Desmond Matheson
Sept 3, 2014 7:53:10 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 3, 2014 7:53:10 GMT -7
Desmond Miles Matheson
"Cause fuck your bullets. I'm ridding ourselves of the problem, and the problem's surrounding area."
| NAME Desmond Matheson ALIAS Dez, Madman, Scorch, Crazy Mother F*cker AGE 32 DATE OF BIRTH 05/30/2549 GENDER Male | PLAY BY Harrison Ford SEXUAL ORIENTATION Heterosexual AFFILIATION Neutral OCCUPATION Weapons manufacturer/ Merc PLACE OF BIRTH Osiris, space |
HEIGHT
6’1”
WEIGHT
170 Lbs.
HAIR
Brown hair, cut short and manageable, typically covered with a hat. Stubble covers his face typically.
EYE COLOR
BluePHYSICAL BUILD
Athletic build, slight muscle
DISTINGUISHING MARKS
Scar on his chin, tattoo on his right shoulder reading VII
GENERAL APPEARANCE
Anything else or other distinct notes
CLOTHING STYLE
He normally dresses simply, a pair of boots, a light colored typically long sleeved shirt occasionally in very poor shape, and a pair of sturdy tan trousers. To compliment this he is almost always seen wearing a brown leather jacket and a fedora hat, both of which he is very protective of. On the occasions he goes into the field, he has a travel bag over his shoulder filled with tools, and a revolver and knife strapped to his hip.
LIKES
| STRENGTHS
|
OVERALL PERSONALITY
If there’s one phrase that can describe Desmond perfectly it’s this; “There’s no such thing as enough explosions.” True to that statement, things often explode around him, though no one dies unless they’re stupid or he’s trying to kill them. Either way, no loss really. He has no moral qualms about killing if needed, though he refuses to kill innocents. If you aren’t trying to kill him or one of his friends or family, he won’t blow you to smithereens. His views on legality you might ask? If he didn’t get caught, it ain’t illegal. Ranting? Endlessly when it comes to explosions, or building weapons, he tends to get hyper in those situations. Just call his name a few times and he’ll shut up, usually.
Generally speaking he’s a kind man and looks to the kindness in others as well, however, he is a man that one would want to avoid angering, referencing above, explosions happen around him. He knows how to direct them at people, and only the specific ones he wants to target. Though he can be easy to anger if his buttons are pressed, buttons such as harming his friends and family, or someone not his boss telling him to tone down the explosions. He’s also normally an easy going guy and can get along with most anyone easily, he’s the first one to crack a joke and throw cherry bombs in someone’s toilet. Though he refuses to do this on the ship… He has to use those toilets too you know.
Dez believes first and foremost in freedom for all, and will do anything and everything he can to preserve it. He’s been known to shoot slavers in the head for no other reason than that they are slavers. If he has the opportunity to free any slaves, or anyone captured with the intent to sell, he will take that chance unless someone stops him and gives him a good reason. It had better be a damn good reason too or that person risks taking a bullet themselves. He can be forced to listen to reason, but it is difficult and often easier not to put him in that position.
When working he is serious, deadly so, which is a huge difference from his normal childlike and fun loving demeanor. Though he can still have moments of his usual blow everything up self, he tends to try and suppress those urges if the need doesn’t call for it. He will always watch the back of whoever is on his team whether he likes them or not, and he can work with most anyone. If he doesn’t get along with them however, he won’t go out of his way to make sure they are comfortable on the job. Alive yes, but otherwise… They may have a few holes in them when the job is done, but they would not be friendly fire.
| FATHER Connor Matheson 41, engineer, deceased. Murdered by Desmond. MOTHER Julianne Miles-Matheson 52, tailor, alive, Alliance. Does not want to see Desmond ever again SIBLINGS William Matheson, 28, alive, engineer, undecided. Wants to find Desmond and make him pay for killing their father, doesn’t know the reasons behind it. Lorenia Matheson, 25, alive, Independent. Wants to make sure her family never finds Dez as a thank you for his help. OTHER NOTABLE RELATIVES Daniel Matheson 41, uncle, alive, miner, Alliance. Wants to know why Desmond killed his father, despite knowing the reasons behind the action. | SIGNIFICANT OTHER None CHILDREN N/A OTHER SIGNIFICANT PERSONS Alex, his smithing mentor PETS The family had one cat named Alan, hated Desmond and scratched or bit him at every chance it got. Desmond has never had his own pet since leaving home. |
BACKSTORYDesmond was born on Osiris, his father an engineer and his mother a high-end tailor. Between both his parents' jobs, despite his father’s drinking, the family did well enough so that when his siblings were born they still had more than enough to live a comfortable life. Every so often Dez and his family would visit his uncle who mined on the rim worlds, and his uncle would have some toy or precious mineral for his nephews and niece. It was a good life, and the small family was happy. Desmond and William were good big brothers to Lorenia, their father even stopped drinking, though only after a drunken rage and a combination of a teenaged Dez and Will brought him to his knees.
