User:Mattias Nilsson

Mattias Nilsson Urban Dead ID: Mattias Nilsson Class: Military Joined: March 3rd, 2010 Affiliation: Cobra Urban Dead This user plays Urban Dead. Wow, what are the odds? Cobra Mattias is a member of Cobra. Hail! "Mattias" Real Name: Mattias Nilsson Date of Birth: Sometime in '78 Hair Color: Blonde Place of Birth: Sweden Eyes: Green Height: 6'0" Weight: Around 200 lbs. Gender: Male Race: Swedish "The hanged man will kick at anything when the noose starts to tighten around his neck." Mattias' Story: There is no record of a Mattias Nilsson in official archives. This causes some to believe that "Mattias Nilsson" may be a pseudonym, others believing the records were lost due to a childhood experiment with explosives. The first official surviving mention of him are of his time with the Arctic Rangers. While serving with the Rangers, he would accept the most dangerous assignments, seemingly unheeding of his own personal safety. His apparent need for a constant adrenaline rush concerned his superiors, who knew the Arctic Rangers existed in an unforgiving and merciless environment. Mattias accepted this and thrived, building up a rapport with his comrades. His loyalty caused problems however as he frequently fought on his fellow Ranger's behalf. When one of these fights left a superior in the hospital, Mattias was dishonorably discharged. Shortly afterward, he joined an outlaw biker gang known was the Wolfpack Brotherhood. Under his influence, the Brotherhood went from being a mild irritant to the Swedish authorities to becoming the home of the most wanted criminals of the nation. Mattias himself became infamous for his violent exploits and adrenaline-fueled stunts. He was eventually captured by the Swedish authorities, but never one to be chained down, he escaped. Now a fugitive in his native Sweden, he realized he could not remain there. He left the country and became a mercenary. He swiftly gained a reputation for overkill, often using high explosives and air strikes for jobs best suited for small arms. Despite this, he got his assignments done and his explosive reputation soon made him one of the most sought-after mercenaries in the world. After a PMC he was a member of went out of business, he joined Executive Operations, where he participated in the North Korean Conflict. In 2004, the president of North Korea, Choi Kim, extended an olive branch to South Korea. The hopes he had of peaceful Korea reunification spread to South Korea and the South Koreans agreed to send North Korea money on the condition that they disband their military. North Korea agreed. All is well until the night of the reunification. President Choi Kim's son, General Choi Song, is dissatisfied with the peace treaties and talks. On the eve of the reunification of North and South Korea, he staged a violent coup, storming the summit and killing his father, seizing control of the country. General Choi Song then expelled all foreigners from North Korea into South Korea. North Korea went "dark". No weapon inspectors or foreign press were allowed in and all communications with the outside world ceased. Eventually, the world's eyes turned to other matters. Still rumors ran rampant, all hinting the worst, but, as many hoped, they were just rumors. A North Korean freighter, floundered in a storm, is rescued by the Royal Australian Navy. The RAN found the crew making a hasty attempt to scuttle the ship, and became suspicious. Upon searching the ship, the RAN found nuclear weapons bound for an Indonesian company known to be a front for terrorists. The link between Song, terrorists, and nuclear weapons was made. Within hours of the discovery, Chinese intelligence reported that Song's missile capabilities were much higher than once assumed – he could hit any target on all seven continents. The Allied Nations formed a combat force with troops from all over the globe, initiated a large-scale landing, and smashed through a division of NK regulars, taking the missile sites at Yongbyon. The NK troops, though well-trained and equipped, had never experienced real war - resulting in many of its commanders panicking and fleeing. The Allied Nations emerge victorious with minimal losses. But their euphoria over breaking Song's grip on the country was cut short - they found documents containing evidence that Song was building 30 more nuclear warheads and missiles at an unknown launch site. Worse yet, the documents indicated that the weapons would be ready in three weeks. The AN top priority became finding and capturing or killing Song before he was able to launch the missiles. After two weeks of searching fruitlessly for Song, the AN issued a "Deck of 52". The Clubs were members of Division 39, a state-sponsored mafia consisting of ministers in the government. The Diamonds were high-ranking military officials. The Hearts were noted scientists credited with developing nuclear, biological and chemical weapons. The Spades were General Song's all-female special forces squad and their male commanders. Song, of course, was the Ace of Spades. A $100 million USD bounty was placed on his head, with the bounties on the other members of the Deck of 52 beginning at $250,000. Mattias worked for Executive Operations, or ExOps, a private military company that provides military services to world governments and large corporations. Mattias had been tasked with finding and either capturing or killing members of the Deck of 52, and most