Post by Mathew Amtrum on Mar 1, 2009 23:25:33 GMT -5
Basic Information[/u]
Name: Mathew Scott Amtrum
Age/Grade: 17/senior
Height: 6'3
Weight:195 lbs
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Hair
Pastime Information
Hobbies/Talents/Skills: Fighting, writing, manipulation, debating, sewing, singing, and dancing.
Sports: N/A
Clubs: Former Drama Student and former editor of the school newspaper at PHS #552
Gangs: The Reapers
Misc.: N/A
Mental Information
Personality: The best way to describe Mathew would be ambitious. He always has a goal and when he doesn't he finds one. He is cunning and ruthless using people to get what he wants without a second thought as to whether it is right or wrong. He is willing to sway people with words or to use force to get them out of his way or to get them to do what he wants.
He has a tendency to be a bit moody and brooding. He tends to have a lot on his mind and when interrupted can get very violent. While he isn't "evil" to be "evil" he mostly does it because he is bored or it is the easiest way to get what he wants. Unlike many people that are considered the "brooding" type Mathew is actually quite charismatic and charming when he wants to be.
Despite his rough and tough attitude he isn't all that bad to those that he is close with and even with some that he is dealing with. He has his own personal code of honor which he holds to. After all without some order then everything falls to ruin. Mathew will not betray unless he thinks they are going to betray him. He will not lie. Though he won't always say the whole truth. And if he says he will have something done he will do everything he can to have it done. That goes from promises to threats. After all trust is an important thing to build if you are working with people and they carry over to threats.
With those close to him he is very kind. Definitely the kind of guy you want on your side. He is helpful and giving not to mention willing to go out of his way to aid a friend in need. With his girls though he is even better. One to dote on his girl he does what he can to make her happy from buying things to letting her have her way. Though he isn't whipped despite what you might say because when it comes to something that he actually does care about he will put his foot down. On this same note he is very protective of his girls and is not afraid to beat the living shit out of someone that he thinks is bugging them, hurting them, or about to hurt them.
Likes: Music, the smell of pickles, the feeling of ironed boxer shorts, stand up comedy, power.
Dislikes: Over zealous hero wannabees, seafood, people disrespecting him, bees.
Mentality/Ideal/Belief: Anti Social Personality Disorder (Conduct Disorder until 18) / An Iron hand is ultimately the only way to create lasting peace. / Jewish (non practicing).
Physical Information
Build: Toned and muscular
Defining Marks: Scar running down from his right eye down to his lip. A scar running from his left shoulder to his right hip. Branding of a three part yin yang on the back of his neck.
Description: Mathew's light brown bangs fall down to eye level making hims constantly brushing it to the side with a fluid motion of his hand. His unkempt hair gives him a certain charm of a man that has yet to be tamed. This is only magnified by his green eyes that always seem to be alight with a fiery passion deep within. His face is almost always covered with a smile that sends the message that he saw a joke that no one else had caught on to yet and that he found it hilarious. This feature could be taken as cocky and even mean and sarcastic or it can be taken to mean that he isn't serious when he talks. Like most things it all comes down to perspective.
The only physical feature that ever really draws attention from others would be the scar on his face. A thin white scar runs down from the bottom of his right eye to the tip of his mouth. Lucky for Mathew it does not actually reach his eyeball so his eye is completely fine. He has a similar scar on his back that goes from his left shoulder to his right hip.
