[b]Name:[/b] Matthew Van der Gelt

[b]Age:[/b] 23

[b]Occupation:[/b] Data Entry Clerk by day.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Matthew is slight. He shrinks his shoulders and walks through life half-crouched, as if the world was made of glass and he a rampaging bull. Matthew is slight, scrawny, with a pale face with the beginnings of a goatee. He's naturally a darker tan than most , which mitigates most of the damage done by living in the dark most of the night. He keeps himself clean, but wears clothes found at the bottom of the clearance sale. His hair is a deep shade of brown, his eyes hazel. He's not fast on his feet even at the best of times

[b]Gear:[/b] A large bulky laptop in a carrier satchel, modded to hell and back with several aftermarket secrets and technical wizardry, running a late fork of Ubuntu Linux. A small phone of the same caliber, mainly used as a camera and music player. Both have batteries that last well over 6 hours. Matthew keeps a spare pair of contact lenses in a water solution. A small headset with microphone, capable of playing mid-quality music and recording without being a burden, which matthew has gotten into the habit of keeping turned on and recording everything

[b]Personality:[/b] Matthew is very socially anxious, to the point of being phobic about people. He has an odd tendency to not look at anyone in the eyes. It's a trait he's trying to fix by analyzing previous conversations via microphones and other stuff.

[b]Background:[/b] Matthew van der Gelt was born in the suburbs of a small rural town in north Carolina. His father was an engineer, his mother a landscape artist. He was always a bright child, not studious, but always had his hand up in class and a question on his lips. At the age of ten, his parents bought him a computer. At eleven, he made a small fortune on bitcoin trading. At twelve, he had saved for and bought several expensive computers, most of which he built himself. At thirteen, Matthew became involved in a small gang of grafitti in a town called Northgate. He gave them advice on how to recognise and work around CCTV surveillence and even rewire older cameras; Six months later, the first of many antiadvertismental legistaltions were passed in the city.

Matthew kept in contact with that group, firstly through common internet, then via TORnet, then through clever and semi-illegal ARP packet rewiring (The so-called "Ping of death"), until, in 2064, Matthew lost contact with their last free member. By this point, Matthew was 17, and already enrolling in CS classes.

Matthew moved to Northgate, rented the smallest apartment with electricity and ADSL included he could find, got a crappy job in data entry, and became a social recluse. In the meantime, he met back up with a member of the gang in real life, a Sprayer named Clarissa, and aided her attempt to fake her death, as well as keep her off the beaten track and out of sight of photographic evidence.

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