I’m obsessed with my hair, like you’ve probably notice. I have that tendency to keep pushing it up and playing with the tips. I’ve also, always been an athletic person. Soccer, diving, hockey and running -- keep me in shape. I do go to the gym once a week, but generally I’m just in the pool swimming laps -- which usually has me smelling like chlorine most of the time. I’m a water boy, so that means I’m usually awkward on land. I sound like seal or something, but it’s true. I’m just more comfortable swimming and being in water in general. Maybe I’m the opposite to Ariel? --- uh can’t believe I just compared myself to a Disney mermaid? --- uh yeah, well what I mean is I have this odd walk, my feet point out like a duck and my back is usually hunched over. Does nothing for my appearance, but I suppose when you have an ability like mine, doesn’t really matter. No one bothers to notice anyway.
I’m fairly tall, 6', not like it matters when I’m hunched over half the time or sitting down in a chair studying. Being Italian, means nothing to my genetics. I’m not tan -- and for someone who spends a majority of their time at the beach, you would think I should be. Nah the sun says no to Matt, ‘I will not tan you and make you anything like your Italian friends!’ We’ve had a couple disagreements, as you can probably imagine."
You're gorgeous though, let me tell you that. So, tell me about you. Your inner side. The personality!
"I guess the point of the matter is there is always going to be a side A and a side B to me. Side A) is the initial ‘upon first glance’ look, one might take on me. They will be confused - unsure of what they see and at first they might think I’m one of those keep to himself characters, which is easy enough to mistake me as. I did spend the duration of my sophomore year, buried under a row of books in the library, as I alienated myself from everyone other than a girl known as Stella Fletcher. But while that is partly true, it’s also a lie. I’m a person who needs people, which yes, I know everyone needs people - but I’m sure I would literally starve without them. Which again is a funny thing, as I - like that person’s first observation - do keep to myself. Maybe you understand why I need to explain myself like this, I’m not that straightforward. I’m the type of guy that would be sitting next to you in mathematics and you wouldn’t even know I was there until I made a quip about the professor. I might get called up for talking and asked to reveal the answer on the spot, which I would surprise you and the professor (maybe not the professor, unless it was someone filling in for my usual teacher), that I knew the answer - down to the last digit. Without rounding. I would smile and maybe if that being the end of the class, disappear. Don’t worry you would most likely see me again. Because that whole situation would be taken completely different for me. That short moment - where you joined in, laughed, smiled - that caused me to think for just a moment that we ‘us’ could be something. I know. It’s scary how soon it happens for me. But I’m always falling so easily in love - I could make a Disney cartoon couple, falling head over heels in love after one day, look like a long thought out commitment. Okay, Thankfully I can tell you, that doesn’t happen that much for me anymore. Not after Bela. But this doesn’t really have anything to do with who I am - this is just side A) the ‘upon first glance’ look remember? Side B) Now that’s me.
Side B) Hmm. To be honest, it’s hard to talk about side B). It’s a side that only my close friends and girlfriends ever see. It holds my fears, my worries, my history - everything you wouldn’t think for a moment I had. Sure you probably expected a little family drama - that left me isolated and socially awkward, but not death and mother’s that make you so invisible, that eventually is exactly what happens to you. I bury that all deep down, wait for days like anniversaries (that I rather pretend never existed) arrive and take a moment to pause and crack open. Let it out for a moment, before I put all the pieces back together again, not always finding every single piece. That’s the part I rarely want people to see. I don’t like my mood affecting others, especially when I’m in such state. That I don’t even know what I’m exactly doing anymore. I think, the most important thing to remember is - I’m fine. I get better. So side B) while is everything important to knowing who I am entirely, isn’t relevant for everyone to know and I’m also glad I’m so hard to read most of the time. So yeah that’s me Matthew Moretti."
You sound nice, really! Where are you from, though? What happened back then, before you were admitted to Segreto Academy for the Gifted?
