Desmond Matheson
Nov 1, 2013 9:41:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2013 9:41:13 GMT -7
Desmond Miles Matheson
"An expert practices until he gets it right, a professional practices until he can’t get it wrong."
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Full Name - Desmond Matheson
Nicknames/Alias - Dez, the Smith
Age - 32
Date of Birth - June 8th
Place of Birth - Osiris
Gender - Male
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
Affiliation - Unsure
Occupation - Mechanic/Gunsmith occasional hired gun
Play-By - Young Harrison Ford (Indiana Jones)
Build - Slight muscle
Height & Weight - 6’1” & 170 lbs
Hair - His hair is dark brown and typically kept cut short and manageable.
Eyes - Blue
Unique Features - Scar on his chin
Dressing 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 strapped to his hip.
Other - More often than not, there is a layer of stubble covering his face from his lack of interest in shaving, though that stubble is commonly covered in grease.
Likes -
- Guns
- Ships
- Bad Jokes
- Tea
- People
Dislikes -
- Politics
- Cruelty
- People who harm his ship
- Military
- Cats
Quirks/Habits - No matter the situation, he always goes back for his hat. Tends to hit whatever ship he’s working on to make it work better.
Fears -
Ophidiophobia
Secrets -
Ophidiophobia, likes sappy movies, killed his own father.
Strengths -
- Stubborn
- Loyal to a fault
- Creative
Weaknesses -
- His level of stubborn can teach a mule a few new tricks.
- Always goes back for his hat.
- Has a slight temper problem.
Talents/Special Abilities -
- He can know the inner workings of any firearm just by looking at it.
- Able to read machines the way poker players read people.
- Observant of the small details.
Aspirations - Wishes to own his own ship and go back to the simple life of a gun runner. Maybe pull the occasional heist.
Overall Personality - Desmond is a generally kind person, who prefers to see the kindness in everyone. He’s also the man that you want at your back in a fight, for he is the type of man who will destroy those trying to kill his friends without giving the matter a second thought. Dez is known to act instead of think on occasions, but mostly only when it doesn’t matter, if he’s working then he thinks things through thoroughly and quickly. He’s quick to anger and sometimes lets that anger get the best of him, though it is something he tries to avoid.
Dez will gladly rant endlessly on about the inner workings of machines and firearms, not particularly caring if he is being ignored or not, or if the person he started ranting to gets up and leaves the room. He talks the talk and has the skill to back it up, any skill he has for in mechanics is rivaled if not surpassed with his skill in gunsmithing. Despite Desmond’s knowledge and love of all things firearms and explosives, he dislikes to kill and will avoid it at all costs if possible. When push comes to shove however, he will kill without a second thought and feel no remorse over it having come to terms with killing and death long ago.
Dez believes in one thing more than anything else however, freedom to live life as one decides, which clashes with the fact that he fought on the side of the Alliance in the war. This outlook came from seeing people on the rim worlds who were happier than people on the core worlds, despite the vast difference in available medical care and living conditions. That combined with the Alliance’s lack of care for some of the rim worlds, along with a nice bounty, has led Dez to a life of crime, which he has found suitable to his tastes. Since he’s been in this life, his views on legality have blurred slightly as he became more and more willing to cross the line.
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 Significant People - Daniel Matheson 41, uncle, alive, miner Alliance. Wants to know why Desmond killed his father, despite knowing why.
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.
Your History - Desmond 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.
Of course as all things must, this changed. Desmond joined the Alliance and went off to fight in the war, William went off to school to become an engineer, and Lorenia stayed home with their mother to learn how to be a tailor. While Desmond was fighting, he learned a lot about firearms and even started building his own with spare parts. His skill soon started earning himself fame, and his squad mates and later other members of his platoon, would pay him to design and build weapons for them as well. He received several offers to become quartermaster, but declined them all, preferring to stay on the front lines with his squad. His sister was the only one that wrote him consistently, further cementing the fact that the two of them were closer than Dez and Will were.
Slowly any wave or letter Dez received from his sister changed, becoming slightly more withdrawn and less and less willing to joke. Growing concerned, Desmond managed to get himself some leave time and went back home. During his flight home he finished work on his revolver, a special design that he kept for himself and never built for anyone else, though would eventually build a replica for himself. Dez designed it to be more than a little different than normal revolvers, instead of removing the bullets to reload; he simply removes the cylinder and places a new one. He made sure to design it this way to allow for faster reloading time.
Arriving at home, Desmond found nothing out of the ordinary, which confused him. Even his sister was acting normal. Spending time with his family relaxed Dez, almost lulling him into a false sense of security, though he couldn’t help but notice his father starting to drink more and more. And when he wasn’t drinking, or hadn’t been drinking for a while, he seemed worse than a simple hangover. Still Dez brushed it off for the most part, until he noticed his sister clinging to his side whenever their father was in the room, or leaving whenever their father entered the room. The day he was supposed to go back to his unit, he finally got his sister to tell him what was wrong. Their father would on occasion beat her when he was drunk, nothing any worse than that, but enough to cause Dez to beat their father back and warn him that if Desmond ever heard about it happening again, he would kill his own father.
