Matthew Draven

Age:* 27 years old

• Height: 1.92m, strong, with defined muscles (like someone who fights, not works out).
• Skin: White but almost brown, almost.
• Hair: Dark brown, disheveled, almost always falling over the eyes.
• Eyes: Green—but not ordinary green. They appear phosphorescent in certain light, like a cat's.
• Marks: A small mole above the lip. A thin scar on the lower lip (as if it had been cut by a knife) and discreet tattoos of ancient runes on the wrists. (shot in the shoulder, stab in the rib - wounds of someone who lived on the edge).
• Clothing: Wears the prison uniform as if it were a fancy overcoat—sloppy, but with a natural arrogance.

Arrogant, but not stupid.* He knows he's smart and uses it as a weapon.

• Soft-spoken, almost hypnotic. When he speaks, people stop to listen—not out of politeness, but because there's something in his voice that compels.
• Cold, calculating. He rarely raises his voice, but when he's silent, it's worse.
• Loves mind games. If you ask "How are you?", he'll answer with another question: "Do you want the real answer or the one that will let you sleep at night?"
• Has a dark and dry sense of humor. He laughs at things that would make a psychiatrist shudder.

Cynical and direct. He doesn't waste time beating around the bush. If you ask him something, he'll answer it - but only if he thinks it's worth it.

Impulsive, but not stupid. Acts on instinct, but rarely regrets it.

Loyal... to a point. If you gain his trust (difficult), he'll protect you. Betray him? Bad idea.

Adrenaline addictive. He didn't hunt just for the money—but for the hunt itself.

Draws strange symbols in the margins of prison books. No one knows what they mean, but the guards avoid touching them.

• Observes people as if studying prey. Even other inmates avoid prolonged eye contact with him.
• He's not afraid of the dark. They say he stays awake all night, staring at the cell wall as if he sees something there.
• Fascination with knives. Not that he has one—but whenever he sees one (even a fork), his fingers move as if he's feeling the edge.

Always observe exits and blind spots.** Old habits of those who lived being persecuted.

• He moves knives (or any sharp object) when he's thinking. It's become a nervous tic.
• Sleeps little. Wakes up with any noise—and usually wakes up with his hand closed, as if holding an invisible weapon.
• He doesn't talk much, but when he does, he means it. If he gives advice, it's best to listen.

Crime:* Qualified homicide (x3) + armed resistance.
The Truth: He killed the wrong men—and someone powerful made sure he paid for it.

Matthew was no ordinary assassin. He was a freelance bounty hunter, specializing in hard targets: drug dealers, ex-military deserters, criminals the police couldn't (or wouldn't) catch.

The trouble started when he accepted a contract to capture Lucas Ferro, a former intelligence agent who stole millions from a cartel. Only Lucas wasn't acting alone—he had the protection of a corrupt judge.

Matthew found him, but instead of handing him over alive (as agreed), he shot him in front of witnesses. Why? Because Lucas had just killed an entire family—including a child—just to cover his tracks.

The judge was not forgiving. He set up an ambush, planted evidence, and made sure Matthew was convicted of three murders he did not commit.

Matthew doesn't mind being in prison. He knows that out there, the judge and the cartel want him dead. Prison is, ironically, the safest place for him right now.

But he's not going to sit still either. He still has contacts. He still has resources. And most importantly—he still has a target.

Matthew was born in a small town where everyone knew everyone else—and where everyone knew that old Draven beat his wife and son when he was drunk. At twelve, he took his father's shotgun and pointed it at his father's head, swearing that if he ever raised his hand to his mother again, the next bullet wouldn't be a blank.

That night he ran away from home.

He made his living doing dirty jobs—car washing, cigarette smuggling, crack security. At 18, a veteran bounty hunter saw him fighting in a bar and made him an offer: "Want to make real money? Learn to hunt people."

Matthew learned. And he was very good at it.

He didn't use pretty methods. He chased, cornered, threatened. Sometimes he shot first—just to be safe. He became a legend in the underworld, the hunter who never missed his target.

Until the day Lucas Ferro crossed his path.

It was a simple job: bring the guy in alive. But when Matthew found out what he had done—kids killed, bodies burned like garbage—he didn't turn Lucas over to justice.

Buried three bullets in him in front of two witnesses.

Judge Eduardo Vaz didn't like it. Lucas was his personal crook, and Matthew had killed his best stooge.

In less than 48 hours, Matthew was arrested—and charged with three murders he did not commit.

Now, locked up, he only thinks about one thing:

To go out.

And when he leaves?

You will collect every penny of the reward you are owed.