Post by DAVID MATTHEW "MATT" SMITH on Jan 26, 2011 21:24:56 GMT -5
THE HANDLER
[/SIZE]NAME: Jess
OTHER CHARACTER/S: Sam
HOW DID YOU FIND US? -YOUR MINI PROFILE
FULL NAME: David Matthew Smith
NICKNAMES: Matt, "Just Matt"; the Saint
BIRTHDATE & AGE: Jan 1, 1982 - 29
OCCUPATION: Ambulance medic
ALIGNMENT: Civilian
RESIDENCE: 150, WISTERIA FLATS
matt smith's sparsely furnished apartmentTHAT SPARKLING REFLECTION
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Brown hair and eyes. White. Average height. Thin.
He's fairly average all around...
FACE CLAIM: Taylor KitschAND THE HEART BREAKING TRUTH
PERSONALITY: this could include general demeanor, likes/dislikes, strength/weaknesses. Whatever takes your fancy, as long as you know who your character is.
Matt is a very quiet person, often described by others as shy. He is also highly intelligent, with a good memory for little details.
He comes across as a bit of a loner. He'll be polite enough in most situations, though if you anger him, he'll turn downright icy.
Despite this, he is highly respected by his coworkers, and many of the staff at Mulberry Private. He has a sweet smile, when he cares to smile, and seems to have a way with patients. Even the most severely injured patients seem to pull through, if he's attended to them. One of his coworkers jokingly referred to him as 'the saint' in the lunch room, and it stuck - though no one calls him that to his face.
To look at him, you would ever guess he is a serial murderer.
When choosing his victims, he is fairly analytical. Occasionally he'll target someone out of revenge - a friend or relative of someone who has gotten in his way - but usually it is down to random chance and opportunity.
AUGMENTATION: healing, level four
1. ACCELERATED HEALING. First level Healers can only heal small wounds such as cuts, bruises, etc.
2. REGENERATION. Second level Healers can heal more intricate wounds, as well as internal things like headaches, hemorrhaging, etc.
3. VACCINATION. Third level Healers can cure diseases, and even cancer.
4. HEALING. Fourth level Healers can heal people that are close to death.
Please see History for augment details
FAMILY: David Smith, father, deceased
Martha Smith, mother, deceased
HISTORY:
David Matthew Smith was literally the first infect born, though no one has ever suspected him to be one. Living in an isolated town in the central US, he fell through the cracks of the Juniper paper trail.
He was young, maybe four or five, the first time he used his power. It started so innocently. Mummy was hurting, and he wanted to make her feel better - so he hugged her. He concentrated, willing her to feel better, and somehow it worked. The welts on her forearms scabbed over; the red hand-print across her cheek faded. All young Matt noticed was that she stirred from her sleep to give him a smile and a hug. If he felt tired afterwards, he didn't notice; crying tended to wear him out.
A few years later, it was a bird with a broken wing. It had tried to fly away, but he coaxed it to him, and soothed it gently. He healed it that day, letting little bits of his power soak into its broken bones and torn flesh with each stroke. He beamed with happiness - and then it broke his heart by flying away.
When he was ten, he was yet again trying to make Mummy better. But this time, it didn't work. He felt the bones knit; the impossible angle of her neck straightened. But her dull eyes wouldn't look at him; no sad smile curled her lips.
He made his first kill that day; the drunk, angry man at the top of the stairs, the one whose name he shared. He waited until his father fell into a drunken stupor, then pressed a pillow over his face. It wasn't long before the rise and fall of his chest stopped.
A neighbour found little David Jr crying in the snow. The police were unable to find a cause of death for either parent, but there was no one left to care. The case was left unsolved and Matt was shuffled into foster care.
His foster parents weren't cruel... just indifferent. He was one of many they cared for, and quiet 'Matt' got lost among the demands of his rowdier foster siblings.
He killed again, as a young teen. He didn't intend to. The thought of it still makes him sick. A stray dog ran up and bit him, and in shock he kicked it. There was a crunch as the dog's head hit the corner of a building. Matt was devastated; even more so when he realised that, even though he could knit the bones and flesh, the dog would never move again.
At age 18, he left his crumbling home town, never to return. He worked odd jobs, scrimping and saving to earn enough to go to college. He suspected he might be one of the infected; but he never told anyone.
One night, half-drunk, he followed a pretty girl on the street. She was half-drunk - likely more than half - when they stumbled down a deserted alley together. She leaned against the wall, eyes closed as he clumsily kissed her, ran his fingers up her arm, over her shoulder, traced patterns on her smooth neck... and then began to choke her. She was nearly unconscious, too drunk to fight, and he smothered her screams with a kiss.
It thrilled him a little, the rush of power he gained in ending her life. And as he soothed away the marks of his fingers, he smiled.
A druggie who lived behind a garbage tip further down the alley was arrested for her murder, though no one could figure out cause of death - there was not a mark on her, after all.
Matt worked hard at uni, won himself a scholarship, and became a medic. He would town-hop, travelling each time he saved enough money... sometimes leaving a body or three behind.
He has been in Primrose Hills for almost a year now, working quietly away at his job. He killed one boy, coming across him deep in the woods late at night... but no one seems to have noticed. Matt didn't realise, but Juniper, Vervain and Thistle each blamed one of the other three, and hushed it up.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