When it comes to clothing Mathew is one for simplicity. Normally he will wear a simple shirt of a dark color, though he favors black. This would be accompanied by loose fitting pants with a leather belt keeping it from becoming annoying by sliding down. All of this is topped off by Mathew's Earth Dragon Coat that he had claimed from Tiel. When it comes to shoes he prefers something that is sturdy but with comfortable soles. Something that he can wear for a long time. And while at first glance all of his clothing look nice and well kept on a closer inspection it would be easy to notice that his shoes tend to be scuffed and his clothing have obviously seen their fare share of trouble. Despite his love for Dark colors he doesn't really give off the vibe of someone that is depressed or emo. It is more of a matter of comfort
Finally like most people Mathew is right handed and thus when he opens a door or picks something up or even writes a note it will be his right hand that does it unless the situation calls for a left handed use. This also means that when he needs to jump in a reflexive motion or pivot to dodge something like a water balloon nine times out of ten it will be to his right.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Freestyle
Years Practiced: 5
Description of style: Mathew has no professional style when fighting but he does fight a lot and has made a routine for himself that uses a mix of break dance moves as well as punches and kicks. He prefers to strike low with kicks and react to the fighter in front of him if possible to get them in to a position to break a bone or two. He is not afraid to rush right in there and force a grapple. And if he does he is as likely to slam his knee in to your groin as he is to slam your head against the ground.
Mathew has no problem using what is around him as a makeshift weapon. All that matters is winning and coming out on top. Smashing a kid's face in to a locker, or throwing sand in a kid's eyes are all the same to him. A tactic is a tactic.
Overall Strengths: Mathew's biggest strength, aside from his durability would be his cunning. He is able to read a situation quickly and easily finding a way to turn any situation to his advantage. That includes combat when he sees a weapon in anything around him from trash to the ground. This makes him a deadly opponent in almost any environment.
Also highly skilled in counter attacks Mathew can normally find a way to get out of an attack and counter with brutal efficiency. His attacks are quick and to the point, made to be highly damaging and take out an enemy quickly.
Overall Weaknesses: As someone that is used to not getting hurt he is careless, letting attacks land against him just to show off that he can shrug off the damage. This means that he takes more hits then he has to since Dodging is not normally his first instinct anymore. Being so highly feared has made it so many people avoid fighting with him so he has also become very cocky not believing that anyone can really stand up to him, other then the few people that he considers an equal.
Being over cocky and overconfident and wrapped up in his own honor he refuses to back down as a point of pride. Expecting everyone else to bend to him even when the other person has the upper hand in a fight. Retreat is almost never an option for him. He would rather be broken down and ripped apart then flee, believing in going down to the bitter end.
History Information
History: Mathew wasn't always the way he is now; he used to be a very kind and sweet boy, one that would do what he was told and never put a toe out of line. He was the only son of a well to-do family, a blessing if you will. His Father William Amtrum served in the FBI as a field agent. Basically this meant that another man and he go off and try to close down drug rings and such but then never really found "The Big One", a bust that would get them recognition. The most they got were small little nothing rings, something that turned out to be an apartment building at most, things that you would expect of the normal police not the FBI to bust. He didn't get any big assignments and he certainly never made it high in their ranks. The most that a mediocre agent like him could hope for would be to stumble on something and make his name that way.
William had married at a young age to his high school sweetheart. She had been in his biology class and after three months of her being his partner he asked her out. Timing had never been his thing (as he asked her out while dissecting a pig) but despite that she had said yes. All through their high school years they went out, both with dreams for the future. It was fortunate for them that both of their dreams led them to the same place; that place was of course the FBI, and the day that William got accepted in to the academy was the day he asked Susan to marry him. Once again she said yes and they were husband and wife a mere two months later.
While in combat training in the academy William was in an accident that lead to a blunt testicular trauma, according to the doctors this rendered him sterile more-or-less. With this knowledge he and his young wife Susan began to talk about adoption, she had always wanted a kid of her own and this had seemed like the best option, and yet neither of them wanted to give up their career in order to be a stay-at-home parent. He still had his dreams of becoming a local legend in the bureau and Susan was also working with the FBI as a biologist in the forensics department working on things like DNA matching and the like. Don't jump to conclusions though, neither of them was as interesting as they seemed. Needless to say that when she found out that by some chance she had become pregnant both William and Susan were unprepared and unwilling to deal with it. Abortion, however, was not an option as both of them were strongly against it. In the end they decided to keep the young child and have family and sitters take care of him. Of all these people his oldest cousin on his mother’s side was his favorite.