Dez started hanging around his father more at this point, making sure he didn’t go back to drinking. It was during this time that he started developing an interest in building things, though he didn’t want to become a civil engineer like his father, he instead wanted to build gadgets. He liked the idea of being able to build something that would be used by thousands of people to fulfill a purpose, communications, or maybe something to help someone see. The idea stuck with him throughout the rest of his time in high school, and so the young Desmond went to college after he graduated. He decided to study electrical engineering, and he enjoyed every second of it. Until he started having financial issues during his second year. His family couldn’t help him and he wouldn’t have accepted it anyway. So Desmond did the only thing he could think of, having already been turned down for loans due to his age, and he joined the Alliance Army. They paid for his schooling, and he had a job right out of college. It was a win-win right?
Dez spent his time in the Army building and maintaining night vision goggles, radios, pretty much anything that they threw at him. He received regular training for anything new entering his field which he took to happily. Eventually, however, the day in and day out started to get to him, and he started talking to one of the explosive ordinance disposal guys in his unit. He was intrigued and started asking more questions, learning what he could. Soon he requested a transfer into E.O.D. and received it, and now he was disarming bombs during the Six Years War. In order to disarm them, however, he had to know how they worked, so he was taught everything he could learn about them. The only thing he enjoyed more than building, was getting to blow the bombs up when he couldn’t disarm them. His taste for explosions only grew as he got older.
Desmond had signed on for four years, and was tempted to sign on for more with the Army, until he turned twenty four and was halfway through his service. He received word from his sister that their father had started drinking again, and had been for a while. And he had turned violent again, he’d almost sent his sister to the hospital, but succeeded in pissing Desmond off. He applied for leave and received two weeks from his C.O. to go and deal with family issues. Desmond dealt with it by beating his father just as bad as he had beat his sister, then threatened to kill him if he ever hurt Lorenia again. And his father believed him. Though Desmond had never killed before, the rage he showed at that point was enough to convince even his drunk father that he could and would kill.
Barely one week went by before his threat was put to the test, his sister was put in the hospital by his father. He waited long enough to make sure that his sister was going to make a full recovery before he went looking for his father. Who had taken to hiding. A friend of his from the Army, a man named Rick, came across Desmond while he was searching for his wayward parent. Dez told Rick about the situation, what had happened, the threat, and his intention to kill his own father. Rick was unable to talk his friend out of this, and so did the next best thing from his point of view. Arranged an escape route for him, Rick’s uncle happened to be one of the ‘Verse’s best gunsmith’s and was looking for an apprentice. Desmond naturally found his father in a bar, drinking and scared, and proceeded to do exactly what he promised. Shot him right between the eyes with his service pistol.
Desmond fled Osiris at this point, taking refuge with Rick’s uncle Alex and becoming his gunsmithing apprentice. Alex had a rule, if he was going to build weapons, he was going to learn to use them. So while they traveled on the man’s ship, Desmond learned not only how to build guns, but how to shoot them too. Alex continued to challenge Desmond’s other skills too, continually asking him to build gadgets or bombs for his employers as needed. Desmond bought books and magazines and any other source of information he could find on guns, gadgets, and bombs to supplement his studies. In his rare days of downtime, he would lounge with the other crew on the transport and on occasion take part in the fist fight matches they held. No one ever got hurt, it was more about learning than anything else as far as the crew was concerned. Dez learned he was more of a scrapper than a martial artist, and though he was still a competent combatant, his style wasn’t pretty. It was filled with cheap tricks and dirty fighting, and he was unrepentant about it.
By the time Desmond had turned twenty-six he was a competent smith, though still not ready to go on his own, and the ship he was on, the Centurion, started taking mercenary work. Desmond would occasionally go with them and fight, they weren’t murderers and normally took defensive work. Desmond didn’t like the killing much, but he rationalized it by saying that he only killed in defense, after a few jobs he didn’t rationalize it anymore. He did only kill in defense. A few jobs later and he didn’t even think about it anymore, now it was a matter of survival when he went out on missions. Kill them before they killed him. He didn’t lose his morals, and he still didn’t kill anyone innocent.
