Post by Christopher J. D'Dario on Jul 30, 2015 9:22:52 GMT
Character Name:
Matteus van Haldor Valdemar
Allegiance:
To the highest bidder
Requested Rank:
Swedish Bounty Hunter
History:
After his mother died during childbirth Matteus was raised by his father, Fenrir, to be a cunning businessman. His father had spent the years before Matteus’ birth building one of the largest trading and logistics companies in Europe and after Matteus was born, he spent the years training and teach his son the ins and outs of running a successful business which, as Matteus was to learn, involved a lot of bribes, blackmail, threats, beatings and in two cases, murder. The freight they moved all over the continent usually contained tobacco, alcohol and drugs. As well as physically and financially intimidating both legitimate and illegitimate competition Fenrir also taught Matteus how to hide his ill-gotten profits through effective, money laundering fronts. With the onset of World War II Fenrir and Matteus shifted their focus from moving tobacco, alcohol and drugs through the country to weapons and ammunition. They began by stealing and trading weapons leftover from World War I from various countries to rebels or militia forces that fought the Reich as it expanded. As the war worsened Matteus expanded from finding and selling weapons and ammo into finding, capturing and selling people to the various factions. Initially Matteus worked for the Nazis in tracking down high profile Jews, before he was made an offer by one of his targets to switch and instead turned a German Commander over to Jewish forces. Since then Matteus has specialized in bounty hunting.
Writing Sample:
The streets had drowned in a sea of shadow with the fall of the sun that the risen starts had completely failed to lift. Even the streetlights only served to raise small areas into poorly illuminated islands of hard stone footpaths and roads. Like fearful schools of herring the few people traveling the streets moved in groups, believing their numbers will protect them from the selachii lurking in the depths of the shadows. One person stumbled and fell back from his group, his intoxicated laughter ringing loud and traveling far in the otherwise quiet night. Despite his laughter, he hurried to return to the safety of his friends, passing an alleyway that swallowed what pitiful light there was like a fissure in the deep. He and his friends continue on their way, never knowing the danger they had passed.
From the fissure a form emerged, solidifying into a human shape and scanned the darkness before disappearing once more. A single morsel was coming, treading the footpaths in ignorance of the danger hidden by the shadows. Instead of concealing itself, the morsel flashed shiny metal across his breast, his black uniform was pressed and parade ready, his boot heels clicking with the arrogance of his walk. Murmurs rose from the fissure as those it concealed discussed if this morsel was their intended target. The murmurs quickly ceased and as silent as selachii they flowed from the darkness and converged on the morsel.
‘Geh mir aus dem weg.’ - Get out of my way. The morsel slurred. He began to speak again, however all that rose from his throat was a gargled cry as one of the shadow men garroted him and the others tackled him to the ground. A black bag quickly engulfed his head as his hands were forced behind his back and tied with wire. The shadowed men lifted the morsel from his feet and carried him back towards the fissure where another figure stood waiting. As they approached the other lead them back into the darkness and out the other side where a waiting vehicle swallowed them before roaring to life and rumbling into the darkness.
OOC: Was drunk and thinking about fishing when writing this… judge accordingly.
Matteus van Haldor Valdemar
Allegiance:
To the highest bidder
Requested Rank:
Swedish Bounty Hunter
History:
After his mother died during childbirth Matteus was raised by his father, Fenrir, to be a cunning businessman. His father had spent the years before Matteus’ birth building one of the largest trading and logistics companies in Europe and after Matteus was born, he spent the years training and teach his son the ins and outs of running a successful business which, as Matteus was to learn, involved a lot of bribes, blackmail, threats, beatings and in two cases, murder. The freight they moved all over the continent usually contained tobacco, alcohol and drugs. As well as physically and financially intimidating both legitimate and illegitimate competition Fenrir also taught Matteus how to hide his ill-gotten profits through effective, money laundering fronts. With the onset of World War II Fenrir and Matteus shifted their focus from moving tobacco, alcohol and drugs through the country to weapons and ammunition. They began by stealing and trading weapons leftover from World War I from various countries to rebels or militia forces that fought the Reich as it expanded. As the war worsened Matteus expanded from finding and selling weapons and ammo into finding, capturing and selling people to the various factions. Initially Matteus worked for the Nazis in tracking down high profile Jews, before he was made an offer by one of his targets to switch and instead turned a German Commander over to Jewish forces. Since then Matteus has specialized in bounty hunting.
Writing Sample:
The streets had drowned in a sea of shadow with the fall of the sun that the risen starts had completely failed to lift. Even the streetlights only served to raise small areas into poorly illuminated islands of hard stone footpaths and roads. Like fearful schools of herring the few people traveling the streets moved in groups, believing their numbers will protect them from the selachii lurking in the depths of the shadows. One person stumbled and fell back from his group, his intoxicated laughter ringing loud and traveling far in the otherwise quiet night. Despite his laughter, he hurried to return to the safety of his friends, passing an alleyway that swallowed what pitiful light there was like a fissure in the deep. He and his friends continue on their way, never knowing the danger they had passed.
From the fissure a form emerged, solidifying into a human shape and scanned the darkness before disappearing once more. A single morsel was coming, treading the footpaths in ignorance of the danger hidden by the shadows. Instead of concealing itself, the morsel flashed shiny metal across his breast, his black uniform was pressed and parade ready, his boot heels clicking with the arrogance of his walk. Murmurs rose from the fissure as those it concealed discussed if this morsel was their intended target. The murmurs quickly ceased and as silent as selachii they flowed from the darkness and converged on the morsel.
‘Geh mir aus dem weg.’ - Get out of my way. The morsel slurred. He began to speak again, however all that rose from his throat was a gargled cry as one of the shadow men garroted him and the others tackled him to the ground. A black bag quickly engulfed his head as his hands were forced behind his back and tied with wire. The shadowed men lifted the morsel from his feet and carried him back towards the fissure where another figure stood waiting. As they approached the other lead them back into the darkness and out the other side where a waiting vehicle swallowed them before roaring to life and rumbling into the darkness.
OOC: Was drunk and thinking about fishing when writing this… judge accordingly.
