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Alright just note that I'm making this story as I type this up on my phone while running on 3.5 hours of sleep, so if there are spelling errors blame autocorrect for screwing up. Also I will summarize the stories for you in the comments section.
I know it's pretty shitty and cliche.
I will put down his biography and some extra facts about him.
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Biography
Matthew Anderson was a young, lonely boy. He, being the youngest child in his family, had an older brother and sister. His brother and sister had grown up in poverty unlike Matthew; a few years ago, his father had a large pay raise due to an industrial boom, and the family quickly gained a lot more money. However, the two older siblings, who were raised to fight for almost everything, kept their bad behavior. The two siblings constantly argued and behaved like wild animals, which caused lots of fighting to happen in the household. There were times when they injured each other, but no help would come until hours later, since the family lived in a rural area and only had one road, through a forest, leading to their home.

Matthew, unfortunately, was thrown into this sibling rivalry at a young age and was sometimes used as one of his older siblings' meat shield or punching bag. Anything could trigger those two; if they thought that he had one more grain of rice they would start fighting for it. He couldn't leave, though; his parents forbade him from leaving the house due to not wanting him to pass through the forest outside of their home. They did not realized that the threat was inside their houses, the threat being their older son and daughter, until it was too late. Being through this constant torture broke his mind at a very young age, and it resulted in him growing up to be a cold teenager.

His parents worried for him, seeing the changes in his personality, and did all they could to help Matthew. They tried separating him from his older siblings, but his father was injured by Matthew's brother kicking him into a table. This proved enough of a warning to stay out of their fighting, and with Matthew's father injured and healing, only his mother was able to try to protect him. She tried hiding him, sending him off to get groceries (or anything as long as it was as far away from his home as possible), and had even allowed him to enter the forest near their home.

With his freedom from his house, Matthew began to try new things he had never known before. At the age of 17, he was allowed to take and use the family's guns and rifles to hunt in the forest. At times his father (since he was healed) accompanied him into the woods; Matthew learned to hunt game and bring back food. He learned quickly and found he had a knack for shooting. Combined with his shooting skills, agility, and speed, he was easily able to hunt more game down than anyone else.

He did not only practice in the daytime; at night he would sneak out to practice hunting in the dark. He could easily look out for animals; many that he shot for plactice were voles, mice, and an occasional bat. He made sure to collect the bullets and bury the bodies to hide the evidence of his nightly activities.

Tensions grew higher at home; whenever Matthew returned home, he bolted for his room. If he was lucky, he would reach his room and lock the door on his siblings before they could get in. However, he usually got caught and was harassed by his siblings for anything they could think up of; that ranged from hunting more game than they did to being able to spend more time outside. (They didn't have high IQ levels.) This could take from an hour to the whole rest of the day until dinner (where they fought more over food). With this constant routine, Matthew learned to become quicker and to avoid whatever objects that could have been thrown at him.

When Matthew reached 20 years old, he felt his cold personality begin to break down. He knew how to avoid his siblings, but he realized that no matter what, someone would be hurt. He sometimes came back from hunting to find ambulances in front of his home, carrying his father, mother, sister, or brother out of the house. He felt his emotions knot up in his stomach. He didn't mind that he was being abused (heck, he grew up with it and was proud that he survived it all) but having his parents injured was another thing. The couple were not young, and they grew frailer after every day.

On October 23, 2015, Matthew came back from a bad day of hunting to see his parents -both of them- carried out of the house. They seemed to have been messed up quite a bit; he only recognized his mother by the dress she wore, since her face and body looked horribly beaten and bruised. His siblings stood by the door, triumphantly holding some food; they looked so smug that Matthew was surprised that they weren't being questioned and arrested by the police.

Later that night, Matthew finally made up his mind to stand up to his siblings. Before doing so, he grabbed his gun and slipped it into his jacket pocket. He asked that if they even cared for their parents. They were in the hospital in critical condition, and those two cause it. That continued to play over and over in his head, not even letting him think straight. When those two shrugged it off and said that they're going to be fine and were going to start abusing Matthew again just for annoying them, Matthew snapped. He grasped his gun and fired where he knew would cause the most damage to them; through their spinal cords. They didn't have the chance to scream; they dropped to the floor, twitching as their blood poured out onto the ground around them.

