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Matthew Wolfe has a minion!
Regret the Ovlibion
Regret the Ovlibion
Matthew Wolfe
Legacy Name: Matthew Wolfe
The Glacier Irion
Owner: Anna_116
Age: 13 years, 9 months, 4 weeks
Born: July 8th, 2010
Adopted: 13 years, 9 months, 4 weeks ago
Adopted: July 8th, 2010
Statistics
- Level: 30
- Strength: 57
- Defense: 31
- Speed: 22
- Health: 20
- HP: 20/20
- Intelligence: 109
- Books Read: 97
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Stylist
He wasn't sure if it was what he wanted.
He was certainly wanted. Being the singer and frontman of a popular rock band meant thousands of enamored fans. Being immensely attractive meant thousands of screaming girls. Being a natural introvert meant conflict.
No one could tell he liked being alone, not with the way he acted. He could play a crowd like he played guitar, charismatic and charming, with an easy smile and blue eyes that were lit with a disarming twinkle. A typical handsome celebrity, and people fell for the act every time.
He didn't use drugs. Didn't need to. He had everything anyone could ever want: friends, money, good looks, a steady flow of girlfriends and lovers. People loved him. He loved parties too, letting loose, getting drunk, messing around with women. It distracted him, and let him forget that he ever wondered if there was something more satisfying out there.
Because he was never satisfied, not completely. Sometimes he would be forced to face that fact. Looking into the eyes of his fans. Lying awake in the middle of the night with a girl sleeping next to him that he hardly knew. Standing alone on the deck of his back porch, the remnants of a party from the night before strewn around him. Those things - fame, sex, friends - satisfied him, but only until they were over. Left in the aftermath, they felt hollow. Worthless.
But he always convinced himself it was enough. No one could ever be truly content in this life, could they? You took what you could from life and that was what you got. There was nothing more. With what he already had, what more was there to ask for? His life wasn't perfect, but it was a heck of a lot better than everyone else's. No, he wasn't the stereotypical troubled rock star. He was fine. Just fine.
He was doing quite well, living his life of facades and fleeting satisfaction. Until he met her. She exemplified something that he had been searching for his entire life, though he could never quite name what it was. It wasn't love. No, it was something more than that, something deeper and more intense. Something he was afraid to embrace, because it would mean admitting that his entire life, the way he was living it, meant nothing. It would mean giving up the pleasure that kept him afloat for something that completely remade him.
He wasn't sure if that was what he wanted.
He was certainly wanted. Being the singer and frontman of a popular rock band meant thousands of enamored fans. Being immensely attractive meant thousands of screaming girls. Being a natural introvert meant conflict.
No one could tell he liked being alone, not with the way he acted. He could play a crowd like he played guitar, charismatic and charming, with an easy smile and blue eyes that were lit with a disarming twinkle. A typical handsome celebrity, and people fell for the act every time.
He didn't use drugs. Didn't need to. He had everything anyone could ever want: friends, money, good looks, a steady flow of girlfriends and lovers. People loved him. He loved parties too, letting loose, getting drunk, messing around with women. It distracted him, and let him forget that he ever wondered if there was something more satisfying out there.
Because he was never satisfied, not completely. Sometimes he would be forced to face that fact. Looking into the eyes of his fans. Lying awake in the middle of the night with a girl sleeping next to him that he hardly knew. Standing alone on the deck of his back porch, the remnants of a party from the night before strewn around him. Those things - fame, sex, friends - satisfied him, but only until they were over. Left in the aftermath, they felt hollow. Worthless.
But he always convinced himself it was enough. No one could ever be truly content in this life, could they? You took what you could from life and that was what you got. There was nothing more. With what he already had, what more was there to ask for? His life wasn't perfect, but it was a heck of a lot better than everyone else's. No, he wasn't the stereotypical troubled rock star. He was fine. Just fine.
He was doing quite well, living his life of facades and fleeting satisfaction. Until he met her. She exemplified something that he had been searching for his entire life, though he could never quite name what it was. It wasn't love. No, it was something more than that, something deeper and more intense. Something he was afraid to embrace, because it would mean admitting that his entire life, the way he was living it, meant nothing. It would mean giving up the pleasure that kept him afloat for something that completely remade him.
He wasn't sure if that was what he wanted.
Credits
This is a character from my original story Freeflight.
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Background image by fdasuarez @ deviantArt
CIs by Slytherin, Eid
Profile coded by me
Pet Treasure
Sold-out Tickets
Sport Car
Rumpled Slate Dress Shirt
Guitar Strap
Microphone of The Voice
Tattered Black Jacket
Electric Piano
Boy Band Microphone
Classic MP3 Player
Unorganized Sheets of Music
Music Sheet
Black Colored Pencil
Black Tennis Shoes
Amplifier
Just Some Boy Headphones
Radio Headphones
Bloodred Radio Headphones
Reborn Radio Headphones
Toxic Radio Headphones
Blue Radio Headphones
Pink Radio Headphones
Spider Headphones
Red Microphone
Bloodred Microphone
Reborn Microphone
Blue Microphone
Darkmatter Microphone
Microphone
DIY Rock Star Kit
Guitar Picks
Spotted Guitar Pick
Gold Guitar Pick
Striped Guitar Pick
Berry Guitar Pick
Turquoise Guitar Pick
Guitar Plushie
Sunshine Electric Bass
Lime Electric Bass
Blueberry Electric Bass
Magenta Electric Bass
White Electric Bass
Navy Blue Electric Bass
Candy Apple Red Electric Bass
Stylin Floral Guitar
Stylin Galactic Guitar
Stylin Sassy Guitar
Stylin Vicious Guitar
Flamin Hot Guitar
Stylin Oldskool Guitar
Love Guitar
Starry Electric Guitar
Green Electric Guitar
Skulled Electric Guitar
Rap CD
Classical CD
Rock CD
Blank CD
Treble Clef Latte