Shamelessly stealing Andy's Formatting...<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://41.media.tumblr.com/6bcbff0c43f86a01cff66458d11966bf/tumblr_nba2l8rTVm1tw3wiwo1_1280.jpg)</div><br/>Matt Wainwright<br/><br/>High Concept: A savior who bears the same infection<br/>Trouble: Gallery of Failures<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Background:  Badge in the Blood</div><div class="spoiler_body">Matt is from New Orleans. He grew up to a family of cops, and knew what he would do with his life all his childhood. When your grandfather was a cop, your dad is a cop, and your elder brother is a State Officer, your path is set. Join the force. Entering the Academy was his proudest Moment. Made his father smile. He got hired by the NOPD, like his father and his Grandfather, and served on the force for a few years. He did his time as a traffic cop, but always had his eyes on the detective job. He was always looking for the chance to move up in the world...<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rising Conflict: Lady Luck is a Bitch</div><div class="spoiler_body">A year in, he got called on a suspected human trafficking ring. His big chance he hoped. He was right... but not in the way he thought. It certainly wasn't the job he dreamed of, breaking down doors, collaring perps. He was just there to watch a window. Make sure no one ran. But the bust wasn't going to go as planned. Nobody was trafficking the humans in there. They were there as Vampire feed. And the red court doesn't run from the law. Matt was one of the... lucky ones. If you can call it that. He got knocked out early. Best guess was that the Red Court wanted a Mole in the NOPD. He got infected, but not killed. Before he was turned, the Fellowship hit the Red Court compound he was at, and hard. Not to save him, of course. He was lucky, again. The Fellowship offered him a choice. Come with them, and learn to control the monster inside him. Or turn into a vampire when he inevitable lost control. It was an easy choice.<br/></div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Story: Consumed</div><div class="spoiler_body">Aspect: Nothing's ever straightforward in this town<br/>Matt first got the news from the Newspaper. Back pages, only a couple of paragraphs. Girls were vanishing from the neighborhoods. Young, minority. Plenty of opinions. The force assumed they were runaways. Easy answer, meant less work. The Supernatural Community just thought they were part of the background noise. But Matt's Gut said otherwise. He took to hanging out in a few condemned buildings, around where the girls were vanishing. It took a few days... but finally he saw it. Pretty girl, 17, looked Hispanic. A car drove by and just... grabbed her. Out of nowhere. Pulled out. Nice car to. Matt had to jump out a window to catch it as it came around a corner, slamming into the top of it. He shot one of the goons inside before the car slammed into the wall. Didn't kill him, but blew a hole in his stomach. The second one opened fire on Matt, and ran. Few Bullets hit Matt. Hurt, but mostly they just slowed him down. Second Goon made it away, as Matt secured the first, and dug himself out of the roof of the car. The girl was out... a crash and a gunfight not waking her up. Chloroform. He interrogated the other guard. Got the whole story. This wasn't the Red Court at all. A Raith was in town. White Court, Lust feeder. He Demanded only the loveliest girls. And now he knew that Matt had stolen one, killed his goons, and likely knew he was behind the disappearances. Fuck.<br/><br/>Guest Stars: Grace</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Guest Starring: Addicted</div><div class="spoiler_body">Aspect: Scars Heal, but the memory of a pretty woman never fades<br/>Matt was waiting in New Orleans for Sylvan. The Order had heard his request for help, and decided that freeing a Wizard was a feather in their cap. Matt was sent, because he knew New Orleans. He'd already scouted out the likely holding site (Planes were faster then Trains. Especially ones that stopped in the Desert for fights.) It wasn't hard. The Red Court owned a few front businesses. The masses of guards outside the most fortified one were a clue. He didn't ask who Grace was, when he met them at Train Station. He just laid out his plan. He'd grab the Vampires attention in a flashy Fashion. Michelle would be located on the top floor. Sylvan would have to move fast. Matt explained most of this in the Van. The last thing he said was "Wait for the signal, then go in through the Fire Door. It is blocked... but you have a key, I assume." Matt waggled his fingers. "Hit it while the signal is still distracting them. When you are clear, let off a green flare. I will meet you at the bus station."  The question, what signal should they expect, got a laugh. "Oh... the sound of a Van slamming through the front doors, then detonating as a massive amount of C4 goes up." Matt drove off with that... leaving Grace and Sylvan to worry. And then likely stagger back as Matt provided what he promised. Given the size of that noise, Sylvan had plenty of cover to blow the Fire Door off. Every alarm in the place was going off already, and Sylvan and Grace could hear shouting as the Guards rushed to deal with whatever the hell Matt had done. This left Sylvan and Grace alone as the raced up the Fire Stairs, and to the top. There, a minor pitched Battle with two lesser Vampires held them back... but they soon handled that, smashing down the door... revealing Michelle... wearing... nothing... as an exquisite dark haired woman licked and suckled at a small cut in her neck... wearing remarkably little herself. She screamed as Grace entered... the woman's holy presence stripping away the flesh mask to reveal the horror within. She pounced at the two... but Sylvan slammed her back into the wall with a blast of wind, before attempting to burn her with a gout of lightning, anger over his cousin lending him strength. But Guadalupe Marietta, Red Court Vampire, was not so easy. She hadn't been ready... so she