Things changed for Desmond when he went out on a job when he was twenty-eight and almost finished with his training under Alex. He went out with the rest of the crew on what they thought would be a simple bodyguard job. It wasn’t so simple when things started exploding and Desmond wasn’t the one causing it for once. Instead Dez was one of the first victims of the explosions, or the shrapnel from the explosions anyway. He had been hit in the face, giving him both a scar on the chin, and more seriously ruining his eyes and blinding him. The job was scrubbed shortly after, it was too dangerous and they had failed anyway, and Desmond was taken back to the Centurion to heal.
His eyes were ruined, there was no fixing them at this point. But Alex was hit with a sudden idea, and they found a doctor closer to the core worlds who was willing to work with them. Desmond was fitted with biorobotic eyes, and at his request they were modified to switch between normal vision and night vision at will. He made sure to leave room for upgrade, or he instructed for there to be room to upgrade later if he wanted anyway. With new eyes he started his work as a smith again, and Alex feeling slightly guilty about the situation, being the one who had suggested he go out on the jobs in the first place, gave him his fedora. The older man had treasured the hat, and instructed Desmond to do so as well. He did so gladly, and on several occasions went back into gunfire to retrieve said hat.
Desmond continued studying with Alex for a few months after his thirtieth birthday, after the old man told him he couldn’t learn anymore and to go out on his own and make a name for himself. Dez was surprised by this, expecting to stay on the ship, but the ship didn’t really need two master gunsmiths. So he left, taking the plans he had designed over the last few months with him. A few months later he met a Captain named Roger Davis, and signed on with his crew and his ship the Peerless. The name alone couldn’t help but make the smith smile, and here he has stayed. Maintaining the crew’s weapons and building gadgets for the PMC’s endeavors, Dez even managed to build his pet projects that he’d been saving. He was put in charge of the armory on the ship, and he takes his job seriously.ROLEPLAY SAMPLEDez sent a wave to Vitale asking him to come to the armory and pick up his new weapon. In order to prepare for all the questions he knew Vitale would have, he dismantled the pistol and set it all down on the table before him. He wanted to be able to explain everything to the weapon's new owner and show it to him at the same time, he also set out one of the FN Five-seveNs he had provided on the table, this one fully assembled. And left it sitting there for comparison and for his own fun. It wasn't that Desmond disliked his revolver, far from it it was his preferred weapon, but he wanted to shoot something more than six times for once. He was getting a little stir crazy, sure he had plenty to do, but it was thing things he couldn't do that bothered him.
After his pad beeped indicating that Vitale was on his way to the armory, Dez smiled and went to the range to wait. Aiming the Five-seveN he fired off two of the thirty shots at one of the ballistic gel targets he had set up, there were eight there for Vitale to shoot at, so what was one that had already been shot? The first shot landed right where the fake heart in the dummy was, the second went through the right eye. A small smile crossing his lips, he fired another shot through the right eye, one through the nose and then six more to make a smiley face on the dummy. All ten bullet holes started oozing out fake blood, his smile widened slightly as he ejected the mag and the round that he hadn't fired from the FN. Good to know he hadn't lost his touch, though he knew that a moving target would be different.
Dez went back to the bench and reloaded the FN's mag, waiting for the sound of the door to indicate his friend's arrival for his new weapon. He went over every piece of the walther again, making sure it was perfectly clean and ready to be fired. It was up to his standards, and his standards were almost as obsessive on firearms as he was about his hat. After he set the last piece down, he heard the door open and turned to greet Vitale. "Welcome to the showing for the new Walther P99, Desmond edition. And you own the only one my friend." Motioning over the table at the dismantled pistol, he flashed the other man a grin. "Speaking from experience, any self respecting soldier would want to examine his weapon before anything else." At least he knew he did, anytime he built or received a new weapon, the first thing he did was dismantle it and examine it. In the case of him having built the weapon, it was just a triple check to make sure he didn't miss anything.
Dez leaned against the table and crossed his arms across his chest, "I've polished the feed ramp, slide flats, beveled the magazine well slightly, threaded the barrel for a suppressor. It has a three dot sight, I've modified the trigger pull weight, it's slightly lighter than the normally produced P99. The slide has been perfectly meshed, I've also modified the mag release, raised it just a few millimeters and it takes slightly less pressure to release now. Also there's the grip, it's ID coded to my palm print only at the moment, scan your palm here and yours will be coded as well. We can add others if you like. This way, if you lose this one, no one else can use it. Now.. I just need to find a place to put that cappuccino machine..." He stated, examining the weapon like he was actually going to do it... But he wouldn't... Right?
Roleplay Experience: Ten-ish years
How You Found DoS: Link on another site, don’t remember which.
Other Characters on the Site: Nope
Preferred Method of Contact: PM, depends on which account. If for official staff uses, staff account Aven, if for personal or plot reasons, Desmond account.
Anything else: ‘Splosions.
Password: Pdwkhvrq