specifically, General Song, before he could launch his nuclear warheads. Mattias can be summarized as a "wild man". Rowdy, boisterous and an adrenaline junkie he finds his work as a mercenary allows him to operate independently of those who may disapprove of his actions, his employers typically only concerned with results. It is, at it's core, his way of being paid for doing what he loves. Though volatile, he is not sadistic or psychotic. He does not take pleasure from the deadly results of his destructive impulses, though he is not unaware of them either, accepting their inevitability. He is also possessed of a dry, sarcastic wit, delivering his lines with a deadpan tone. The characteristic that has given him the most fame is his frequent use of high-grade explosives for even the smallest problems and his tendency to not only defeat, but utterly destroy his enemies. Even those familiar with his reputation are shocked by his penchant for explosive violence. He does however have a 'soft' side, loyal to those he considers friends and willing to stand up to a threat to defend them. He also has a soft side for the little guy, just trying to get by. He cares little about who employs him or why, only that it allows him to exercise his love of explosives and destruction. A phrase used many times by Mattias is "Why cant EVERYTHING be rocket propelled?" Mattias' time in the Arctic Rangers has made him extremely athletic, capable of running, sprinting, and swimming for long distances. He is also physically strong and coordinated, able to knock out or even kill enemy combatants with one bash from whatever weapon he's holding. His time in the Swedish biker gang has made him an expert in driving motorcycles, and his criminal career has trained him in car jacking and evasive driving. His stint in various Private Military Companies has given him experience with nearly all modern small arms and military craft, including helicopters, gunships, maritime assault craft, and tanks. He is also very adept at using air strikes, including beacon, radio homing, and satellite coordinated munitions. He is fluent in Russian, Swedish and English. After many fruitless years of non-combat, Mattias finally decided to work inside of Malton. The government told him that he wasn't allowed to be airdropped in, but they wouldn't stop him if he tried to get inside of the walls. He had his helicopter pilot fly him in and drop him off somewhere inside of the quarantine. After many years of being away from the Wolfpack Brotherhood, he has decided to bring back the Wolfpack for a run of destruction inside a city run by chaos. They watch the windows. They man lookout points. They maintain the barricades. They count down the night-time hours. They prime their weapons and ration their supplies and wait for the strike. It comes from behind. Go for the important ones first. The leader, the alpha male. Loud-mouthed egotistical tosser, thinks he's got a plan. Well, here's the plan. The shotgun that some poor blonde kid loaded for me just two hours back is emptied in seconds. Discard it, dead weight. Pistol shots scare the rest of them behind cover, and the big lad's gurgling blood. I watch for a few seconds, hovering over him, and laugh. I laugh at his pathetic beliefs, his structure and his rigmarole and his lust for glory, and I laugh. Then a heavy stomp ends it. Why? Not for the love of violence, or the feeling of playing God. No. Just for shits and giggles. Just because I can. Scream. Thhhhhht. Pant. Tudt. Splash. Groan. Drip. Drip. Drip. Pant. Drip pant drip drip dripdripdripdripdripdriptrickle. Sigh. I'm savouring the kill now, breathing in the acrid copper fumes of hot blood and bile. The knife handle is slick with the wet effluence of what used to be a life, and it slips, begrudgingly, from my hand, and I watch it fall. It makes a little splash in the growing puddle beneath me, and I can't help but think of how Bret Easton Ellis might describe this scene, but then I tense up, fearful, at the sound of many footsteps. Maybe they'll actually get me this time, maybe they'll catch me and I'll find out the hard way how this feels from the other side. The noise rushes past below the window, and peering out, I see it's only the horde. Nothing I actually need to worry about, so I retrieve my weapon, and relief washes over me in an awesome wave. All the people and places I have killed. Date Victim Speech Kill Sunday, 28 March 2010 Vincent Redd X X Wednesday, 31 March 2010 Mr Blahman X X Friday, 09 April 2010 Topcatz X X Friday, 09 April 2010 Lyner X X Saturday, 10 April 2010 Topcatz X X Sunday, 11 April 2010 Berserk Merc X X Monday, 12 April 2010 Yamakasi Besson X X Thursday, 15 April 2010 nitsuj nospej X X People who are going to die: Lego minifig Colin WMD nitsuj nospej Odinson Adam Houser Yamasaki Besson Tarawa CPL Wee Man Dr Frank Stevens PureHavoc Janus Drake John Kingston Berserk Merc Benzeney Keklut Andy Millward The members of the Deck of 52 should be Player Killers because the real Deck was a group of High Value Targets who were either war criminals or leaders of some sort of the army of a dictatorial North Korea. PK Count Mattias has PKed 8 people. Report Me! This user is an evil PKer. To punish me: report my kills on the Rogues Gallery! ‎ Player Killer "One kills a man, one is an assassin; one kills millions, one is a conqueror; one kills everybody, one is a god." This user is a PKer and supports the act of Player Killing.