Post by Matthew Williams on Nov 28, 2009 23:33:19 GMT -5
Name:
Matthew Williams
Country of Origin:
Canada
Age:
24
Affiliation:
Russian Mafia
Expertise:
Matthew is kept around supposedly for his excellent cooking skills, he graduated at the top of his class from the Culinary Institute of Canada in Charlottetown, P.E.I. Specializing in extravagant pastries and fine cuisine.
Excelling in the sex of mixing ingredients, he has truly become useful to the organization for his knowledge of poison and it's uses. Matthew also seems to have a rather handy innate ability to avoid detection. In fact, he seems practically invisible in some instances that have been observed by his boss and some of the other men...
Personality:
Matt is a relatively calm and quiet individual. Not exactly introverted so much as simply shy and unused to attention. He can be very polite and well mannered, rarely getting mad. However he does have a temper if the proper buttons are pushed, and as it turns out is quite passive aggressive...
Matthew is known to be very loyal to his allies, but is very much a peace keeper and does not show favoritism to them in a disagreement if he believes they are truly in the wrong to begin with... He makes a relatively good mediator if he can keep a straight head (and peoples attention long enough).
Appearance:
Matthew is of medium height with a sleight build, with fair pale skin. His attire varies, but when he isn't dressed up for business he tends to wear modest casual clothes and colors when he can. The boldest he goes with color would probably be a bright red.
He has thick, goldish, strawberry blond hair that hangs long around his chin, with a stubborn fly away looping curl. His blue/hazel eyes sit behind wire rimmed glasses. Matthew is someone who you could easily describe as being effeminate, though usually still obviously male. He often is known to have a child's plush polar bear handy, a memento of his childhood. It's probably the last thing he has left from those days...
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Matthew is well skilled in the kitchen of course, so no one will starve as long as he is around. He has a well honed talent with various poisons, and knowledge of how to blend them. He is easily missed, especially in a crowd so he can slip around mostly unnoticed. He is also the sort of person that even if you do notice him, he is often forgotten.
This can also be a bit of a weakness, considering your fellow members of the organization can forget who you are on occasions, and mistake you for the enemy... He is not physically strong, nor well skilled with weapons. He does carry a gun(A six shot revolver), but it's more for show/caution in the first place...
This life was not his first choice, and is really an unwilling member so he is prone to bouts of guilt that effect his work, and a sense of right and wrong that likes to add to the guilt. So a mission wont always go so smoothly unless someone keeps an eye on his work...
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Matthew loves sweet pastries, and the flavor of maple syrup. His personal cooking tends to lean towards the diabetic inducing side, but still due to his original career he values fine dining to begin with. He hates inedible food, but usually cooks for himself to begin with. Perhaps he has a slight phobia concerning bad cooking... He has a small interest in music, and plays the violin/fiddle, not well really... It's more of a calming activity for when he is agitated, worried, or upset...
He seems to have developed a rather odd quirk that involves speaking to his polar bear plush... But covers it up often enough by saying he was talking to himself. Probably not much better, but it's the first thing that comes to his mind...
History:
Matthew has lived a rather odd life... Born in Ottawa, where he lived for much of his childhood. His parents both died when he was about ten years old. Murdered by a man cleaning up a small mess he had made during a hit that involved witnesses... Matthew survived, being a child and easily hidden away in the home. Scarred by the event that took away his parents, and the life he had grown to know and love... He never got over it, and was passionate about the idea of having the man brought to justice... However, the police failed much to his confusion and the man continued to walk free...
In the months that followed, the young Canadian was adopted by an American family by the name of Jone's... He found himself with a slightly older brother, who looked strikingly similar to himself. In fact, if someone did not know that they were not related by blood, many would make the assumption that they were twins. Matthew often found himself in the shadow of his brother Alfred, and often mistaken for the older sibling...
But, they usually got along despite that. Matthew's passive aggressive nature often displaying the combined troubled and annoyed emotions he felt when his boisterous brother got to be too much (Alfred truly was one of the few who could push the right buttons to trigger it)...
As years passed by, Matthew eventually left home and went away to a fine culinary school, deciding to return to Canada for his education he spent the next few years living and learning in P.E.I. until he graduated. Rather than return to the States to live closer to his adoptive family, he remained in Canada and worked his way up the ladder to the position of Sous-chef at a prestigious hotel restaurant in the bustling city of Toronto, Ontario.
