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mattias altelius. agent 029.

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     okAY. i am MOVED in ( and i love my new dorm so much ) but i WILL be around tonight for plots and threads. i promise. i just passed out last night after unpacking and decorating. matty’s intro is over HERE and my discord is bwendan guwuhwe#5730.

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i’ve been in packing hell but once i move in tomorrow i’ll be around to make a post about matty and the effects of the event/plot drop as well as plot and do some threads.

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phoenixburned‌:

      @agvnt029 // when the gunshots start, chaos roaring to a peak around him, ryan feels strangely calm, like he’s at the eye of the storm carefully observing everything happening around him. matty’s beside him ; this comforting presence, someone’s he’s already grown to trust with his six ( his LIFE ). gaze whips from here to there, pushing younger junior agents past him, counting exits and kronos agents. it only settles on matty at just the right moment, at the gun pointed in his direction, and he’s moving before he even KNOWS it. “ MATTY— WATCH OUT ! ” words barely tear from his mouth before he collides with him, sending them both tumbling to the unforgiving concrete floor. the bullet grazes ryan’s shoulder, pulling a grunt of pain from his lips, though a mix of adrenaline and selflessness dulls it better than any numbing agent. “ matty? you okay? ”

     his INSTINCT is to find max as quickly as he can ; pushing through the tide of chaos with ryan at his side, matty yells his brother’s name as loud as he can through the smoke, the gunshots, the cacophony of noise that swells around him. “ MAX --- var är du?! ” so caught up in his frantic search he takes in LITTLE of his surroundings, a mistake he would certainly be reprimanded for if michael altelius were around to see it. but this isn’t some SIMULATION, this is real ; all of it is real. it’s real as he hits the ground hard on his back, ryan a heavy weight over him. he can see it all in crystal detail, hear the crack of a gun shot, sees the pain that flashes over ryan’s face. “ yeah, yeah --- ollie, ” matty doesn’t answer his question, pushes at ryan’s body over him and manhandles them both until they’re partially sheltered behind metal filing cabinets. fingers graze over the blooming patch of blood on ryan’s sleeve before he puts pressure on it. it’s not bad, objectively, but all matty can think is what if six inches to the left, what if--- “ why’d you do that? you could’ve gotten yourself killed. ”

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cxrrxsive‌:

          what the fuck. what the fuck. “stay still!” sharp voice comes quick and harsh as hands press tight against the wound on the civilians chest, blood blooming dark and quick across pale white dress. “fuck fuck fuck fuck -” johanna isn’t so much the med part of biomed, tending far more to creating chemical weapons than keeping someone from bleeding out. “fuck! someone get me some gauze!”

     matty wasn’t around hq when the first kronos attack happened over ten years ago but he remembers the IMPACT well enough ; that was when first aid and medical topics had worked their way into michael altelius’ training regime ( and when it got perceptibly tougher ). he’s never had much USE for it beyond the occasional scrape or too-deep gash --- until now. “ here, here --- ” teeth rip into the bottom hem of his shirt, hands ripping off a wide strip and thrusting the bit of fabric toward the agent. “ ‘tie it off above, pressure--- ” voice is stripped of its usual bravado and carelessness, firm and clipped as he drops to the other side.

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phoenixburned·:

     ryan has a thick rubber band in his hands, one of those tough ones that doesn’t expand without a significant amount of effort given. he’s been told it improves grip strength, though HONESTLY he’s doing it more just to keep his hands busy. gaze barely flickers over to matty who sits heavily beside him, just a flash of blonde hair, pretty features, and a dash too much flirtation as usual. ryan rolls his eyes and flings his rubber band at matty’s arm. “ you’re INCORRIGIBLE — that’s a pretty big word though ; you sure you know what it means? i heard you were ESL. ”

     his line does not have the response he expected, but then again, maybe matty really didn’t expect anything different. it’s not like ryan to FLIRT back ; that’s just his thing, convenient, really --- being able to hide the real thing among falsehoods. matty sputters almost a bit comically for a moment before forming actual words. “ dra åt helvete! ” he punches ryan’s arm for good measure before he settles back into his seat with arms crossed and lips drawn into a pout. “ that hurt --- do you even know what incorrigible means? ” he mocks back, foot kicking against matty’s as if to make another point.

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     “ hey, ry guy, ” matty says, faux ( ish ) sweetness in his voice, body flopped down next to the other in almost too dramatic fashion. “ enjoying the view? could think of a better one, yeah? ” he says, leveling a cheekly wink at ryan.

