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Alias(es): None of your Business
Real Name: None of your Business
Apparent Age: Unknown
Concept: Grumpy old Man
Physical description: Stocky man, Long Black Trenchcoat, Large Shades, Black Cowboy Hat, Leather Gloves, and a Black Bandana covering most of his face.
Relevant Mechanics: Soothing Voice, Natural Leader
Basic Timeline: Mac's called very few places home. He claims to have woken up from a few decades of napping in Springfield, Mass. by the Elder Baron Greyshadow. Since the Death of Greyshadow, Mac has been combing the East Coast helping Baronies with problems
Current Activities: Watching. Waiting. Planning his next big move.
Merit Details: Mac's true face has never been seen or caught on camera.
Background: Mac generally doesn't discuss his background. He dislikes nosy people.
"People Are Strange" -The Doors
"No your wrong...I'M THE JUGGERNAUT BITCH!" - Mac @ a clan meeting.
"Either we play a game or I'm going to kill the next thing the Baron points at." -Mac getting flustered with other Anarchs.
"You blow Aegis. Fine. I see where this is going.. Billy, cancel our 10 o'clock." -Mac the last time he was in Springfield, MA chomping away at a Bishop Serpent of the Light.
"This bitch is fucking crazy." -Mac to Piscin.
"If I come all the way down there, there better be some action." -Mac to anyone's who's ever asked for his aid.
"Ulrich, Aaron, This is going to Suck." -Mac, as Ulrich Bardonia and Aaron Cross all join hands together as they are being devoured by a Thunderwyrm.
"Mac would never lie to me." Baroness Piscin
Mac remembers the Anarch Revolt.
Mac is a gargoyle.
Mac's real visage makes horrid forms take a courage check.
Mac and Aaron Cross have a complicated bromance.
Mac's Laptop can bend reality.
Mac can swallow people hole.
Mac brushes his teeth with whisky.
Mac has mysteriously disappeared. He may have fallen to the Sword of Caine after being sold out by an Ex Anarch, Cyrus Caine.