His cousin was named Jimothy Clavish and for the most part he was a pretty friendly guy. He didn't mind hanging out with Mathew even though the boy was younger than he was. Like most kids Mathew needed some type of male role model in his life and Jimothy was it. He was Mathew’s hero and he always knew what was best. They used to talk and play outside for hours at a time. Mathew learned how to fight from fake fighting him, and later decided to use it in a more serious fashion. Again, like many young boys he began to imitate his hero in mannerism and speech; young Mathew was soon quite a diplomatic child and like Jimothy he was able to get most people to do what he wanted one way or another. However both Mathew and Jimothy still had vastly different upbringings. Jimothy was poor and had to learn to make do with what he had. He had a very strong moral base and expected others to have that same moral fiber. On the other hand Mathew was "rich" compared to him and was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. While he did try to live up to the image of his hero he found himself always falling short of Jimothy’s expectations. Not only did he feel bad when he did something that wasn't always the "right" thing, he had to deal with Jimothy's holier-than-thou attitude. Oh he wouldn't yell, but his disappointment was like a knife to the young Mathew.
The largest one of these would be when Mathew was about ten years old and his mother had taken a vacation from work for the holidays. She had just finished the dessert she had been baking, a delicious pumpkin pie, which was then sitting on the counter cooling. He asked her if he could have a piece since he was hungry, and of course she said no, he would have to wait like everyone else. Well that didn't bode well for the young Mathew, and when he had the chance he stole the pie. Not just a slice but the whole pie to punish them for not giving him what he wanted. Jimothy saw this as he entered from the other side of the kitchen and watched Mathew go out the other way oblivious to his presence. So Jimothy did the "right" thing and informed Susan that Mathew had stolen and had started to eat the pie. When caught Mathew was grounded for three months and was not allowed at Thanksgiving Dinner. Not only that but his father took all of his electronic games and music and destroyed them with a baseball bat, he was not allowed to have an escape for his punishment.
He was devastated - not so much for the punishment but for the fact that his hero Jimothy had betrayed him, sold him out to his parents, his own flesh and blood. It didn't matter if Mathew had it coming or if he was in the wrong, that wasn't the point. The point was that he had been betrayed by the person that meant the most to him. His role model was nothing but a dirty backstabbing liar. All that talk of always being there for him was a load of crap and now Mathew knew it. He hated Jimothy from that day forward and like most young minds tend to do his mind twisted the event. He became even more of a victim and it had been a plot by Jimothy to get him in trouble. He had always been jealous of all the things that Mathew had because his parents made more money, always envied Mathew his material possessions. All their years of friendship had just been a ploy to stab him when his back was turned. He wanted Jimothy dead. In fact he refused to call him by Jimothy after that day but instead called him Endrin, a pesticide, something that would fit his poisonous nature. Show that he was little more than a cancer and just destroys those around him.
With the loss of his hero he began to look elsewhere for someone to look up too and began to sneak out at night and hang with the punks that did the same. They did all kinds of things out in the night. They would break in to cars and steal stereos, they would knock over mailboxes and steal cats that wandered around, they were a band of petty thugs and the leader of this group. Alexander, who was around 22 at the time Mathew was 10, was his new idol. Unlike Endrin this man was a real role model, someone worthy to look up to. He didn't take anyone's shit and if someone stood in his way he would beat their ass down. While some would call Alexander a thug or even a criminal Mathew knew that he was strong and only the strongest were fit to lead.
For three years Mathew was a part of this gang and as time passed his behavior worsened until his parents practically disowned him. Not legally, and he still lived with them, but they just became detached. They tried to act like he didn't exist and started taking to trying to beat some sense in to him since more "civilized" means seemed to do nothing. But this just made him resent his parents more then ever and bound him to his "gang." They were his true family and his only friends; they understood him and wouldn't leave him hanging like Endrin did so long ago.