Where in the following months he learned of a particular series of guests who would frequent the restaurant there... He never did forget the man who in his opinion ruined life as he had known it, and terrified him at the same time... The weeks that followed involved him watching, waiting, and planning... Matthew eventually built up the nerve to put his plan into action, putting together a poisoned dessert on a night when the hit man was dining with the establishment and he was in charge of the kitchen (The head chef was away for the week).
All in all, the plan went over well... Perhaps a little too well... He thought he had covered his tracks, going rather paranoid and worried about the whole matter... But while questioned by police, and listed as a suspect he was never charged. This did not help the young man's rather guilt ridden mind. He considered turning himself in on a number of occasions... Not long after, on an evening he was going to go and attempt to see the police about paying for his crime he received a visit from the reason why nothing had been done thus far...
The head of an up and rising Russian mafia family appeared to have been following him for quite some time after the incident that lead to the poisoned death of the man at the restuarant... Who had been one of his to begin with... But due to the impressive job done by Matthew, he thought the boy might be useful if he sharpened his skills and was 'encouraged' to take up some 'odd jobs'...
Matthew was quick to attempt to refuse, but found himself backed into a corner... He could refuse, but that meant certain peril. He owed the man, for more than he could have imagined. The reason he had not been charged with murder, the reason he was still alive even then when he could be killed for his crime at the hands of the mafia leader who had lost one of his men... It could all become a reason to accept the proposal for multiple reasons... Most in his healths best interest.
And so Matthew's nightmare began, he has fallen into place among the Russian's 'Family'... He has moved to their main place of operations in America, and begun work of the more undesirable sort... He has since stopped contacting his adoptive brother, as a means of protecting Alfred from the rather dangerous life that he has been plunged into... Even if he sometimes finds himself missing the elder brother figure he had grown to feel as close to as he would have if they really were siblings...
Sample/Character Introduction:
Matthew strolled down the side street on his way back from work, it was only his first night back on the job since the incident and already he felt agitated... Why weren't the police coming any more...? Why were they letting him slip under their noses...? Did they have some other suspect that was some how more believable than he was...? Or, did they just drop the case and let it go cold, simply because of who the victim had been...?
He deserved it... Matt reminded himself quietly. He deserved to die, the police had their chances to stop him... But they didn't, and thus he had probably ruined so many lives... So many families like his... The bastard had deserved to die...! Then why did he feel so guilty for having a hand in that death...? Why did he pick up the phone every night to call the RCMP to take him away...? Or drift towards a local station every time he passed it...? Sure, he always put the receiver down or turned away... But he still did it...
Matthew continued to spin in his dizzying blur of jumbled guilty thoughts as he walked along. He hardly noticed the tall sturdy looking figure step out of an alleyway ahead of him. Nor did the Canadian notice as he passed the man by that the stranger's attention was intent upon him until it was too late... Turning quickly to see what was blocking the street light that usually fell upon his apartment buildings door, he came face to face with an intimidating individual... There to propose an offer, which he could never turn down... The days that followed were the days his mind might have broken... Or at least cracked a little further than it already had...
That had been almost half a year ago now, Matthew mused at the memory as he looked down at the white chocolate brandy almond pie he had prepared earlier that evening, it was due to be offered to a rival families son... Grimacing a little he rubbed the top of his polar bear plushes head after slipping the pie into a box to have sent up to the room at the hotel the target was staying at as ordered... A complimentary gift...
It was laced with poison, cyanide to be exact. So the sometimes detectable, off scent, would not be noticed if they thought to look for it in the decadent looking desert... "I don't like this Kumajiro... He is only 20.. That's pretty young, eh...? But the boss says an example needs to be made... Right...?" He mumbled as he closed the lid.
Pausing a moment he continued with a small laugh, "But hey, my life may as well have ended when I was ten right...?" A bitter, unsteady laugh followed again. "Why, he got ten extra years, eh? I shouldn't f-feel guilty!!" He held the plush toy up, eye level with him and watched for a moment... His face calming to a small disappointed frown. Putting the bear down on the counter, he pulled off his apron and hat.
Grabbing a black rain coat, he slipped it on and grabbed the box. Ignoring the questions he received about who he had been babbling to inside or what he had been saying in the first place, from the man his boss had sent to keep an eye on him until the delivery was made to the hotel down the street. It was apparently necessary after he had botched that one last job he was given... Or the last three, he really couldn't remember now... But who besides his boss was counting anyways...?
