Canada

[CANADA]

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★THE DOMINION OF CANADA★

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BASIC INFORMATION★★★

HUMAN NAME:

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Matthew - Son of God.
Williams - Protector.

ALIAS
Mattie, Mathieu, Matt e.c.t.
APPARENT AGE:[/font] 12.
GENDER:[/font] Male.
RANKING:[/font] Colony; rapidly expanding into a country.

The best chibi Canada picture I could find: Link.

In terms of physical appearance it's hard to say that Matthew is particularly eye catching. He stands at the average height of someone his age and is maybe just the tiniest bit over weight (all those pancakes gotta go somewhere), with a very rounded, heart shaped face and big lilac eyes that are perhaps the only thing differentiating him from his brother - While Alfreds are playful and determined, his are soft and placid, very rarely exposing his emotions.

Hair plays a surprisingly big factor in Matt's life - the unruly mop that sits on his head is near untameable, and try as he might, he can never flatten down that one curly strand which protrudes from his temple. And trust me, he's tried... and failed...many, many times. Alas, it seems that Matt has given up at attempting to sort out his honey brown locks, not even in the mornings will he bother brushing his hair, 'cause five minutes later it will nearly always revert back to being a floofy shamble.

As a general rule of thumb, Matt prefers to dress casual in cloths, nothing like the frills and tunics France forced him into. Instead, he opts for light and brightly colored garments that let him run around freely - another reason that he didn't particularly enjoy his aforementioned carers taste in fashion: they were tight, stuffy and made him look like a girl...

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PERSONALITY★★★

Oh, where do we begin?

Matthew is an unquestionably quiet, polite and shy young boy, holding many of the traits his 'parents' involuntarily exposed him to while also retaining some of the frivolity that has been brushed off from his brother. However, the demure aura that he emits is by no means a definite way of describing him, for at his core he is a determined and powerful colony who could really achieve a lot if he put his mind to it. Unfortunately, when he does try to present himself in an assertive manner, he's more often then not predominated by his siblings much more noticeable temperament. Over time this has lead to him simply giving up trying to crawl out of his brothers shadow; it's obvious that Matthew simply doesn't posses the will power to appear confident in front of others, not even his own family. He'd much rather put up with a person, lest he get into fight and lose them forever. Even so, we all have our limits, and Matthew is certainly no exception. In the event that his brother is being obnoxious to the point of him having a seizure, then yes. He might just snap a little, even if the eventual consequence of that is simply him shouting for a while (he would never lash out physically, not unless they were asking for it... or sports was involved).

For the most part though it is agreed that Matthew is indeed overlooked in favor of Alfred, and as is to be expected, this can wear on his nerves. It's not the whole 'overshadowed' thing that makes him angry, it's when people mix him and his brother up does it start to tick him off. Upon correcting them though, he very rarely berates them with his troubles, instead ranting either to his aforementioned brother or Kumajiro afterwards (of course, it's not like either of them say anything helpful, he just talks to them as an outlet for his stress). Thankfully, Matthew has managed to adjust himself to being invisible, and while he doesn't accept it, he sure as hell puts up with it. After all, what else can he do but be patient and wait for his allotted speaking time? The only downside of this rather... insecure take on things is that when he is approached, he's so inexperienced at communicating effectively that he can't help but stutter out his sentences and attempt to remove himself from the conversation... it's a vicious cycle, really.

Veritable shyness aside, it's Canada's undying allegiance to his allies which really makes him famous. Those who befriend him can be sure that they have someone to rely on - if something is wrong than Matt won't hesitate to trip over his own feet in order to calm the situation down. Because of this, Matt is generally well liked throughout the worlds leading countries - the fact he's nothing like his brother only further strengthening his bonds between those who do manage to remember him.

Nonetheless, if all this were to be stripped away, we'd still be left with the same person.
Matthew Williams. As humble and as curious since the day he was born. Of course, it must be kept in mind that his 'birth' was a very long time ago, so it's inevitable that a lot of his personality has changed over the years. But how could it not? This is history we're talking about, lack of difference can only result in lack of development and growth, all of which is something a colony needs to succeed.
Matt, however, has achieved prosperity with flying colors. Yes, there has been turbulence over the years, but it's all payed off into a diverse and and vibrant ecosystem which constantly contributes what it can to the wider world.

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TIME LINE★★★

• BC - Canada's 'first ever' settlers migrate from what would later become Asia.
  
  
• 1000 AD - Vikings arrive and settle in the unnamed Canada.
  
  
• 1001 AD - Norse explorer Lief Ericsson traverses the coast of Labrador and Newfoundland.
  
  
• 1450 - The first European explorers arrive, alas most die in the process.
  
  
• 1492 - Christopher Columbus arrives in America.
  
  
• 1497 - King Henry VII of England grants John Cabot the right to 'seek islands and countries of the heathen towards the west, east, and north' sailing under the English flag. He decrees that settlement might be a possibility in the South East.
  
