Grand naufrage de la vie-IAMX
Le soleil s'est salué en bargeant à travers les fenêtres; des fenêtres qui s'étendaient des hauts plafonds aux planchers de bois brillants. Un bel homme s'appuie sur une chaise et s'appuie sur son coin cuisine. La cuisine est moderne et chic, tout sauf médiocre. Vraiment tout le penthouse pourrait être étiqueté comme terriblement extravagant, tout est élégant et substantiel. Mathias se sentait indifférent à cet achat, il ne l'aimait pas et ne l'aimait pas.
Sirotant un thé fruité, il lui a été offert par une sorte de collègue, il ne l'a pas haï. En s'attendant à une boisson tropicale pour enfants, il a plutôt obtenu un thé fort avec des notes de fruits appropriées. Aujourd'hui c'est le jour où il rencontrera un nouveau patient, il n'a pas pu s'empêcher de vomir à l'idée de son nom. Dorothy Cumberbottom. Il avait besoin d'un rire, même si c'était pour une raison enfantine. La cliente a récemment des problèmes cardiaques, sa famille disant qu'elle a eu quelques crises cardiaques. C'était idiot et ignorant pour eux d'attendre si longtemps, mais Art a accepté de la saluer à l'hôpital.
En prenant un autre verre de son thé, il regarda une enveloppe scellée par une cire rouge de sang. C'est la lettre qu'il a reçue de ses parents, pour un rassemblement familial. Il se souvient de la nuit où il l'a pris dans la boîte aux lettres et pensait que c'était une lettre de sa femme ou un chèque de prime. Après l'avoir lu, il ne pouvait s'empêcher de bâillonner, non pas parce qu'il avait peur de rencontrer non seulement ses parents impitoyables qui l'ont élevé, mais aussi ses nombreux frères et sœurs, mais aussi parce qu'il avait le bonheur et la joie de parler à sa famille, non pas par téléphone, mais dans une seule maison. Certes, il n'a pas été en contact avec l'un d'eux et en tant qu'enfant, il a à peine interagi avec la plupart, mais il les aime encore.
Étendant son bras pour atteindre l'enveloppe, ses doigts aussi rallongés pour toucher la cire. Graissant ses doigts sur le dessus, il le tira plus près de lui. En regardant la cire, "Je dois aller travailler." Il soupira de sa chaise et ramassait ses affaires. Avant de quitter sa maison, il regarda en arrière la lettre, un sourire grandit sur son visage alors qu'il fermait sa porte d'entrée.
Petit Garçon-Born Ruffians
Aujourd'hui, c'est le 21 décembre.
En sortant de son penthouse, il a appelé Cheyenne, l'un des rares contacts qu'il a sur son téléphone. Il appelait pour lui dire qu'il partait à la cabane, lui demandant si elle pouvait engager quelqu'un pour surveiller sa maison. Elle a accepté, "Mais ne soyez pas surpris si quelque chose manque." Chey plaisantait malicieusement en faisant vomir Mathias. "Ne t'inquiète pas. J'ai déjà un suspect." Il répliqua son sourire permanent alors que sa femme gloussait doucement. Il y avait un silence pendant qu'il restait au téléphone, allant déjà au garage pour partir.
"Tu me manques. Vraiment." Doucement et un peu secoué la femelle murmura dans le téléphone. Mathias s'est figée sur les marches, elle a commencé à gémir et il a pu entendre ses treuils délicats.
"Tu me manques aussi, chérie." Il a dit clairement avant de se faire étouffer, se forçant à ne pas pleurer en public. D'où ça vient? Et pourquoi maintenant? Elle s'est rétablie, inhalant et expirant avant de parler, "Je veux que tu sois ici, je veux qu'on soit ensemble. Mais--"Paussant brièvement, elle a poursuivi, "Je ne veux plus que notre famille soit comme ça. Le travail en ce moment est stable et rien de majeur n'est apparu. Je suis prêt à vivre ensemble, je suis prêt à être votre femme et à être vu en public ensemble. Mais si vous ne l'êtes pas, je comprends."
Silence.
L'esprit de Mathias s'interrogeait, des pensées rapides se sont emparées l'une de l'autre. Ouvrir sa bouche tout ce qu'il pouvait murmurer, c'était : "Je ressens la même chose." Il était faible et manque d'émotion, il doit y ajouter. "C'était ridicule de vivre à l'écart depuis si longtemps sur les rumeurs et le travail mesquins. Je veux mes enfants et ma femme avec moi à travers tout." Il a conclu avec un soupir.
