Redoubtable

Hatred is a deep and emotional extreme dislike, directed against a certain object or class of objects. The objects of such hatred can vary widely, from inanimate objects to animals, oneself or other people, entire groups of people, people in general, existence, or the whole world. Though not necessarily, hatred is often associated with feelings of anger and disposition towards hostility against the objects of hatred.

An accurate description. But what if you could hate everything so much that it drove you to become more and more powerful, for the sole purpose of being free to openly loathe any and everything without fear of consequence. The ability to tell anyone and anything exactly how much you hated it, give it the reasons why and then send it on it's way without giving the slightest care in the world as to what it might think, say or do in return.

People do some pretty funny things for some pretty silly reasons. Especially in a City of Heroes. And he could explain his reasoning to you, but why bother? He doesn't care what you think. Even if he did explain himself, you wouldn't understand it. So then you'd ask him questions. And it would frustrate him. And you would tell him you didn't quite grasp the concept. And it would frustrate him. And you would ask 'why?'

And then you'd piss him off and either make him leave or hit you. And what good would that have done?

Fortunately, you don't have to ask Matthew Rocsin exactly why he constantly looks for reasons to hate just about everything. To understand where this malevolence for all things live and inanimate comes from, one would have to start from the very beginning.

If nothing had ever changed, and Matt had lived his entire life without the unfortunate twists and turns, chances are he would be a fairly spoiled brat, still at home eating Fillet Mignon and showering in Perrier. Only you know. He doesn't like either of those.

Matthew Rocsin was born to Andrew and Maria Rocsin on December 3rd, 1985. A healthy child with a full head of golden, cheery blonde hair. Regardless of his Mother's potent psychic abilities, the child received none of these. The only mutation that was passed onto him would be a pair of gorgeous, brightly glowing Azure eyes. Golden blonde hair and bright, glowing blue eyes. He hates those too.

His mother, Maria Rocsin was a registered super hero, a potent psychic with powerful telekinesis and biokinesis. Andrew Rocsin, his father, was well known among boxing fans, and a heavyweight champion. The two had a large, two story house in a good neighborhood with low crime rate. Well, for Paragon City at least.

Matthew Rocsin, being the only child he was, was spoiled. He was given anything he ever seemed to want and even some things he didn't even ask for. That being said, he was a very well behaved, well mannered child that always did as he was told. Then his father lost his title, and soon there after his job. At first, this put the great Andrew Rocsin in a deep slump of depression. As time went by, his sorrow led him to what would be the main factor in the destruction of Matthew Rocsin's happy-go-lucky childhood. Alcohol.

His father began drinking heavily. When he didn't go out to the bars late into the early hours of the morning, he would come home with cases of beer. Matthew's father was a rather angry, abusive drunk and it didn't take long for him to become dependent on the substance. Night after night he would beat Maria Rocsin, under the drunken delusion that the lose of his career was somehow her fault. And night after night, the young Matthew Rocsin was forced to watch from the crack of his bedroom door, paralyzed in fear of being struck himself.

Things gradually grew worse and worse as time went by, the domestic abuse getting wildly out of hand. And yet every night after his father had passed out, the boy would go to his Mother, and she simply smiled at him and told him that she was perfectly fine. Every night, she comforted him and smiled sadly as he cried in her arms.

That is, until finally one night, as his father had pinned his mother to the wall by her neck, the now sixteen year old boy lost his patience and decided that he had enough. He slammed his door open and charged his father angrily. And then his father beat him. And not just that one time. But night after night, both of them were beaten. Yet even then all Maria Rocsin did was smile at her son and tell him things would get better. He began to question her, and the more he wondered why she did nothing but smile, the angrier he got. He didn't understand and it made him mad. Why would someone smile after being beaten for buying the wrong kind of beer or making fish instead of steak for dinner?

He decided that if his mother wouldn't do anything about it, he would. He began working out every day, growing stronger and stronger. All for the sole purpose of being able to outright hate and loathe his father. To tell his old man that what he had become was disgusting and intolerable.

One day, on his way home from the gym, he found that the car owned by his father wasn't in it's usual spot. He didn't particularly care at first, if his father wasn't here, then they wouldn't be abused. He stepped into his home, set his bag on the floor and walked into the kitchen...

Where he would find his mother, Maria Rocsin, hanging from the ceiling, a noose around her neck and a chair lying on the floor, just below her dangling feet. On the counter a few feet away was a note that read simply 'Don't hate him. And always smile, every day. I love you very much, Mom.' From that day forward all that was left was a blank, empty face that every so often twisted to show the sheer rage and hatred that he kept bottled up inside. He stopped crying. He stopped laughing, he stopped yelling, he stopped blushing, he stopped whining. And most importantly, he stopped smiling.