Mathew knew he had plenty of time to stay, for no one usually dared to pass through the woods, but even the sight of his siblings' corpses laying in their small red lakes disturbed him. Even though he knew it felt wrong, a satisfied wave I've emotion overtook him, and he let out a cackle of victory. He didn't care if anyone heard him; he was finally free of the torture.

It took him a while to collect himself, but when he did, Matthew realized that leaving may be the best choice he had. The corpses were already beginning to smell, and he did not want the police to come after him when people finally smell the stench. He grabbed his gun and as many spare cartridges of bullets as he could, before he thought of something: in close combat situations he would not be able to use a gun without the chance of the bullet ricocheting and hitting him instead. He did have time, but paranoia hit him and he furiously dug around for a weapon for close combat. Finally, he stumbled upon a dagger, which he deemed as a good backup weapon. He grabbed some food as emergency rations and left the house.

Months later, police went to investigate the house. The old owners of the house had died in the hospital about a week after being hospitalized, but they knew that here the couple had children. No calls for the paramedics or police were filed, so the police knew something was wrong. When they entered, the overwhelming stench of rotten flesh hit the police in the face. As their eyes stopped watering, they found the two rotting bodies of Matthew's sibling, laying on the ground. Each had a bullet stuck tot heir neck, which was determined as the cause of their deaths. The police searched for Matthew, but they did not find any leads to his location or activity. The only thing hinting of what may have happened that night months ago was the fact that the family weapon storage was missing a gun and a dagger, with the missing gun and the bullets being matching. The police concluded that this was a deliberate murder, and the culprit was Matthew Anderson.

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Geez my fingers hurt
I came up with all of that from the top of my head holy crap
Anyways, if you didn't leave already due to tl;dr, try finishing this too! It's about how only one of Matthew's eyes got blinded.
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It had been about a year since he had killed his siblings. He stumbled in the woods that were now his hunting grounds, home, and life. Groaning, the man sat down on a nearby log. He had been on the move for days, since a family of mountain lions had decided to stay in his territory and take him out. Being in the move meant no food, barely any water, and no rest; sitting on the log was the first time in days that he had rested. He was close to slipping into unconsciousness when he heard a low growl. He jerked back up, glaring into the shadows where he could see a silhouette of a beast. Matthew backed up, causing the mountain lion to step forward. Mathew growled, "Shit."
The large feline suddenly pounced, claws out and landing on his face. Matthew screamed in agony as he felt his fave town open but he cat's claws. All he could see was red in his right eye. Mathew worked to swing him off, causing the mountain lion to fall to the ground. Disoriented, he rand as fast as he could front the cat, but it got the last laugh; it's claws tore into his right shoulder as he ran.
The mountain lion yowled in victory.
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Well great my hand still hurts
Ok finally other facts

-Matthew's favorite color is blue (if you couldn't tell by the outfit)
-He enjoys stargazing and hunting game
-Matthew dislikes cats
He is very knowledgeable about what's edible and what plants are poisonous in the forest
-The forest that he lives in is very large, with cities and town at its borders; Matthew uses the forest to help him stay hidden as he watches these towns.
-He only kills abusers because he had his own experience with that type of people; he doesn't want anyone else to suffer like he did. (He went through domestic abuse, but there were times where it was just plain violence), and forest goers that might be a potential danger to the forest.
-He does not know anything about his parents' deaths
-Matthew rarely leaves the forest
-His hair is not actually blue; I chose to just shade and draw with blue tones in the hair. He actually has black hair.
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I should rest my thumbs now
Okay here's the deal: I will allow critique on this character but just plain flaming like "o u shit bitch go sucka dik and fuk u ur bad at making characterzzz" will not be tolerated. I spent more effort thinking of the story than everything else, because this started as an adopt idea that I just went in on. After that I realized I made a "full" story and that if I put this much effort into it I am not gonna give it away. Yet... we'll see eventually

Also is this enough info for a critique loganburns346
If you have the time please review this for me (I am bad at making these characters btw) so some criticism would be appreciated! Thanks!

