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Matt glanced at the girl nearby as he walked to the door of the bar and he made kissy kissy noises to her, laughing as he caught her furious glare.
"Still sore, bitch?" he snarls and he laughed again, stepping inside, smirking as he caught the image of a finger flipped up to his green eyes.
He didn't give a fuck, once he would have. But not anymore.
He saw the girl he was looking for, inside, and smiled "Hows my mysterious girl?" he drawled, moving over to her.
Matt smirked as the girl replied and he shrugged, looking away "Don't know what you're talking about" he drawled, not really caring if she knew he'd fucked the other.
He was sick of creeping around, making excuses to these prissy girls that wanted him on a leash. He followed her into the back room and reached out to slap her ass hard. "Been wanting to do that all day!" he drawled, another laugh slipping from his lips as she glared round at him.

Matt Carthage moved over to the cupboard, opening the door and grabbing a whiskey from it, plopping himself down on the sad looking sofa to drink it.
Listening to her berate and shout at him, her nagging, whining words forcing their way into his brain he rolled his eyes and unscrewed the top on the bottle, raising the whiskey to drink it, never having the chance as it was smacked out of his hand, the bottle smashing against the wall.
His hand held where it was, raised and slowly his eyes slid up to her face, his features becoming hard, his eyes glittering coldly as he looked at her. "What....the FUCK did you just do?" he asked, his voice low, his words slow and deliberate, a definite growl to his words.
The girl stopped shouting at once, and she blinked, taking a step back as he slowly rose, his eyes never leaving her face. A malevolent look flickered across his features, making his cold eyes seem almost evil, pure rage seeping from every pore as he advanced on her.

"Did you just smash my bottle of whiskey?" he asked her, his steps slow, deliberately intimidating, backing her into the wall. "N....no....i.." the girl began to speak, fear in her eyes and he raised his arm to quickly grab a fistful of hair, yanking her head back as his other hand thrust out to grab her throat. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he snarled, gripping her throat tight enough to panic her but not enough to knock her out.
She whimpered and he used his hands to lift her tiny body, up, thrusting her onto the table where he pinned her with his body, his eyes hard and cold. "ive had enough of women thinking they can control me" he growled and he leaned down to bit her neck, hard, as his other hand, gripped her hair tightly.

Matt laughed as she tried to fight him and he raised his hand off her hair to backhand her round the face. "What the FUCK makes you think you can call the shots huh?!!" he snarled and he squeezed her throat hard, but leaving enough to just breathe. "You're nothing but a flighty fucking whore, what makes you think i'd EVER be interested in a cunt like you??" he drew his lips close and shouted in her face, rage making the veins on his neck stand out and he glared at her, anger pumping in his veins, like oil, fueling the fire in his heart.

Matt heard her try to speak and he glared at her "All you women are the same, manipulating and twisting.......i dont even WANT you, fucking slag!!!" he said, pulling his arm back and aiming it at her face, feeling his fist connect with her skin, blood coming quickly as he hit her again and again and again, over and over, so many times he lost count, her screams slowly growing quieter

His hits slowed to a stop and he panted hard, looking down at the bloody mess that was her face, slowly, so slowly releasing the grip on her throat, letting her slither onto the floor. For a moment he just stood there, staring down at her, the anger dissipating to leave him feeling cold, sick, his fist throbbing with the already puffing of his knuckles, an injury that he was used to having. He took a step back, the image of her broken, bloody face burning into his mind and he groaned, what had he done?

A tiny sound nearby made him look up and he stared at the three faces nearby, staring straight back at him, shock and fear flickering in the eyes of those silently watching. He frowned, fear making him spiky and he stepped away from her to grab another bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, turning at last towards the bodies in the doorway, a scowl scarring his face as he marched towards them, the bodies parting like water. "Clean that shit up!!" he snarled, giving all of the eyes his own look of menace and he barged past them, ever the hard man, back out into the street, a look of desolation in his eyes as he groaned "Oh, Aiya" to himself, the name unheard by those nearby it was uttered so quietly.....

Backstory:

Matt grew up in Seattle.

An all round American good boy from a good family.

Or so it seemed.

His father was a cop, also a wife beating drunk.

From an early age Matt learned to dodge the beatings, watching helplessly as his mother was beaten on a daily basis.

He learnt how to be a man from his father. The only advice his father ever gave him was that women were only good for two things; fucking & cooking.

So yeah, he's the product of horrendous parenting.

He ran away at 15 after getting caught in bed with the mayors daughter, Alice.

The mayor threatened to hurt his family if he didn't leave the city.

His mother found him packing. She gave him the silver cross that he wears today for protection.

And so he left her behind in Seattle.

Some years later he went back, finding out that his father had brutally beaten his mother to death, & had been sent to prison for the crime.

He left again, traveling from place to place, never stopping for long before finally settling in Perdition.

Joining a local gang, The Gambits, he worked his way up to eventually become leader of the crew, falling head over heels in love along the way. But the gang crumbled in a gang war with a rival group and broken and grief stricken he left town.

Moving from place to place again he ended up in Dead End where he stopped to possibly make a new life.

Slowly, the grief and anger at past events began to change him, make him harder, colder, more brutal, his temper even more volatile than it had been already.

He earned a reputation as a hard man, a man not to be crossed, something which caused him much guilt and shame in the following nights spent alone.

Realising he'd ended up burning all his bridges and unable to leave the past where it lay he decided to return to Perdition, but it remains to be seen wether the new Perdition will be able to handle the much changed, harder, colder, more brutal Matt that left before.

Character Growth:

Yin - Short tempered, sarcastic, moody, quiet, serious, argumentative, cold-hearted, cruel, dangerous, disrespectful, independent, obnoxious, chauvanistic, arrogant, rude, vulgar.

Yang - Charming, flirty, charismatic, confident, self-reliant, prone-to-random-acts-of-kindness
Matt's a quiet guy. He doesn't usually speak unless he's got something to say, which can make him seem moody.

His manner may make you think that he's deep in thought, or even bored, but the truth is that he is always watchful, always alert & everything he says & does is deliberate. He does nothing without thinking it through first.

A typical alpha male, he is tough, stubborn & has a terrible temper which makes him quick to rise to a fight, which is the one thing he's good at, the streets having taught him all he knows of how to survive.

Catch him in a good mood though & he can be charm itself. Flirtatious, kind & almost a gentleman he knows how to be all things to all people, a skill he's honed over the years.

Drink, women & drugs are what he uses to pass the time in his world, the first being a daily habit, the second, a nightly one, & the third only when the first two fail.

He's a definite scrapper & loves to have a fight, even picking a fight for no reason with someone who really doesn't deserve it.

Oh, & he always gets what he wants, even if he has to use force to get it....

He definitely seem to have a deathwish, fighting, scrapping, drinking, fucking and getting high, it almost seems as if he deliberately puts himself in harms way, caring nothing for himself.

But the anger and brutality truly does hide a soft heart, one that has been broken and scarred so many times that its been locked away tight, hidden deep within him where no one can find it.

It will take a very special person to unlock the goodness he carries within him...

((If you'd like to RP and you're not sure about something please dont hesitate to IM me, im very easygoing, open to pretty much most things. If you'd like to become involved in Matts story somehow, just come RP with me if you see me or IM me inworld and we'll see what we come come up with))

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