Lines in the Sand
Recklessly Raucous Reckoner
“No great genius has ever existed without a touch of madness.”
Apparent Age: Early to Mid Twenties
Mack has a…wily look about him. Cuts and callouses and nicks line his hands and arms from years of working with heavy machinery and tooling; he has a wealth of intricate tattoos to sport, too, and is…loud. Wherever he goes the man shows off a high energy, highly optimistic vibe, and it hardly ever dies. Aggressive, personable, and direct, even if Mack isn’t particularly large, his momentum and volume can still cause a room to become just a little stifling. There’s a strong, smiling force of personality that just can’t help but put people on edge.
- Eyes: Black
- Hair: Black
- Height: 5’10’’
- Build: Average
- Distinguishing Features: Air of Menace, Contacts (Blue Collar), Presence 3, hella tattoos.
- Known Things:
- Frequently hangs at Tops’ Diner.
- Drives an old school Thunderbird.
- Gadget hobbyist.
Mack’s a machinist that works somewhere in the industrial district of Newark. He covers a couple different jobs, working part-time at an auto-body shop here and there, and covering extra shifts at parts shops on occasion. Some weeks he’ll get into something at a local factory, some weeks it’ll just be work as a bouncer or something similar.
When just…doing nothing in particular Mack will take trips all around the state, driving around in his Thunderbird to see the sights and just enjoy the scenery of different towns. Sometimes it’ll be to see a particular kendo kata performed at a dojo in Edison, other times he’ll try to find some food in Montclair or Millburn, or just some sort of festival or event. But if you can drive to it, and it’s in NJ, there’s a chance Mack will be there.
- Can’t Stop by Red Hot Chili Peppers
“Can’t stop, addicted to the shindig
Chop Top, he says I’m gonna win big
Choose not a life of imitation
Distant cousin to the reservation
Defunct the pistol that you pay for
This punk, the feeling that you stay for”
- Screens by Photay
- Loves the Jobs You Hate by HONNE
“You’re forever takin’ aim
You’ve got these troubles day after day
My patience wears away
I’m not listening to a word you say”
“Something about Mack.” –