Matthew Williams
Country of Origin:
Canada
Age:
24
Affiliation:
Russian Mafia
Expertise:
Matthew is kept around supposedly for his excellent cooking skills, he graduated at the top of his class from the Culinary Institute of Canada in Charlottetown, P.E.I. Specializing in extravagant pastries and fine cuisine.
Excelling in the sex of mixing ingredients, he has truly become useful to the organization for his knowledge of poison and it's uses. Matthew also seems to have a rather handy innate ability to avoid detection. In fact, he seems practically invisible in some instances that have been observed by his boss and some of the other men...
Personality:
Matt is a relatively calm and quiet individual. Not exactly introverted so much as simply shy and unused to attention. He can be very polite and well mannered, rarely getting mad. However he does have a temper if the proper buttons are pushed, and as it turns out is quite passive aggressive...
Matthew is known to be very loyal to his allies, but is very much a peace keeper and does not show favoritism to them in a disagreement if he believes they are truly in the wrong to begin with... He makes a relatively good mediator if he can keep a straight head (and peoples attention long enough).
Appearance:
Matthew is of medium height with a sleight build, with fair pale skin. His attire varies, but when he isn't dressed up for business he tends to wear modest casual clothes and colors when he can. The boldest he goes with color would probably be a bright red.
He has thick, goldish, strawberry blond hair that hangs long around his chin, with a stubborn fly away looping curl. His blue/hazel eyes sit behind wire rimmed glasses. Matthew is someone who you could easily describe as being effeminate, though usually still obviously male. He often is known to have a child's plush polar bear handy, a memento of his childhood. It's probably the last thing he has left from those days...
Strengths/Weaknesses:
Matthew is well skilled in the kitchen of course, so no one will starve as long as he is around. He has a well honed talent with various poisons, and knowledge of how to blend them. He is easily missed, especially in a crowd so he can slip around mostly unnoticed. He is also the sort of person that even if you do notice him, he is often forgotten.
This can also be a bit of a weakness, considering your fellow members of the organization can forget who you are on occasions, and mistake you for the enemy... He is not physically strong, nor well skilled with weapons. He does carry a gun(A six shot revolver), but it's more for show/caution in the first place...
This life was not his first choice, and is really an unwilling member so he is prone to bouts of guilt that effect his work, and a sense of right and wrong that likes to add to the guilt. So a mission wont always go so smoothly unless someone keeps an eye on his work...
Likes/Dislikes/Quirks/Phobias:
Matthew loves sweet pastries, and the flavor of maple syrup. His personal cooking tends to lean towards the diabetic inducing side, but still due to his original career he values fine dining to begin with. He hates inedible food, but usually cooks for himself to begin with. Perhaps he has a slight phobia concerning bad cooking... He has a small interest in music, and plays the violin/fiddle, not well really... It's more of a calming activity for when he is agitated, worried, or upset...
He seems to have developed a rather odd quirk that involves speaking to his polar bear plush... But covers it up often enough by saying he was talking to himself. Probably not much better, but it's the first thing that comes to his mind...
History:
Matthew has lived a rather odd life... Born in Ottawa, where he lived for much of his childhood. His parents both died when he was about ten years old. Murdered by a man cleaning up a small mess he had made during a hit that involved witnesses... Matthew survived, being a child and easily hidden away in the home. Scarred by the event that took away his parents, and the life he had grown to know and love... He never got over it, and was passionate about the idea of having the man brought to justice... However, the police failed much to his confusion and the man continued to walk free...
In the months that followed, the young Canadian was adopted by an American family by the name of Jone's... He found himself with a slightly older brother, who looked strikingly similar to himself. In fact, if someone did not know that they were not related by blood, many would make the assumption that they were twins. Matthew often found himself in the shadow of his brother Alfred, and often mistaken for the older sibling...
But, they usually got along despite that. Matthew's passive aggressive nature often displaying the combined troubled and annoyed emotions he felt when his boisterous brother got to be too much (Alfred truly was one of the few who could push the right buttons to trigger it)...
As years passed by, Matthew eventually left home and went away to a fine culinary school, deciding to return to Canada for his education he spent the next few years living and learning in P.E.I. until he graduated. Rather than return to the States to live closer to his adoptive family, he remained in Canada and worked his way up the ladder to the position of Sous-chef at a prestigious hotel restaurant in the bustling city of Toronto, Ontario.