  
• 1498 - Cabot makes a second trip out but is lost at sea. Numerous other expeditions are made, but nothing much happens till 1534.
  
  
• 1534 - France sends an expedition out to Atlantic Canada under the command of Jacques Cartier. Once arrived, he plants the French Flag and declares the soil to be his nations own.
  
  
• 1535 - Cartier continues to explore eastern Canada.
  It's around this time that the 'conciseness' of the country is born and blessed with the name 'Kanata' by the native people. He is still young and vulnerable and spends most of his days idling around his vast expanses of land.
  
  
• 1583 - Humphrey Gilbert explores the coast of Newfoundland while French explorers Bellenger and La Roche land on Cape Breton.
  
  
• 1600 - Gilbert and Cartier both claim Canadian soil - this sparks turmoil between the two over ownership of the tiny country, who is somewhere between the ages of two or three.
  
  
• 1604 - French settlements are finally placed in New France. The new territory quickly attracts France himself, who dose not hesitate to claim Canada as French property. At first hesitant, Canada decides it best to except the newcomer and willingly learns the language and customs of his carer. With the exploration of his country underway, Acadia is soon formed.
  
  
• 1605 - Port Royal in Novia Scotia is established by the French under Samuel de Champlain. This would later become Acadia's major town.
  With the sudden colonization, Matt is starting to grow at an extremely rapid pace, and is willingly excepting the settlers that are coming into his country.
  
  
• 1606 - French colonization expands tremendously, with the arrival of Jean de Biencourt and Sieur de Poutrincours adding to the mix. The first agricultural colony of the North American coast is formed.
  Also, the first theatrical production in Canada is aired (much to his delight).
  
  
• 1608 - Samuel de Champlain sails up the St. Lawrence.
  
  
• 1608 - Champlain explores further, rowing up the Ottawa River to Lake Champlain, where he attacks the Iroquois (the natives), who later become enemies of the French.
  Much to Matts relief, it was around this time that Lippershey invents glasses.
  
  
• 1622 - Explorers from Scotland come in search of new land, but fail to make any real colonization.
  Canada is now somewhere between the ages of six or seven and is still clinging to France for support.
  
  
• 1632 – 1653 - Ownership of Canada is tossed back and forth between France and England, depending on economic times for each country. Matthew is very confused during this time, often separated rudely from France, only to be taken back not long after. It gives him great insight, even at a young age, to how the two older nations act around one another (which isn't very well).
  
  
• 1654 - With a certain Englishman now in control, French colonization effectively ceases between 1654 and 1670. Canada mourns for France, but understands the situation at hand and continues to provide England with what he asks for, even if he's not happy about it.
  
  
• 1670 - The Hudson Bay company is established, soon turning into a British settlement. Matthew is uncertain about this, but continues to provide England with furs, fish, and other precious minerals to keep him happy – He is saddened, however, at the preoccupation that England holds for his twin to the South.
  
  
• 1741 - The current year - Canada is now around the age of 12 years old and (begrudgingly) stays with England in his house. By now, he is fluent in both English and French, speaking only in his native tongue when around his brother.
  The Acadians outside of Nova Scotia have been forced to sign a treaty officially declaring them citizens of the British empire. Furious, Canada will only agree so as long as his own personal conditions are met: They will sign so long as England agrees to an oath, stating that in the case of wartime they will not be forced to fight the French OR the First People of Canada. England agrees, albeit rather reluctantly.
  In present time Canada still finds himself slipping away into the wilderness; spending his days doing nothing but fishing, playing and (oddly enough) befriending polar bears...
  
  

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OUT OF CHARACTER★★★

ALIAS:

[/font] Ghost.
TIME ZONE:[/font] UK time babeh.
CONTACT:[/font] PM me for my email.
RP SAMPLE:[/font]

It was cold that night, and the moment Matthew's bare feet touched the coolness of his bedroom floorboards he instantly regretted what he was doing.
However, even with all the nervousness that was pumping through his veins, the child did not hesitate once, and the second he was out of his bed he pulled down with him what appeared to be a life sized toy polar bear cub. Although, anyone who believed it to simply be a toy would surely be in for a surprise, as the animal was very much alive, and as if to prove this point it growled and pawed restlessly at it's owners face, annoyed at having been woken up at such a ludicrous hour.
"Sssh, settle down. You'll wake everyone up", the child hissed in broken French, lilac eyes flashing in the moonlight that seeped in under his curtains. After a brief bout of struggling though, the cub at last seemed to get the point, and was soon dozing softly in Matt's arms, too exhausted to question the motives of the young boy or ask who he even was in the first place. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Matt effortlessly hoisted the animal further up into his grip and padded silently towards his bedroom door.

The hallway was even worse than the confines of his room. It swept out before him like the throat of some hideous monster - the kind that lived in the stories Monsieur Bonnefoy told him - and he feared that if he was to even take one more step he'd get swallowed up by it, never to be seen again.
Gulping, he squeezed his eyes shut before snapping them open, shuffling boldly out into the darkness, looking a lot more intrepid than he felt.

