Tori Justice Matthews

[Tori J Matthews]

TORI JUSTICE MATTHEWS

SIXTEEN, 11-22-1998, WEREWOLF, VICTORIA JUSTICE.

POWERS & ABILITIES

Like most werewolves, she has developed in-heightened senses, speed and healing quickly.

PREFERENCES

Sister ♥ Brother ♥ School ♥ Singing ♥ Art

Fire ♠ Darkness ♠ Math ♠ Geography ♠ Moving

Cloe ♦ Drake ♦ Speed ♦ Healing quick ♦ Family/Pack

Temper ♣ Cloe ♣ Drake ♣ Wolfsbane ♣ Mountain ash

SECRETS & FEARS

Kissed her brother's girlfriend once ♥ Stole a four leaf clover necklace ♥ Hate's being a werewolf ♥  ♥ Secretly smart but acts stupid.

Death ♣ Fire ♣ Darkness ♣ Loosing her siblings/cousins ♣ Tyler Darkhallow

PERSONALITY

Tori's accident prone. Legit, there is a cot in the hospital with her name stenciled on it. She's cracked her head open, broken her arm, fractured her collar bone... pretty much everything. She has scars all over the place, except for on her face. Each scar has its own story, and she's learned a lesson from every single one of them. Except..they aren't really visible to anyone so when she points to one people just stare at her like she's crazy or something..but she's used to it.

Does she write songs? Hell yeah. Songs, poetry, whatever you wish to call it. Songs are supposed to be poetry set to words, but that definition was lost at the beginning of the twentieth century. Now, songs are anything with a beat and lyrics. Most songwriters write about things like sex and drugs and money just to sell. She, on the other hand, sees the art of songwriting for what it is. It's a way of letting out your feelings, of self expression. You can say anything in a song, but disguise it so that your listeners really have to think to figure out what you're getting at. That's who she wants her music to reach: the thinkers. It's a way of reaching it out to her kind.

While she does write songs, her true passion is film. That's all she does in her free time. But the interesting part is why. She likes being able to convey a message without saying it flat out -- through demonstration. She likes being able to capture a feeling, rather than spell it out in words. When she watches a decent movie, she gets chills. She feels that, since living is what they do every day, it is easier for people to relate to things being acted out -- being lived. Words on a paper are just that: words. But to see is something else all together.

FOOD. ohmygodohmygodohmygod. This stuff is her bestest friend in the world. Her parents never have to worry about her going anorexic on them because she can't go five minutes without eating something. She has a metabolism, thank God, and if she didn't, she'd probably just exercise the fat off. She wish supermodels would share her outlook. Even the popular kids. All of them that run around bone thin make her want to shove pie in there faces and scream, "EAT, YOU MORON!"

Is she a depressed emo kid all the time? Yes. Does she act like it? No. As a matter of fact, you'll usually know when she's most depressed because she'll be bouncing off the walls. She read somewhere that when you smile, your body releases an enzyme that makes you happier. Therefore, she has this philosophy that if she acts super-hyper-crazy when she feels down, it'll cheer her up. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't, but she always tries. Fair warning: she can be pretty crazy when she gets in one of these "moods".

HISTORY

When you're living in Malibu, California, it isn't the coolest thing to be the kid of a fast-food tycoon. A fair amount of the other kids were the product of a successful business person, lawyer, banker, accountant, architect, computer nerd... even some children of retired rock stars or actors who used to be big, but were no longer and had no problem putting their kids through public school. Of course, those were the rich kids who dominated the scene. Since Too Chicken was a popular restaurant, Tori's family was pretty well off. Well off enough that Tori could, potentially, get anything she asked. However, the position of vapid cretin had already been filled in her family -- by her brother.

It wasn't always like that, of course. Back in the diaper days, Tori and Brett were two peas in a pod. In fact, Brett was the one who coined the nickname, "Tori J". He had trouble saying the "V" sound at the beginning of her name when he was little, so he just called her "Tori J", and it stuck. Tori preferred it to all her other nicknames (until the invention of Torester, which came way later) mostly because that was the period of time when Brett was like Tori's god. She utterly adored him. During that time, it seemed like the adoration was mutual. Whenever the family would up and go to the beach, Brett would hold Tori's pudgy little kid hand and walk her up to the water. He'd even lift her over the crashing waves. He called it "wave jumping". Tori would kick her little feet and laugh.

