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Perhaps Mack's chaotic nature precludes any significant forethought and planning (indeed, some planar scholars believe Mack actually lacks the ability to conceive the future), other than his fruitless quest for a ladyfriend. Perhaps it is his subscription to the Ragers, whose philosophy preaches self-improvement through testing one's limits. Mack, in this way, is a refreshing change from those who prostrate themselves to power in the Planes, whether for good or for ill, and instead lives a simple, if violent life. | Perhaps Mack's chaotic nature precludes any significant forethought and planning (indeed, some planar scholars believe Mack actually lacks the ability to conceive the future), other than his fruitless quest for a ladyfriend. Perhaps it is his subscription to the Ragers, whose philosophy preaches self-improvement through testing one's limits. Mack, in this way, is a refreshing change from those who prostrate themselves to power in the Planes, whether for good or for ill, and instead lives a simple, if violent life. | ||
===Plans=== | |||
That's not to say Mack doesn't have some 'vague notions' knocking about his brainbox. | That's not to say Mack doesn't have some 'vague notions' knocking about his brainbox. | ||
- Find (or buy and run) somewhere to drink where he can do whatever the hells he likes, and him and him Rager buddies can have a good time and not get the H called on them. | - Find (or buy and run) somewhere to drink where he can do whatever the hells he likes, and him and him Rager buddies can have a good time and not get the H called on them. | ||
Revision as of 17:27, 24 March 2013
| Mack Bloodeye | |||||||
| Male Tiefling (Tana'ri) | |||||||
| Player: CosmicRay | |||||||
| [[Image:|300x600px|]] |
| General Information | ||||||||||
| Full Name: | Unknown | |||||||||
| Nicknames: | Mack, Big Mack, Mackdaddy, Mad Mack | |||||||||
| Age: | Unknown | |||||||||
| Deity: | None Known | |||||||||
| Alignment: |
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| Occupation: | Mercenary | |||||||||
| Faction/Rank: | The Ragers | |||||||||
| Place of Birth: | Unknown | |||||||||
| Physical Attributes | ||||||||||
| Height: | 6' 11" | |||||||||
| Weight: | 230lbs | |||||||||
| Eyes: | Crimson | |||||||||
| Hair: | Dusky Purple | |||||||||
| Complexion: | Ruddy | |||||||||
| Physical Build: | Brick Outhouse | |||||||||
| Physical Features: | - | |||||||||
| Skills | ||||||||||
| Incredible Strength and Stamina. Furious Anger. Prone to Ultraviolent outbursts. | ||||||||||
| Equipment and Items | ||||||||||
First Words
Ask any canny cutter, he might well say some loud, slab-muscled berk of a basher called 'Mack' stomped into the Guildhall Ward one day. You'd have to be pretty addled not to figure some sort of Tiefling out of him, given his shaggy-haired paws, ruddy red skin and dusky purple dreadlocks. Mack seems perpetually on the brink of snapping; prone to violent outbursts, quick to anger, and taking no guff from any berk, it's a bit of a wonder he's lived this long.
The Size of the Man
At seven feet tall and all muscle he has the look of an ox poured into a suit of armour. Tattoos cover at least his upper body - shaded shapes in a thousand variations of blood-red. His jaw is hard and square, nose flat, and broad. His eyes too, a shade of crimson beneath his heavy-set brow. When smiling, his teeth are large and irregular, his canines unusually elongated.
Some Sort of Addle-Cove?
A lot'a folk'll tell you Mack's barmy - as barmy as they come. Running around, shouting at the top of his lungs, asking addled questions, it's not an unreasonable conclusion. Especially that vacant grin; more than one basher's caught him drooling on himself, and those inane comments. A brighter sort might say, however, that he's just the product of some bygone era, or took too many blows to the head. Whatever the case, Mack doesn't seem to be your run-of-the-mill loon.
What's With All the Stuff?
Mack does seem to carry a small armoury. He maintains that it is to 'attract women', but it just as often seen demanding folks buy his 'goods' or peddling his own wares. Flyers for something called 'Mack Mart' haven't been seen in the Guildhall Ward for some time, but occasionally Mack lays out what he has.
