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ssjmihoshi) wrote2012-03-06 03:35 pm
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Matthew's Bio & Continuity
The 2nd of characters recently appearing in my logs, Matthew showed up in my head one day... stark naked. It was quite an interesting experience getting to know him, as I hadn't had a completely original character in years. Eventually as he began to talk his history lined up exactly with every character trait that initially appeared. Proving once again I'm only a stones-throw away from multiple-personalities. XD
Name: Matthew Shianee (Mah-thew Shyah-ne)
Gender: male
Age: actual: ~83 physical: 29
Race: Voyaen
Height: 6'11"
Hair: black
Eyes: Naturally green; his right eye is now a glowing purple orb.
Home Universe: futuristic sci-fi universe
Reference Pictures: Character Sheet, Various Sketches
Description: Most of Matthew's features are covered in layers of cloth; all one can tell about him at first glance is that he's tall and built like a refrigerator. He has a wide jaw and nose, and his posture and alert eyes peg him as ex-military for anyone observant enough to notice. His straight black hair is pulled to the right side of his face, covering the ear and eye on that side, and held in place by a blue clip with 3 peacock-like wires sticking off of it.
Matthew's clothing consists of a blue vest over a decorated white shift long enough to cover his hands. A wide obi is secured by velcro around his waist with a few ribbons hanging from it. But this is just the mask. The real story is underneath. For all intents and purposes it looks like the standard armor for the Voyaeri infantry, but with one important difference: instead of nanomachines it is constructed from rubber and kevlar. It also lacks the regiment ID number usually found on the left side of the chest. Matthew is not sure why he keeps wearing this suit since it immediately marks him as the deserter he is. He writes it off as being more durable than any other clothes he could wear, though it is more likely that he cannot let go of the things he has done while wearing it.
Because of a traumatic incident in his past Matthew's body is now charged with anti-technology magic that disintegrates any circuitry he touches. The effect is most prominent around his right hand, but can spread to his entire body (and even to a small aura around it) when stressed or angry. Because of this he always avoids touching things until he gets an idea of the technology level of the culture.
The curse placed on him also has another side effect: he can no longer age or die. His body will continually regenerate, though the healing rate has not been altered. It will take him months to grow back an arm, and years to recover from brain damage. That is, if he can obtain decent meals. Because of the Nexus' Anti-Violence Field his curse is neutralized. Matthew is not certain if that means he can actually die.
Matthew is trained in hand-to-hand combat as well as automatic and semi-automatic weapons and grenades.
Distinguishing Features: Matthew's right eye is a hollow black socket that seems to be impossibly deep, within which sits a glowing purple orb. (While in the Nexus this orb is gone, leaving him completely blind on his right side.) Black lightning-esque scars wind their way from the socket to his right ear, which has been mostly blown off. The scars continue down his right arm to the place where his ID chip would have been; this looks like it has been blown right out of his skin. His right palm is completely black.
Matthew's hearing and vision are severely impaired on his right side. Because of his condition he has trained himself to be left-handed, and now does everything that way except for fighting.
His wedding ring still sits on his left hand.
Personality: Matthew tries to be as calm as possible. Agitation is a sure-fire way to amp up his ability, so he puts on the air of the quiet confident stranger, avoiding conflict until the last moment. This sometimes conflicts with the military training still ingrained in his mind and body. The regeneration even goes so far as to preserve strength and muscle memory, so he doesn't even have to train anymore. Often he reacts to perceived attacks before he realizes it, making it hard to keep his cover and his cool. Even if he doesn't have time for physical exercise, Matthew makes a point to do Tai Chi every morning. Alone, and naked if possible. It's a very personal ritual designed to help him unwind and steel himself for the day ahead. Especially useful after a post-traumatic-stress-induced nightmare.
But he still likes the feeling of training, pushing his limits. It makes him feel as if he still has them, that he deserves this body he's been given. Recently everything has felt too easy, too common. He doesn't have a goal or purpose other than running from the Federation. So he's begun to latch onto causes with little reason.
Likes: spicy foods, naked Tai Chi, the color blue, brown fur, happy children
Dislikes: being snuck up on, destroying things on accident, the fact that he can't use teleporters anymore(they make his anti-tech magic go haywire), being used, magic, space pirates
History: Of all the myriad planets the Voyaen sought to colonize, Kakir held the prestigious title of being the only one to ever reject their technological wonders. The Kakir people were a shamanic race who liked their simple way of life and were more than willing to retaliate when the Voyaen shoved their "newer is better" philosophy down their throats. Seeing this as business as usual, the Voyaen gathered a sizable military to take the planet by force. They decimated the tribal warriors; a victory seemed secure until the Shamans arrived. Shamans with the magic to control the very weather itself.
