Matthew 'Voracity' Grey

[Matthew 'Voracity' Grey]

<Matthew 'Voracity' Grey>

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Full Name- Matthew Grey
Nicknames- Voracity
Gender- Male
Occupation- Former Patient of Manhattan Psychiatric Center and Semi-Reformed Serial Killer
Age- 27 yrs
Date of Birth- 12-22-1983
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Manhattan - Grand Central Terminal
Faction- Carrier
Celebrity Claim- Conan Stevens
What should we call you?- Just call me Voracity
Play anyone else?- Not yet
Have You Read the Rules?- Zombies, man. They creep me out

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Personality-

Matthew is an strong willed individual who demonstrates an ability to grasp most things very quickly. He is physically strong and fast, more so he knows he is and is ready to utilize any and all of his talents at a moments notice. He tries to be a somewhat fair individual and further more tries to keep his word when he gives it. The only time he will break his word is if he has no choice, if it would put his brother in danger or he feels the person he gave his word to no longer worthy of it.

That said it should also be known that Matthew is extremely psychotic. . . Not to a degree where he thinks of killing anyone, but he was treated in a mental institution for over sixteen years for murdering both his father, his foster parents followed by assaulting an officer. All of this at the innocent age of eleven. . .

Not once has Matthew truly been sorry for what he did, he is only sorry that he got caught and had been unable to save his brother sooner. Few people could blame what he became if they knew his history, but at the same time it does not fully justify the creature he has become.

Out of him and his brother, many people might consider him the more dangerous of the two. For the simple reason that while Michael may attack openly and chance he got, Matthew would come at you with a smile before breaking your neck. He is a charasmatic individual when he wants to be, but at times he becomes impatient, simply killing to get what he wants or simply destroying an obstacle in his way.

Another interesting fact is that Matthew and his brother Michael see themselves as two of the same whole. They even go as far as to refer to themselves as we when addressed, only calling each other by name when in private. When in public they simply refer to one another as brother. As for other individuals, they are normally referred to as "it" and this is unlikely to change unless someone earns respect of the brothers.

An odd note to the brothers is that while they are not identical, they do generally think alike in most situations. They are usually able to predict one another's movements and thoughts on something, they are even seen finishing each other's sentences on a very regular basis. While they might not be identical there is no doubt that they have some sort of link.

Lastly, Matthew is somewhat greedy in nature. Having always been larger than most children and having had to fight for what little they had as kids he feels he is owed his dues by most of the world. If he sees something he wants he may simply try to steal it, but if he is met with any real resistance he would kill for it with little to no hesitation. This does not mean he is idiotic though, he can asess situations well enough. If he were surrounded by mulitple gunsmen he would not try to steal something, but if it were just one or two his primal nature would tell him he could take them and as such he would proceed.

The brothers while barbaric and even cruel at times are not total savages. They have their own honor and civility, mainly keeping their word and not wasting anything. Whether that be opprotunities, ammunition or whatever they may have. They plan to seize this opprotunity of being carriers to become someone important, to rise above the nobodies they used to be. . .


Likes-

• Working with his hands
  
• Music (Rock/Metal)
  
• His brother
  
• Fighting
  

Dislikes-

• Being judged
  
• Doctors
  
• Police
  
• Needles
  

Strengths-

• Charismatic
  
• Quick to Adapt
  
• Physically Strong/Fast
  
• Quick Study (Can learn basic things quickly)
  

Weaknesses-

• Being Seperated from his Brother
  
• Overprotective of his Brother
  
• Being Challenged by Others
  
• Distrustful of Most People
  

Skills-

• Construction (Carpentry/Electrical)
  
• Chemistry (Mixing Chemicals)
  
• Mechanical Skills (Vehicles/Engines)
  
• Martial Arts
  

Flaws-

• Can be Blunt with Obstacles. (Would rather break a door down than try and pick it.)
  
