Name: Matthew Abrams
Aliases: "Woody", "Matt"
Age: 32
Birthday: 22nd March, 1979
Ethnicity: White
Birth Place: Miami, Florida
Location: West Georgia
Gender: Male
Major/Minor: N/A
Occupation: Lumberjack
Languages: English
Height: 6ft 2"
Weight: 180 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Skin Tone: Neutral
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Matt has many
tattoos from the neck down. He's also got a long gash of a scar on his lower left forearm and one on his abdomen from a stab wound.
Friendly * Reckless * Loyal * Hot headed
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Matt has a general rule of "Don't be a dick." He has no reason to NOT help people, so why shouldn't he, right? Matthew is a friendly guy who is fiercely loyal. This loyalty can lead to him to make some pretty brash decisions, usually acting before he thinks. However, it's always to protect or even avenge his allies. He likes to be involved and make jokes among friends. Whatever would help out, he's always the first to offer his hand in anything he's able to, especially if he knows he is good at it. Matt isn't one to shy away from a fight either.
If any of his friends get hurt or are threatened, Matt's meaner side begins to show. If he comes across someone who truly deserves no mercy, then he has no problem with giving none. He's got no problem with burying his axe in a walker's head, but only when he's sure someone is "too far gone" is when he's comfortable with killing a human. That or self-defence. In the last four years, if Matt has learnt one thing, it's that it will always come down to "you or them".
Habits: Chopping wood just to blow off steam, axe sharpening
Hobbies: As well as his job working with wood, Matt enjoys whittling wood into shapes and sculptures.
Fears: - Clowns... fucking clowns...
- Drowning
- Heights
Likes:- People
- Animals
- Forests
- Rain
- Plaid shirts
- His axe
Dislikes:- Psychopaths
- Assholes
- Heat
- Insects
- Arachnids
- Pretenders
Pre Outbreak Skills:- Wood-Chopping
- Lifting
- Whittling
- Hunting Rifle shooting
Post Outbreak Skills: - Using an axe as a weapon than just a tool
- Pistol
- Advanced Rifle
- Brawling
- Building fortifications
Current Supplies:- Current Clothing - White long sleeved t-shirt with a black and red plaid flannel shirt as an overcoat (Gotta double layer). Blue jeans and brown steel-toecap work boots. Also wears a black woollen skullcap.
- His trusty wood-axe which has been around since the beginning.
- 3 cans of food
- 1 litre water bottle (half full)
- Knife
- Glock 17
- 15 Glock rounds (One full clip)
- Stainless Synthetic Vanguard Hunting rifle
- 30.06 springfield ammo (10 rounds)
Your First Walker Encounter: On the first day of the end, Matthew had just walked into his cabin in the woods after a long day of chopping timber. However, as he was coming up to his home, he noticed he left the door open, and a trail of crushed leaves that came from a new direction. One that Matthew had never walked before. Tightening his grip on his axe, he stepped in.
The sun was beginning to set in the forest, and amber rays of sunlight beamed through the windows as illumination. He could make out the hunched over silhouette of a stranger.
"Hey man, you lost?" He called out, taking a step forward. The stranger growled and slowly began to turn around. Matt could make out more features.
There was... blood all around it's mouth, dripping down his chin. It's skin was losing it's tone but this guy couldn't have been any older than 30. The stranger's eyes were dull and lifeless. Immediately, Matt rushed towards him.
"Dude, you need the hospital!" He exclaimed. However, the walker stumbled forward and grappled with Matt, sending them both on the floor. Gnashing teeth began to clamp together a few inches away from Matt's face. Matthew grunted and managed to slowly push the man off.
He scrambled to his feet, keeping his axe at the ready.
"C'mon man, I don't want to hurt you!" The lumberjack warned. However, it fell on deaf ears, and the walker slowly got up and limped towards Matt. With a roar, Matt swung his axe as hard as he could. It buried itself deep into the neck of the walker. This man should be dead, but he was still standing, and still trying to grab at Matt.