Ils ont accepté d'emménager l'un avec l'autre après qu'il ait quitté la réunion de famille. En échangeant leurs adieux et je vous aime, puis en étant brutalement interrompus par leurs jumeaux qui pleurent en arrière-plan. "Ils disent qu'ils sont impatients de te revoir." Chey a dit et s'est levée de n'importe quelle chaise sur laquelle elle était.
"Dites-leur que je ne peux pas attendre."
"C'est bon. Embrasse!" Elle s'est cognée dans le téléphone, elle a glissé comme une adolescente. Mathias rit dans le hall de son immeuble, rougissant et gagnant les regards d'un couple debout près de la réception.
"Des baisers."
Et l'appel s'est terminé avec ça.
Finalement, dans sa voiture, il n'a pas pleuré comme il s'attendait à ce qu'il arrive. Au lieu de cela, il a souri stupidement, tirant ses cheveux lubriques et ondulés en arrière, il a soupiré avant d'allumer sa radio. Un cd d'opéra joué, il a acheté ça il y a un moment, il ne connaît pas les chanteurs mais il adore l'écouter en conduisant. En sortant du garage, il s'est rendu à l'aéroport, ce sera un long trajet en avion, dans le Maine, jusqu'au Colorado, mais il était prêt.
L'avion n'était ni agréable, ni même fastidieux. C'était juste terrible. L'avion était chic et hygiénique, avec les snacks savoureux et d'autres plats. Des téléviseurs étaient installés à l'arrière de la tête pour le divertissement et les sièges étaient en forme de coussin et inclinaient le dos. Cependant, les gens étaient le problème. Mathias était assis à côté d'un homme qui était très bavard et odieux, se moquant de prendre quelques dames et de s'enivrer avec des amis. C'était un jeune homme, pas un jour au-delà de l'âge de boire, et avait des apparences médiocres qui le qualifieraient de "Bon à regarder" Il était évidemment riche et aimait se vanter de toutes les marchandises et de toutes les bibelots qu'il possédait.
Tout le monde dans l'avion avait ses propres qualités rédemptrices, mais Art ne s'en souciait pas, ils étaient tout simplement ennuyeux. Après l'avion, il a été escorté à sa limousine et emmené à la loge, il n'a pas hésité à verser un verre d'eau.
Il savait que le chauffeur allait parler mais il n'avait pas envie de bavarder.
-- Alors, pourquoi êtes-vous ici au Colorado, M. Carrington?
"Famille voyante." Répondez, en espérant que le chauffeur s'arrêtera sur ses traces.
"Pour les vacances? Le Colorado est...
"Écoutez, je suis désolé si je viens comme grossier ou impoli, mais j'apprécierais vraiment si nous ne parlions pas. Parce que vraiment, je ne suis pas d'humeur pour des conversations sans sens."
Le conducteur a regardé dans le rétroviseur de Mathias, Art a regardé en arrière sans remords. C'était un homme plus âgé, peut-être vers la fin des années 30, début des années 40. Ce n'est pas à Art de le manquer de respect, mais juste de le regarder à blanc, puis de regarder rapidement la route en arrière, « Compris, M. Carrington ». Il parlait la monotonie.
Le reste du trajet en voiture était serein, ce que Mathias aimait parce qu'il pouvait commencer à lire un de ses livres qu'il apportait avec lui. Le livre est l'horreur, base mystérieuse qui sont ses thèmes préférés dans un roman. Arrivé à la loge, il avait déjà dépassé la médiane du livre; c'est un lecteur rapide. Il a aidé le conducteur à récupérer ses bagages de l'arrière de la voiture, mais s'est rapidement arrêté par le personnel alors qu'ils prenaient ses bagages. Une bonne est venue à ses côtés, "C'est un plaisir de vous revoir, M. Carrington." Elle a accueilli avec un sourire accueillant. Mathias se souvient d'elle, elle était une de ses servantes préférées quand il était plus jeune. Elle l'a aidé à faire ses devoirs quand il en avait besoin, elle a joué au docteur avec lui et elle a même froissé les autres servantes.
"Tu n'as pas à me parler si formellement, Rebecca, c'est bizarre. Vous pouvez m'appeler Mathias." Il ne sait pas pourquoi il l'a appelée Rebecca, c'est juste apparu dans son esprit. Mais comme elle ne s'est pas opposée, ça doit être son nom.
