Matthew "Sabrehart" Stone

Matthew James Stone, codename "Sabrehart" is a young man in his early twenties. He has been described as a young, blonde-haired caucasian man of average build. Recently, he has been chosen by Gaia and became one of the new wave of chosen dubbed "Bees." Soon after, he was contacted and inducted into the Templars, where he currently serves as an active duty agent. The following is a transcript of an interview with Mr. Stone for the Templar archives.

3:12 PM, Temple Hall:

Agent Johnson: "Ah, you must be Mr. Stone, we've been awaiting your arrival. Please, have a seat."

Matthew Stone: "Thanks, but please, call me Matt."

Johnson: "Of course Mr. Stone."

Stone: "It's...forget it. One quick thing, though. What's so important about this that I had to be pulled from active duty? If you haven't heard, there's a full blown zombie apocalypse over in Maine that we've been trying to investigate. How does a simple interview for the archives out-rank that?"

Johnson: "Temple Hall has its reasons, I can assure you. Now, if we could begin?"

=• Early Life •= "Alright. I was born to your average American family in a decent sized suburb of the Twin Cites in Minnesota. I almost wasn't born due to complications. Sadly, my Uncle Jay died the day I was born. My parents and I like to believe he died in my stead. I know it seems cruel to think of it that way, but from what I've heard of him, he wouldn't want it any other way. That's actually how I got my middle name, in honor of him.

"Besides my "zero-th" birthday, my childhood was pretty uneventful. I moved around a bit throughout it, though, so my school and social life were complicated, and at times non-existent. I changed from public schools to charter schools to private schools, and even got home-schooled for a while. I wasn't really around long enough to make lasting friendships...or learn many social skills, or...you get the point. Instead, I spent most of my time studying random stuff and messing around with my guitar and other instruments, as well as my computer and stuff like that."

Johnson: "That must explain your social skills."

Stone: "They really didn't teach you tact, did they?"

Johnson: "We only learn what is necessary. Please continue."

Stone: "I...*sigh* Alright, fine. Eventually, we settled down near where I was born by the time I was 16, and I soon went to a local community college through my high school's PSEO program. It was a pretty good deal, actually. I enjoyed the people at college better than those at high school, and I was almost done with my associate's degree. During my time at the college, I met some fellow muscially-minded people and started a band, most of whom went to England with me for University. The night I first realized that I finally had friends, as sappy as it sounds, was one of the few times in my life I was truly happy."

=• Life at University •= "Soon after I graduated community college, I took a gap year touring the states with my mates, getting gigs here and there, but mostly just seeing the sights and dicking around. After we got back, most of us packed our bags and moved to the University of London, where I'm currently finishing a double major in computer science and music education. During my second semester there, I met a girl who I really hit it off with, Sarah Johnson. She was from the states as well, so we kind of helped each other survive this foreign landscape. Oh man, was she ever beautiful, perfect blonde hair, eyes that went straight to her soul, and a smile that would soften even the hardest heart. She was all around amazing, not to mention we both were studying music education. One snowy night in December of our second year, I finally got the guts to ask her out on a date. It was pretty simple, just a bite to eat and a walk in the park, but it was the most magical night of my life. Sarah became my first girlfriend that night.

"During August of our third year, Sarah went to visit some old friends in Japan for a few weeks. I didn't think much of it at first. In fact, I would've gone, but I wanted to surprise her when she got back with an engagement ring. I was so excited, I called up all of our friends to meet us in the park near my apartment when I picked her up. It was gonna be the greatest day of both of our lives.

"The day before she was going to get on her flight, though, everything went to hell. The supposed 'terrorist attack' on Tokyo occurred. All flights in and out stopped, all communications were down, no one knew what the hell was going on. Worst of all, Sarah was supposed to be in Tokyo that day, taking in the sights before catching her flight the next day. I tried over and over to get in contact with her, or at least see word of her on the television or the internet or anything. Hell, I would've been fine to even hear her name as part of the casualties, just to have closure. The only thing harder than knowing someone you love has died is not knowing whether they're alive or not. That hoping both keeps you alive and tears you apart at the same time, you know?

=• The Secret World •= "For the next few days, I barely left my apartment, crying myself to sleep most nights with no word of Sarah. Every time I contacted her, there was no answer. She probably had tens of voicemail messages and hundreds of email, Facebook, and text messages, all from whatever was left of myself, just trying to make sure she was alive.

"About a week after the first reports, I decided 'to hell with it,' and took a sleeping pill to finally get some rest. A few hours later, I woke up choking with a buzzing in my ears. I reached for a glass of water, but it burst into gas, the glass melted, and the bloody end table set itself on fire. I went to grab something to put it out with, but when I looked back at the fire, it doused itself right before my eyes. Thinking it was just the pills, I went back to bed. When I woke up, the burn marks were still there. I thought, 'great. Not only is my girlfriend missing and maybe dead halfway across the world, but either I'm crazy, or things randomly set themselves aflame around me,' or at least that's what I would have thought, if I wasn't already in hysterics.

"After more time locked in my apartment, I eventually started to understand and gain control of my new abilities, at the cost of the tidiness of my apartment and most likely the loss of my security deposit. One day, I heard a knock at the door. Expecting my friends checking up on me, I instead was greeted by some random woman I've never seen before. She explained about my powers and invited me to join her organization, the Templars. I later learned the reason they found me first was because of my familial connections to the Templars, although I apparently was related to Illuminati on my mom's side [see Family History and Lineage].

=• Joining the Templars •= Work in progress...

=• Solomon Island •= Work in progress...