• Bad with Computers
  
• Impatient at Times
  
• Takes Unnecessary Risks
  

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Hair- Dark Brown
Eye Color- blue
Race- Caucasian
Physique- athletic
Height- 6'4"
Weight- 220 lbs


Birthplace- New York City, NY - The Bronx
Mother- Moraine Grey - Died giving birth
Father- Markus Grey - Murdered by the twins when they were ten.
Siblings- Michael Grey - Non-identical twin brother, still alive and living together
Other- N/A

History- Matthew and his brother Michael were born to a fairly plain family. They were lower-middle class and had a nice apartment in the Bronx, at least they had when they were born. Their first breath though would steal their mother\'s last. After that instant their father\'s hate for them would never be extinguished, no, better said it never could be extinguished.

At first their upbringing was not too bad, their father hated them, but he always saw his wife\'s eyes when he looked at the boys which kept him in check. . . to a certain degree. The boys suffered a few broken bones and dislocated shoulders, but nothing that he could not just explain away. It was only when they were a little older that he truly started to release his rage upon them.

For their fifth birthday the twins did not receive any presents or party, instead they both received a beating that left both of them bloody and unconscious on the floor. With their birthday right on the Christmas vacation no one ever got to see the wounds, as they were almost completely healed by the time they went back.

This was their existence, during the school year they were only mildly beat and the bruises explained away. During vacations or the summers they were generally beat until they lost consciousness. It was not too bad though, the boys when at school blew off their steam by picking fights with kids a few years older then them, arguing with other kids for no real reason other than to argue and stealing various objects from both kids and adults.

Matthew was the more physical of the two while Michael was the more intellectual. Michael spent his time reading books and taking things apart to figure out how they worked. Matthew on the other hand preferred to play on the roof of his apartment building. He even would jump the gaps between his building and the neighboring building. The gap itself was only about two feet, but it was good fun for Matthew at that age, Apart from that he would throw rocks from the roof at both people and cars, anything to entertain himself.

It was when he was nearing ten and a half that Matthew began to formulate a plan, a plot to deal with their father\'s cruelty and hatred once and for all. . .He was planning on how he could kill his father and get away with it. He would lay in his bed at night after receiving a beating from their father thinking of a multitude of ways he could kill the man. He envisioned them and played the scenarios in his mind time and time again, an endless loop of slaughter leading to freedom viewed in his cranium.

Finally he decided what to do. All the elaborate plans he came up with were worthless, instead he chose to take a more simplistic approach. On one night he handed his brother a knife, telling him to put it in his pocket. His brother was hesitant, but eventually he listed and listened to Matthew.

When their father came home Matthew was waiting for him in the living room. Immediately his father started in on him, ranting his usual spew of how Matthew and Michael were the reason his life was so bad. Matthew however did something he had never done before, he attacked his father, unleashing a flurry of punches and kicks at the man.

All of this came to little effect, but for the first moment Matthew seemed to be doing good, mainly just because his father was so surprised by the action. After that first minute though the tables would be turned and Matthew would begin to be beaten as if he were a steak to be tenderized.

Then, finally Michael moved into action, stabbing their father in the back twice, turning his attention from Matthew and to Michael. Matthew was on the ground, gasping for air through blood filled nose. Looking up towards his father, his left eye swollen shut he saw the knife in the back that now faced him.

Pushing himself to leap to his feet, his body protesting at the strain, his vision fading with black at the edges he forced himself through it. He grabbed the knife in his back, pulling it free and stabbing it in time and time again, screaming while he did it. He hated this man and every time he stabbed him he felt like he was making up for a time he had been beaten.

Finally his father fell to his knees, his back riddled with holes all the way up to his shoulders. Blood was seeping from his mouth and flowed from his back to the carpeted floor. Pushing him over to lay on the ground he would roll his father over, offering the knife to his brother hilt first.

