"A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts,
and so, he loses touch with reality,
and lives in a world of illusions."
Mattis was born in 1986, his Father a Bounty Hunter and his Mother a Bartender. He does not hold some tragic upbringing, his parents stayed together, hardly ever fought, and they always had enough to eat. When Mattis turned 18, he sought his freedom from the stuffy small town they lived in by joining the Marines, and he was paged into the Fleet Anti-Terrorism Security Team after 12 months, recruited for his stature and proficiency in weapons and their hand to hand training. He spent 5 years in the unit, seeing combat several times during Embassy attacks and pirates ambushing ships. His career as a Marine ended not from a bullet in combat, but from a broken bit of a helicopters rear rotor during a training accident, cutting him open at his lower abdomen. They had to cut out 18" of intestine to fix him. Even after the physical therapy, he was medically discharged and spent 6 months jobless, working out day in and day out, determined to be back in the shape he had been.
Now 24, he was back in his small town. He lived with his sister for awhile, helping her with her daughter. Uncle "Maddie". His sister was in medical school, making life work for her, she was going to be the successful one of the family. His sisters path got him thinking of doing something worthwhile. So he talked to his dad, asking for advice. His father asked him if he'd ever considered Law Enforcement.
"Yeah... Yeah, I'd love to... But I'd have no clue where to start with that." Mattis said, screwing up his face in thought.
"Don't worry about where to start. I know someone. I'll call you later, keep your plans open tomorrow. Let me make a call."
His father did exactly what he said, and told him later to be at their towns cafe diner the next day at a particular time. He didn't say much else. His father was a man of few words. Mattis went, and looked around, seeing nobody. He sat down at a booth. Ten minutes passed, and the Sheriff walked in. He picked up a coffee from the bar that was poured as soon as he walked in - a ritual for him he'd come to find out - and sat across from Mattis. They talked for an hour, when it wrapped up, the Sheriff asked him if he was positive he wanted the job.
Mattis Affirmed. "Yes, sir. I want something that can better myself and provide a future for me. Something tangible. I'd love to interview for the position."
The Sheriff smiled. "Son, this was the interview. Get with Mollie at the station, she'll get your papers signed and talk about when they'll send you to the academy."
He left Mattis standing there, stunned. There was no handshake, or a goodbye. The Sheriff, like his Father, was also a man of few words, too.
In 2020, his sisters kid had a fit with her mom about a 'job offer' for a modeling gig and ran away from home, somehow landing a flight to Chernarus. His sister was hysterical, and begged him to go after her. She'd heard news articles about human traffickers using similar tactics to lure girls away from home. She didn't have to ask twice. He went, along with another former member of the FAST team, a dual trained Scout Sniper by the name of Shane. They found her, freshly snatched up at one of the confirmed traffickers dens. They extracted her from the place, taking two days to plan the affront. The news would talk about a territory war that had left 6 suspected traffickers dead, and women freed from the location talked about the two shadows that saved them and took one of the girls. They think at least one was American, uttering only four words. "Maddie's here, come on."
They spent 2 weeks in a hotel trying to wait out the delays at the airport, locking down international flights. However, the lockdown would never lift. Pandemonium spread across the country, and the three attempted to make their escape.
Mattis didn't make it more than six blocks from the hotel before being hit by a taxi, pinned up in the twisted metal of a bus stop. Shane and his Niece would try to free him, but he wasn't coming out. Mattis demanded Shane take Ashley and get her back home. He was left with Shane's knife, and watched Ashley be dragged away screaming that they couldn't leave him. Her screaming caught the attention of some 'carriers' that looked that way. They started chasing after Ashley and Shane. Mattis screamed at them, trying to draw them away from his friend and Niece. They did, in fact, focus on the trapped man. And they closed in....
Mattis was raised by his parents to hold a 'do unto others as you would to yourself' mindset. He was always polite, always put others ahead of himself, and always strived to help others. His time in the Marine Corps tested his mentality, training him to react to problems with explosive violence and aggression. Nowadays, with little left of society to hold as a reminder of what is expected, he finds himself in a mental tug-of-war between both sides. Usually, his kindness shows. Sometimes, his darkness comes out in moments of stress or hardship.
He's a very confident individual when it comes to times for action, or time for a plan. He can crunch his way out of a physical problem in moments and usually resorts to brute force and loud tactics. He's not afraid to make a mess to achieve a goal as long as he believes the damage to be repairable.