Matthew Adams
General Information
Full Name: Matthew Josiah Adams
Alias(es): Known as Matty to friends from church youth
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Date of Birth: May 21, 1991
Marital Status: Single
Current Home: Homeless in Houston, Texas
Occupation: None
Affiliations:
About Me
Personality:Matthew is a very angry young man. It's easy to set off his short temper, but he believes it is just an intolerance for stupidity in all its forms. He has a tendency to hold a grudge and is prone to dwelling on thoughts of revenge.
He likes to read and play role-playing games. He enjoys the fantasy of being a fit, strong warrior or a brilliant, quick wizard. He hates to have the game ruined by power-players or player-killers. It's hard to find a really good book for him, but he treasures the ones he's found.
Matt is a smart man, but he always under-achieved while he was in school. He's lazy and apathetic at times. However, when he does get emotionally involved, he is very passionate about his interests.
He was very out of shape and had low-self esteem growing up. When he was teased, rather than shaking it off, he took it to heart. When he lashed out in return he was usually punished immediately. This lead to him being very withdrawn and passive.
Over time, he has learned to nurse his pain and anger into hatred and fury. He plans elaborate revenges in his head for those who cross him and swears to enact them at the first opportunity. However, before the end of the world he never followed through.
Family Relations: Matt's mother and brothers survived the Apocalypse, but he doesn't see them anymore. He hasn't seen his sister in years.
Other Significant People: One ex-wife from his first marriage several years ago.
Their Story: I am Matthew Josiah Adams and my life truly began when I was 11. My father died and I began to question things around me. I was first stricken by his absence. Then, I grew furious over the time with him that I had been robbed of. While I knew he didn't suffer any longer from his bodily ailments, I longed for his guidance and his wisdom.
His passing showed me how fragile it is to live life with others. Still, I tried to carry on as he would have wanted me to. I tried to live up to the standards that he had taught me while he lived. My father was compassionate, patient and loving. I knew what he would've wanted me to do.
But I couldn't do it. Previously, I ha always had trouble in school, whether it was with my low grades thanks to assignments I never felt motivated to start, or with my classmates. From elementary school, I never really got along with other kids in my class. I was always a year younger than they were and I got teased a lot.
Over time, I began to really hate how they treated me. I punched a kid in my class for talking about me and I got suspended. From what I heard, the other kid didn't even get written up. When I came back from it, I hadn't earned my peers respect. Rather, they now shunned me as a bully.
I didn't give up trying to be normal, though. In middle school, I did better about studying and I followed my father's admonitions to join extracurricular activities. I did my best but I wasn't very capable at them. I preferred to read. Then, in my sixth grade year my father suddenly passed away.
Up until that point, I had never really known what it was like to hate God. I had always heard how much He loves us and how we're His children. The sudden loss of my dad changed my whole viewpoint on God.
After that, I found it hard to trust the idea of a benevolent, omniscient creator. Still, a pair of years afterwards, I was introduced to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I had friends who were members and I really didn't know anything about it, so I went with them to church one week. I liked it.
I hadn't been to a church since before my dad had died, so I enjoyed being there again. It was the first time I felt I had something of my dad back. I kept going and eventually I was baptized into the church. I kept going with my friends and they began to treat me as one of their own family. I gained sisters I wasn't born with and a second mother and father.
I met my wife in high school. She was a friend of a friend who introduced us and we bonded almost immediately after that. Though we were the same age, I was a year ahead of her. We dated for my last two years of high school, and after she graduated the following year I asked her to marry me.
It wasn't until after we were wedded that we really had problems. While we were in school, we had our share of stupid teenager problems but we always seemed to wind up just fine afterwards. It must have been the stress of paying bills and adult life that began to split us apart.
We weren't married all of a year before we got a divorce. Once the papers were signed, I never spoke another word to her. I moved back into my mother's house and began my life again. I started attending church again alone, I got a new job.
I carried on for a few years like that. Then the world came to a crashing end.
That changed things.
When I heard the news, I immediately called my mother's house. Thankfully, they still had telephone service and my mother assured me she and my brothers were safe and sound.
Though my family was safe and sound, the same couldn't be said for my friends and coworkers. Those who survived the end of the world were left without much in the way of family. Seeing their pain awoke something inside of me that I thought had healed a long time ago.
I asked myself why God wouldn't help us in this dark hour. Where was He while so many of us were dying? How could any of this be His work?
The only answer that made any sense was one I wasn't willing to accept. God didn't care about us anymore. We were all alone in a broken world.
His passing showed me how fragile it is to live life with others. Still, I tried to carry on as he would have wanted me to. I tried to live up to the standards that he had taught me while he lived. My father was compassionate, patient and loving. I knew what he would've wanted me to do.
But I couldn't do it. Previously, I ha always had trouble in school, whether it was with my low grades thanks to assignments I never felt motivated to start, or with my classmates. From elementary school, I never really got along with other kids in my class. I was always a year younger than they were and I got teased a lot.
Over time, I began to really hate how they treated me. I punched a kid in my class for talking about me and I got suspended. From what I heard, the other kid didn't even get written up. When I came back from it, I hadn't earned my peers respect. Rather, they now shunned me as a bully.
I didn't give up trying to be normal, though. In middle school, I did better about studying and I followed my father's admonitions to join extracurricular activities. I did my best but I wasn't very capable at them. I preferred to read. Then, in my sixth grade year my father suddenly passed away.
Up until that point, I had never really known what it was like to hate God. I had always heard how much He loves us and how we're His children. The sudden loss of my dad changed my whole viewpoint on God.
After that, I found it hard to trust the idea of a benevolent, omniscient creator. Still, a pair of years afterwards, I was introduced to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I had friends who were members and I really didn't know anything about it, so I went with them to church one week. I liked it.
I hadn't been to a church since before my dad had died, so I enjoyed being there again. It was the first time I felt I had something of my dad back. I kept going and eventually I was baptized into the church. I kept going with my friends and they began to treat me as one of their own family. I gained sisters I wasn't born with and a second mother and father.
I met my wife in high school. She was a friend of a friend who introduced us and we bonded almost immediately after that. Though we were the same age, I was a year ahead of her. We dated for my last two years of high school, and after she graduated the following year I asked her to marry me.
It wasn't until after we were wedded that we really had problems. While we were in school, we had our share of stupid teenager problems but we always seemed to wind up just fine afterwards. It must have been the stress of paying bills and adult life that began to split us apart.
We weren't married all of a year before we got a divorce. Once the papers were signed, I never spoke another word to her. I moved back into my mother's house and began my life again. I started attending church again alone, I got a new job.
I carried on for a few years like that. Then the world came to a crashing end.
That changed things.
When I heard the news, I immediately called my mother's house. Thankfully, they still had telephone service and my mother assured me she and my brothers were safe and sound.
Though my family was safe and sound, the same couldn't be said for my friends and coworkers. Those who survived the end of the world were left without much in the way of family. Seeing their pain awoke something inside of me that I thought had healed a long time ago.
I asked myself why God wouldn't help us in this dark hour. Where was He while so many of us were dying? How could any of this be His work?
The only answer that made any sense was one I wasn't willing to accept. God didn't care about us anymore. We were all alone in a broken world.
Talents: Matthew is a very capable story-teller. His skills at telling tales have allowed him to understand human emotions and their manipulation. He knows how to push the buttons of a human soul once he's found out what they are.
Hobbies: Matthew has always been fascinated with stories. Whether they were on TV, in movies, in books or told by word of mouth, he loved to dissect and understand how they worked and why.
~Saiytanya
