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Character name; Mattermore Muzikant Seraphim
Roleplayers name; Yetinsane
First choice rank; Surgeon
Second choice rank; Surgeon Apprentice
//this guy will be joining shortly! + he was a medic in his last group so why not?
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TAGS | Mattermore had remained mostly quiet for the duration of being carried into the Cartel’s territory. He had never seen a lady so big and powerful before and he wasn’t ready for a fight EVER. He’d never been anywhere except Darkclan and Colouredlcan before in his life, but Daddy had told him the Cartel was full of nasty people and he believed eeverything his father told him 100%.
But Mattermore would be polite about that. He wasn’t here to inform them that people said bad things about them, because they probably knew that. He was here because he had been dragged here by a psycho. A psycho with the biggest teeth he’d ever seen but a psycho who’d saved his life (in a way). He would have died out in the wilderness on his own. It was no secret he couldn’t hunt for himself or do much anything for himself, really. But that was not because he was young or untrained, it was because of who he was and his hindering heart condition.
”I think I’m too old for this, ma’am,” Matt’s voice was level and his words were spoken like they were a fact despite that he was shaking in his skin. He hadn’t been carried by his scruff in months and that had been only by his mother.
But just as soon as he’d complained, he was dropped. Mattermore fell against the ground with a thump and squeaked in discomfort. It took a few long moments before the little boy could recover and the spotted Savannah cat pushed himself shakily to his paws, muttered under his breath, and staring upward at Cleo as he stood his ground before her.
The coldness he was regarded with didn’t make him feel nice but, despite his odds, he smiled at Cleo and blinked his intelligent, green doe-eyes. ”I didn’t come here for any reason. I-I’m lost and I don’t know where my family is. I need help…” he added the last sentence as if he were just realizing it and he placed a fluffy paw (the only forepaw he had that was normal these days and not a prosthetic replacement) to his own chest.
”I’m Mattermore Muzikant Seraphim. Please be nice?” he introduced himself formally and offered his only request.
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TAGS | Hey, finally got this guy officially here! If anyone would like a thread with him (it probably an open thread tbh bc I do best with those) pls say so!
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TAGS | The boy green eyes widened with suspicion and surprise. ”You know Daddy? You know Yuri…” he spoke matter-of-fact but he trailed off as he blew air from his nose,”I think you should stay away from my family, please.” It was clear he was protective of his family, almost to a fault.
His heart hurt. It felt like it was running wild in his chest and when the smilodon gestured with her paw to the fountain, he cautiously approached it and stared down at his own reflection, blinking but not drinking. They had a doctor so that was good. He got along with doctors, those kinds of people understood his condition and he liked to help those who were hurt, permanently like himself and just temporarily, too. He slowly took a small drink from the fountain, listening.
When the lady spoke, he thought he liked her voice. He liked her voice a lot. So, he lifted his head to smile back at her. ”Okay, Cleo. Thank you. You took me here for a reason, right? Well maybe not but,” he doubted he had any worth but he kept speaking,”I’ll stay by you and help.” She had offered to look after him and he wasn’t gonna forget it.
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TAGS | Mattermore wasn’t sure about these people. They seemed to live dangerously and he didn’t think he was up for that. Still, despite his constant attempt to be mature and polite and in the right, his child-like curiosity got the better of him and he padded over at Azo’s call. ”I can try,” he muttered to the group.
His doe-like eyes went to Bittersweet and her injured body and his mouth dropped in horror and concern. He almost wanted to reach her side and ask the ma’am if she were okay. She didn’t look okay. She looked like she needed help. With her cart and her beast leading it, it seemed she was selling weapons and the spotted Savannah shook his head slightly to show he wasn’t interested.
There were two others here who seemed like they would be participating, so the boy stepped over beside them, his fluffy pelt fluffing up like a dandelion that could be blow away in the wind. Then, he waited in nervous anticipation.
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TAGS | ”Hello, you like to read?” the question was asked with a hopeful lilt and a pale and spotted Savannah feline cautiously padded up to watch Lucky and his stolen book. The boy shook slightly which gave away his fear and he looked weak, sickly even.
He noticed Smokebomb speak to the Underboss and Matt stepped back, unsure. The book didn’t smell like the Cartel but Mattermore was hardly aware of other groups’ smells, save that of Colouredclan and Darkclan. He was praying that Lucky liked books as much as he did, and because of that shared interest, he could find a friend. Little did the pure boy know, Lucky had stolen that book as part of the Gang Wars. If he’d known that as a fact, Matter wouldn’t be too happy with sharing company with a book thief.
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Track bc Matt is active again!