It wasn't until one night when he was 13 did they "trust" him enough to take him to meet their contact. He was unaware that this contact was a drug dealer and without thinking he followed them blindly. Their meeting spot was in an old junkyard, and the spot that they had picked out was in the shadow of a large tractor and piles of scrap metal that seemed to have gleaming sharp edges in the moonlight. The contact (a very large and shady looking fellow with two other shifty looking guys) stood across from them and just as business was concluding a strange noise came from one of the guys in the "gang". He had been caught shooting up heroine by the cops the other week and in order to get let off lightly they demanded that he help them; he ended up at the meeting with a wire. Enraged the drug dealer and his men pulled out guns as did Alexander. He shoved Mathew back causing the sharp metal to slice open his back from his right hip up to his left shoulder. His head had slammed against the tractor as well and the last thing he heard was gunshots from one of the guns.
He was awoken the next morning in the hospital. Apparently the owner of the junkyard had found him in the morning. He had bandages around him covering up where the metal had sliced him as well as one on his face covering his right eye. When he fell a piece of scrap had also cut his face barely missing his actual eye. He was lucky to still have his full vision, as it turned out. During the day the cops came and asked him about the evening which he told them unable to really comprehend that his friends would be getting in trouble for this. His parents visited him as well and took him home the next day. They were more detached then ever after that and his father started to take up drinking. They had given up on him. Their "gift" was now unwanted and left to rot for all they seemed to care. He was sent to PHS # 552 in hopes to straighten him out, though these were only half hopes since they felt at this point he was a lost cause. And perhaps he was lost as shortly after his enrollment he found himself in another gang, the Reign of Blood.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Large House that is "owned" by one of his fake identities.
Roommates: Linda
Cases Against The Faculty: 5
Cases Of Hurting Students: 58
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "Put my earmuffs on the cupcake, Jenkins."
Name: Mathew Scott Amtrum
Age/Grade: 17/senior
Height: 6'3
Weight:195 lbs
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Eye Color: Green
Hair: Hair
Pastime Information
Hobbies/Talents/Skills: Fighting, writing, manipulation, debating, sewing, singing, and dancing.
Sports: N/A
Clubs: Former Drama Student and former editor of the school newspaper at PHS #552
Gangs: The Reapers
Misc.: N/A
Mental Information
Personality: The best way to describe Mathew would be ambitious. He always has a goal and when he doesn't he finds one. He is cunning and ruthless using people to get what he wants without a second thought as to whether it is right or wrong. He is willing to sway people with words or to use force to get them out of his way or to get them to do what he wants.
He has a tendency to be a bit moody and brooding. He tends to have a lot on his mind and when interrupted can get very violent. While he isn't "evil" to be "evil" he mostly does it because he is bored or it is the easiest way to get what he wants. Unlike many people that are considered the "brooding" type Mathew is actually quite charismatic and charming when he wants to be.
Despite his rough and tough attitude he isn't all that bad to those that he is close with and even with some that he is dealing with. He has his own personal code of honor which he holds to. After all without some order then everything falls to ruin. Mathew will not betray unless he thinks they are going to betray him. He will not lie. Though he won't always say the whole truth. And if he says he will have something done he will do everything he can to have it done. That goes from promises to threats. After all trust is an important thing to build if you are working with people and they carry over to threats.
With those close to him he is very kind. Definitely the kind of guy you want on your side. He is helpful and giving not to mention willing to go out of his way to aid a friend in need. With his girls though he is even better. One to dote on his girl he does what he can to make her happy from buying things to letting her have her way. Though he isn't whipped despite what you might say because when it comes to something that he actually does care about he will put his foot down. On this same note he is very protective of his girls and is not afraid to beat the living shit out of someone that he thinks is bugging them, hurting them, or about to hurt them.
