'Rags' Silvio Matthews

['Rags' Silvio Matthews]

Name: Silvio Matthews

Age: 18 years

Sex: Male

Occupation: Student

Powers and Descriptions:

None.

Personality:
Rags, because of his amazing self-control, has set limits on everything that he does. Rags has a lot of anger, sure... but he's learned to control it. He can be almost anal to the extent to which he follows his own legislation. Yes, you can get into a fight, he might tell himself, but you have 5 minutes to end it. Otherwise, he might get carried away and regret it later. He gives himself reign to smoke however much he desires, but has a list in his head of what he will allow himself to partake. In activities that aren't exactly law abiding, he has himself a limit as well as how far he would go in any particular situation.

He has a naturally bad streak, which means that negative and illicit activities might pop into his head before anything else, and he would feel a strong urge to follow these whims, but he doesn't want to be that guy. Instead, he feels that his personal rules and regulations will save him in the end.

With others, he tends to chill himself out and relax, being very charming and welcoming to whatever extent he can manage. If they start to piss him off, then he organizes his thoughts and focuses on his breathing. It is very important to Rags that Rags remains calm. He doesn't want to get into a fight if he can help it. He might suppose that he was afraid of himself. It would explain a lot.

Whenever he's with others that he has a strong connection with, he really feels himself opening up and doesn't worry about monitoring himself as much, often finding himself breaking the very rules he spends most of his time otherwise pushing himself to uphold, as he trusts those he's with not to judge him for it. When he's in a mood like this, he is just looking for the next thrill.

He has very strong feelings for Julia Dale, who he came here to find and bring back to the mainland. He came with his little sister Narlicia, who has a power that she uses to disguise his lack for one. He promised that he'll make it up to her if she had helped him with this, and so now he is in her debt.

Peace.

Appearance:
Silvio has shaggy, sandy-brown colored hair to about the shoulder in a choppy style, with amber-brown eyes. His skin tone is slightly tanned, due to his half-spanish heritage. He's moderately tall, standing at about 5'11", with moderately broad shoulders and a toned, not buff, musculature.

Rag's face is broadly shaped, his eyes large but with rings beneath them and a constant look of being either fully vibrant or mostly asleep, with very little in between. His nose is slightly crooked as though it had been broken at some stage. His mouth is wide, with thin lips. Silvio has a 5 o'clock shadow that he only ever tidies up if it begins to turn into a beard, which he tries to avoid. Yeah, sadly, he has a face a lot of people like to hit. He has bruises and scrapes a lot of the time in this area.

He has tattoos that cover a lot of the visible areas of his body, including his hands and even marks made on his cheeks. His arm has a flame tattoo, with space left on his knuckles enough to spell out 'Thug Life', with his right hand having the middle knuckle spaces having the symbols for the 4 suites for playing cards. This would be the hand with 'Thug' written on it. At his lower abdomen there is a tattoo of two guns crossing, spreading below the belt line. Also, there is the tattoo of a marijuana leaf on one side of his neck and a skull and bones on the other side.
Yes. They do look idiotic. And no, they aren't accepting job applications at the moment.

He tends to wear very ragged clothes. It is very rare that he wears something that's tidy and presentable, to the point of being uncomfortable wearing things that aren't torn at least a little. His current outfit seems to be what would have once been a fancy designer suit, but has sense been made to suit his personal style preferences. He has cut thumb holes in the sleeves, pulled and torn at some of the material, burned off a corner of it, and worn away the elbows to replace them with leather he has sewn on himself. He likes the fact that string can be seen hanging from nearly ever corner of the outfit. It makes him feel more comfortable. Although one is just as likely to find him in torn tee and worn-out jeans. Still wonder where he got his nickname?


History:

Silvio grew up with his parents in a nice place, dodgy side of town. His earliest memories would have been his mother singing him old spanish traditional lullabies, and his father bringing him candies. Yes, perhaps he grew up slightly spoiled, and he was his mother's whole world, and a huge half-portion of his father's. Eventually he even got a little sister when he was still young. He went to school at the age of 5 and was introduced to the children of his father's colleagues.

Little rags quickly became very popular with his new group of friends, making fun of the other kids and always having the coolest stuff before any other kids. He didn't ask where his father got all his money for a long time. He became something of a schoolyard bully as a kid, naturally afraid of his flimsy position of power, and he wanted to make sure he was on top. Him and his group had fun trying to be what they considered 'cool', doing petty robberies and showing off.

He only found out what his father actually did for a living when he was around 7. His father had previously always brushed the question off, saying to his son that it wasn't important, just that it put bread on the table. Papa Rags sat the kid down and told him about the business, and said that someday, he hoped that Silvio might consider taking his place, and following in his father's footsteps. Rags didn't know what to think about that really, but he figured it would be kind of nice to actually grow closer to his father, who he rarely saw at home. He would jump at any opportunity to prove himself to the man.

It was shortly after this that he found a bit of a weed stash that his father had kept off to the side, and started introducing substances to his friends, bragging and daring them into trying it out. Soon, the whole group of them would be chilling out in Rag's room. When he was 10, he showed off his father's guns to his friends. When he got home that night his father had to have a word to him about how dangerous it was to carry them without knowing how to use them properly. How people could get seriously hurt.