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          the situation room is familiar. the fact it’s buzzing with junior agents is not. griffin had stayed behind, citing the fact that someone should supervise the kids in order to skirt around the fact he’s unsure how useful he would be should any need for combat arise. cup of coffee in one hand and phone plugged into a portable charger in the other, he glances up to check on the junior agents in the room. he’s less familiar with them than he is with more of the fully-fledged agents and wonders if he ought to say something, or break up the argument brewing between two of them - verbal at the moment. no, it’s ok. “how long do you think those two can keep it up?” he questions quietly, tilting his head at the closest person.

     matty watches one of the screens with crossed arms and careful concentration WISHING he were there but wise enough to know that whining gets no results in this world so instead he makes himself content enough to learn from the experience of observation. it doesn’t make him want any less, something buzzing under his skin at finally being trusted to put on a new persona and gather intel. he barely pay attention to the scuffle that starts up in one of the corners, something about wanting and wishing and how this is just UNFAIR. gaze flickers to agent whistler who probably wants them here even less. shoulders rise in a nonchalant shrug, “ until they realize it’s not gunna change shit, ” matty says, returning his attention to a screen where one of the field agents is chatting someone up. “ could be a while. ”

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agntnyx‌:

caroline can’t feel other people’s emotions, but some days it feels like she can. she can feel the ache from teeth grinding hard against each other, the pain of a tight chest and the dampness of tears when they fall. the emotion isn’t there, but she knows what it is and, for better or for worse, she’s never been able to walk away when she feels someone else aching like that. so she follows the sensation, traces it to a place she’s never cared to visit before until the ache is so close and so big that she swears she can’t be the only one who sees how it fills up the room. “are you alright?” her voice is quiet and, truthfully, the question is rhetorical - the answer too obvious to bother waiting for an answer as she moves to kneel down beside him. “what’s wrong? did something happen?”

      the suddenness of her voice sends a spike of FEAR through his heart even if the soft tone seems nothing but comforting, worried. ( what if word got out to his father? ) being FOUND isn’t something matty expected. after all, it hasn’t been an issue for the past three years here but expectations have always had a way of twisting in on themselves with him anyway --- perhaps it was only a matter of time. one hand raises to dash away at the wetness under his eyes, dash away the vulnerability in his eyes as if that’ll loosen this vice in his chest. “ ---- it’s NOTHING, ” matty says quietly, as steady as he can. because what else is this ? unseen expectations and ghosts in his head. NOTHING. “ i’m fine, really. ”

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phoenixburned‌:

     @agvnt029 // SMIRK crosses sweaty features as ryan takes in the prone junior agent now sprawled on the mats at his feet. he’s barely BREATHING hard at the moment ( though that’s no INDICATOR of how hard he’s working at the moment —- it’s a big reason why he enjoys sparring matty so much: he proves talented enough to provide a CHALLENGE ). tone takes on a heavy teasing edge as he mockingly reaches out with a hand. “ —- what is it NOW? 1-10? ”

     his breath gets knocked out from his lungs when he collides with the matt, leaving him helpless for a moment as he sucks air back in ( it’s not an UNCOMMON feeling around ryan ---breathlessness ). mouth forms an almost COMICAL pout up at his partner, something like INDIGENCE crossing his face. “ 4-7, phoenix,” he says with a scoff, swatting ryan’s offered hand away as he rises gracefully to his feet. “ --- don’t get fucking cocky. ”

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let’s admire his beauty.

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@agntnyx

     on the GOOD DAYS this feels like what he was meant to do. everything clicks perfectly, the smiles come easy, and the pride blossoms brightly --- he can’t imagine doing anything different, that he was BORN to be an agent. but on the bad days --- the ones where the pressure and the expectation feel heavy enough to crack his spine and he doesn’t have to strength to fight it --- the bad days he learns to suffer through silently, wearing the same devil-may-care exterior and presenting nothing less than a perfect work ethic even if his insides are twisted together to look nothing like perfect. it’s not until he’s in his own isolated spot in the headquarters --found ages ago and seemingly never found by anyone else given the state of the much dated equipment inside-- that he lets that exterior CRACK in disastrous ugly patterns, back to the wall, knees drawn into chest and face buried out of sight ( the fabric of his hoodie sleeve between clenched teeth to remain SILENT even as he TREMBLES ).

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          a suspicious glance is cast over the junior agent, trying to figure out why such a question would be asked out of the blue. it takes him half a second to decide what to say - the truth? ( not always, but i’m pretty good at picking out the fact someone’s lying? ) a lie? ( yes, always, absolutely ) something else? griffin taps his pen against the debriefing in front of him and tilts his head. “have you done something you want to lie to me about?” he asks, sounding more like a tired dad than a superior agent.

     matty resists the urge to laugh at the idea ( THOUGH he understands the beauty of his careless personality is that doesn’t always seem to match up with his values ), eyes rolling instead in response. “ yeah --- something TERRIBLE,” he deadpans, “ i’m just preparing now for all the scrutiny i’m about to be under. ” the second part? not so much a joke as his lighthearted tone would suggest ( mattias altelius? always prepared to show only skin deep ).

