Post by MATHIAS MIDAS on Jun 18, 2013 22:03:49 GMT -5
Mathias-- Gift of God
Colin-- People of victory
Midas-- Referring to King Midas, who was so greedy everything he touched turned to gold.
They call me Mathias Midas but special people can refer to me as Mazzy or Maz. I graced the earth on January 1st making me eighteen years old and a senior at Baum Academy. At school, I play lacrosse and am on the mock trial team. I was born and bred in New York City, but don't worry, it was the nice part of town. The Midases don't "slum it". I'm straight and people know it. People call me a Scrooge and say I look a lot like Daniel Sharman, but I know I'm hotter.
Billionaire, playboy, philanthropist...wait, scratch that last part.
It's all about Mathias and that's the way it will always be. Caring for others? Hah, that's a funny thought. The Midas family is composed of big Wall Street bankers and on his mother's side (the Panabakers), lawyers. A few years before Mathias was born, Forbes named his father, Carter Midas, as the next J.P. Morgan. The first and only son, Mathias was raised with his life handed to him on a silver platter. He only does things that benefit him and will take many measures to ensure that he gets his way. It's practically unheard of that Mathias Midas did not get his way. Essentially, he's a big spoiled brat. Mathias gets anything he wants and doesn't work for it, and loves to rub it in your face. It's always Mathias o'clock and frankly, he's the King of all you peasants.
Being raised by a big time banker definitely led to Mathias being a greedy ass mother fucker. He hordes money like lonely old women do cats. Even though Mathias has tons of material possessions, he never spends his own money on it. Why should he, when he has rich parents to buy it for him? It's one of the reasons he's such a playboy; Mathias loves the easy, one night stand kind of girls because they only expect him to give one thing: sex. He doesn't need to worry about them bitching him out because he didn't buy flowers, or a nice fancy dinner. Mathias doesn't spend money on people, especially girls. Well, with the exception of strippers, but even then he'd rather make it hail loose change than make it rain precious greenbacks. His sixteen year old sister, Mina, still has not received a Christmas or birthday gift from him. Mathias just slaps his name on something his parents bought. His bank account is happy being untouched, and thanks to interest, Mathias drools over watching his money make money. Dat high interest rate.
Mathias is hard and cold, like metal on a winter day. That whole "cold hands,warm heart" thing? Complete bullshit. While no, his body temperature doesn't read a few degrees lower than normal, most people get a chilled, icy vibe from Mathias. And not the exciting frost that the Christmas season brings. Not the joyous feeling you get from snow. Straight up dead, bitter cold. Mathias doesn't feel because that's all he's known. Growing up, his parents spoiled him materialistically but were emotionally vacant. He'll throw anyone a nasty insult with a casual shrug of the shoulder. He only acknowledges beggars when they're clinging to his coattails, and that's to tell them to fuck off. It's hard to care when all you've been taught to love is cold, hard gold.
flashback to reality, oh there goes gravity
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Mathias remembered back when his grandfather was the president of Midas Bank and Trust. He was younger, and his father was managing the Wall Street bank, working his way up until the old man died. Sure, the family "loved" each other and stuck together, but it had always been about money. Mathias was being tutored at home because his mother didn't want him, or his younger sister Mina, to go to real schools until they entered high school. He was unfortunately stuck at the daycare the Wall Street bank offered and Mathias hated it. There was this girl though. Mathias was secretly fascinated and put off by her; she was so small and underprivileged (how did people even live that way, he wondered?) yet kind and sweet. It baffled him, honestly. All the girls he knew were already snide and haughty, even at the age of eleven. Mathias regret not learning her name when he found out that his grandfather had "finally" died, as Carter Midas had put it, and the family moved up from the Wall Street bank. Nowadays, though, Mathias remembers her in the dredges of his memory but those days are always tinged with disgust. He can't believe his father would make him stay in daycare with all the other kids...Mathias definitely knows he is better than they are. For high school, his parents let him decide where to go and Mathias picked Baum. He has lived on campus, but, for the most part, goes home every weekend to get away from the place. Besides, it's not like he's missing the good parties. As the hopeful future financial prince of New York City, Mathias can bring himself and his posse to much bigger, better parties. The city is his.
this was all made by SULLY the baddest bitch of all. seriously though i made the graphics so i'd appreciate it if you didn't steal them. or mathias in general. i know his face is beautiful, try to resist temptation.