=• Abilities •= Mr. Stone is well skilled in a few martial arts, including karate, judo, kickboxing, wrestling, and taekwondo, and is also versed in several forms of close-combat weapons, such as multiple types of swords, staffs, and hammers, as well as improvised weapons. He is proficient in most forms of firepower and some more primitive ranged weapons, such as shuriken and bows. His anima powers are well-manifested, and Mr. Stone excels in most types of magic.

Oddly enough, it seems that he possesses limited pyromantic and sensing abilities proven through tests not to be a direct effect of Gaia's Bees, and able to be used without a focus. When Mr. Stone uses these abilities, depending on the amount of power exerted, his irises may begin to turn a mix of yellow and red, and the marks on his right shoulder [see Miscellaneous] may begin to glow red and, in cases of extreme exertion, grow across his arm and back. Mr. Stone reported that cases of more than short usage or slight exertion cause him physical pain and psychological trauma, but refused to go more in depth about the subject. However, there is a low threshold that Mr. Stone can stay under, especially with his sensing ability, which he tends to leave "on" at most times, to protect himself from the side effects. Yet this threshold is able to be lifted through practice. His sensing ability is somewhat limited when not put under extreme exertion, able to sense basic things about a person from their aura, such as magical power, position in space, species, emotion, and in some cases, even allegiance (from reading aural energy and comparing it to that of known Templar, Dragon, Illuminati, etc.). However, a person trained in hiding parts of themselves, even on a non-magical level, may be able to hide such things from this ability.

Mr. Stone is also quite knowledgeable in math, computer programming, physics, chemistry, and music, along with other subjects. He can read and write Spanish fluently and speak Spanish at an almost fluent level. Mr. Stone possesses a baritenor singing voice and can play electric, acoustic, and bass guitar, drums, banjo, piano, ukulele, mandolin, and recorder. He is also an avid actor, participating in multiple performances in a theatre club at the University of London.

=• Family History and Lineage •= Mr. Stone's parents may have seemed normal in most respects, however, both of them had ties to the Secret World, although they cut most of said ties by the time Matthew was born. His paternal grandfather, James Stone, was an active member of the Templars up until his death, serving in multiple positions during his lifetime. Matthew's father, Johnathan, while knowledgeable of his own father's involvement in the Templars, tried his best not to get involved with the Order or the Secret World during his adulthood.

Problematically, his mother is descended from Illuminati roots. Her parents were active Illuminati agents, and Catherine was forced to run away from home once they learned of Johnathan's lineage. Since then, Catherine has had little contact with her parents, save for periodic phone calls and recent family reunions, demonstrating that the relationship between Catherine and her parents has cooled down recently.

Mr. Stone's codename was inspired by his ancestors from Medieval England, the Sabreharts. The Sabrehart clan, fellow Templars, owned a small fiefdom and an eponymous castle. Records show that Prince Richard Sabrehart and his immediate family returned from a diplomatic trip to a neighboring kingdom only to find Castle Sabrehart missing, along with much of the surrounding fiefdom. Most of the peasants questioned were too shook up and hysterical to give a report of what occurred, but from the few who were somewhat lucid, it seemed that "a great flaming vortex took the keep and swept it up into a portal in the sky, which eclipsed the sun and then disappeared." To this day, the true fate of Castle Sabrehart remains unknown.

=• Psychological Evaluation •= Mr. Stone can be somewhat socially awkward at times, and tends to speak before he acts, but he has an immense sense of empathy and compassion. He doesn't care for the, as he puts it, "petty squabbles" between the societies, instead prioritizing helping the helpless and defeating the evils in the world before fighting other societies and morally grey beings and organizations. In battle, Matthew is, in his own words, "fierce as Hell itself."

Mr. Stone was raised as a non-denominational Christian, a belief he still holds to some extent, although currently trying to understand whether it still holds true alongside the facts of the Secret World. He still holds many morals from his faith, such as respect of women, protection of the poor, abstinence until marriage, and others. However, Mr. Stone is particularly progressive for an American Christian, supporting science, evolution, and same-sex marriages, and is politically moderate.

Mr. Stone tends to joke around quite a bit, even when it's not completely obvious he was joking. It seems there are times he doesn't know when to stop, which has caused numerous problems, including with a Miss Croise.

Mr. Stone has been diagnosed with recurrent major depressive disorder since his early adolescence. During the majority of his adolescence until two years before the Tokyo event, he was prescribed antidepressants. Ever since, besides a two week stint after the Tokyo event, Mr. Stone hasn't admitted to needing nor taking them.

Mr. Stone is rated INFP by the Myers-Briggs Type Test.

=• Miscellaneous •= Mr. Stone is the lead guitarist and frontman of an alternative rock band, known as [name to be determined]. Consisting of multiple members, including himself, [members], and formerly Sarah Johnson, before her disappearance. From time to time he joins his band to play at local nightclubs and other locales.

Mr. Stone has lowered scars on the back of his right shoulder that bear ornate markings of unknown origins. These markings are usually small and almost unnoticeable, but during heightened exertion of the aforementioned pyromantic and sensing abilities, glow red and grow across his right arm and back, and in extreme cases, further across his body. This growth is reported to cause Mr. Stone quite a large amount of physical pain and mental trauma, and as such, is not used unless necessary for his life or the life of others.

=• Final Reports •= Our operative has successfully infiltrated the Templar Archivists, gathered intel on Mr. Stone, placed a copy of the report in the Templar Archives to avoid suspicion, and returned successfully to Headquarters. He has recommended close watch on Mr. Stone, either as a potential asset or roadblock, depending on multiple factors outlined in OTR-TA846B.