"Maintenant, vous savez qu'aucun de vos parents n'aimerait ça," elle le regarda, "M. Carrington." Elle a inclus son nom pour être ludique et stupide. Ils se souriaient tous les deux, puis un autre membre du personnel l'emmenait à l'intérieur de la loge. Rebecca avait d'autres devoirs à avoir, ce qui a déçu Mathias. Tous les souvenirs qu'il avait ici ont commencé à lui revenir, en courant autour de la loge, attendant d'aller dehors et de jouer dans le froid et en courant à l'intérieur pour boire du chocolat chaud et lire. Il se sentait mal pour ses frères et sœurs plus jeunes qui ne se rappelleront probablement pas beaucoup.
La bonne a guidé Mathias dans sa vieille chambre, "Voilà votre chambre, monsieur. M. Carrington est dans son étude tandis que Mme Carrington est située dans sa chambre. » Elle m'a expliqué.
« Eh bien, je ne les dérangerai pas encore, je me baladerai un peu à l'intérieur. Peut-être même sortir et construire un bonhomme de neige, lui donner un nez de carotte et lui chanter une chanson." Il riait, la bonne souriait ternement qui lui faisait soupirer, "Tu peux prendre congé." La bonne a hurlé et est partie sans laisser de trace. Il tourna son attention vers sa porte, un "Garde dehors!" Le soupir a été planté dessus, mais ça ne l'a pas arrêté.
En marchant dans sa chambre, il sentait une immense nostalgie, ses affiches étaient le corps humain avec des marques pointues et des notes écrites sur eux. Affiches Zombie -- Il était un grand fan de zombie, il est toujours--, avec une affiche d'astronomie au-dessus de son cadre de lit, son bureau est soigné avec des porte-crayons, des tampons et d'autres fournitures scolaires dans leurs conteneurs. Dans le coin, son boîtier en violon et sa flûte étaient posés l'un à côté de l'autre, avec son stand pour reposer les papiers. Les fenêtres apportaient la lumière naturelle et il pouvait voir la neige comme elle tombait sur le sol de la forêt. Il a raté ça. Il s'assit sur son lit en regardant le personnel apporter ses bagages, quand le dernier est arrivé, il a sorti le livre qu'il lisait et a ramassé où il s'était arrêté. En regardant sa montre, il a eu le temps, il l'a déjà mis pour MST temps, "Une trente PM. Précisément." Il s'est moqué de lui-même avant de continuer à lire.
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|N a m e|
Mathias Art Carrington. Only nickname he will allow is Art; if you ask for a reason he will respond with "Because I'm a work of art!" with a conceited laugh.
|A g e|
32
|G e n d e r|
Male
|O c c u p a t i o n|
Orthopedic and Invasive Cardiology surgeon
|S e x u a l i t y|
Demisexual
|R e l a t i o n s h i p S t a t u s|
He is in a complicated relationship with his wife, Cheyenne Carrington.
|F a m i l y M e m b e r s|
His wife is a famous lawyer that works numerous cases and was successful in all of them, but she's not one to brag. The exact opposite of Mathias, she actually likes to converse when it's not for business or keeping her reputation hospitable and gentle. She's a born socialite with the mind of a genius, everything comes natural. It still bewilders Mathias knowing that she loves him so deeply. Her gorgeous curvaceous figure that's just downright jaw-dropping. Also she's not a Caucasian woman, she's a Latina woman who doesn't fear white people trying to degrade her and try to pull her down. The toughest skin Mathias has ever had the pleasure to touch. When they cuddle it's dulcet and serene, each other's arms becoming the others sanctuary. Making love it's filled with sensational touches and movements, some would think their sex is sinful they would say it's rejuvenating.
The public knew they were in love even before their marriage. Mathias' smile used to be the rarest thing but when with Cheyenne he smiled so much at the end of the day his face would begin to sore. Recently him and his wife had twins, a girl and a boy. They're still tiny things and Cheyenne keeps them in her house with daily visits from Mathias when he finds the time. The reason they're in a complicated relationship at the moment is work and a break. They're so busy with their jobs they can't find time to be a big happy family. A break is greatly needed for them to get everything together and then they can move back in together and raise their twins in one house. 
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|I n D e p t h A p p e a r a n c e|
Mathias is notable for taking great care of his body. Appearance to him is a huge part in his life, if he doesn't look charming then he doesn't feel valuable. His posture is straight and firm, taught and pressured to do so by his lovely parents. He holds himself elevated, dignified even though he's only 5'10 in height he still presents himself with no signs of insecure motions. He still has his athletic build to go with his disadvantage in height. Walking about he makes his steps loud yet swift so people know he's arriving, preparing themselves to please him. Nothing too dramatic but also not slothful. Speaking often with his hands people will examine them noticing the bruises located on his knuckles, though causing curiosity none questioned it. Anytime he made a mistake he would slap his knuckles resulting in bruises. He's done this to himself since he was small, whenever he did something wrong he slap his knuckles or punch something. Even now he does it to himself, it's painful but effective.
