- Joined
- Feb 27, 2024
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- 29
Organization: SAHP
Name: Matrix Fed
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: Morocco
Place of Birth: United States Of America
Sexuality: Straight
Eye color: Bleu
Hair color: Gray/blue
Tattoos: left/right Hands/legs tattoo .
Strengths: Military Expertise, Sharpshooter, Marksmanship, Physical Fitness, Loyalty, Adaptability.
Weakness: Multi-tasking, Emotional decision maker, Task delegation.
Life Story:
Los Santos wasn't a spectacle; it was just smoke, noise, and exhaust fumes. The neon didn't tower, it just bled down the buildings like cheap paint. Matrix didn't look up much; the real danger was always on the ground.
He didn't have a birth certificate. He didn't have a crib. Everyone said he was just dumped in a cold alley behind a synth-food market. He didn't grow up, he just was found—found by kids who smelled of trash and rain, kids who knew exactly which dumpster held yesterday's bread.
Survival wasn't a "lesson"; you just had to do it. You had to know when to run, who to pay off, and how to keep a small knife tucked inside your blanket cuff. Trust was just stupid.
But that routine didn't last. The war that started wasn't "brutal"; it was fast and pointless. A loud, dumb fight over three blocks that nobody really cared about. When the gunfire smoke cleared, only the echo was left. Not his whole makeshift family, just the two who mattered most—they were gone. He didn't have time to cry.
He walked out of the smoke and kept moving. Los Santos didn't care. It was a giant grinding machine, and Matrix was just a small piece of metal that still refused to be chewed up. He wasn't fighting for a win; he was just fighting to see tomorrow's ugly sun.
Career Story:
Matrix’s path changed sharply the moment he stepped away from the shadows of his past and joined the Los Santos Highway Patrol. He traded quiet, hidden work for flashing lights and loud sirens, hoping he could reshape who he was—not someone stirring chaos anymore, but someone trying to hold things together under the badge.
Every stretch of asphalt turned into his workday. Speed, recklessness—he met all of it head-on. He chased down drivers who pushed too far, stopped the dangerous ones, and kept the highways in check with instincts that didn’t miss much. His name spread, not as some gunman people feared, but as an officer who knew what he was doing and made it hard for anyone to get away.
But the uniform didn’t silence everything behind him. Pieces of his old life still pushed into his mind during every chase, every arrest. He kept wondering if he was really trying to make things right, or if he was just paying for mistakes that never fully fade. The line between justice and getting even started to blur, especially when he crossed paths with people who reminded him of who he used to stand with.
Outcomes
1 -matrix can take bribes. ( up to 100k and ask for guns/ammo/illegal stuff as a bribe ).
2 -matrix can find anyone's body cam and is able to destroy it. (Only by /try to find the bodycam (only 2 times) and /do to destroy it)
3 -matrix can disrespect anyone as gang members do. (Keeping in mind toxicity, Gen 6.10 and 6.19)
4 -matrix can let suspects go free if they're in his family or his friends, can also aid them in escaping, alter wanted lists and delete criminal records..
5 -matrix can lie about calling a lawyer and refuse to provide any type of identification.
6 -matrix can do only what he thinks right or wrong ( CCOP, firearm law, Penal Code, procedure for detention and arrest procedure)
7 -matrix can break IC Law, whether on or off duty. and use his position in the ORG for his advantage.
8 -matrix Is able To Sell/Buy legal/illegal weapons and Items from the Blackmarket, as well as sell classified information. (Not ORG weapons)
9 -matrix can use his radio while off-duty to gather information or leak it (Only when IC justified and does not interfere with active operations)
10 -matrix can engage in any criminal activity such as go for the ghetto clap, pickpocketing, buy/sell guns from black market, or use illegal stuff on or off duty ( No ORG weapons included).
Name: Matrix Fed
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Nationality: Morocco
Place of Birth: United States Of America
Sexuality: Straight
Eye color: Bleu
Hair color: Gray/blue
Tattoos: left/right Hands/legs tattoo .
Strengths: Military Expertise, Sharpshooter, Marksmanship, Physical Fitness, Loyalty, Adaptability.
Weakness: Multi-tasking, Emotional decision maker, Task delegation.
Life Story:
Los Santos wasn't a spectacle; it was just smoke, noise, and exhaust fumes. The neon didn't tower, it just bled down the buildings like cheap paint. Matrix didn't look up much; the real danger was always on the ground.
He didn't have a birth certificate. He didn't have a crib. Everyone said he was just dumped in a cold alley behind a synth-food market. He didn't grow up, he just was found—found by kids who smelled of trash and rain, kids who knew exactly which dumpster held yesterday's bread.
Survival wasn't a "lesson"; you just had to do it. You had to know when to run, who to pay off, and how to keep a small knife tucked inside your blanket cuff. Trust was just stupid.
But that routine didn't last. The war that started wasn't "brutal"; it was fast and pointless. A loud, dumb fight over three blocks that nobody really cared about. When the gunfire smoke cleared, only the echo was left. Not his whole makeshift family, just the two who mattered most—they were gone. He didn't have time to cry.
He walked out of the smoke and kept moving. Los Santos didn't care. It was a giant grinding machine, and Matrix was just a small piece of metal that still refused to be chewed up. He wasn't fighting for a win; he was just fighting to see tomorrow's ugly sun.
Career Story:
Matrix’s path changed sharply the moment he stepped away from the shadows of his past and joined the Los Santos Highway Patrol. He traded quiet, hidden work for flashing lights and loud sirens, hoping he could reshape who he was—not someone stirring chaos anymore, but someone trying to hold things together under the badge.
Every stretch of asphalt turned into his workday. Speed, recklessness—he met all of it head-on. He chased down drivers who pushed too far, stopped the dangerous ones, and kept the highways in check with instincts that didn’t miss much. His name spread, not as some gunman people feared, but as an officer who knew what he was doing and made it hard for anyone to get away.
But the uniform didn’t silence everything behind him. Pieces of his old life still pushed into his mind during every chase, every arrest. He kept wondering if he was really trying to make things right, or if he was just paying for mistakes that never fully fade. The line between justice and getting even started to blur, especially when he crossed paths with people who reminded him of who he used to stand with.
Outcomes
1 -matrix can take bribes. ( up to 100k and ask for guns/ammo/illegal stuff as a bribe ).
2 -matrix can find anyone's body cam and is able to destroy it. (Only by /try to find the bodycam (only 2 times) and /do to destroy it)
3 -matrix can disrespect anyone as gang members do. (Keeping in mind toxicity, Gen 6.10 and 6.19)
4 -matrix can let suspects go free if they're in his family or his friends, can also aid them in escaping, alter wanted lists and delete criminal records..
5 -matrix can lie about calling a lawyer and refuse to provide any type of identification.
6 -matrix can do only what he thinks right or wrong ( CCOP, firearm law, Penal Code, procedure for detention and arrest procedure)
7 -matrix can break IC Law, whether on or off duty. and use his position in the ORG for his advantage.
8 -matrix Is able To Sell/Buy legal/illegal weapons and Items from the Blackmarket, as well as sell classified information. (Not ORG weapons)
9 -matrix can use his radio while off-duty to gather information or leak it (Only when IC justified and does not interfere with active operations)
10 -matrix can engage in any criminal activity such as go for the ghetto clap, pickpocketing, buy/sell guns from black market, or use illegal stuff on or off duty ( No ORG weapons included).
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