Likes: Music, the smell of pickles, the feeling of ironed boxer shorts, stand up comedy, power.
Dislikes: Over zealous hero wannabees, seafood, people disrespecting him, bees.
Mentality/Ideal/Belief: Anti Social Personality Disorder (Conduct Disorder until 18) / An Iron hand is ultimately the only way to create lasting peace. / Jewish (non practicing).
Physical Information
Build: Toned and muscular
Defining Marks: Scar running down from his right eye down to his lip. A scar running from his left shoulder to his right hip. Branding of a three part yin yang on the back of his neck.
Description: Mathew's light brown bangs fall down to eye level making hims constantly brushing it to the side with a fluid motion of his hand. His unkempt hair gives him a certain charm of a man that has yet to be tamed. This is only magnified by his green eyes that always seem to be alight with a fiery passion deep within. His face is almost always covered with a smile that sends the message that he saw a joke that no one else had caught on to yet and that he found it hilarious. This feature could be taken as cocky and even mean and sarcastic or it can be taken to mean that he isn't serious when he talks. Like most things it all comes down to perspective.
The only physical feature that ever really draws attention from others would be the scar on his face. A thin white scar runs down from the bottom of his right eye to the tip of his mouth. Lucky for Mathew it does not actually reach his eyeball so his eye is completely fine. He has a similar scar on his back that goes from his left shoulder to his right hip.
When it comes to clothing Mathew is one for simplicity. Normally he will wear a simple shirt of a dark color, though he favors black. This would be accompanied by loose fitting pants with a leather belt keeping it from becoming annoying by sliding down. All of this is topped off by Mathew's Earth Dragon Coat that he had claimed from Tiel. When it comes to shoes he prefers something that is sturdy but with comfortable soles. Something that he can wear for a long time. And while at first glance all of his clothing look nice and well kept on a closer inspection it would be easy to notice that his shoes tend to be scuffed and his clothing have obviously seen their fare share of trouble. Despite his love for Dark colors he doesn't really give off the vibe of someone that is depressed or emo. It is more of a matter of comfort
Finally like most people Mathew is right handed and thus when he opens a door or picks something up or even writes a note it will be his right hand that does it unless the situation calls for a left handed use. This also means that when he needs to jump in a reflexive motion or pivot to dodge something like a water balloon nine times out of ten it will be to his right.
Fighting Information
Fighting Style: Freestyle
Years Practiced: 5
Description of style: Mathew has no professional style when fighting but he does fight a lot and has made a routine for himself that uses a mix of break dance moves as well as punches and kicks. He prefers to strike low with kicks and react to the fighter in front of him if possible to get them in to a position to break a bone or two. He is not afraid to rush right in there and force a grapple. And if he does he is as likely to slam his knee in to your groin as he is to slam your head against the ground.
Mathew has no problem using what is around him as a makeshift weapon. All that matters is winning and coming out on top. Smashing a kid's face in to a locker, or throwing sand in a kid's eyes are all the same to him. A tactic is a tactic.
Overall Strengths: Mathew's biggest strength, aside from his durability would be his cunning. He is able to read a situation quickly and easily finding a way to turn any situation to his advantage. That includes combat when he sees a weapon in anything around him from trash to the ground. This makes him a deadly opponent in almost any environment.
Also highly skilled in counter attacks Mathew can normally find a way to get out of an attack and counter with brutal efficiency. His attacks are quick and to the point, made to be highly damaging and take out an enemy quickly.
Overall Weaknesses: As someone that is used to not getting hurt he is careless, letting attacks land against him just to show off that he can shrug off the damage. This means that he takes more hits then he has to since Dodging is not normally his first instinct anymore. Being so highly feared has made it so many people avoid fighting with him so he has also become very cocky not believing that anyone can really stand up to him, other then the few people that he considers an equal.