His captivating eyes pierce the hearts of many, no matter what gender. But they can also shift to big spheres like a deer in the headlights. The color of his eyes confuse some, they then settling with a mix of green and hazel. Still they shift to other colors, ranging from a deep grey to a bright emerald green in certain lighting. Bushy eyebrows that were probably inherited from some relative far in history. Now to his jet black hair that reaches to his mid-neck, it used to be cut short to keep tidy; also he wouldn't take good care of it when long. Since he's older he wanted to grow it out and still keep it cleansed and presentable.
If Mathias could he would go every day wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Professional, right? Though he keeps his skin and body intact, he can't dress himself for shit. His daily wear can be the outfit in the first sentence, and a pair of name brand shoes. His shoes will always be the accessory that shines through, either dress shoes or sneakers from different brands. Even at work his clothing is mediocre but no one dares to criticize him.

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|P e r s o n a l i t y|
On the surface Mathias isn't a bad guy. In the public and workplace he's a calm, handsome, brilliant man who makes order and disciplines coworkers who need it. People call him a born socialite that can always make people have a good time at the dullest of parties. Always being seen having a few drinks at parties and then spending the rest of the party sipping on water. He's not a heavy drinker and he doesn't smoke or do any other drugs. But he'll happily take shots with his "friends" until he can finally go home to whine about how obnoxious some people were. A flirt to everyone at social gatherings, he loves to mess with people's emotions especially if it's lust. Sometimes even bringing someone into an empty room after lascivious gestures and words, and then leaving right when they're at their peak. Even if they told others about it no one would believe it and that makes it more fun. This isn't a new thing, since a teenager he would do this because simple video games and lame parties weren't cutting it. It wasn't often not even more than three people before graduation("That's not too bad.").
He loves what he does, a lot, maybe too much. People become squeamish with even the thought of holding someone else's heart or dealing with fractured or broken bones, but Mathias adores the feeling. To have someone's life on his hands, one false move and they're dead just does something to him. He knows it's wrong and unearthly but that's just how he is and he wouldn't use it for wrong. Also after a successful procedure seeing his patient smiling and laughing with family members and loved one's it just brightens his heart and that's also why he loves his job. Now Mathias isn't always cool and collected he still has the tendency to pop off at co workers, and it's never a simple "Hey, that was dumb. Don't do it again." Or "What the hell was that?" He actually shouts and insults them on anything he can come up with. After watching them run off in tears he will do an awkward chuckle and storm off to his office, either punching one of his pillows or crying behind his desk. Apologizing to the individual before the day ends.
As a child Mathias was always a huge kissup to his parents, though never forced to do any of the things he did, he signed up for lessons and extra curricular activities for himself but also for his parents. Even in adulthood he still kisses up to his elders or ones higher in rank than him. But not too much to make him seem like a pest or make it obvious he's sucking up to them. Caring too much about how others view him is why he does it. Caring about how his parents view him, teachers, mentors, even strangers. He changes himself to appeal to them and one mishap will make him depressed and distressed.

|L i k e s|
Autopsy videos
Hot tea
Cats
Anatomy
Math (Ha) and sciences
Literature
|D i s l i k e s|
Candy (especially gum)
Ice tea
Ignorance
Not being more than enough
Losing everyone and everything
Losing his sanity
|H i s t o r y|
The subsiding rainfall taped a hospital window as a baby was taken from Cassipeia's womb. The fourth child was greeted with the grinning faces of his parents and the cooing of nurses. The baby giggled, a new life was born. His young toddler years he was starting to play the violin, messing up the notes his parents never missed a moment to point it out. Mathias smiled and nod, "Yes, mommy and daddy!" A cute voice which made them smile subtly. His black hair seen running over to his parents to give them his latest work of art. Even if they said the drawing of them looks like limp noodles he still giggled and ran off to draw something else. Older he started to get interested in road kill and videos about dead bodies; his parents ordering him to quit with this repulsive content. He didn't argue, he didn't cry, he gave a solid nod and played his violin and flute while solving mathematic equations. Very odd. Mathias was very odd.
Mathias would stay behind his parents whenever he could, following them around in public or in the house. Always agreeing with what they had to say, his parents would get annoyed and tell him to play somewhere else. So he played pranks on his siblings -hiding their underwear, eating their favorite snack, putting powder in the hair dryer, etc.- After his parents disciplining him and him bawling his eyes out as they roared at him, everything was back to normal. Mathias went to school even though a kissup he deserved every single A he's gotten, studying for hours for every test and exam. Going to school he was never bullied or a bully, he was the kid in the back writing notes as girls drooled over him. After school he went over to a grave yard to pay respects maybe even read a book. He never spoke to the dead people, he's not that loony.