"My father died. Actually that’s a lot harder to say out loud then I thought it would be. It’s been nearly four years since the incident and still I have trouble saying it out loud. My father and I were close. He home schooled me since I was boy. He was a fisherman and a big part why I like the ocean so much. He was my best friend and one day he got sick and just never got better. I’ve always felt responsible for his death, being as we were out on the boat at the time, when he just fell asleep and didn’t wake up. Apparently it had something to do with his cancer, which I never understood - because he had told me that was gone, that I didn’t need to worry about it anymore. I think it was after that year - the year I went and stood near his grave and couldn’t even hold my mother’s hand or tell her how sorry I was - because I reminded her too much of my father. That I started to hate him. My best friend, My father. I kept up my job, forgot about school, taking longer trips. To Spain, Croatia anywhere, but Italy. Anywhere away from my mother who refused to talk to me - let alone look at me and my sisters who I couldn’t help, but feel a sense of guilt, that it was my fault they no longer had a father. My Italian became foreign, as I took on Serbian and Croatian. Forgot about the Icelandic I had learned when I was thirteen, the year my father saved my life and became my best friend. Buried it all behind me and replaced my Italian bibles, with Croatian ones - just to complete the transformation. But still I couldn’t get my thoughts to shift - they stayed the language I desperately wanted nothing more to do with, a constant reminder of who I use to be. One day I came back, got into a heated argument with my mother, something happened and before I knew it my uncle was inviting me to live with him and taking me away from Italy and to America. I still can’t decide whenever or not I regret that day or not."
Speaking of, tell us all about your ability. It was what got you into this school, after all. What can you do? How did you find out about it?
Invisibility.
"I should probably start by telling you, exactly what happened the day I returned to Italy. It was during winter and not that it had anything to do with the reason I was returning, I just thought it was rather fitting at the time, that I was returning to a season where the past was covered up and forgotten, getting ready for Spring to roll by and bring it back to life. Forgiveness is what I searched for. Ached for. I needed it to move on - maybe then I could go back to Croatia and live that life I always wanted. Start a family. A modest enough life, living on a fisherman’s wage, but still it would be enough to get by. But first I needed to go back and finally get my mother to forgive me, to look at me. But all I remember is words being raised, sister’s crying and doors locking - hands most likely being covered over ears, as I realized she could still not even glance my way. I felt invisible and it didn’t even for a moment surprise me, that was exactly what I became. I locked myself in our church for weeks after wards - before getting word that my uncle was returning and he was going to take me to the states to live with him. The news, that my mother was in fact sending me away, came so much differently off my sister Mia’s lips. She almost made it sound like it was my idea to leave and I would enjoy it. I think she was scared though, I think all of them were scared. I can still remember how surprised she was to find me in the church in the first place, almost like she couldn’t believe I had been allowed to walk through the doors. I just had to keep looking up at that ceiling and praying, I wasn’t a demon - but rather some form of an angel instead. I had always considered myself to be bit naïve anyway. "
three or so years
What about your family? Who are your parents? Do you have any siblings? What's your relationships with them?
"I feel like what I’ve told you about my family isn’t fair on them. I’ve said stuff, that isn’t relevant anymore and I wouldn’t want you to get the wrong impression. Because things have changed, for the better too. My mother and I, have actually reacquainted ourselves with one another. She is getting remarried in the summer and I couldn’t be more happy, that she chose someone, who I’ve known my whole life, someone I would easily consider to be like a second father to me. My pianist. Who despite my dislike for French people, is actually one I can tolerate. My sisters and I have never been closer, I spent the a large proportion of the fall with them. Reconnecting, getting use to the fact my sister was going to have a baby, a baby that I nearly had. I love my family. I couldn’t ask for or wish for any other. I have once again, returned back to my religion and I think it’s made things easier. I even went to the synagogue - for my father - on his birthday, I think he would have liked that. My father. I think - I’ve found away to forgive. I’ve been to his grave stared purposely up at the heavens and asked questions, that I’m almost certain he’ll answer some day. I’ve cried, screamed and laughed. And I think I’m ready to move on."
Community Roleplay Sample:
well you know how Matt rps
Journal Sample:
same deal. something about sin, religion, angst or something annoying.
Your name: Katie
Your age: 18
How did you find us?: Uh.
Contact information: ringointhemoon