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Mattermore/Miu's REFS:
by Yetinsane (me)
coloured by thelittledipster
by Desgusting
by scar.
by Yetinsane (me)
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TAGS | Meet. Her. Kids? Mattermore’s eyes had widened and he shook his head too late. She’d called for two of them, named Caesarion and Avion. He liked the idea of friends but he often didn’t get along with other children. His own littermates had always been bummed out by his inability to play like the rest of them and other kids bite him and were rough. ”You really have kids?” he asked some-what nervously and half-surprised.
Mattermore simply stared as the two brother and sister golden retrievers appeared at Cleo’s call. The first had seemed nice enough but the sister literally SCOFFED at him. The boy could just hardly hide his innocent surprise. What was that for? Was it because he looked weak? Matt was beginning to think Avion was very rude.
”H-hello, I’m Mattermore. You’re mama has taken me in for now. That makes us…something, right?” the Savannah kiddie tried to be polite as he spoke. He didn’t want to say that made them siblings because he had perfectly fine siblings back in Coluredclan or wherever they had gone off to. He was also increasingly aware of how much stronger these canines looked and how much bigger they were to his frail body. They could crush him like a bug. He coulnd;t scoff at anyone in return, he HAD to play nice.
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TAGS | Mattermore outwardly winced at the curses and anger that fell from Godfather Sollux’s lips. The little sickly Savnnah came over in fear of being punished for not paying attention. Plus, he’d been brought her by Cleo and he’d promised to help out in some way if the Cartel was really willing to protect and provide for him (though he wasn’t sure how long they’d continue to let him sit around on his ass and be his usual sickly self while they cared for him until they would start asking for more work outta him).
Blizzardclan was to be destroyed. Sollux had decreed it. Matter nodded his head blankly. He had seen his father, Yuri Muzikant, this mad about the Blackheart Rouges once. The BHR had once gotten into a war with his former home of Colouredclan. Matt was somewhat familiar with the ideas and efforts that came with battle, bloodshed, and war. He was technically a soldier but a flawed one due only to his hindering heart condition. However, while he did choose to fight in some raids, he also had chosen to heal those who’d been injured. He was far too frail to take on too many enemies and he was afraid of death. Healing had been his calling—with just a little fight on the side.
The rest of the information the boy was less familiar with, being new to the Cartel. The fight arena, who all the associates were, and all of it would need a little time to sink in the young boy’s mind. So the feline would shake some of his bangs out of his eyes so he could see more clearly and mutter a formal and polite,”Yes, Godfather. Crystal clear.” It didn’t matter if everything wasn’t REALLY crystal clear, it just mattered if he said it. He wouldn’t need to reveal he was weak and needed his hand held.
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TAGS | A Savannah child approached after Sollux, intelligent eyes hopeful as he gazed to Crimsonsongs. He’d never seen someone so cold or some who had control over ice. He felt that she could freeze his very heart if she wanted.
Mattermore was trying to be useful by going out to the border and meeting the people he saw there. He usually didn’t get out much due to his inabilities but he was trying and his attempts were honest ones. ”Hi there, ma’am,” Matt called to the demon kitsune with a sweet, level voice,”I don’t know if that’s okay but welcome anyway. I’m Mattermore Muzikant Seraphim. Can I help you with anything else?” He didn’t know the Cartel’s stance with the Rift. He did know that the Rift was a friend of his old home. He liked that so he smiled to Crimsonsongs sweetly. However, the boy glanced back to Godfather Sollux like it was his decision to make on this dual-allaince.
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TAGS | Mattermore wasn’t curious. He didn’t want to get involved with things that would bring him in over his head or stick his nose anywhere he shouldn’t. However, the kid still brought himself over to meet the Thunderlands leader. It would be rude not to by the way he saw it.
The Savannah cat blew air through his nose to send a tuft of hair away from hanging in his face. He took a modest seat next to Godfather Sollux, looking soo incredibly small and frail next to the viscous tighound. ”Hello, sir,” the boy offered to Deutschland,”I hope you have nice things to say to the Godfather.” He was cordial and hopeful but he knew political situations were often tense. So he was here to pray that he lightened things up even just a little.
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Track until I post around more and meet all the wonderful characters here!
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TAGS | Mattermore frowned. He didn’t love tests or quizzes but he was always happy to supply what he did know. ”I don’t know anything about assassination, ma’am. I can fight though, just a little ,” he said softly in reply with a sweet smile. He didn’t let the concerning mention of assassination get him down, instead, he let himself be intrigued by it.