ALRIGHT FINAL THING
For those of you that actually look at my other art (like NyanToDaMax145 , SpectatorIII , Aprilthehedgehog96 , etc) I I'll actually post stuff tomorrow or the day after tomorrow because BOI O BOI I spent lots of energy my entire day working on this.... I need a break :I

EDIT 7-31-2017 I'm currently writing the creepypasta. It's gonna be long though because I don't know how to write short stories apparently

Description
Alright just note that I'm making this story as I type this up on my phone while running on 3.5 hours of sleep, so if there are spelling errors blame autocorrect for screwing up. Also I will summarize the stories for you in the comments section.
I know it's pretty shitty and cliche.
I will put down his biography and some extra facts about him.
--------------------------------------------------------
Biography
Matthew Anderson was a young, lonely boy. He, being the youngest child in his family, had an older brother and sister. His brother and sister had grown up in poverty unlike Matthew; a few years ago, his father had a large pay raise due to an industrial boom, and the family quickly gained a lot more money. However, the two older siblings, who were raised to fight for almost everything, kept their bad behavior. The two siblings constantly argued and behaved like wild animals, which caused lots of fighting to happen in the household. There were times when they injured each other, but no help would come until hours later, since the family lived in a rural area and only had one road, through a forest, leading to their home.

Matthew, unfortunately, was thrown into this sibling rivalry at a young age and was sometimes used as one of his older siblings' meat shield or punching bag. Anything could trigger those two; if they thought that he had one more grain of rice they would start fighting for it. He couldn't leave, though; his parents forbade him from leaving the house due to not wanting him to pass through the forest outside of their home. They did not realized that the threat was inside their houses, the threat being their older son and daughter, until it was too late. Being through this constant torture broke his mind at a very young age, and it resulted in him growing up to be a cold teenager.

His parents worried for him, seeing the changes in his personality, and did all they could to help Matthew. They tried separating him from his older siblings, but his father was injured by Matthew's brother kicking him into a table. This proved enough of a warning to stay out of their fighting, and with Matthew's father injured and healing, only his mother was able to try to protect him. She tried hiding him, sending him off to get groceries (or anything as long as it was as far away from his home as possible), and had even allowed him to enter the forest near their home.

With his freedom from his house, Matthew began to try new things he had never known before. At the age of 17, he was allowed to take and use the family's guns and rifles to hunt in the forest. At times his father (since he was healed) accompanied him into the woods; Matthew learned to hunt game and bring back food. He learned quickly and found he had a knack for shooting. Combined with his shooting skills, agility, and speed, he was easily able to hunt more game down than anyone else.

He did not only practice in the daytime; at night he would sneak out to practice hunting in the dark. He could easily look out for animals; many that he shot for plactice were voles, mice, and an occasional bat. He made sure to collect the bullets and bury the bodies to hide the evidence of his nightly activities.

Tensions grew higher at home; whenever Matthew returned home, he bolted for his room. If he was lucky, he would reach his room and lock the door on his siblings before they could get in. However, he usually got caught and was harassed by his siblings for anything they could think up of; that ranged from hunting more game than they did to being able to spend more time outside. (They didn't have high IQ levels.) This could take from an hour to the whole rest of the day until dinner (where they fought more over food). With this constant routine, Matthew learned to become quicker and to avoid whatever objects that could have been thrown at him.

When Matthew reached 20 years old, he felt his cold personality begin to break down. He knew how to avoid his siblings, but he realized that no matter what, someone would be hurt. He sometimes came back from hunting to find ambulances in front of his home, carrying his father, mother, sister, or brother out of the house. He felt his emotions knot up in his stomach. He didn't mind that he was being abused (heck, he grew up with it and was proud that he survived it all) but having his parents injured was another thing. The couple were not young, and they grew frailer after every day.

On October 23, 2015, Matthew came back from a bad day of hunting to see his parents -both of them- carried out of the house. They seemed to have been messed up quite a bit; he only recognized his mother by the dress she wore, since her face and body looked horribly beaten and bruised. His siblings stood by the door, triumphantly holding some food; they looked so smug that Matthew was surprised that they weren't being questioned and arrested by the police.

Later that night, Matthew finally made up his mind to stand up to his siblings. Before doing so, he grabbed his gun and slipped it into his jacket pocket. He asked that if they even cared for their parents. They were in the hospital in critical condition, and those two cause it. That continued to play over and over in his head, not even letting him think straight. When those two shrugged it off and said that they're going to be fine and were going to start abusing Matthew again just for annoying them, Matthew snapped. He grasped his gun and fired where he knew would cause the most damage to them; through their spinal cords. They didn't have the chance to scream; they dropped to the floor, twitching as their blood poured out onto the ground around them.