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       “ whistler ----- when people LIE, can you tell? ” it’s phrased just casual enough, matty growing bored of his reading turning to bug the elder agent. there’s a MOTIVE behind his question as well though --- he’s always prided himself at being a good liar; ‘course that’s around NORMAL human beings. enhanced senses certainly threws a bit of a wrench into things but if he learned to trick a POLYGRAPH, perhaps he can learn to trick THEM as well.

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   hello everyone!! i’m buffie and this is my beloved matty. ur typical neighborhood undercover boi with daddy issues.

! ✰ ° — [ HERMAN TØMMERAAS , MALE, HE/HIM ] mattias andrew michael näessén altelius (mattias 'matty' altelius), aka agent 029 is a twenty-one year old junior agent that has been loyal to mercy for three years. they have a reputation of being the two-way mirror because they can be adaptable & charming. but let’s not forget they’re pretty boyish & closed-off. if you listen closely you can hear whatever it takes by imagine dragons whenever they walk past. ( cold lakes in summer, the thrill of pride at being told good job, seeing out but people not seeing in, three dozen friends who don't know you past skin deep )

HISTORY

Born in Stockholm, Sweden to Swedish parents. His full name is Mattias Andrew Michael Näessén Altelius ( first name, two middle names, two last names; as Sweden does not hyphenate ). Known as Mattias or Matty Altelius. Responds first to 029 or 29.

The Altelius name is a name that might someday turn into a legacy. Michael Altelius is the patriarch, first of his name to be a Mercy agent and perhaps heralded to have been and to be one of the best. Michael is in tactical now, pulling strings from high up or something... — and Mattias is his eldest son.

Matty and his younger brother were raised to be an agents from the moment they were born. They’ve been training their whole lives how to fight, how to observe, how to lie, how to think on ones feet, and everything in between. Michael Altelius made the family name into something that might just be more and made sure his two sons would not be the ones who would bring that all crashing down.

Michael raised his family in his sons’ formative years in the states despite being a native Swede, returning to Sweden every summer to return to their roots and also scout.

Matty has taken especially well to undercover ops; slipping on different people and personas came naturally to him, and it gives him a thrill. It also makes him feel normals and safe in a way, as ludicrous as it might sound.

NOTES

About his personal life, Matty is very careful not to let anything show. He has an almost childish and devil-may-care attitude, mixed with easy flirtatiousness and boyish charm. He’s good at making people think they know him without revealing anything at all. People have said they’ve seen him put on every person except Mattias Altelius.

the two way mirror: he can see out so so clearly but people cannot see in.

Matty has one younger brother Maximilian Linus Alexander Näessén Altelius (Max Altelius) who is in his first years of official training. Both of them are very close.

Matty fights extremely well, being trained from such a young age, but he also fights like he’s been trained. The very best eyes are able to pick out patterns eventually, though he will prove to be an extremely difficult partner (and sometimes wins in spite of that).

Protocol is Matty’s moral conscious, for better or worse. He was practically raised in the division and has been brainwashed taught that everything about it is law. We expect great things from you, Mattias.

Matty is extremely loyal to his family and would only ever break protocol if it was his brother on the line ( on the flipside, his brother is his weakest point ). This also circles back as he feels that any step out of line he takes has repercussions on his father and his little brother and the family name.

Matty believes he has a good relationship with his father, but he also aims to do nothing but please. The Division has been shot through every facet of his life, even that of his familial relationships. That being said, Max is one of two people who know him for who he is.

Altelius tradition is to pick numbers as agent names. Matty’s is 029 and Max’s is 092. Children reduced to numbers. amirite fam???

the entirety of ‘whatever it takes’ fits Matty so well but especially: Whip, whip / Run me like a racehorse / Pull me like a ripcord / Break me down and build me up.    &&     I'm just a product of the system, a catastrophe / And yet a masterpiece, and yet I'm half-diseased

CONNECTIONS

ooof so like…. part of his character is he makes really superficial connections but he’s superfriendly….so here we go.

THE TRAINING PARTNER: different from the other one above, this is someone who started training with gabe. maybe they were roommates, but they hit it off. im thinking a more bookish/computer/nerdy muse for this —someone who would be the brains of an operation– but i’m open lol.

THE MENTOR: maybe an instructor or someone who just… gives matty his space to be a ‘normal’ for once, without the pressure to live up or elevate the altelius name. literally just give me an adultier figure that’s gunna show this boy some love instead of heaping on expectations like his father.

THE PRYER: someone who wants to “figure him out” bc they believe there’s something more under that carefree boyish attitude. they’d be right, but will they ever figure that out?

LITTLE BROTHER: Max (Logan Shroyer fc, yeah???). As described above.

idk. Matty is doing his damn best.... okay

i’ll be in and out the rest of the night but hmu on discord ( bwenden guwuhwe#5730 ) or on im if you want to talk plots!!!