retreated... leaping out a nearby window in a shower of glass. Sylvan wanted to chase her... but Michelle grabbed his feet. "Nooooo... Syl... I love her..." The woman's pupils were dialated... drugged to the gills. No way she could get out of here on her own. Chasing Guadalupe meant abandoing Michelle... and from the sound of it, Matt as well. The Infected could be heard fighting still... from the sound of it, he had an automatic weapon, and the Guards were returning fire with pistols mostly. Still, enough of them would eventually kill them. They ran, carrying the weeping Michelle... out the same way. By now the cops were arriving. Sylvan and Grace managed to get Michelle back to the Train Station... after Sylvan gave her his coat, of course. Matt appeared just before their train out of town. He was wearing a heavy coat, and large hat, keeping his face in shadow. The reason why was obvious. He was covered in blood, and had a few nasty... well. Bullet holes. "I'll be fine. Get on the train, and get the hell off at the next station. A car will be waiting in the parking lot. Furthest stall from the station. Here are the keys. Keep moving, and don't stop till its safe, and don't use the ways." With that... he vanished. Leaving Grace to say her goodbyes... and Sylvan and the addicted Michelle to face the long ride.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Guest Starring: Payment Deferred</div><div class="spoiler_body">Aspect: I can't do it all. But what I can't, my friends can.<br/><br/>Matt had been sitting in his office when she strolled in. Dark Haired, leggy... beautiful beyond belief. Forget about the face that launched a thousand ships, she could do it with a flash of her thigh. Then there was other part of him. That long smooth neck, part of him want to leap on it... rip that alabaster skin, and lap up what came out. Hunger and Lust, they drew each other out in his experience. And both baser parts of him wanted her. Just in different ways. His mind still had the casting vote though, and thus he mad no move, looking at her.<br/>Matt was smart enough to know what her presence here meant. Beautiful women didn't come to PI's for anything good. Best case scenario, her husband was messing around, getting a little on the side of his trophy wife. And getting proof meant tangling with some nasty men in black suits. And it could get worse. A lot worse. If he was smart, he'd decline her right here and now. But Matt was never smart in these times. Because, truth was, his brain might have the casting vote... but it liked seeing a beauty as much as the rest of him. And so Matt listened. He got her story... all of it, eventually. And Matt found he was in the presence of Royalty, as it were.<br/>"Well Princess, I'd love to say you came to the right man. But I'm not."<br/>He held up his hand, to forestall any complaints.<br/>"However, I'm the man who knows the right man. As far as my price... well, I'd love to say a kiss, but kisses don't cover expenses." He ave her a wink... and considered what price he could give. It was about then that the window of his office blew in, throwing both of them against the wall... and if not for Morgayne's reflexes, likely her through it, given the way the the desk slammed into where she had been a moment ago. Outside, a... woman stood. Beautiful... but dark. Thorns wrapped her arms. However, Matt wasn't dumb, and wasn't going to hold back because a Faerie had a nice rack.<br/>"To be determined."<br/>Matt got out, pulling his massive handgun out from his coat.<br/>"Unfortunately, I don't have much in the way of Steel rounds, so we are going to have to do this the other way."<br/>"What way."<br/>"The one where we run like hell."<br/>Matt grunted, and fired a few rounds at the creature. While not iron, they were big enough that shrugging them off was gonna take a lot. The woman outside shielded herself with the Thorns... but Matt and Morgayne were off and running. Elsewhere, cop cars were heard. New Orleans or not, this was gonna get the cops notice. Matt was counting on that. He didn't have many dealings with the Faerie, but he did know they shared something in common with a lot of supernatural creatures. Modern Society weirded them out. Police, cars, telephones... things were loud, and fast, and hard to understand. Many of them, when it came to it, would flee rather then deal with the problems... return at their own time.<br/>That was what Matt was counting on. That, and the fact that his home was the next room over... which meant went he shoved Morgayne through the door, A. she saw the mess of dirty dishes from last night, and B. they were behind a threshold... if not a strong one. "Out the back, and follow me."<br/>Matt and Morgayne fled through his door, the woman screeching her displeasure, trashing Matt's office, then vanishing into the faerie as the police arrived. "Friend of yours? Cousin?" Morgayne's look of annoyance shut Matt up, and he lead her to the friend he'd mentioned... Sylvan Leblanc. Journalist, writer, and, most relevantly. Wizard. Meaning a man who could access the Faerie, and a member of the White Council, and signatory to the accords.</div></div><hr/><br/>Skills<br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Superb     </td><td>Guns</td></tr><tr><td>Great     </td><td>Craftsmanship, Athletics</td></tr><tr><td>Good     </td><td>Endurance, Discipline</td></tr><tr><td>Fair     </td><td>Burglary, Stealth, Alertness</td></tr><tr><td>Average     </td><td>Driving, Resources, Lore, Deceit, Intimidation</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Addictive Saliva [-1]<br/>Blood Drinker [-1]<br/>Feeding Dependence [+1]<br/>Inhuman Recovery [-2]<br/>Inhuman Toughness [-2]<br/>Catch: Holy Stuff [+1 Discount]<br/>Tattoo's of St. Giles [-2]<br/>Demolitions Training [-1]<br/>Cloak of Shadows [-1]<br/><br/>Refresh 1<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Desert Eagle - Weapon:3<br/>M1911 - Weapon: 2 - Former Police Issued Firearm<br/>Dragunov Sniper Rifle - Weapon: 3 - The closest thing to a pension/retirement gift he got from the Fellowship.