User:Matson Jade

	Publican
	This user owns the Giffard Arms Pub - drop in sometime for chat and excessive whiskey!

At A Glance

Name: Matson Jade Age: Thirty-ish? Birthplace: Surrey, UK Strengths: High physical condition, marksmanship, expert in engineering, moderately skilled in battlefield medicine. Fantastic dress sense. Sense of humour. Weaknesses: Women, drink and tendency to berate people in trenchcoats. You're not Blade, so stop trying. Loves: Good whiskey, good women, the fact he's settled down. Hates: Wannabes, trenchcoats, coloured contact lenses... you get the idea.

Appearance

Pretty long, fair hair, cause you don't find a barber after the apocalypse. He tries to keep it clean though. Spent two weeks ransacking a Specsavers until he found a pair of glasses that suited him. A hawaiian shirt was a must - he keeps a wardrobe of them. Other than that it's Primark jeans and attractive trainers off the rack at TK Maxx all the way. As for his physical body, even though he was in a wheelchair for a year, you don't lug stuff around a city without losing a few pounds. Blue-Grey eyes and a near-permanent grin complete the picture. His voice is higher than you might expect - and somewhat plummy. His equipment hangs in his webbing - his flak jacket sewn to his rucksack and holsters. He favours the Beretta Silver Pigeon shotgun and the Mauser C96 pistol.

Profile

Matson Jade was born in the county of Surrey, UK. He joined the British Army, in the Corps of Royal Engineers, and had a distinguished and upstanding military career. After being injured in a bomb attack, and subsequently rendered paraplegic, he was honourably discharged and received a great deal of compensation. After spending a few years in a wheelchair and accepting his disability, he decided to take the small fortune he had saved, and tour the world.

By fateful chance and divine cockup, he happened to be staying in a hotel in Malton at time of the Malton Incident. Being wheelchair-bound he did not have much of a chance initially, and was soon killed. His rotting corpse dragged itself into a Necrotech building, dragging its useless legs behind it. A kindly scientist revived him, and the glittering serum reconstructed his damaged spinal cord. Two days later, Matson Jade stood for the first time in years.

Overjoyed at this new lease of life, he took to the zombie hunter life, drifting from safehouse to safehouse and doing his bit to keep the zed population down. After relearning his rusty military skills in full, honing his structural engineering and enjoying his legs as an amateur free runner, he decided to branch out into science and medicine - he subsequently took a Necrotech two year intensive course in Undead Cytobiology and Medicine. After a while, he tired of merely scraping a living in the chaos: he decided to settle down. At the same time he came across the Giffard Arms public house.

Matson found a lockbox under the smashed bar. Within was all the paperwork he required - Warranty Deeds, Liquor Licences, the works - All blank. The previous owner had, upon the outbreak, decided to leave his pub to whomever wanted to claim it, and had filled in and locked up the paperwork accordingly. Matson filled in the documents and set to work refurbishing his new pub.