Being born in Bree-Land, Matthios had a rather normal childhood. His parents were hard-working, honest folk. Father Theodore was a watchman in the town of Archet. A respected man among the watch. Known to always crack a joke or pull off a prank. Mother Lillian was more considerate and quiet. Most of the time she had to apologise towards others for her husband's behaviour, but other than that she lived a steady life as a housewife and active gossiper. Young Matt looked up to his father. The watch was well respected within Archet, known to keep its inhabitants safe and to preserve the town. His sister Hannah was older than he was. She spent her time serving drinks at the Mad Badger tavern. Hannah herself was much like her mother, quiet and worried about what mischief his little brother got himself in to.

 

In his childhood, Matt could be described as that one kid. That one kid that gets himself in all sorts of stuff. The kid's infamous acts kind of caused a bad reputation for family among the family. Mother Lillian was most concerned about this. Since all the good gossip, would be about her son being the rascall he is. His sister Hannah took care of Matt while mother was out gossiping or complaining about the price of fish that keeps going up. He was the only child allowed in the tavern, since his sister had to look after him. However, when he saw a chance he took it and escaped from the watchful gaze of his sibling. He ran through the craftsmen plateau and always snuck out of town through a small hole in the pallisade wall, it was just big enough for a child to fit through, and out he went, into the woods.

 

Years pass as the lad starts to grow up into a real young man. Being an adolescent young man, Matt started to take fancy to a new thing in his life. Women. To the annoyance of his sister, Matt started spending more time in the Mad Badger tavern. With a mug of ale in hand and a cheeky smirk on his face, he spent his time observing the many fine curves of the tavern wenches and the visitors. Occasionally he sent forth a sharp whistle, whether this was a flirtatious move or just one out of childish tease was never clear. Come to think of it, it's probably a combination of both. Hannah wasn't getting any younger either. She has worked hard and had become the housekeeper of the Mad Badger tavern. Oftenly she would get complaints about her brother's behaviour towards the other tavern wenches. This would usually result into Matt getting scolded by Hannah, sometimes he'd be kicked out by the bouncer.

 

Although being a do-er of mischief, Matt is very serious when it comes to his work. The experience he got from wandering around the woods at a young age gave him a distinct advantage over other young hunters of his age. Matt knew the plains of Archet and beyond like the back of his pocket. When other hunters were out setting traps, Matt was climbing the tree's, observing the herbs and fletching his very own arrows."Bodkin head, 's better than a broad head. Damages te' meat less." He'd say to his foster brother Zaeh, who gave not a single thing about this information.

 

On a silent September evening, Matt and his friend Jackson were out in the creek near Sprigley's farm. They were hunting boars, and camping there for night."Not a big catch t'night, eh?" Matt looked over towards his friends who was uncermoniously chewing on the meat from the boar rib."Can alvaysh be worsh." He replied with a full mouth, to which Matt smirked in amusement. A cold wind wandered through the camp, it had an odd feeling about it. A spine shivering feeling of cold."The wind is carrying a sense'ah doubt.. I don't like that one bit." Jackson looked about their surroundings. It was slowly getting dark."Wha'. Ye're pissin' yerself over te' wind already, Jackson?" Matt looks at him and releases a mocking chuckle. Jackson gave him a dismissing snort and spat onto the fire."I'm tellin' ya'. 'Ave ye' seen te' way te' birds behave? Somethin's not rite'." The sound of bushes moving in the distance can be heard as the two looked about, wondering what could've made that sound."Y'hear that?" Jackson said nervously. Matt rubbed the bridge of his nose and looked over his shoulder."Prolle'h jess'ah fox." Matt rose to his feet and grabbed his bow in hand, drawing an arrow from the quiver and nocking it on the string. Jackson followed his lead and drew his blade."I'm not sure.." Jackson looked about, waving his sword rather frantically. Matt pulled the string back and took aim for the bush where the sound came from. The bushes started shaking rather wildly. That was not a fox. Alerted by the moving, Matt released the arrow and it flew right through the bushes. A loud shout in pain was heard which made both men jump."Tha' ain' a fox, mate! Tha' ain' a fox!!" Jackson took a few steps back and readied himself. Matthios approached the shrub and nods Jackson over, to indicate he should check it. Jackson shook his head and just stood there, shaking with his sword in hand. Matt released a bemused sigh and put his aim down, with a swift movement he looks inside of the shrub. A puddle of blood, nothing else."Whoever tha' were, he's gone now. Jus' his blood thas' left." Matt grunted soberly. Jackson shuffled uneasily and walked towards the fire, putting it out."Matt, les' head back ta' town, dis' ain' worth it, mate." He said nervously. Matthios frowns at him. A shame to abandon the hunt right before the hibernation period. Nevertheless, he agreed with Jackson and they left the tent for what it is, took their belongings and left for Archet, travelling swiftly underneath the light of the moon.