Years would go by and Matt would remain emotionally dead. Although his mother had been dead, Matt never found out what happened to his father, although it was assumed that he had ran away, for fear that upon investigation of his mother's suicide, the domestic abuse would be found out. Matt couldn't, he wouldn't, let this go without a fight. He trained harder, more often. He grew in strength so that he could tell the world outright how angry he was, how much he hated everything.

One would think that with the amount of rage that Matt had generated, he would turn to a life of crime. Quite the contrary. Matt decided to register himself in Atlas Park as a hero. As a hero, he would be able to search for his father while staying out of the way of other heroes, the PPD and annoying, pesky citizens. He thought up a name he felt was fitting. While in his red and white armor, a nod to his Mother's homeland of Canada, he would be forever known as Redoubtable.

Matt soon found that even after all his training, hero work was no joke. He couldn't keep up with mutants and science freaks on his own. He needed to invest in a weapon of some kind. Upon the investigation of a drug dealing in King's Row, he noticed Blue Steele, performing some Chuck Norris-esque act of heroism and decided that he would take up a shield.

He also soon found that an ordinary shield wouldn't do at all. Even the Hellions laughed when they would heat the metal up enough to make him burn his hands. And then he would throttle them angrily. During the infiltration of a Council base, he overheard them speaking of a company known as 'Pyroworks Inc.' which manufactured weapons and armor of the utmost quality. After punching them in the mouth, he tracked down a dealer from Pyroworks, and being the hero of high moral qualities he was, ordered a shield. A shield that could block almost anything.

And block almost anything it did. Though the manufactures would not reveal the exact name, the metal that had created the thing was almost magically reinforced. It repelled fire without growing hot. Lightning bolts bounced off of it. Bullets were wasted, swords were pointless.

He had become the hero that Paragon needs. Only not.

Matt continued through his career as a hero with a sick sense of justice. Those he deemed not worthy, barely made it to jail alive. Some didn't even get the luxury of that. He began to frequent, much to his disgust, the inter-dimensional night club known as Pocket D. And while he loathed the place and everyone in it, night after night he went. And not once did he touch a single glass or bottle of alcohol. He sat and he watched. He watched the people flirt, dance, drink, talk... He just watched silently.

Eventually, he would come into contact with the hero known as Blightbane. A huge, wall of a man, roughly the same size as Matt himself. He managed to piss Matt off to the point that he demanded a skirmish. The air headed Blightbane happily agreed. They took their duel to the arenas set up in Pocket D... And Matt soon found that he stood no chance. He swung and he swung and he punched and he bashed his head against the Mutant, but Blightbane was in fact a wall. He even called himself 'The Wall.' Matt continued to swing at the Mutant... And Blightbane sat there, and sipped on a juice box of grape fruit juice, as Blight wasn't nearly fast enough to hit the rather agile Matthew Rocsin. Eventually, ten minutes of the fight passed and the two decided it was rather pointless. In an outrage, Matt turned and went to leave, but was stopped by Blightbane.

After recognizing Matt as the son of Andrew Rocsin, he offered Matt training. Not training to be a hero... Training to become a boxer. Naturally, as Matt still loathed boxing and every ounce of it's being, he declined. A few days passed however, and Matt begin to think. What if he did take up Boxing and show his old man up? What if he became the best boxer in paragon city? His father would hate it. His father would be furious... Matt almost smiled at the idea, before taking up Blightbane's offer the next day.

His training would be rough. Usually running. Matt ran miles and miles a day, with Blightbane hovering behind, sipping his grape juice. Matt became a regular at the gym of Founder's Falls. He lifted weights, he beat Blightbane's chest with his bare fists... But none of this would be quite as relevant as what Blight would have him do next.

Matt was ordered to play Super Punch Out for the Wii every night. And Matt, somehow, managed to play this video game night after night without breaking his console in a fit of rage. Until Matt had developed his own slew of special punches, specifically designed for boxing. The Piston Straight Right, the Sandman Blitz and what would come on to be his signature ability, respected by Boxing fans, feared by his opponents... The one hit TKO, Star Punch.

Soon began his boxing career. He quickly climbed the ranks and began blitzing through the minor circuits with no problems at all. His name grew more and more well known and rookies and lightweights everywhere began to rightfully fear what the commentators had come to call 'Angel Eyes Rocsin' due to his glowing azure eyes.

