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Name: Matteo DiAngelo

Age: 16

Gender: Male

Appearance: Matteo stands at about 5'8" with a slim but fit physique from his sports playing and such. He has seafoam green eyes and blonde hair that he keeps messily swept to the side. His eyes are bright and have a sort of spark behind them that's hard to place. His hands, arms, and legs have scattered small scars across them from scraps and adventure. He has a small scar vertically on the right side of his bottom lip, reaching about halfway down his chin. Matteo doesn't care the most about fashion, perhaps since he never had the money to indulge in it, so he most often wears a blue zip up hoodie (zipped about halfway up) with a pair of black jeans and electric blue Converse. 

Backstory: Matteo's parents, his father Arnaldo and mother Sofia. They met in Rome, since his mother was taking a trip from Florence to see family there. They said it was love at first sight, and they eventually married and moved to America to start a new life together. It was here that Matteo was born. Matteo's childhood was pretty average at first, even enjoyable. His parents would take him to get ice cream and watch movies and all sorts of great kids stuff. It wasn't until he got older that tension grew.

Things would get heated between his mother and father, to the point of yelling matches that finished with his father slapping his mother and saying something like [i]"Ricordate che il vostro posto, cagna"[/i]. Not fun things for Matteo to grow around. Because of this, his mother grew more distant from them, the once loving happy woman recoiling, and his father becoming worse. Things didn't reach their apex until about a year later, when Matteo was 7. His mother got ill, and though he never got all of the information, he understood how dire it was. He wanted, no, [i]needed[/i] to help her. If only there was something he could have actually done. He begged doctors help, he tried to get money to help her, but treatments were tough and they lost a lot of income and eventually his mother flat lined. Matteo never got over this, and now impoverished, angry, alone, and broken, neither could Arnaldo. He fell harder into drinking and any abuse towards Sofia was now deflected to Matteo. The yelling, the occasional hit, and the neglect.

Despite this, there was something that kept him going. He loved comics and cartoons. Whenever his dad was gone he would watch cartoons on the TV, especially the super hero ones, and he would scrounge change wherever he could and save up for issues of comics. He hid them under his mattress where his dad wouldn't find them. This idolization of heroes became the basis for his morals, for the most part. Sure, he wasn't perfect and liked to screw around, and even fight, but hey, they fought too, and he was mostly good. These morals, and his naive attitude were all eventually truly realized at age 9. He was walking to the store to buy himself a comic when he saw something, a chance for him. A hooded man ran past a woman and in his haste, grabbed her purse and hoofed it out of there. He continued down the sidewalk, but Matteo knew those streets. He took off down the alley as fast as his 9 year old legs would take him, he couldn't save everyone but this was his chance to try and save someone. He burst out onto the sidewalk just as the snatcher passed the entrance, allowing the kid to throw all of his weight into him. It didn't even trip him, he just kicked Matteo off of him and faced him.

"Tough guy? Might as well make sure you learn your lesson now!" He brandished a knife and stepped forwards. As he went to slash, Matteo felt something surge from inside of him. He something in a flash, and suddenly the mans hand flew back, sending the knife flying as though his hand had been punched. Matteo stepped forwards and the man himself blew back a few feet and fell on his ass, as though he was hit by a huge gust of wind. He scrambled to his feet and took off, leaving the purse. Matteo stood proud but soon felt feeble and fell forwards next to the purse he had fought for. When he came to, he was in the hospital. He was sick, horribly so and didn't know what to make of himself. It was here he met his best friend in the making, Malcolm. They were able to bond over the shared experiences of their stands awakening, oooing and aaaing at the others whenever they could manage the strength to summon them. They also bonded over their similar interests, such as comics and music, and their personalities just meshed. No one ever visited Matteo in that hospital, but making a friend like Malcolm made him forget that.

After they got out, they found they had become each others closest companion in a strange way. They were constantly running around playing, or playing inside on their video game consoles, or even just talking. Malcolm's home became a getaway from his father and he ended up staying there more than he did with his father, not that dear old papà cared. They ended up making into the same Middle School and learning and developing their stand powers together. They learned that theirs were different in what they could do, and that no one that didn't have one could see them. At first, this made them outcasts and drew them closer together, but they soon put their own physical prowess and their stand abilities to use to make the baseball team. This allowed them to take things to a whole new level, and accentuate their already above average skill. Matteo mostly cheated with his stand to outdo Malcolm and no one else in his friendly competition that he refused to lose. The baseball "mastery" gave him a bit of reputation and fame up through until now, in high school. Being more outgoing than his friend, he enjoys it some, what's not to love?

He keeps going on with his life as normal, at least whatever definition of that include super powered spirits. He's learning to live for himself and who he believes in, not his father. He likes to think he's not hung up on that anymore but trust be told the wound is a bit too deep to be healed so easily.

Likes: Comics, Cartons, Music (Rock and Hip Hop), Baseball, Competition, Video games, Drawing, Chilling with Malcolm.

Dislikes: Modern Country Music, Unprovoked negativity, Self-Defeatists, People who don't care for others.

Powers: STAND POWER

Stand: 「GORILLAZ」


Destructive Power: B

Speed: A

Range: D

Durability: C

Precision: B

Development Potential: B

Gorillaz, as a stand, allows for Matteo to take the current weather and manipulate it to his needs. Such as, if it is very sunny and hot outside then he can raise the heat in an area, or fire of a hot beam. He can create powerful controlled gusts of wind. When it's raining he can control water to a degree, and cause it to harden and fall faster, like a projectile. These are just a few examples, but there are a few attacks that he can do that will injure him greatly. In times of high winds or if he pushes himself he can control the winds enough to create a tornado from his, or his stands arm. This is powerful but he has trouble controlling it and it twists and pulls his arm, enough that if used for too long it can break his arm or dislocate it. Another his his lighting ability. In a lighting storm, he can channel lightning as a weapon. The only downside is that he has to put his arm p and conduct it, which he can do, but then channel it through his body and shoot it out as the attack, or use his stand to do this. This causes burns take up immense energy, and causes him to collapse.

Due to his unpredictability, he tends to stick to his wind abilities, since they are the most versatile and he can use them most of the time, instead of having to wait for certain weather.

His stand has about the same physique as him, and stands as tall. It is electric blue with bright green accents and pinstripes. It has a sleek and aerodynamic look, with 6" long points coming out the back of either elbow. It wears what appear to be aviator goggles, but a navy blue. They have a mouth, but it rarely if ever opens, it only seems to be used for manically smiling. 
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