Description
Christopher Matts, infamously dubbed The Bastard, reigns as a retired supervillain and crime lord whose name once struck terror across his universe. His origins remain obscured, though he boasts of innate violent prowess, asserting his psychic powers detonated his mother’s skull during his birth. Renowned for methodical vindictiveness, he hunted down adversaries’ loved ones with precision, exemplified by slaughtering 241 individuals tied to Danny Dubrovny while sparing Danny to savor his anguish.
Once a Syndicate member alongside Carmine (The Heat) and Count Orlok, Matts later forged the Network, a syndicate imposing a 30% tithe on global villainy. His ranks harbored twisted heroes like the Praetorian, a loyal enforcer. After accruing vast wealth, he retreated—residing in Spain (comics) or Japan (anime)—curating art and meditating, yet retaining power through proxies like the Salamander. Beneath his veneer of calm simmered restless malice, hinting at dormant schemes.
Matts’ signature power psychically amplifies cranial pressure, exploding heads via sniper-scope focus, eye contact, or mental intrusion. His sadism surfaces in whimsical brutality: executing underlings for trivial slights like distracted phones or tepid applause. Unpredictability enraged him; he slaughtered ally Count Orlok and a startled monk for mere surprises.
His downfall unfolded when Johnny Bolt’s crew breached his fortress, deploying illusions to plunder his fortune. Deceived by Kasey’s psychic ruse, Matts obliterated servant Miguel and watched his estate burn. Enraged, he massacred the Salamander’s faction, blaming their nonexistent betrayal, and seized the Network anew. Post-heist, he erected a Japanese casino, privately contemplating mortality and violence’s futility while cloaking unyielding vengeance behind tranquility.
Matts’ legacy embodies a contradiction: a connoisseur of beauty orchestrating carnage, his retirement a facade for enduring dominion. Though draped in elegance, his reign remains etched into history through terror, proving his appetite for control eclipses even his thirst for art.
Once a Syndicate member alongside Carmine (The Heat) and Count Orlok, Matts later forged the Network, a syndicate imposing a 30% tithe on global villainy. His ranks harbored twisted heroes like the Praetorian, a loyal enforcer. After accruing vast wealth, he retreated—residing in Spain (comics) or Japan (anime)—curating art and meditating, yet retaining power through proxies like the Salamander. Beneath his veneer of calm simmered restless malice, hinting at dormant schemes.
Matts’ signature power psychically amplifies cranial pressure, exploding heads via sniper-scope focus, eye contact, or mental intrusion. His sadism surfaces in whimsical brutality: executing underlings for trivial slights like distracted phones or tepid applause. Unpredictability enraged him; he slaughtered ally Count Orlok and a startled monk for mere surprises.
His downfall unfolded when Johnny Bolt’s crew breached his fortress, deploying illusions to plunder his fortune. Deceived by Kasey’s psychic ruse, Matts obliterated servant Miguel and watched his estate burn. Enraged, he massacred the Salamander’s faction, blaming their nonexistent betrayal, and seized the Network anew. Post-heist, he erected a Japanese casino, privately contemplating mortality and violence’s futility while cloaking unyielding vengeance behind tranquility.
Matts’ legacy embodies a contradiction: a connoisseur of beauty orchestrating carnage, his retirement a facade for enduring dominion. Though draped in elegance, his reign remains etched into history through terror, proving his appetite for control eclipses even his thirst for art.