Mathew knew he had plenty of time to stay, for no one usually dared to pass through the woods, but even the sight of his siblings' corpses laying in their small red lakes disturbed him. Even though he knew it felt wrong, a satisfied wave I've emotion overtook him, and he let out a cackle of victory. He didn't care if anyone heard him; he was finally free of the torture.

It took him a while to collect himself, but when he did, Matthew realized that leaving may be the best choice he had. The corpses were already beginning to smell, and he did not want the police to come after him when people finally smell the stench. He grabbed his gun and as many spare cartridges of bullets as he could, before he thought of something: in close combat situations he would not be able to use a gun without the chance of the bullet ricocheting and hitting him instead. He did have time, but paranoia hit him and he furiously dug around for a weapon for close combat. Finally, he stumbled upon a dagger, which he deemed as a good backup weapon. He grabbed some food as emergency rations and left the house.

Months later, police went to investigate the house. The old owners of the house had died in the hospital about a week after being hospitalized, but they knew that here the couple had children. No calls for the paramedics or police were filed, so the police knew something was wrong. When they entered, the overwhelming stench of rotten flesh hit the police in the face. As their eyes stopped watering, they found the two rotting bodies of Matthew's sibling, laying on the ground. Each had a bullet stuck tot heir neck, which was determined as the cause of their deaths. The police searched for Matthew, but they did not find any leads to his location or activity. The only thing hinting of what may have happened that night months ago was the fact that the family weapon storage was missing a gun and a dagger, with the missing gun and the bullets being matching. The police concluded that this was a deliberate murder, and the culprit was Matthew Anderson.

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Geez my fingers hurt
I came up with all of that from the top of my head holy crap
Anyways, if you didn't leave already due to tl;dr, try finishing this too! It's about how only one of Matthew's eyes got blinded.
--------------------------------------------------------
It had been about a year since he had killed his siblings. He stumbled in the woods that were now his hunting grounds, home, and life. Groaning, the man sat down on a nearby log. He had been on the move for days, since a family of mountain lions had decided to stay in his territory and take him out. Being in the move meant no food, barely any water, and no rest; sitting on the log was the first time in days that he had rested. He was close to slipping into unconsciousness when he heard a low growl. He jerked back up, glaring into the shadows where he could see a silhouette of a beast. Matthew backed up, causing the mountain lion to step forward. Mathew growled, "Shit."
The large feline suddenly pounced, claws out and landing on his face. Matthew screamed in agony as he felt his fave town open but he cat's claws. All he could see was red in his right eye. Mathew worked to swing him off, causing the mountain lion to fall to the ground. Disoriented, he rand as fast as he could front the cat, but it got the last laugh; it's claws tore into his right shoulder as he ran.
The mountain lion yowled in victory.
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Well great my hand still hurts
Ok finally other facts

-Matthew's favorite color is blue (if you couldn't tell by the outfit)
-He enjoys stargazing and hunting game
-Matthew dislikes cats
He is very knowledgeable about what's edible and what plants are poisonous in the forest
-The forest that he lives in is very large, with cities and town at its borders; Matthew uses the forest to help him stay hidden as he watches these towns.
-He only kills abusers because he had his own experience with that type of people; he doesn't want anyone else to suffer like he did. (He went through domestic abuse, but there were times where it was just plain violence), and forest goers that might be a potential danger to the forest.
-He does not know anything about his parents' deaths
-Matthew rarely leaves the forest
-His hair is not actually blue; I chose to just shade and draw with blue tones in the hair. He actually has black hair.
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I should rest my thumbs now
Okay here's the deal: I will allow critique on this character but just plain flaming like "o u shit bitch go sucka dik and fuk u ur bad at making characterzzz" will not be tolerated. I spent more effort thinking of the story than everything else, because this started as an adopt idea that I just went in on. After that I realized I made a "full" story and that if I put this much effort into it I am not gonna give it away. Yet... we'll see eventually

Also is this enough info for a critique loganburns346
If you have the time please review this for me (I am bad at making these characters btw) so some criticism would be appreciated! Thanks!

ALRIGHT FINAL THING
For those of you that actually look at my other art (like NyanToDaMax145 , SpectatorIII , Aprilthehedgehog96 , etc) I I'll actually post stuff tomorrow or the day after tomorrow because BOI O BOI I spent lots of energy my entire day working on this.... I need a break :I

EDIT 7-31-2017 I'm currently writing the creepypasta. It's gonna be long though because I don't know how to write short stories apparently