Welcome to my profile! A few things before we get started.
1) Do not expect me to play a character that is not the one I have listed, that really gets on my nerves.
2) Yes! I do N*FW! No! I don't do instant hook-ups! You want him? Work for him!
3) Matteo is GAY! Sorry ladies! This lovely face is for f★ckboys only!
Might think of more as time progresses, but for now some backstory!
WARNING: MATTEO'S BACKSTORY INVOLVES HIM BEING R★PED AT A YOUNG AGE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. EVERY CURSE IS MARKED WITH A ★!
Matteo is of American-Italian descent, born in Italy and later moving to America around the age of four with his Mother and Grandfather. Life was relatively normal up until the age of eight, most of his time outside school was spent with his mother at the cleaners while his Grandfather ran business with some of the clients in the back. This was never really considered strange to Matteo, he was young and didn't understand yet that the family business was more than washing fancy suits and folding dress shirts.
His first years of life in America were filled with struggles, unable to speak English very well meant he struggled though school and with making friends, though some children found it fun to try and guess what he was speaking which was often more humiliating and frustrating than it was funny. Matteo began to lash out at the children when they mock him, this not only got him a stern talking to and a few sessions of detention, but it also got him a sharp wooping when he would come home at the end of the day. While his aggressive behavior was not treated lightly by his mother, his grandfather was more praising of the actions, treating him to tales of when he was a young delinquent. It was around this time that his grandfather started to involve him more in the dealings in the back of the cleaners and while Matteo couldn't understand most of what was being spoken about there was another kid there for him to talk to, Vincent, granted he was twice the age of Matteo, around the age of sixteen give or take. While they didn't get along swimmingly, it was the only younger person he could actually talk to normally, but that was hardly enough to make any form of friendship. Even then they were constantly in one another's company in the cleaners and even outside of it with either one taking turns staying at the others house.
Matteo almost started to look up to the other boy, he had a nice home, nice toys, and a game console that he sometimes got to play on, but... Things got weird after a while.. Uncomfortably weird. Vincent would just kind of watch Matteo play and not really participate, unless it was wrestling. Vincent was always asking if they could wrestle, though this was more so by the time Matteo reached the age of about ten, which put Vincent at around eighteen. Matteo didn't like wrestling with Vincent, he never let him win! And what was worse is that he would always spit on him and squeeze him in weird ways and places, sometimes it hurts! Well.. perhaps he wasn't spitting, but he was licking and giving him all sorts of gross kisses, the kind you would think you would get cooties from. Sometimes he would get a kiss on the mouth or a tongue in the mouth, gross..! Matteo bit him once, but that only got him a punch in the gut and a gun pressing into his cheek- He didn't know Vincent had a gun! Well.. He didn't it was his fathers, but it wasn't just for brandishing.. With the trigger pulled the burn of led skidding against his right cheek he would become far more manageable for the twisted desires Vincent would keep him over for. Matteo was tormented and tortured, abused and used, what's more is that he kept up appearances for the sake of his family reputation despite the tanking of his mental health.
Matteo became somewhat of a drug mule, carrying packages through the days at school and passing them on to Vincent's father. Sometimes he got out before Vincent could get his hands on him, sometimes he was lucky enough that Vincent would be away, but most of the time he was home and most of the time he couldn't escape. It became a routine. Get drugs, go to school, deliver drugs, get r★ped, go home, cry, sleep, repeat. By the time Matteo reached the age of sixteen he had pretty much shut down, he didn't even go to school anymore, skipping straight to delivering his packages and enduring his torment to get on with the rest of his day; however, today would be different, while Matteo had gotten into the usual rhythm of being f★cked till he hurt it seemed more like Vinvent had other plans this time. Once more the stolen gun was brandished and waved carelessly in his direction and no matter how miserable his life had become, there was still fear flickering in his eyes as he danced with the devil. Though this fear only encouraged Vincent to take it a step further, abandoning the gun on the bed and instead opting to choke the younger! Large hands crushing down on his windpipe, bruising the skin along his throat and blanking out his mind as oxygen was cut off from his system. It was only when Vincent's grip and body suddenly went slack that the world and gravity of the situation had come rushing in. In his oxygen depraved flailings and grippings of the darkening world around him, Matteo had managed to take up the only weapon within reach and in his attempt to strike Vincent with the gun he managed to blow bits of the mans grey matter across the ceiling instead... He blinked through droplets of crimson and shock. He... Killed Vincent... He killed him... He killed him..! He killed him! He killed him he killed him he killed him hekilledhimhekilledhimhekilledhim! He. Killed. Him. And...
Matteo laughed! He laughed hard at the death of Vincent! He killed... A mobsters son. Realization and panic started to set in after the adrenaline started to die down, which only wracked it back up as he shoved Vincent's corpse off of himself and fled out the front door. He was lucky that Vincent's parents weren't home, but that gun was still in his hand when he went out the door..! Soon tucked the slender, narrow heirloom gun into his hoodie pocket and hurried back home. The flecks of blood still on his face and the bruising sported like a collar across his throat, he passed it off as a scrap to his mother. Packing up a handful of clothing, shoving the gun into his backpack and.. Oh... He still had the drugs in bag..! His Grandfather.. would not be happy if he found out they weren't delivered, but he doubts that matters anymore. With a kiss to his mothers cheek and a little lie about a sleepover.. He was gone.
8 years later. . .
Matteo had skipped town all those years ago.. or a few towns. Not only was he wanted by Vincent's father, but also by his grandfather.. Surviving off of what money he makes from selling portions of the drug brick he stole, he maintains the equally stolen gun like it was his own. Matteo is homeless, sticking to abandoned buildings and dilapidated structures to act as his home sweet home to avoid being tied to a direct address. Matteo is far more fluent in English than he was when he was younger, having to learn fast to get by. Plus a few lessons from a kind teacher in a coffee shop did wonders on his grammar and pronunciation. Matteo is pretty adept at putting together somewhat addiquette living conditions, at least to keep himself comfortable enough in his environment. Matteo struggles with trust at times but tends to latch onto people he feels he can relate to, he tends to struggle in intimate situations where he is the bottom thanks to his rough childhood, best to ease him into it and get him going before making any risky moves.
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