With that, Dez went back to his unit, his father playing off the bruises as part of a bar fight and he quit drinking again. The following years saw Dez be drawn into the illegal gun trade business, which was a life he was conflicted about at first, but it allowed him to hold nothing back when he built and designed weapons. He looked at it as a way to use his talents at their full level and make some money in the process. Soon enough he even began to enjoy the illegality of it and didn’t care about it being against the law, though he never got careless, and never started stamping his weapons with any form of insignia. Instead he simply let his work speak for itself. He was known simply as the Gunsmith, or the Smith, his work became known, though it was still far from the best in the world.
With the end of the war, Dez went home for a short while, continuing his work as the Smith. After a while he started traveling with a group of gun runners as an appraiser of goods, as well as a specialty smith for extra money. His life continued like this for years, never staying put for long, if he even smelled police he ducked out and made sure none of his accomplices were caught. No sense in not getting caught himself if the ones he ran with turned him in. Aside from that most of them had earned his trust and respect. Of course that all changed with a message from his brother, it started off as nothing consequential, just two brothers talking. But it changed near the end, it mentioned their father drinking again and Lorenia showing up with new bruises.
Dez immediately went back to Osiris where his family was, found his father in his favorite bar and reminded the older man of his promise from years earlier. A fight ensued, which the younger man managed to win through a combination of youth, skill, and the revolver he had made years earlier putting a hole through his father’s forehead. Naturally, this earned him a warrant for his arrest, and caused him to flee Osiris. It also earned him his mother and brother’s rage, his sister’s gratitude, though also her desire not to see him, and his uncle’s desire for revenge.
From that day on, Dez started living the life of a criminal, never returning to Osiris. After a few weeks he bartered his passage onto a ship as the apprentice to a mechanic. Dez learned quickly and it was determined that he had a natural talent with machines and his apprenticeship quickly advanced as he spent a few years with the crew on the ship. Dez and his master formed a close Father-Son type relationship, so when the time came that his apprenticeship ended Jones the mechanic gave the younger man his hat, which Dez treasures and keeps safe no matter what.
What should we call you? - Aven
Roleplaying Experience - 14-ish years
Where did you find us? - It was an advert on a site, it’s been a couple weeks and I can’t remember which one. I bum around looking for good places to RP.
Prove Yourself - Have you read the rules? I have, they were quite shiny.
Post Script -
Other characters - Nope
How we should contact you - Email
Roleplay Example -
Dez smiled and stretched, hearing his back and shoulders pop after having been bent over the workbench for hours. That was what he got for designing and building his own weapons from scratch, or really any weapon he built, but particularly the ones for himself. Like the pair of revolvers that were in the case off somewhere to his right, or the dismantled shotgun in the same case. Dez gathered up his newly built double barrel, and placed it in the case with his other personal weapons and ammo. With that he turned back to his desk and pulled his new project to him. A pistol he’d been asked to repair after it had been damaged in a gunfight. It was simple work, and he already saw how to improve it.
Three hours later there came a knock on his hotel door, ”Smith! You said my pistol would be ready half an hour ago!” Came the angry sounding voice which did nothing more than cause Desmond to roll his eyes. ”It’s open.” The man entered right as Dez slammed the clip back into the pistol, and held it out for the man. ”I noticed you don’t clean it often, better start doing that or it’s going to fail again. I also adjusted the weight on the trigger, made it point five pounds heavier, less prone to accidental discharge but still easy to fire. I also ground it out to make the slide easier to move, and to let up on slide bite. Also altered your sights and accommodated for a suppressor, free of charge.” The last commented earned him nothing more than a grunt as response, as high as Desmond’s prices were, he felt it only right to include something for free.
After getting paid, Dez signed onto the cortex, looking for a ship that needed a mechanic, maybe a hired gun. He could do both jobs easily enough, one job he desperately needed to avoid however was cook, he knew people that would rather eat ten month old protein than his cooking. Dez was one of them. He might even be able to find someone to teach him something new, piloting maybe. That would be interesting, though Dez wasn’t holding his breath on that one. No, he just wanted to find a ship to join now, a place to hang his hat and call home. And where he could keep running from Osiris, especially that last part, prison didn’t appeal to him in the slightest.
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SYR INTEGRA of CAUTION 2.0 created this and she will happily hunt you down, rip out your spinal cord, and beat you to death with it if you steal her hard work and claim it as your own. especially since she will gladly share it with any and all who wish to use it, provided they leave her nice, little credit attached.