Being over cocky and overconfident and wrapped up in his own honor he refuses to back down as a point of pride. Expecting everyone else to bend to him even when the other person has the upper hand in a fight. Retreat is almost never an option for him. He would rather be broken down and ripped apart then flee, believing in going down to the bitter end.
History Information
History: Mathew wasn't always the way he is now; he used to be a very kind and sweet boy, one that would do what he was told and never put a toe out of line. He was the only son of a well to-do family, a blessing if you will. His Father William Amtrum served in the FBI as a field agent. Basically this meant that another man and he go off and try to close down drug rings and such but then never really found "The Big One", a bust that would get them recognition. The most they got were small little nothing rings, something that turned out to be an apartment building at most, things that you would expect of the normal police not the FBI to bust. He didn't get any big assignments and he certainly never made it high in their ranks. The most that a mediocre agent like him could hope for would be to stumble on something and make his name that way.
William had married at a young age to his high school sweetheart. She had been in his biology class and after three months of her being his partner he asked her out. Timing had never been his thing (as he asked her out while dissecting a pig) but despite that she had said yes. All through their high school years they went out, both with dreams for the future. It was fortunate for them that both of their dreams led them to the same place; that place was of course the FBI, and the day that William got accepted in to the academy was the day he asked Susan to marry him. Once again she said yes and they were husband and wife a mere two months later.
While in combat training in the academy William was in an accident that lead to a blunt testicular trauma, according to the doctors this rendered him sterile more-or-less. With this knowledge he and his young wife Susan began to talk about adoption, she had always wanted a kid of her own and this had seemed like the best option, and yet neither of them wanted to give up their career in order to be a stay-at-home parent. He still had his dreams of becoming a local legend in the bureau and Susan was also working with the FBI as a biologist in the forensics department working on things like DNA matching and the like. Don't jump to conclusions though, neither of them was as interesting as they seemed. Needless to say that when she found out that by some chance she had become pregnant both William and Susan were unprepared and unwilling to deal with it. Abortion, however, was not an option as both of them were strongly against it. In the end they decided to keep the young child and have family and sitters take care of him. Of all these people his oldest cousin on his mother’s side was his favorite.
His cousin was named Jimothy Clavish and for the most part he was a pretty friendly guy. He didn't mind hanging out with Mathew even though the boy was younger than he was. Like most kids Mathew needed some type of male role model in his life and Jimothy was it. He was Mathew’s hero and he always knew what was best. They used to talk and play outside for hours at a time. Mathew learned how to fight from fake fighting him, and later decided to use it in a more serious fashion. Again, like many young boys he began to imitate his hero in mannerism and speech; young Mathew was soon quite a diplomatic child and like Jimothy he was able to get most people to do what he wanted one way or another. However both Mathew and Jimothy still had vastly different upbringings. Jimothy was poor and had to learn to make do with what he had. He had a very strong moral base and expected others to have that same moral fiber. On the other hand Mathew was "rich" compared to him and was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. While he did try to live up to the image of his hero he found himself always falling short of Jimothy’s expectations. Not only did he feel bad when he did something that wasn't always the "right" thing, he had to deal with Jimothy's holier-than-thou attitude. Oh he wouldn't yell, but his disappointment was like a knife to the young Mathew.
The largest one of these would be when Mathew was about ten years old and his mother had taken a vacation from work for the holidays. She had just finished the dessert she had been baking, a delicious pumpkin pie, which was then sitting on the counter cooling. He asked her if he could have a piece since he was hungry, and of course she said no, he would have to wait like everyone else. Well that didn't bode well for the young Mathew, and when he had the chance he stole the pie. Not just a slice but the whole pie to punish them for not giving him what he wanted. Jimothy saw this as he entered from the other side of the kitchen and watched Mathew go out the other way oblivious to his presence. So Jimothy did the "right" thing and informed Susan that Mathew had stolen and had started to eat the pie. When caught Mathew was grounded for three months and was not allowed at Thanksgiving Dinner. Not only that but his father took all of his electronic games and music and destroyed them with a baseball bat, he was not allowed to have an escape for his punishment.