The Chant
Big men invite tall tales, seems to be no end (or truth) to the Chant around Mack
You Mentioned Women..
Damn right I did cutter, see, Mack seems to be looking for a 'meaty woman with wide hips' in order to 'pass on his mighty seed'. So far, at least, he doesn't seem to have had much success.
The Ragers?
You heard it here first bub, Mack's a member of The Ragers, or at least thinks he is. Makes sense, as nobody's ever seen him lamp a berk just for looking at him funny, code-of-honour crap and all that. In fact, now that you mention it, nobody's ever seen Mack turn down a challenge either, no matter how badly it was clearly going to end for him.
You seen what's going on in t' Lower Ward?
Sure as the Lady is serene I have chummer. And you're not wrong, i'd bet my buttons Mack's behind it. So one head of an Infernal went up over the half-finished Grand Arena - you know that project the Ragers started afore they got the boot outta the Cage. I'd say that's a pretty strong message to you and I cutter - the Ragers are back. I just wonder who's going to end up on the rest of those spikes he's got lined up over there..
Hive-Rumbler?
No doubt about it chummer, Mack's the (half)brains behind the Rumble in the Hive, hosted out of your very own Butchers Block. Sigil's premier perennial No Holds Barred Contest of Champions.
Anything else, Cutter?
Sure, lemme think.. Mack is a bull polymorphed into human form. Mack was born without the part of the brain that regulates speech volume. Mack has never been heard referring to himself in anything but the third person. Mack has an obsession with understanding what things 'mean'. Mack once matched Grod Sharptusk in a boxing match. Mack is a pretty canny businessman. Mack has an intense dislike for celestials. Mack once killed everyone in Windglum. Mack once went toe-to-toe with Ilhloth. Mack isn't even that good at fighting. Mack once beat a Mechanus cog like a drum and rode it into the Outlands. Mack was pipped to the post in the Most Desirable Man in Ironridge contest, by Alec (Mack's 'talent' was to drink a keg of ale and break it over his head whilst the crowd threw rocks at him. What a sight that was!). Mack only knows one joke. Mack invented a dance, but no-one has ever seen it. Mack was seen talking to a tree recently. Mack is a terrible, terrible liar. Mack's been up to some shady business - something about dead Takers, and a God-Finger? Mack has a voracious appetite.
The Dark of It
Terrible truths no-one knows, or should have to suffer knowing...
A Rude Origin
Mack is pretty quiet on his origins. The most commonly-told story (by him) is that Mack was produced at the dawn of time, in the titanic battle between Thunder and Rage, and he emerged, fully-formed and fighting. The truth, though, and it may be a truth Mack has forgotten, or chosen to forget, is that he was the product of a short, and violent relationship between a Broken Reach cambion and his human concubine. When Mack came of age he clubbed his father to death, and fled into the Blood War, for who knows how long. What the Blood War spat back out, when Mack came back to the world, was a brutalised and pitiable creature, known only violence since its conception, knowing only rage, and unable to remember why.
A Mack of Action
Perhaps Mack's chaotic nature precludes any significant forethought and planning (indeed, some planar scholars believe Mack actually lacks the ability to conceive the future), other than his fruitless quest for a ladyfriend. Perhaps it is his subscription to the Ragers, whose philosophy preaches self-improvement through testing one's limits. Mack, in this way, is a refreshing change from those who prostrate themselves to power in the Planes, whether for good or for ill, and instead lives a simple, if violent life.
Plans
That's not to say Mack doesn't have some 'vague notions' knocking about his brainbox. - Find (or buy and run) somewhere to drink where he can do whatever the hells he likes, and him and him Rager buddies can have a good time and not get the H called on them. - On the topic of Ragers, it's about time they announce him their King, as he is clearly the most superior amongst them. - And once that's out of the way King Mack can lead the Ragers in glorious battle across the Planes - showing everyone how superior the Ragers are! -And maybe it'd be worth finishing the Great Arena the Ragers once started in the Lower Ward. -And once that is done, show those poxy Factions a thing or two about being a Faction! - Acquire a superior chariot, pulled by the mightiest steeds in the Planes, and run down his enemies in glorious battle.