Where in the following months he learned of a particular series of guests who would frequent the restaurant there... He never did forget the man who in his opinion ruined life as he had known it, and terrified him at the same time... The weeks that followed involved him watching, waiting, and planning... Matthew eventually built up the nerve to put his plan into action, putting together a poisoned dessert on a night when the hit man was dining with the establishment and he was in charge of the kitchen (The head chef was away for the week).
All in all, the plan went over well... Perhaps a little too well... He thought he had covered his tracks, going rather paranoid and worried about the whole matter... But while questioned by police, and listed as a suspect he was never charged. This did not help the young man's rather guilt ridden mind. He considered turning himself in on a number of occasions... Not long after, on an evening he was going to go and attempt to see the police about paying for his crime he received a visit from the reason why nothing had been done thus far...
The head of an up and rising Russian mafia family appeared to have been following him for quite some time after the incident that lead to the poisoned death of the man at the restuarant... Who had been one of his to begin with... But due to the impressive job done by Matthew, he thought the boy might be useful if he sharpened his skills and was 'encouraged' to take up some 'odd jobs'...
Matthew was quick to attempt to refuse, but found himself backed into a corner... He could refuse, but that meant certain peril. He owed the man, for more than he could have imagined. The reason he had not been charged with murder, the reason he was still alive even then when he could be killed for his crime at the hands of the mafia leader who had lost one of his men... It could all become a reason to accept the proposal for multiple reasons... Most in his healths best interest.
And so Matthew's nightmare began, he has fallen into place among the Russian's 'Family'... He has moved to their main place of operations in America, and begun work of the more undesirable sort... He has since stopped contacting his adoptive brother, as a means of protecting Alfred from the rather dangerous life that he has been plunged into... Even if he sometimes finds himself missing the elder brother figure he had grown to feel as close to as he would have if they really were siblings...
Sample/Character Introduction:
Matthew strolled down the side street on his way back from work, it was only his first night back on the job since the incident and already he felt agitated... Why weren't the police coming any more...? Why were they letting him slip under their noses...? Did they have some other suspect that was some how more believable than he was...? Or, did they just drop the case and let it go cold, simply because of who the victim had been...?
He deserved it... Matt reminded himself quietly. He deserved to die, the police had their chances to stop him... But they didn't, and thus he had probably ruined so many lives... So many families like his... The bastard had deserved to die...! Then why did he feel so guilty for having a hand in that death...? Why did he pick up the phone every night to call the RCMP to take him away...? Or drift towards a local station every time he passed it...? Sure, he always put the receiver down or turned away... But he still did it...
Matthew continued to spin in his dizzying blur of jumbled guilty thoughts as he walked along. He hardly noticed the tall sturdy looking figure step out of an alleyway ahead of him. Nor did the Canadian notice as he passed the man by that the stranger's attention was intent upon him until it was too late... Turning quickly to see what was blocking the street light that usually fell upon his apartment buildings door, he came face to face with an intimidating individual... There to propose an offer, which he could never turn down... The days that followed were the days his mind might have broken... Or at least cracked a little further than it already had...
That had been almost half a year ago now, Matthew mused at the memory as he looked down at the white chocolate brandy almond pie he had prepared earlier that evening, it was due to be offered to a rival families son... Grimacing a little he rubbed the top of his polar bear plushes head after slipping the pie into a box to have sent up to the room at the hotel the target was staying at as ordered... A complimentary gift...
It was laced with poison, cyanide to be exact. So the sometimes detectable, off scent, would not be noticed if they thought to look for it in the decadent looking desert... "I don't like this Kumajiro... He is only 20.. That's pretty young, eh...? But the boss says an example needs to be made... Right...?" He mumbled as he closed the lid.
Pausing a moment he continued with a small laugh, "But hey, my life may as well have ended when I was ten right...?" A bitter, unsteady laugh followed again. "Why, he got ten extra years, eh? I shouldn't f-feel guilty!!" He held the plush toy up, eye level with him and watched for a moment... His face calming to a small disappointed frown. Putting the bear down on the counter, he pulled off his apron and hat.
Grabbing a black rain coat, he slipped it on and grabbed the box. Ignoring the questions he received about who he had been babbling to inside or what he had been saying in the first place, from the man his boss had sent to keep an eye on him until the delivery was made to the hotel down the street. It was apparently necessary after he had botched that one last job he was given... Or the last three, he really couldn't remember now... But who besides his boss was counting anyways...?