He was devastated - not so much for the punishment but for the fact that his hero Jimothy had betrayed him, sold him out to his parents, his own flesh and blood. It didn't matter if Mathew had it coming or if he was in the wrong, that wasn't the point. The point was that he had been betrayed by the person that meant the most to him. His role model was nothing but a dirty backstabbing liar. All that talk of always being there for him was a load of crap and now Mathew knew it. He hated Jimothy from that day forward and like most young minds tend to do his mind twisted the event. He became even more of a victim and it had been a plot by Jimothy to get him in trouble. He had always been jealous of all the things that Mathew had because his parents made more money, always envied Mathew his material possessions. All their years of friendship had just been a ploy to stab him when his back was turned. He wanted Jimothy dead. In fact he refused to call him by Jimothy after that day but instead called him Endrin, a pesticide, something that would fit his poisonous nature. Show that he was little more than a cancer and just destroys those around him.
With the loss of his hero he began to look elsewhere for someone to look up too and began to sneak out at night and hang with the punks that did the same. They did all kinds of things out in the night. They would break in to cars and steal stereos, they would knock over mailboxes and steal cats that wandered around, they were a band of petty thugs and the leader of this group. Alexander, who was around 22 at the time Mathew was 10, was his new idol. Unlike Endrin this man was a real role model, someone worthy to look up to. He didn't take anyone's shit and if someone stood in his way he would beat their ass down. While some would call Alexander a thug or even a criminal Mathew knew that he was strong and only the strongest were fit to lead.
For three years Mathew was a part of this gang and as time passed his behavior worsened until his parents practically disowned him. Not legally, and he still lived with them, but they just became detached. They tried to act like he didn't exist and started taking to trying to beat some sense in to him since more "civilized" means seemed to do nothing. But this just made him resent his parents more then ever and bound him to his "gang." They were his true family and his only friends; they understood him and wouldn't leave him hanging like Endrin did so long ago.
It wasn't until one night when he was 13 did they "trust" him enough to take him to meet their contact. He was unaware that this contact was a drug dealer and without thinking he followed them blindly. Their meeting spot was in an old junkyard, and the spot that they had picked out was in the shadow of a large tractor and piles of scrap metal that seemed to have gleaming sharp edges in the moonlight. The contact (a very large and shady looking fellow with two other shifty looking guys) stood across from them and just as business was concluding a strange noise came from one of the guys in the "gang". He had been caught shooting up heroine by the cops the other week and in order to get let off lightly they demanded that he help them; he ended up at the meeting with a wire. Enraged the drug dealer and his men pulled out guns as did Alexander. He shoved Mathew back causing the sharp metal to slice open his back from his right hip up to his left shoulder. His head had slammed against the tractor as well and the last thing he heard was gunshots from one of the guns.
He was awoken the next morning in the hospital. Apparently the owner of the junkyard had found him in the morning. He had bandages around him covering up where the metal had sliced him as well as one on his face covering his right eye. When he fell a piece of scrap had also cut his face barely missing his actual eye. He was lucky to still have his full vision, as it turned out. During the day the cops came and asked him about the evening which he told them unable to really comprehend that his friends would be getting in trouble for this. His parents visited him as well and took him home the next day. They were more detached then ever after that and his father started to take up drinking. They had given up on him. Their "gift" was now unwanted and left to rot for all they seemed to care. He was sent to PHS # 552 in hopes to straighten him out, though these were only half hopes since they felt at this point he was a lost cause. And perhaps he was lost as shortly after his enrollment he found himself in another gang, the Reign of Blood.
Living Status Information[/u]
Type of residence: Large House that is "owned" by one of his fake identities.
Roommates: Linda
Cases Against The Faculty: 5
Cases Of Hurting Students: 58
Last but not least, Bio Approval Code Phrase: "Put my earmuffs on the cupcake, Jenkins."
