Matthew Dial

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Matthew Dial


Haunted Man


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  • Persuasion: 3 (Good)
  • Athletics: 2 (Fair)
  • Perception: 2 (fair)
  • Stealth: 3 (Good)
  • Urban Survival: 3 (Good)
  • Physical Defense: 3 (Good)
  • Mental Defense: 4 (Great)
  • Body: 3 (Good)
  • Mind: 3 (Good)
  • Action Points: 3
  • Load Limit: 5
  • XP Held: 0
  • XP Used: 0


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Personal History

Matthew is a college washout, a pot head, he works at kinko's. He's a loser. He volunteers for a suicide hot line on his off nights. Simply because he's as lonely as the people who who call him. A grade A loser. One night, he gets distracted while 'consoling' a particularly insufferable caller. A fine piece of ass had just walked by his window. Probably belonged to a hooker, but still. Matthew was not a man to be choosy. While he was enraptured in scumbaggery, the person on the other end of the line realized he wasn't being listened to. By anyone. Many miles away, a person's fingers curled around a gun, and shook at weight of it, the chilly feel of the barrel against their temple….and a bang brought the disgusting, pathetic moment of solace Matthew had found staring at the above average tush of some whore vanishing into the night crumpled. He stared at the speaker of his phone in mute horror…and put it on the table. Shaking hands rolled a joint, and lit it up. He smoked through it, and three more, before passing out. The following days were a blur. He had to prove he hadn't be responsible for the man's death. He managed to convince enough people. But johnny stopped working at the hotline after that. He focused on his job at kinko's, and just spent the rest of the time loitering about his city, or in his apartment. Odd things began happening to Matthew. Petty disturbances. Books would go missing, or fall on the floor in hard to reach spots. Somehow entire rolls of toilet paper would vanish when he needed them most. Until eventually, one night at work, he received a tap on the shoulder. He was closing up. There couldn't be anyone in the store. He turned around, and was brought face to middle finger with a disembodied right arm. Male. Matt screamed like a bitch. The arm vanished. What followed was the most pathetic, grating, haunting possible. Wasn't even scaryt half the damn time. Just annoying. Dicks on his face in sharpie. Stuff like that. Then the Event happened. Matthew had suddenly much more pressing concerns then a scumbag ghost who acted like a frat boy.


Matthew, and a manifestation of his Ghost.
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