The experience obviously got Papa Rags thinking, and for Rags' 11th birthday, they went camping and he was actually taught how to fire a gun properly. He managed, with a bit of Papa's assistance, to bring down a few good birds. Rags continues to hold this memory of himself and his father close to his heart.

Whenever he was around 12, himself and a girl in their group started hanging out together a lot more frequently. Rags couldn't really help but let the girl over and offer her some things to calm down. She honestly seemed to be in a bit of a wreck most of the time otherwise. Whenever she slept, she would always murmur things nervously, eyebrows furrowed as though she was in pain. Despite Rags always trying to act so on top of everything, he felt himself connect with her and push a lot of his other social responsibilities aside.

She told Rags about what was going on in her life whenever they got high together, and more and more he just wanted to be the shoulder she'd lean on. She only ever seemed able to talk about it though whenever she was taking something. Rags thought that she was just really tied up in knots, so offered her as much as he could within reason. After a few rounds of Heroin though, Rags actually couldn't go down that road anymore. He felt the pull to it in him, and he didn't want to go any further into it. It seemed though that it was a step over the edge for Ace though.

Rags refused to get her any more, but he knew that that wouldn't change anything. She still came over to crash at his, and he was in no position to say anything to her, at least, he didn't see how he could. He just held her close, checking to make sure she was still alive.

Then, one day, Papa Rags came home to tell his son that his girl was in hospital from an overdose. Rags went to her bedside immediately, bringing her flowers. It looked like she was still alive. He had heard that she had luck. As Papa Rags ushered Rags out of the hospital room, Will, another member of the gang, came out to talk to his father. Rags overheard the conversation as he got into their car. Will was begging Rags' father for help. Someone had to look after her, he said, because if this keeps going, she's gone.

Of course, Rags understood that. What he didn't understand was how his father would be the one that Will called on. Of course, they were good friends, he was aware. But... Just like that then, Papa Rags left.

Silvio's father was gone for 2 years. His mother was often out socializing and buying things, his little sister positively ecstatic that Rags was coming out of his room where he had seemed to be a recluse for the past year.

At school, Rags started to get more and more frustrated with two things he loved having left. The rest of the group didn't seem to respect him so much because of him having spent so much time with her as opposed to them. It would seem that Rags had to lay down some new ground rules, and he was gonna make sure he enjoyed the process.

Now in high school, Rags would beat the crap out of anyone and anything just to instill fear. He lost his title of being on top. That would have to change. Whenever anyone mentioned anything he didn't like, Rags would just lose it, anger building within him to a terrifying extent.

He saw a lot more of Will, who seemed pretty depressed about what all had gone on, like the forlorn father that he had turned out to be. He seemed to take Rags under his wing for a while, but Rags often rebelled against the man, who he saw as too passive, who had just let everything happen. Rags wasn't really talking only to WIll though. He should have said that they were both too passive about what had happened. It would have been more accurate.

And so, he continued to take his frustration out on everything he could get his hands on. He felt that it had been because of him that these things have happened. If he hadn't have started Ace on the stuff, then his father wouldn't have had to leave. He hated coming home and seeing his sister like she was, dolled to the nines but wondering where her father was, and why he wasn't going to be to her performances, or whenever she got her power, that her father couldn't watch her more elementary tricks with lightning.

He spent most of his time outside of the house, just because seeing his mother and sister made him feel as though they were blaming him.

One day when Rags was about 15, Will took him on one of their raids, with the gang. Rags followed the plan, remembering his father's words about following in his footsteps. He wanted to have a story to tell when he got back. Once the place was just about cleared and it looked like they had won the raid, Rags was taken across to a guy that had been taken prisoner. This was his training. The man had told them all they wanted to hear. Rags had to show them he could do it.

Rags thought about how proud his father would be when he pulled the trigger.

Papa Rags came back after 2 years altogether, roughly. Ace didn't come back with him. Whenever Rags saw him walk through the front door though, he could hardly believe it. He lashed out at him, angry that he chose the wishes of a friend over that of his family, despite him knowing very well that it was his own girlfriend that had been saved as a result. Rags, instead of proudly stating his victories in the battle field, pointed the gun at his father, telling him that he had learned it now, that he wasn't going to let him treat the family like shit any more. Papa Rags pulled one back on him, and told his son to back down. Of course Rags wasn't actually planning on shooting anyway, but his father scared the shit out of him.

Of course, the exercise just made his sister and mother cry. Papa Rags told him to control his temper, or he'd be sent away.

He was sent away 2 weeks later, to an anger management group.

It took a long time for him to get full control of himself, but he managed with time. It was an uphill battle, but honestly, he understood that he needed it after a while. People wanted to be ruled by fairness, not violence. Besides, his possé from his school days had all split. They had better things to do elsewhere, and Rags wished them luck.

He decided what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to start a new gang, elsewhere, lead them, follow in his father's footsteps right. It had always been the plan really, hadn't it. But to do such a task, he would need those with motives, those with contacts, those with brains. Powers.

Papa Rags told him where Ace had gone. Following Claudia. Well, the tracks led to a campus in bermuda for gifted folk. He supposed he had to just pretend enough to be gifted, right? I mean, how hard could it be, with his little sister around and all.



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