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TAGS | Mattermore DID NOT like going out of the groups’s borders. He didn’t even especially love going to visit the borders themselves. However, he was trying to find more friends here and he was new and, so far, nobody had really picked on him yet. He was weak because he had a condition but that was okay and he hoped the Cartel thought so too. He wished to visit his old home in Colouredclan and see if his family was there. His real family. For now, he had been adopted into the Cartel by Cleo and he wanted to repay that kindness with his most honest efforts to aid the organization.
He didn’t know Hayliel. He hadn’t quite met her yet. Still, the kid could see she was upset and he wanted to see if he could help her. A frail and pale Savannah cat approached Hayliel and he spoke up as he neared her,”Hi there, ma’am. Would you like a slice of pie? I made it by myself…” He was into cooking but baking was okay, too. He had been practicing since he was 5 months old. He carried a pink satchel and produced a slice of lemon icebox pie wrapped in aluminum foil to offer to dark pink feline-kitsune hybrid. The boy’s eyes were gentle and hopeful that she’d accept his random gift.
”I’m Mattermore Muzikant Seraphim by the way. I’m new here,” he explained in a level tone of voice.
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TAGS | He didn’t like the idea of people crowding around him, not particularly. That would mean everyone’s eyes would be on him and while part of him loved the idea of that, the other part feared he’d only be embarrassed by the whole ordeal. He supposed he could handle that. He’d been laughed and scoffed at many times before for being pint-sized with a big mouth.
”Hey, cartellians. Or is it thugs around here? I want to meet all of you properly,” Matt declared in his level, almost robotic-tone of sweetness. He barely had to think about how to present himself for he always chose to do so as formally as possible. ”My name is Mattermore Muzikant Seraphim. I used to be called just Miu but after the Colouredclan leader, Greymatter, was murdered, I named myself Matterpaw in her honor. I used to live in Colouredclan, but I’ve gotten lost and the Capo, miss Cleo, found me so that’s why I’m here. I’m thankful for the hospitality so I want to help anyway I can.”
Hopefully, somebody would care to listen to him. He wanted to meet the other people who lived here and know their names and what they were like and why there were that way.
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maybe Mattermore can friendly spar/train with Anthony?
Matt will probably accidentally just push himself too hard and pass out due to his weak heart and a plot can stem from there…? Perhaps they could form a friendship later on, though Matt is a really overbearing and clingy friend to have.
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TAGS | ”Mattermore,” the little boy emphasized almost in a light-hearted whine,”I didn’t go through all that training for nothing. I gave myself that name. Pretty good, right?” He needed a name with meaning. It was a touchy-feely name but he was a touchy-feeling person who thought love could conquer all and legends and storybooks were true because there was no sense in saying something was lie just because you didn’t understand it.
The sickly child smiled to the small tiger (but still so large in comparison) and his doe-like green eyes met the oceanic ones of the other. It took Matt a few moments to look away before he registered the white bengal tiger’s much more muscular appearance. He hadn't met many other thugs but those he had seen filled him with fear and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to fit in with creatures who made his heart beat so fast that he felt as if it run away from him. This boy couldn't be much older than he and he was nice. ”Can I call you Emy? Or am I moving too fast?” Matt’s voice was level but it was as playful as it could ever be,”I-I don’t like to be sad. It doesn’t help anyone.” It would be a lie to say that he was never sad himself. That’s why he tried to be optimistic for everybody else.
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Cleo had taken him in. He didn't consider her a mentor because he wasn't even 100% sure what exactly she did but he had an idea and...that would never be for him. She wasn't like a mother to him either but she was a special for saving him from the harsh wilderness. He watched with gentle doe-eyes as Hayliel accepted the slice of pie. He said nothing and stared blankly as she told him all her names. She had even more then he did! That must mean she had a lot of family, he decided, that had to be nice. "Hi, Emerson," the boy greeted automatically as soon as he saw the tiger and he nodded politely.
His eyes floated back to Hayliel. Underboss Lucky was her dad. Matt turned away as he looked about as if he were planning to make a get away. The Underboss was a intimidating guy. Would it be okay if he saw him near his daughter? ...yeah. Probably, a sickly kid probably looked like at ant to him. Matt was no threat. "Okay, I'll try to remember that. Underboss Lucky does seem like a scary guy though," the spotted boy muttered half-convinced,"I mean, like, I've never even spoken to him directly. Oh, the pie. It's lemon icebox. Cream based with egg and graham cracker crust. You're not allergic, right?
He tried to distract himself by mentioning the pie again. Thinking about the scary Underboss he'd seen only from a distance almost made him shiver and he felt that if he shivered or showed weakness, they'd eat him alive.