Candy is the only person that Matt will outright show any kind of affection for. She's one of the few women that deal with his rage in the one way he finds tolerable. By redirecting it right back at him. She doesn't smile, she doesn't giggle, and she doesn't fawn over him. Despite his feelings for her, he often picks fights with her, just to clarify he hasn't and won't go 'soft' for anyone. Much to his well hidden delight, she often swings right back, and more often than not trumps him or leaves him without a retort.

Max and Matt's relationship is a rather odd one. Max is a caring, gentle and kind. All the things that Matt most certainly is not. Matt has few reasons to give a rat's ass about Max, but he's made a vow to himself to protect him. More than likely due to the fact that Max, like Matt's mother, is a psychic with control over biokinesis. Max is one of the only people that Matt knows that understands him, and can read him like a book. Although he'd never admit it, Matt actually thinks Max is a pretty decent human being.

Blightbane is the reason that Matt began boxing. Blight convinced Matt to take up the sport of his long hated father, and Matt accepted-- if only to show up his old man, and become better at the sport than he ever was. Blightbane is a little messed up in the head, and although Matt claims to hate the man, he owes his career to him.

Alastor is Matt's boxing manager. Al does some pretty psycho things, and usually doesn't even make sense. Either way... He does manage to get Matt fights, and he does the job... Unusually well, considering Matt's fairly certain he's got no training or education in anything. At all.

Volo annoys the ever loving shit out of Matt. Wether it's intentional, and Volo delights in Matt's irritation, or wether Volo just honestly thinks he and Matt are best buds, the end result is the same. Matt shows nothing but raw hatred for Volo.

David is a quiet, socially awkward young man that Matt refers to as 'Boy Plunder' due to his Robin-esque theme. David does an excellent job at walking on eggshells around Matt, and does his best not to piss him off.

Dexter is currently being trained under Matt to learn to fight with his fists. Dexter has yet to piss Matt off, and follows his orders carefully enough so that Matt just doesn't have any reason to hate him.

Luna is one of the few to see an actual affectionate side of Matt. If only for just a moment, however.

Nikki revels in making Matt rage. She often leans on him, climbs on him, calls him cute pet names, and many other things to get him angry. As she's too fast for Matt to keep up with, she often gets away with it. Although Matt's fairly certain Candy will eat her someday.

Brobit and Matt have... strangely similar thought processes. Matt's also decided that someday he and Brobit will work together. And Matt will strap the giant robot to his forearm and use him as a shield. A shield that fires mother fucking lasers.

Fen challenged Matt to a boxing match, only because his friends told him he shouldn't. Needless to say, despite Fen never having boxed in his life, his cybernetic body gave him a slight edge, and he even gave Matt a run for his money. In the end, Matt won, but not easily.

Web some fucking blue guy. Matt's not sure why he hates him less than most people. He's a little obnoxious. But in a way that doesn't piss Matt off too badly.

Jo is Web's wife. Not as obnoxious as Web, but obnoxious nonetheless.

Some Mexican keeps coming up to Matt with his moonspeak. And stealing his and Candy's keys.

Sandra is a friend of Max's. She's fairly witty, enough so to gain a tiny ounce of Matt's respect.

Adam Creed scares the shit out of Matt.

Magdalen and Matt slept together a lot. She enjoyed pissing Matt off, and enjoyed it even more when he threatened to abuse her. Since he met Candy, he's told her they couldn't sleep together anymore. And that he still hates her guts.

Lilah doesn't put up with Matt's bullshit. One of the few women he doesn't -completely- loathe.

Brick-Breaker is Lilah's husband. And one of the people that has yet to manage to infuriate Matt.

Leda and Matt butted heads in the past. She's a cold bitch and he's a tool.

Johnny Incinerator and Matt don't get along at all. Johnny seems to think he makes Nikki fawn over him against her will. Matt doesn't like white knights, and told him to get lost.

Kinknocktics pisses Matt off.

L is strange, but seems to think Matt abuses Candy. And while he does, yes, she enjoys every minute of it, so Matt becomes irritable when he acts like what Matt's doing is wrong. Okay it is wrong, but she's a big girl that can handle herself. It's not like she doesn't abuse him.

• Matt is Catholic.
• Matt hates Canada.
• Matt hate hate hates Celine Dione and Avril Lavigne.
• Matt hates syrup. Are you seeing the connection?
• Matt cannot say the words 'like' 'thank you' and 'sorry.' He has decided to use other words in substitution for these, such as 'porcelain' 'wheel chair' and 'medicine.'