Up until Tori was in third grade, the Brett/Tori duo was inseparable. They would always play together at recess, even when the other kids tried to drag Brett away. When that happened, Brett would recite his mantra of, "If Tori J can't play, then I can't either." Because of that mantra, Tori was dragged into more than her fair share of kickball, dodgeball, and even football games. it was good experience, though. She grew up to be a tough cookie. Anyway, everything changed when Brett entered fifth grade. Which, as I mentioned earlier, was when Tori went into third. Now that he was an "upperclassmen" (at least, by elementary school standards), there was more pressure on him. And, as it turned out, Brett was quite the looker. He was flooded with all kinds of attention, from boys and girls alike. He no longer went out of his way to hang around with little Tori, and she was thrown by the wayside.

She spent the next three years going it alone. Third grade? As I already said, she was tossed by the wayside. The rest of the year, she stayed antisocial. Fourth grade? At lunch at the designated "Mexican" table. Since a lot of Mexicans worked in her father's restaurant, she knew a smattering of Spanish phrases, so she could toss off a halfhearted reply if the Mexicans ever tried to speak to her, but she never joined their conversations. Considering she wasn't fluent, she probably couldn't have, even if she wanted to. Fifth grade was the same. Even though her brother had moved on to the middle school the previous year, his shadow loomed over her. Every time Manda met a new teacher, they'd ask her, "Hey, aren't you Brett Matthew's little sister?" And the rest of the kids in her class would reminisce about "the good old days" when Brett was still an elementary student.

Sixth grade brought about changes for Tori. She came home one day and Brett caught her. Asked if she wanted to come to the beach with him. Apparently, he and a couple of guys were headed out to catch some waves. Tori blanched at the thought, but agreed when Brett promised she wouldn't have to surf. She was also excited that she got to hang out with Brett for the afternoon. Or, so she thought. Then they arrived at the beach, and Tori found out she was supposed to be a distraction for one of the other guy's little brother, who happened to be in Tori's grade. Coincidentally, another kid in their grade was out surfing with the other guys -- Asher Rinehart. The whole time Mitchel was talking to Tori, she would nod, mutter an occasional "Yeah", and incessantly stare at the tan, surprisingly buff for his age Rinehart boy. He was quite possibly the most beautiful creature Manda had ever seen.

The next day, Brett asked if Tori wanted to come to the beach again. This time, she jumped at the chance. But not for Mitchel. She was secretly hoping Asher would be there. And so it went for the next couple weeks. Then Autumn rolled around, and the water was too cold for surfing. Tori reverted back to her antisocial ways, though Mitchel wouldn't stop following her around. Tori decided to humor him. She let him follow her around, and pretended to listen when he spoke, but really, she daydreamed she was back on the beach. She crushed on Asher Rinehart from a distance until summer break. Knowing the water was warm enough for the return of the surfers, Tori walked to the beach (yes, it was in walking distance of her house) that first Monday off. Sure enough, Asher Rinehart was there. However, the crowd he hung out with had thinned out quite a bit. All the rich kids were vacationing off in Hawaii or the Bahams or whatever. Not only had the crowd of guys thinned, but also the crowd of supermodel gorgeous girls that usually swooned over them on the beach -- the types of girls Asher was more likely interested in.

That's when everything changed. Her parents told her that they were moving. MOVING! Just when she thought she could actually catch a break. Where to? Beacon Hills. So the family moved, and when they did her life had changed even for the worse. She was walking home the one night from seeing a movie and decided to take a cut through the woods, and the next thing she knew she was bitten. At first she was stunned. And then the pain hit her, she was in intense pain. Over the next few days she acted like nothing had happened. And the only thing that was good in the town to her, was the fact that her cousins Cloe and Drake lived there. But she didn't know that they were werewolves to. When she started to change she freaked out, and then she heard a voice calming her down..the alpha that had bitten her. Tyler Darkhallow.

Ever since that night, she lived with his pack..and she has still been depressed over it.

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[Derek Hale]

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