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Matt Rahan (Pre-Valley)

Name: Matt Rahan
Age: 24
Nationality: American
Religion: Protestant
Affiliation: LUN Scout Trooper
Skills: Tactical distraction, survival instinct, hit-and-run, fast reconnaissance, stamina-based endurance, parkour, sharp firearms accuracy under duress
Cybernetics: FARMA CO HeartCore X-99 Prosthetic Heart, LUN Cyber Stim Injector Mk.2
Medical Conditions: Chronic Depression and Severe Insomnia


Matt Rahan grew up among the dense woods and rough hills of the Ozark Mountains, far from the chrome and neon of the future. A country boy who lived for speed, competition, and the fleeting joy of friendship. His heart betrayed him young. When it failed, so did the only bonds that gave his youth meaning. He learned what it was to be discarded.

Alone in the hills, he developed a fear that never left him: the dark. Nights in the Ozarks felt endless, oppressive, and Matt would lie awake with shadows crawling over the walls of his mind. His chest ached, his body weak, and every hour of silence pressed him deeper into despair. By his early teens, he had been diagnosed with depression, a label that felt less like help and more like confirmation that he was broken. For nearly a decade, Matt’s life was measured not in joy, but in the absence of it.

Most nights, he buried himself in the glow of his computer screen. Games, message boards, doom scrolling, anything to drown out the black outside his window. That was when he saw Legion of United Nations propaganda. Their ads were everywhere: recruitment games disguised as shooters, sleek trailers of soldiers running through fire with victory in their eyes, promises of strength, purpose, brotherhood. For a lonely teenager in the woods, it was salvation in high definition.

And for once, salvation came true.

Matt joined the LUN, it was the best phase of his life. His new heart beat steady, and for the first time in years he felt strong, alive, part of something larger than himself. More than that, he had friends. Real ones. Squadmates who joked with him, trusted him, fought beside him. His officer was hard, yes, but also fair and even kind when it mattered. Matt thrived. He wasn’t just another forgotten boy from the Ozarks anymore. He was the fastest in the platoon, the best runner, the scout everyone praised. His call sign Lost Scout wasn’t a punishment. It was respect. He was the one who always went first, and always came back.

For the first time, Matt felt alive. For the first time, he belonged.

Signature Weapons:
- Revolver
Nemesis:
- Milos 'The Democratic' Gravik: He's a terrible boss, afterall, you only get to know him if you've worked for the LUN long enough. Of course, Matt is too insignificant in the LUN for Milos to care about his opinion.

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