He told his brother that he did not have to be afraid anymore, that their father would never be able to hurt them ever again. That they would finally be free to do whatever they wanted and that they might finally be happy. However, his thoughts would soon be proven to be false. While he figured they might get away with it he forgot to take into account that they might separate them. The police investigated it, with distant family stating how horrible Markus had been.

Neighbors told the police about how screams and crying would be heard every time the father got home from work. There was a very solid case for self defense, their court appointed attorney told them they would not have to worry about anything. What she did not bother to tell them was that there was a high chance that they would get separated.

Court officers were actually forced to physically remove the twins from one another, neither of them letting go of the other\'s arms. It took five men and several minutes, but they would finally be torn from one another and taken to separate homes.

Matthew was taken to a home near Mt Vernon while his brother was sent Queens. The family was not bad, they were very nice in fact. They had always wanted another child and having been unable to put themselves in foster care program. Their son having been their only child had been spoiled rotten. While Matthew liked the family he hated his new foster-brother.

Not more than an hour after he arrived his new foster-brother would take the only picture he had of his brother and would rip it in half. He flew at the foster-brother attacking him, the parents however would quickly break them up. They were upset that he attacked their child, but when he said that he ripped his brother\'s picture in half they were more furious at him than anyone.

So they sent his foster brother to his room while they apologized to Matthew on his behalf. He nodded saying it was fine and that he just wanted to be alone for a little while. The parents nodded and left him, Matthew heading out to the yard, he just stood out there for some time just looking up at the sky and finally he decided that he could not stay here. One thought kept going through his head again and again. He wanted to be back with his brother. . .he did not want to be here anymore. . .

He walked into a shed that the family had in the back yard, looking through various tools and items they had stored there until he came across a replacement lawn mower blade. He stared at it for some time and finally would pick it up. It was heavy, but he could still lift it easily if he used both hands. Walking into the house he would set it behind a fake plant, leaving it there for later. He sat at the table, ate with his foster parents, his brother getting no dinner for what he had done.

They went to sleep after putting him to bed, Matthew just laying there after the light went out. All he did was stare at the ceiling, listening to the ticking of a clock, waiting for a hour to pass. Finally he would swing his legs out over the edge of the bed, would quietly open the door, tip-toeing out into the living room where he retrieved the lawn mower blade.

Moving slowly and as quietly as he could manage he made his way to his foster parents bedroom, cracking the door open just enough to slide in. He came to stand right beside their bed and stared down at them. They were nice enough, but he did not want to be with them, he wanted to be with his brother. The foster father woke up a bit, looking at Matthew standing over him asking him what was wrong.

The man sat himself up a bit in the bed right as Matthew lifted and swung the blade, it sinking deep into his throat, cutting through the windpipe and severing the spine. The man could not scream or move his body, later it would be determined that he had lived for another minute after the wound.

With him now incapacitated Matthew turned towards the woman. She was beginning to stir due to her husband having shifted. Matthew pulled the blade from the man with some difficulty, calmly walked around the bed just as she began to sit up and would promptly bring the blade down upon her forehead. Matthew simply walked away from the two, going to the corner of their room where he grabbed a hammer out of the foster-father\'s tool belt.

Strolling down the hall he came to the door to his foster brother\'s room. Surprisingly he was actually enjoying this. The power he felt from being in control of other\'s lives was something he had never experienced. He had never had control before, he had always been at the whim of his father\'s mood. Opening the door he would walk into the room, right up to the boy and would bring the hammer down on one of his knees, the kneecap shattering instantly.

The boy screamed, rolling out of the bed and Matthew just smiled a little as he broke the other knee. When he started to try and crawl away, screaming for his parents Matthew just kept working, breaking both his hands and then shattering his elbows. Finally flipping him over to look up he smiled at the boy. "You shouldn't have ripped my picture."

It was all he said as he looked at the terror on the boy\'s face and savored the moment. Then in a flash Matthew brought the hammer to connect with the boy\'s face time and time again. He kept hammering away at it until his head was little more that a bowl of bone with a thick red porridge inside. Dropping the hammer he walked away from fresh corpse on the ground, walking to the kitchen, grabbing a knife before he left the house.