Lee pressured him to keep his grades the way they are, one slip up and everything is ruined. Now that's not exactly what he said but to a teenage boy that's what Mathias heard. Mathias got by with few friends and many acquaintances, most of his friends had the same mindset as him 'Get good grades and don't fall to the ignorance.' They followed this moto well. He was stressed, he missed meals studying and barely got out of his room. His parents noticed of course but being away from the house the majority of the time, they couldn't help him. Women and men that cleaned the house and took care of the children tried to help, but he pushed them away. They wouldn't understand. No one could understand;he thought,not remembering his siblings go through the same feelings. Mother and father towered over him one day asking him what's wrong with him. He broke down, in front of his whole family his father gave a wince of disgust as boogers streamed from his nose, his mother stared emotionless. He knew they were both concerned even when they told him to toughen up and say how stupid it was to stay up and study for so long. No hugs were given. No kisses on the cheek. But Mathias still smiled, "Thank you. I love you." His parents confused yet happy to see him back to normal.
Still interested in dead things in high school he became more invested in learning the human body. Watching surgery videos with all gory bits included he would flinch and even vomit. But he knew he is meant to do it. So he watched and studied but not performing anything, he was not ready for that. While dissecting a frog in class he didn't smirk and chuckle like a maniac, he took notes and drawings. Actually snatching the tweezers from his teacher's hand and going in himself. Word spread around school, "What's his name? Mathias Carrington? He's weird, he actually wanted to go into the frog." He didn't mind it but his parents sure did. Long story short, keep your weird hobbies inside the house. He didn't enjoy high school at all after that, he didn't feel like he was being bullied but more they were just vexing him; "Wait...is that bullying?" He got his first C in high school, it was junior year, he got a B in middle school --"My gym teacher was a cunt."-- but a C to him and his parents is like an F. Dad told him to get his act together, his mom told him the same.
Finally ending high school as valedictorian of his class he went straight to some ivy league university and lived on campus. It was fun, he didn't feel that stressed away from his parents and he wasn't just all about grades. His social life became exciting and new, this was a learning experience. He had to get used to it since he had to stay there a while to get the degrees he needed. He still studied and took notes but he made time to go to campus parties, but stayed away from fraternities; "Most of the stuff you had to do was insane. I'm a dignified young gentleman thank you very much." Out of college with 9 years or so wasted to get a few degrees, whoop dee doo. He left to Massachusetts General Hospital where he met the love of his life and where most of his success happened. Campus "friends" gave him good word around the hospital which scored him a salary that had him in tears. Maybe close to a trillion calls to his parents from college life to now the last call he told them his salary, and they congratulated him in a affectionate tone. Causing him to cry on the phone, he has never been so happy.
Today he's a man with a family living away from him, mind starting to collapse and pondering his past. All he needs right now is reassurance from his parents, face to face. 
|M i s c e l l a n e o u s I n f o|
He doesn't know anything about any other social medias except Facebook. He barely uses his, it's mostly just to keep in touch with coworkers and friends. Also not that good with technology in general. 
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Lee Carrington
"I remember growing up and being scared of him the most. He would glare at me and it felt as if he only judged me. H-He loves me I know it but...Ah! I apologize, a strong, smart man. I look up to him." 
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Cassiopeia Carrington
"I'm a huge mama's boy. She's like a queen, ya know? Just like father, I know she cares she's just..cold and harsh. But she formed me into the man I am today and I thank her for that."
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Samantha Carrington
"The eldest. Even being told to respect her, I did that little to none. We never clicked and I never admired her art. Her art to me looks like paint and lines splashed together, it has no meaning, but what do I know"
Arthur Carrington
"He's the clown of the family. We never spoken to one another more than a greeting or a phony congratulation. We just have no connection."
Gabriel Carrington 
"My only older sibling that I can tolerate. As children we would chat and play, you know, innocent stuff. But soon we both had problems of our own, we grew up and we stopped talking."
Charles Carrington
"Charlie! I remember pulling pranks on him back in the day, he was an easy target. Of course I apologized but God it was hilarious!"
Nathaniel Carrington
"I attended one of his competitions and I can say his writing is good. Never felt the need to talk to him about anything other than literature." 
Esther Carrington 
Indiana Carrington
Emile Carrington
Elaine Carrington