What the fuck.....With a heave, Matt pulled the Walker towards him and pushed it off of the axe with a kick. The walker stumbled backwards onto the floor, and with another yell, the lumberjack swung his axe overhead and the axehead split apart the walker's head. The panting, blood-covered Lumberjack stepped onto the corpse and used it for leverage to lift the axe out. He went to pick up the phone, turning up the volume on his radio on the way, which was when he heard the emergency broadcast.
History Before Outbreak: Matthew grew up in Florida, having a pretty normal and comfortable upbringing. His whole childhood was anything but unordinary. His father was a successful banker and his mother was an accomplished surgeon. His life was put on the rails and he was in for the ride that was laid out before him.
When Matt got into his early adulthood, he begun to realise that he never really made any decisions for himself. He grew up in the city, always doing what people told him was "best for him". He confronted his parents, who were understanding of his feelings. He wanted to strike out on his own, and do something completely unexpected. What was the best cliche for a city boy? Go live in the woods of course.
It was then he begun to make his new life in the woods. He learnt how to hunt with his rifle that was gifted by his father, he built his own log cabin, and that's how he begun his career as a Lumberjack. He searched up everything he knew on the internet, and then began to practice and hone his craft.
History Since Outbreak: Matthew grabbed everything he could after killing his first zombie, and then began to walk back to the city. He had to check on his parents. There was no way he could up and leave without at least checking on them.
The city was a fiery mess of god knows what. He had to sneak around, and everything and everyone he grew up with was turned. A school-bus had driven into the wall of where Matt went. One of his childhood friends was impaled on a twisted bit of rebar. His parents stumbling down the street, flesh decayed and even his mother missing a limb. He put them out of their misery and then began to scavenge. It wasn't until he found a secluded spot back in the forest that it hit him, and he broke down over how much he lost.
But weeping wasn't going to get him anywhere. He wasn't about to let this world get the better of him just because he was moping around. His conquest of survival began, and he ventured forth into the dangerous unknown. In the first two years, Matthew ran into a group of survivors, and they made a camp together. It was nice, Matthew felt happy again, and not alone. They had a farm, and he even met a special someone. A southern belle named Maxine. However, things changed, and Matthew was about to lose everything again.
A new group had showed up. They had guns. Big ones. They were all wearing bandanas on their faces. They took everything they had. The food, guns, everything except melee weapons and water for two days. And like that, the bandits vanished but not without making an example. They shot the group's leader and Maxine.
"One man, one woman." The bandits' head honcho declared. They buried the two after the robbers had left. Matt couldn't take this lying down. He was the only one who went after them. Everyone else had lost all hope.
Matthew had managed to find their own camp in an abandoned warehouse. Matthew managed to sneak in and find his rifle, and pick up the pistol he still uses today. He got out and then found a perch in the trees, about a 100 yards away. He kept his rifle trained on the door and waited for that son of a bitch to come out. Soon enough, that mask wearing prick came back. When they killed Maxine, it was meant to be a deterrent, but it was a spark. A spark that Matt never knew he had. The drive to kill a man without a second thought. He squeezed the trigger as the shot rang out, and he could see the body drop.
Not wanting to hang around, Matt left, slinging his rifle onto his back and hightailing it out before they could find out where the shot came from. That kill had stuck with him ever since. He killed a man, not just a walker. Matthew didn't even have a brief moment of respite from the thought. It was the only human he's killed to this day, but he knows that he would do it again if he had to. Matt spent the rest of the next two years being a nomad. He lived off of the land and survived in the wilderness on his own, briefly running into new people, but only for a moment to help rather than staying. He's now made his way to Georgia, where he hopes he could have something like he did before again.
Character Quote: "If I stopped caring about people, I don't think I'd be any better than the walkers..."Theme Song: Rise Against - SurviveHow Many Walkers Have You Killed: "Huh... I didn't know you were meant to keep count. Hehe..."How Many People Have You Killed: "One."Why: "He was too far gone.Anything Else: https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4649208*By submitting this CS in its completion I am stating I have read all the rules for this Rp and am agreeing to follow them to the fullest with respect and courtesy.
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