With the help of the Shamans and their fantastic magical beasts, the Kakir turned the tide of the battle, forcing the Voyaen, for the first time, to rethink their pride. As a last act of defiance, they pulled one of the few surviving infantry lieutenants from the battlefield and positioned him on a high platform for all to see. Holding him up by the hair, the head shaman plunged his ceremonial staff into the man's right eye. The anti-technology magic of the staff surged through the man, and at once his earpiece, identity chip, and every last nanobot in his combat suit exploded into a fine purple mist. The shamans left the smoking corpse behind, as did the Voyaen military. As they filed past it, every Kakir scoffed at the pathetic, naked corpse. It was kicked, spat upon, beaten, and cursed in the worst way the simple people could imagine: "May you never rejoin the Great Circle."
Now words are a very powerful thing. Perhaps those of one man may not seem to affect much, but on that day, as every mind of the Kakir race thought and spoke the same hateful wish, something took notice.
And so, hours after the last combatants had left, and the only movement on the battlefield was that of the scavengers picking the bodies clean, the unlucky man simply... got up. As you may have guessed, that man was Matthew. But then, he wouldn't have been in a position to tell you his name, let alone how or why he got up. Imagine the surprise of the ensign on the orbital platform's monitoring station as he saw the allegedly dead lieutenant stumble up to the fleet beacon. The commanding officer ordered his immediate teleport onto the flagship. And that's when everything went to hell.
As he arrived in the transport bay, the new energy in Matthew's body became amplified by that in the teleporter. It ran wild through the equipment, causing millions of credits in damage... and the lives of everyone in the bay. The only thing Matthew remembered as the smoke cleared was a line of his comrades filling the doorway and leveling their rifles at him.
The Voyaen generals got him off the spacecraft and onto solid ground as fast as possible. It didn't take them long to realize the benefits of an immortal secret weapon, especially one whose massive brain damage made him as docile as a kitten. But for an immortal secret weapon, everything heals eventually. Matthew became disgusted by what he was doing and escaped. Since then he has wandered the galaxy aimlessly. It is only recently that he has acquired something resembling motivation. Or perhaps not so very recently; he can't keep track of the time anymore.
At any rate, once he learned of his wife's death at the hands of space pirates Matthew has made it his mission to destroy any and all he comes in contact with. Of course that means possibly being inside their ship when it inevitably goes haywire, but at this point it's a risk he doesn't mind taking.
After one of his raids he stepped through a burning airlock to find... the Nexus. He is currently living in Aiofe's brownstone, but is quickly growing bored and disillusioned once more.
Stories
(in chronological order)
Man on Fire
Next Steps
Too Convenient
Never Go Home
Nexus POI
Better Half
Name: Matthew Shianee (Mah-thew Shyah-ne)
Gender: male
Age: actual: ~83 physical: 29
Race: Voyaen
Height: 6'11"
Hair: black
Eyes: Naturally green; his right eye is now a glowing purple orb.
Home Universe: futuristic sci-fi universe
Reference Pictures: Character Sheet, Various Sketches
Description: Most of Matthew's features are covered in layers of cloth; all one can tell about him at first glance is that he's tall and built like a refrigerator. He has a wide jaw and nose, and his posture and alert eyes peg him as ex-military for anyone observant enough to notice. His straight black hair is pulled to the right side of his face, covering the ear and eye on that side, and held in place by a blue clip with 3 peacock-like wires sticking off of it.
Matthew's clothing consists of a blue vest over a decorated white shift long enough to cover his hands. A wide obi is secured by velcro around his waist with a few ribbons hanging from it. But this is just the mask. The real story is underneath. For all intents and purposes it looks like the standard armor for the Voyaeri infantry, but with one important difference: instead of nanomachines it is constructed from rubber and kevlar. It also lacks the regiment ID number usually found on the left side of the chest. Matthew is not sure why he keeps wearing this suit since it immediately marks him as the deserter he is. He writes it off as being more durable than any other clothes he could wear, though it is more likely that he cannot let go of the things he has done while wearing it.
Because of a traumatic incident in his past Matthew's body is now charged with anti-technology magic that disintegrates any circuitry he touches. The effect is most prominent around his right hand, but can spread to his entire body (and even to a small aura around it) when stressed or angry. Because of this he always avoids touching things until he gets an idea of the technology level of the culture.
The curse placed on him also has another side effect: he can no longer age or die. His body will continually regenerate, though the healing rate has not been altered. It will take him months to grow back an arm, and years to recover from brain damage. That is, if he can obtain decent meals. Because of the Nexus' Anti-Violence Field his curse is neutralized. Matthew is not certain if that means he can actually die.
Matthew is trained in hand-to-hand combat as well as automatic and semi-automatic weapons and grenades.