Portraits and mirrors donned the walls of Monsieur Bonnefoy's house - one of many houses, in fact, that he had dotted across the land. Matthew was pretty sure that he had been to most, if not all, of theses houses, and their was little doubt left in his mind that his carer did indeed have exquisite tastes, not only in decoration, but with everything from the food he ate to the cloths he wore. Maybe, had he been older, he would have been a little repelled by the over-the-top frills and bows he was constantly forced into wearing, but he really didn't mind, for Matt was at an age where concerns were few and the focus was simply on being a five year old. Young and free.
Of course, had he no worries at all he wouldn't have been in his current situation, but he still struggled to comprehend the seriousness of his attempts at running away. All he knew was that, while Monsieur Bonnefoy looked after him very well, he still felt that he didn't belong. He needed his home, the real one, not the one that tempted him to stay with gifts and luxury. The place he longed to be was with the original People, those who had given him 'life' and had raised him before the first colonists had arrived. Yes, that's where he belonged, not here...

Stopping suddenly, Matt assessed his surroundings carefully and came to the firm conclusion that he was hopelessly lost, the alien quality of his home at night time only further adding to his confusion.
He was in a part of the house he'd never been in before - most of his day was not spent exploring, but rather being fussed upon by all manner of visitors who all too frequently came to do business with Monsieur Bonnefoy, speaking about topics that he couldn't even begin to understand. They would bless him with gifts, and treats and toys and all sorts of things, and he would smile politely, nod along with their conversation, laugh at their jokes... feign interest in their lives in general, basically.
Mewing pitifully, Matt pressed the sleeping bundle of fur even closer into his chest and proceeded to slowly march forwards, determination alone wiping away the hot tears that were swelling up behind his eyes. This was his third attempt at running away this month, and last weeks venture had been the closest he'd ever actually gotten to escaping. After having managed to locate the front door though he'd taken one look outside, realized he couldn't do it, and had ran crying back to the safety of his bed, much to Monsieur Bonnefoy's confusion.
But tonight was going to be different. He would find the front door to this impossibly large house, he would slip out into the night and then he would go find the Iroquous... To him, this plan seemed simple, as his mind was still wrapped in the innocence and naivety that came with childhood, and he spared not a single thought to what dangers might befall him in the wilderness. The only thing that was holding him back was the thought of getting into trouble with his new found big brother, or, even worse, getting attacked by the monsters he knew were hiding in the dark. Whimpering, Matt picked up his pace and hurried along the seemingly endless corridor, ignoring the feeling of eyes on his back and the imaginary demons that were chasing after him.

A few more minutes passed and eventually the corridor widened out. Here, the doors were much more ornate then the ones he had previously passed, their dark frames and looming structures not helping to comfort Matt's frazzled nerves. Briefly, he considered the idea of turning back, but he pushed it off and continued to let his frozen feet blindly lead him forwards, even though he knew he was now in a place where he shouldn't be. Shivering, Matt noted that the walls were closing in again, and it wasn't long until he found himself at a place where he really didn't want to be. A dead end. Honestly, he would have burst into tears right there and then if his mixed emotions hadn't stunned him into silence. 'Cause he was cold and tired and hungry and so confused and he didn't want to run away, he really didn't and he was so guilty now, he just... wanted to go home.
Lower lip trembling, he pressed his face into the warm fur he was carrying, wanting nothing more than to just know what to do...

Crouching down, he pushed himself into a tiny ball in the furthest corner of the aforementioned dead end, pulling his knees up and cocooning the sleeping polar bear in his arms. He was going to get into so much trouble now... and he knew full well why he would.
A few months ago, a good friend of Monsieur Bonnefoy, an adventurer by the name of Samuel de Champlain (who was supposedly very famous, although Matt failed to see why), had been saying that the Iroquois were not friends of New France, and that upon first contact with them they had been attacked, with many of his men being killed in the process. If his big brother was to find out that Matt wanted to escape back the people who had supposedly killed innocent men... what would he think of him then?
Now, while politics flew over Matt's head (at least for now, anyway) he knew that their was a fragile line growing between the native people of this land and the colonists who were slowly pouring into it, and very soon he was going to have to choose sides whether he wanted to or not.

Sniffing, Matt rubbed at his eyes with the sleeve of his night gown, staining the white cotton and leaving big, red marks across his cheeks. He didn't cry properly, but he did allow a few solitary tears to stream down his face before he settled down, holding back the anguish even though he'd done nothing wrong.
Feeling the cub in his arms stir, he relaxed his grip and watched as the animal let out a massive yawn, beady black eyes uninterested and indifferent to what was going on. Even so, Matt found the sudden company extremely soothing.
"What am I going to do, Kumajiro?" he whined soflty, fingers gently stroking the aniamls fur.
"Who are you?" was the polar bears reply.


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