Matthew Groves

Nickname: Matty

Age: 50 (appearance 24)

Race: Wolfborn

Talents: Matty is a preternatural tracker, his perception and stealth unmatched by any in Death Valley. He has a reputation as an ambusher and guerrilla tactician.

Weakness: Matty is well known as a womanizer. He leaves the partying to the rest of the pack, preferring to isolate one from the herd.

Sexuality: Straight

Likes: Surprising others/Women/Time alone/Proving his superiority/craft beer/food he killed

Dislikes: Being surprised/Husbands that come home early/nagging/lectures/domestic beer/prepackaged meat

Fears: Enemies discovering his secret. Not being recognized for his skill and cunning due to youth.

Dreams: Taking a chunk of the prosperous Carson City to protect his secret. Being Death Valley alpha.

Secrets: Matty has a thirteen year old daughter in Carson City. He learned forbidden rituals in the wilds of Nevada.

Personality: Matty Groves is amiable and charming when among the pack. He is popular with the younger members of the pack and has little trouble swaying others to his way of thinking. When on the hunt his demeanor changes, he becomes quiet and still.

Place of Origin: Southern Nevada, a town called Ashboro. Or so he claims...

History: Born in the mid sixties to a country werewolf and a wandering hippie, Matty came into this world dark of hair and eye at the peak of his parent's three week acid trip. Four years later his mother and father left him a the door step of his mother's mother, Gran. Gran was a loving, if stern woman, who was bound and determined not to make the same mistakes with her grandson as she felt she had with her daughter. The boy quickly learned that a well timed smile or hug were all it took to make Gran forgive any fault.

Matty's grandfather, a quiet and intense man, often took the boy on long hunting trips far from civilization it was on these sojourns that Matty learned to track and identify game. By the age of fifteen he could spend a week on the trail by himself, following signs of deer, coyote, or even mountain lion.

It was around this time that Matty experienced his first change and a pack of werewolves introduced him to a new way of life. He learned of ancient rituals and pacts made by native american war packs to combat the advancing white man and his armies. He learned the names of things best left alone and how to track and ambush and slay the deadliest game of all.

It has been many decades since Matty Groves has encountered anything or anyone from those early years. Since then he has proven himself a reliable member of the Death Valley pack, though some say he needs to learn his place. As the best tracker he often runs in front of the pack, and he loves the feeling. The feeling of leading, of everyone depending on him to make a decision.

Matty has just got word of recent events, he has been out of contact recently. Indulging in one of his secrets. Salem knows some of his past, and a few others might recognize the tattoo on the back of his hand as a tribal marking of of evil. Matty hopes he does not have to come up with a credible alibi.