Matthew did not really know where he was going, he knew the general direction the foster agency's office was in, but not exactly where. So he just started walking, figuring he would find it eventually. What he did not take into account was what people would think of a kid walking by himself covered in blood.

The first time he passed someone they called the police to report a kid walking coated in red. Not five minutes later cops tried to pick him up. The man was nice enough, tried to speak calmly. Most likely he thought that someone had attacked Matthew. The boy was ready to go with him too, until the officer said that he was going to take him back to his father.

Really it was just a poor choice of words from the cop, but all the same it made Matthew snap. Pulling the kitchen knife he attacked, a horizontal slash at his throat as he leaned down to talk to him. Matthew\'s knife just nicked his carotid artery, which caused the officer to reel back. Before Matthew could run at him the officer\'s partner would Taze Matthew, the young boy blacking out from the shock.

After a brief interrogation and a visit to his foster parents home Matthew was sent to a psychiatrist. Within half an hour the doctor came out declaring that Matthew was quite insane. A quick court trial ensued and Matthew was quickly put into Manhattan Psychiatric Center for psychiatric care. He and his brother were sent to the same hospital, but was placed in a seperate ward than his brother.

His time in the metal hospital was rather boring. He was served the same food all the time, he laid in his room alot, but eventually Matthew began working at trying to get the trust of the staff. He had heard one of the doctors mention his brother was not responding to treatment and he knew he had to save his brother. So he began to talk with staff, he went along with their treatments and tried to act the way they wanted him to.

Generally he would build trust for an entire year before he tried some type of rescue plan, each time he failed and would have to start building trust again. After awhile the doctors saw the pattern and he was watched whenever the year long period was over and his escape attempt came up.

Eventually Matthew gave up on escaping right away. Instead he started working on himself, not mentally, but physically. He began to work out in his room and at one point the doctors tried letting patients practice tai chi as an exercise. While it was useless for combat Matthew made sure to show the doctors that it calmed him. He pretended it was an effective treatment to calm him and after a couple years one of the orderlies suggested that he be allowed other videos and pamphlets as treatment.

The doctor's did not like the idea at first, but after consideration and the fact that Matthew was now considered a trustee of sorts, even allowed to work throughout the insitution they finally decided to allow it. Matthew continued to act as if the movements calmed him, but made sure as to never say he was sorry for what he had done. This kept the doctors thinking that the practicing of martial arts was treating him, but at the same time made them keep him since he still showed no regret.

This continued to go on for years, all the while Matthew cotinued to read books on whatever he could find. The staff were happy to supply him them and even allowed him to work on small projects in hope of treating him. He made simple things at the clinic, but read designs for more complicated pieces of furniture and read up on engines, even learning the basics of electrical work. The doctors pushed him to keep learning, hoping that if he were to ever be declared sane that this would provide him opprotunity to find work outside.


(Skipping some years because this history would be too long to read for most people. My rp sample will be counted as part of the history.)






Anything else?- I couldn't find many pictures of the celebrity, but his clothing is generally a T-shirt with leather jacket (black) and blue jeans with belt and steel toes boots.

Weapons: Carries a Guillotine Blade (if you know the paper cutters with the large blades) When using his firearm the blade has a cord on the handle allowing him to loop it on his belt or just hang it around his wrist.

Also carries an AA12 Combat Shotgun (with two drum magazines) that he got from an over run military blockade.

Lastly carries a Ka-Bar combat knife in a boot sheath, hidden under his jeans.

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Sample RP-

There was a night when Matthew was in his room, laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling going over some of the stuff he had learned that day as well as what he had heard on the news. More than anything though he was thinking about the story on the television that the doctors had tried to keep him from seeing. The dead were returning to life and attacking the living all over the city and very likely other parts of the world.

