[center][color=8dc73f][h1][b][i]~Mathew Cartelle~[/i][/b][/h1]

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[h3][i]"Oh, I'm just visiting."[/i]
~ Mathew Cartelle.[/h3]


[h2][b]~General Information~[/b][/h2]

[b]Name:[/b] Mathew Cartelle.
[b]Nick-Names:[/b] Matt.
[b]Sex/ Gender:[/b] male.
[b]Age:[/b] Nineteen.
[b]Place Of Origin:[/b]  St. Genevieve, MO.
[b]Camp Cabin:[/b] Cabin Fifteen.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Tall and thin and every bit unbefitting of his own name as one could be. His Red hair and sharp facial features contradict any form of modern ideals of handsomeness even before the glasses. His unmatching eyes add a sense of unrealness to his already strange appearance. His attire is usually a simple t-shirt paired with jeans and a black coat when it gets colder, never anything particularly fancy.
[b]Years Old:[/b] Nineteen.

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[h2][b]~Relationship Information~[/b][/h2]

[b]Relationship Status:[/b] Single.
[b]Sexuality:[/b]Bisexual.
[b]Partner:[/b] None.
[b]Godly Parent:[/b] Morpheus.
[b]Human Parent:[/b] Angela Mary Cartelle.
[b]Siblings:[/b] Nichole Esstelle Cartelle - 5 - Half-sister.
[b]Camp Siblings:[/b] Syleste Astrea Nioré (Younger Half-Sister).
[b]Legacy:[/b] Nemesis.
[b]Pet:[/b] None.
[b]Other:[/b] 

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[h2][b]~Personal Information~[/b][/h2]


[b]Personality: [/b]
Mathew is considerably happier around people he likes, though he occasionally feels as though he isn't as important to others as they are to him. He tries to better himself often though somehow always ends up failing or giving up at accomplishing his goals. He spends a lot of time day dreaming and spacing out, often making him feel bad when around others as he just can't focus. He is self conscious about his appearance and his self in general.

[b]Skills:[/b] A good public speaker as well as a beautiful author and mediocre artist. Mathew can play ode to joy on the piano but nothing else.

[b]Biography:[/b] 
Angela Cartelle was a dreamer, no body would deny that. She was an artist as well, this was the debatable fact for her talent with abstract was becoming less popular, especially considering elephants and infants wore the cloak of abstract artist better. This never detered her though, she was a master after all. After years of personal improvement and more years of art school she was well versed in realism, landscapes, concepts and everything in between. She dreamed of all the world she had never seen and what she would paint next as well as a unique looking man who she wished one day to call her own. 
	
Angela painted him for years, creating masterpieces of the dream man relating him to every form of mythical humanoid she could muster. He was her muse. And one day, [i]he[/i] showed up. Nichole and her mysterious dream man lived happily, or so she tells it years down the line when her son is old enough to understand. [i]He[/i] was the best thing that could have happened for her, [i]he[/i] just had other things to do. Angela claims [i]he[/i] is still in her dreams sometimes though less and less as the years go by.

Mathew, as a child, never met his father. He grew up with a women he could've sworn was delusional. She thought [i]he[/i] was coming back, her painting showed as much. Mathew never seemed out of the ordinary, though he slept more soundly than most babies and children. He never had a bad dream and as his mother will tell, he was an imaginative little kid and a daydreamer. Mathew flew through younger life, none of it sticking with him until first grade. 

He was a popular child, this Mathew can tell you himself. He was never good at reading or math but he could captivate an audience with ease. When he told stories of dragons and faeries and every manner of beast from his mothers painting, he did so with such color everyone listening could swear they could see it. His creativeness and willingness to share such ideas gave him friends and this was worth so much more than grades for him.

As he grew older, his friends drifted to other people. No body wanted to hear stories about princess any more they wanted the grit and the gruesomeness that would prepare them for life. They wanted a friend who wasn't ugly and stupid. So by middle school Mathew was ugly stupid and friendless. He wrote in his spare time, handwriting neater than the girls his age so he could at least keep his own thoughts with him. He still had his mom too, though she was slowing down from years of waiting for someone who will never come. She didn't paint [i]him[/i] anymore.

High school brought even more conflict and how Mathew even managed to survive is beyond even him. Really between the monsters that started showing up in real life and the bullying he aught to have died. For the most part he learned to throw rocks at their faces and run. There were days when he came home to the loft, face bruised and cut and he'd have to get cleaned up before his mother came home or else stay in his room. These were the days where he felt the worst, like nothing fit anymore because he had dreams and ambitions and nothing seemed to be coming together. 

One summer his junior year, his mother came into his room, catching a glimpse of a bruised shoulder but what does a mother even do. She had come to tell him of a camp for people like him, strange or not, and so she did that. With as much comforting as she could muster she had told him everything would work out.

That summer, his first summer at camp half-blood, was the best thing he'd experienced to that point. He finally felt like he belonged and had friends and everything was finally making sense. The next few years went by in a similar fashion as the first going between camp and home. Switching schools often and having only a few friends. At least he was finally happy.

[h2][b]~Demigod Information~[/b][/h2]

[b]Demigod Abilities:[/b]
Manipulate sleep: Mathew can manipulate sleep, though he finds it difficult to do so to most people. He could put an individual to sleep or into a coma, as well as manipulate the intensity of sleep. This power isn't very strong with him and he has problems using it on anyone who isn't already tiered or easily manipulable at the time.

Manipulate dreams: When people are sleeping Mathew finds it easy to alter or suggest what they might dream of; for better or worse. He has used this to give his younger sister pleasant dreams, as well as his mother and inadvertently himself.

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[h2][b]~Weaponry Information~[/b][/h2]

Mathew has never been particularly good in combat. When he intends to fight he tends to stay further back and shoot of throw things or simply cause hallucinations or else flee.

[b]Weapon:[/b] Throwing daggers or rocks if there is neither of the other two.
[b]Weapon Name:[/b] None
[b]Weapon Type:[/b] Ranged/ Thrown
[b]Attributes:[/b] None

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Thin black wrought iron blades, shaped for throwing. Hand made at Camp-Halfblood
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[h2][b]~Theme Song~[/b][/h2]

Theme Song:
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCSX3mM6940]"Dream" by Imagine Dragons.[/url]

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