Distinguishing Features: Matthew's right eye is a hollow black socket that seems to be impossibly deep, within which sits a glowing purple orb. (While in the Nexus this orb is gone, leaving him completely blind on his right side.) Black lightning-esque scars wind their way from the socket to his right ear, which has been mostly blown off. The scars continue down his right arm to the place where his ID chip would have been; this looks like it has been blown right out of his skin. His right palm is completely black.
Matthew's hearing and vision are severely impaired on his right side. Because of his condition he has trained himself to be left-handed, and now does everything that way except for fighting.
His wedding ring still sits on his left hand.
Personality: Matthew tries to be as calm as possible. Agitation is a sure-fire way to amp up his ability, so he puts on the air of the quiet confident stranger, avoiding conflict until the last moment. This sometimes conflicts with the military training still ingrained in his mind and body. The regeneration even goes so far as to preserve strength and muscle memory, so he doesn't even have to train anymore. Often he reacts to perceived attacks before he realizes it, making it hard to keep his cover and his cool. Even if he doesn't have time for physical exercise, Matthew makes a point to do Tai Chi every morning. Alone, and naked if possible. It's a very personal ritual designed to help him unwind and steel himself for the day ahead. Especially useful after a post-traumatic-stress-induced nightmare.
But he still likes the feeling of training, pushing his limits. It makes him feel as if he still has them, that he deserves this body he's been given. Recently everything has felt too easy, too common. He doesn't have a goal or purpose other than running from the Federation. So he's begun to latch onto causes with little reason.
Likes: spicy foods, naked Tai Chi, the color blue, brown fur, happy children
Dislikes: being snuck up on, destroying things on accident, the fact that he can't use teleporters anymore(they make his anti-tech magic go haywire), being used, magic, space pirates
History: Of all the myriad planets the Voyaen sought to colonize, Kakir held the prestigious title of being the only one to ever reject their technological wonders. The Kakir people were a shamanic race who liked their simple way of life and were more than willing to retaliate when the Voyaen shoved their "newer is better" philosophy down their throats. Seeing this as business as usual, the Voyaen gathered a sizable military to take the planet by force. They decimated the tribal warriors; a victory seemed secure until the Shamans arrived. Shamans with the magic to control the very weather itself.
With the help of the Shamans and their fantastic magical beasts, the Kakir turned the tide of the battle, forcing the Voyaen, for the first time, to rethink their pride. As a last act of defiance, they pulled one of the few surviving infantry lieutenants from the battlefield and positioned him on a high platform for all to see. Holding him up by the hair, the head shaman plunged his ceremonial staff into the man's right eye. The anti-technology magic of the staff surged through the man, and at once his earpiece, identity chip, and every last nanobot in his combat suit exploded into a fine purple mist. The shamans left the smoking corpse behind, as did the Voyaen military. As they filed past it, every Kakir scoffed at the pathetic, naked corpse. It was kicked, spat upon, beaten, and cursed in the worst way the simple people could imagine: "May you never rejoin the Great Circle."
Now words are a very powerful thing. Perhaps those of one man may not seem to affect much, but on that day, as every mind of the Kakir race thought and spoke the same hateful wish, something took notice.
And so, hours after the last combatants had left, and the only movement on the battlefield was that of the scavengers picking the bodies clean, the unlucky man simply... got up. As you may have guessed, that man was Matthew. But then, he wouldn't have been in a position to tell you his name, let alone how or why he got up. Imagine the surprise of the ensign on the orbital platform's monitoring station as he saw the allegedly dead lieutenant stumble up to the fleet beacon. The commanding officer ordered his immediate teleport onto the flagship. And that's when everything went to hell.
As he arrived in the transport bay, the new energy in Matthew's body became amplified by that in the teleporter. It ran wild through the equipment, causing millions of credits in damage... and the lives of everyone in the bay. The only thing Matthew remembered as the smoke cleared was a line of his comrades filling the doorway and leveling their rifles at him.
The Voyaen generals got him off the spacecraft and onto solid ground as fast as possible. It didn't take them long to realize the benefits of an immortal secret weapon, especially one whose massive brain damage made him as docile as a kitten. But for an immortal secret weapon, everything heals eventually. Matthew became disgusted by what he was doing and escaped. Since then he has wandered the galaxy aimlessly. It is only recently that he has acquired something resembling motivation. Or perhaps not so very recently; he can't keep track of the time anymore.
At any rate, once he learned of his wife's death at the hands of space pirates Matthew has made it his mission to destroy any and all he comes in contact with. Of course that means possibly being inside their ship when it inevitably goes haywire, but at this point it's a risk he doesn't mind taking.
After one of his raids he stepped through a burning airlock to find... the Nexus. He is currently living in Aiofe's brownstone, but is quickly growing bored and disillusioned once more.
(in chronological order)
Man on Fire
Next Steps
Too Convenient
Never Go Home
Nexus POI
Better Half