Matthew knew they wouldn't be able to stay here much longer. Either they would get evacuated out like other medical pateitnts and doctors or they would be left here to die. Right as Matthew was trying to come up with a plan to escape the following day, the lights in the hall would go dark. After a moment the emergency lighting would kick on, but as matthew looked at the door he noticed it was now cracked open just a bit.

All the doors in the facility ran on electronic locks, the power outage severing their supply of electricity and thus had unlocked the doors. Standing Matthew would make his way to the now unlocked door. Breathing deeply and setting his mind to the task he would open it gently, creeping across the floor on the balls of his feet, much more quietly than one his size would be expected to sound.

Nearing the help desk near his room he watched as the nurse was trying to use the phone, her eyes were looking down, never noticing the behemoth before her. A small smile and Matthew would grab a pencil from the counter and right as she looked up he would sink it into the middle of her throat. The woman clawed at it trying to rip it out, her mouth gaping open as if to scream, but no more than a slight gurgling coming out. She slowly slid down to the ground looking up at Matthew as he smiled at her. He was finally free and he would get his brother back.

With purpose Matthew moved through the halls, having grabbed an assortment of improvised weapons from the health desk. A multitude of pens and pencils, scissors and of course he had his bare hands as well. Nothing would stop him now. . . He jogged down the halls now, getting more and more determined to find his brother.

Suddenly an orderly would step out in front of him, before he could even react Matthew stabbed the scissors directly into his chest, puncturing his lung. He followed this up with a simple leg sweep and using the momentum of his sweep would turn on his heel bringing himself around where he then performed a simple axe kick to the man's throat, crushing it.

Without even pausing to look at the man he started to jog once more towards the wing he believed his brother was in. Within the next five minutes Matthew killed another dozen people who simply got in his way. The only resistance he got was one orderly who tried to tackle him, which did not turn out well for the orderly. When he tried Matthew simply stepped to the side a bit, wrapped his arm around the back of his neck to the front and by lifting the man like that would cause his neck to break.

Finally he was at the door, with most of the staff dead. the lock was not disengaged though. Which was little to no problem for Matthew as the patient doors were meant to open inwards it would be much easier to break down. For roughly a minute Matthew kicked away at the door, his muscles and body weight bending the lock little by little. Finally the door was knocked inwards, flying open.


"Michael? Are you there?"


It was said in a low, but firm tone. He only bothered to lower his voice so he would not be interuppted in his reunion. Seeing his brother he ran over, giving him a hug before turning to the straight jacket Matthew would undo the belts in the back freeing his brother. When his brother rose to walk he stumbled a bit. It seemed the staff rarely let him excercise.

Without hesitation Matthew threw Michael over his shoulder and ran back out into the hall. On his way out of the building he encountered several more orderlies and even some zombies. It seemed when the electronic locks went out, the few zombies that were outside had also been let in. Matthew fought off the orderlies easy enough, even while holding his brother.

When one of the zombies grabbed at his brother, clawing his right arm Matthew would turn with a roar, reaching out with his left, grabbing the creature by the throat. It of course clawed at him, but Matthew simply ignored the pain of it's nails digging in. Lifting the creature with one hand he would throw it towards a pane of glass, the corpse sailing through the window out into the night before falling to the two floors down.

Leaving the building Matthew found a truck that an orderly was packing various items into. Setting his brother on the hood of another nearby car, Matthew walked over to the orderly, approaching him from behind. The orderly must have heard a slight scuffle or some other noise from Matthew, because right as he reached him he turned. Matthew's right hand darted out grabbing the man's throat, his fingers closing tighter and tighter. Matthew literally crushed his throat and then another moment later tore it out letting it and the body fall to the ground.

Retrieving his brother and placing him in the truck he would bandage both their arms as best he could before taking the driver's seat and soon both of them were off into the night, driving towards the main city. The television had said that it was worst in the cities, but they would need supplies to survive. . .