Post by BetaWülf on Jul 15, 2015 2:05:26 GMT -6
Faction & Division: Civilian.
Rank: Formerly an Ultra
Name: Mackius
Race: Jiralhanae.
Age: 28
Height: 9'6"
Weight: 1,526 lbs
Appearance: Mackius is a large male, his skin light gray in color. His fur is red in color, normally trimmed(not shaved), a short beard, braided Fu Manchu, and short Mohawk adorning his head. His claws are shiny black, as opposed to the yellowish color exhibited by some. On his left shoulder there are three deep claw marks, showing his allegiance to Tartarus's Skein before the High Chieftain died.
While Mackius supported the Rh'tol, he is Vheiloth in origin and variety, having a longer snout and greater appreciation for technology compared to his shorter snouted compatriots. When he chooses to dawn clothing(which he does more often than not to keep the Humans off his back) he wears gray tank top, and green and gray camo shorts.
Strengths:
-Physically strong: Mackius is not only large for his species, but also strong for his species.
-Skilled: Mackius has had many, many jobs over the course of his life. Including jobs in burglary, food service, repairs, moving, wrangling, and of course his Military career.
Weaknesses:
-Angry: Having been a Covenant Loyalist during the Great Schism, Mackius is rather hateful towards "The Man", who takes the form of Humans and Sangheili who constantly target him for being a pro-Rh'tol Jiralhanae. Mackius cant count high enough to match the number of times he'd been pulled over or hassled with for no real reason, or how many taillights he'd replaced over the years when they magically busted once the law enforcement had walked past them.
Biography:
Mackius was born to a small Pack in a small forested region of Doisac, youngest of four siblings. He spent his youth growing up in the shadow of his older brother, though the two still got along decently. When not playing in the rolling hills, trickling streams, or dense forests, he was doing chores. Taking out waste, burning excess flammables, or feeding his pets, and so on.
As he grew a little older(but was still just a boy), he would occasionally head to the small town to the East for work to make some spending money. Sometimes he'd help out at the firepit, helping keep their Thorn-beast from burning. Sometimes he'd help move someones chair to a moving vehicle. In his early teens he would go to work at a Ranch that supplied the Thorn-beasts that were slaughtered and eaten locally, wrangling them to and from their pens to and from the corrals.
When the Chieftain came looking for recruits, Mackius was one of the first plucked from the town to join the Pack in the War. Barely fourteen, Mackius was the unfortunate victim of slim pickings. He was fitted with overlarge armor, and a spiker that weighed his arm down. His Major was a cruel bastard, and Mackius suffered the brunt of his wrath on a regular basis. This continued until Mackius was fifteen, when he impaled his superior with a crudely made spear. Thus Mackius became a Major.
It was not until the Fall of Reach that he became an Ultra, his first taste of large scale combat. At least two Spartans fell to the Pack. Mackius stabbing the first in the lower back as it grappled with the Chieftain, tearing his blade viciously to the side, severing the spinal column. The second left Mackius with a long, deep scar running down his left cheek, and a much longer and much deeper one across his chest, and one less Minor in his Pack.
Mackius would keep the Spartans helmet, a reminder of his victory, and the scars a reminder of his failure as a leader. But for his participation in the death of a Demon, he was promoted. When the Great Schism came, Mackius remained loyal to the High Chieftain Tartarus, scarring his own left shoulder with the three claw mark symbol on the High Chieftains banners.
Killing Sangheili was more rewarding and challenging he found, since Humans were so frail in comparison and hadn't done him any personal wrongs. He viewed his fighting of the Sangheili as a revenge for killing Tartarus who was his idol and greatest hero. He however didn't do very much in the Schism, a few small battles, but nothing of such scale as the destruction of Human worlds like before.
When the War was lost, Mackius took up residence with the Kig-Yar, where he would meet his friend and future Business partner Bob. The irony of his Kig-Yar friend's name was however lost upon Mackius, as he was unaware that Humans used the name Bob as well. With hostilities ceased for the time being, Mackius started answering help needed advertisements of all kinds. Everything from filling in for sick employees, moving furniture, and finding stolen property to mercenary work.
Basic Information
Name: "Hammer-Head"
Registration: HMH - 365
Slogan: "We don't need no stinkin' slogan!"
Class: D77H-TCI Pelican
MOS: Transport.
Commanding Officer: Mackius!
Detailed Information
Crew Patch/Badge: None.
Physical Description: The "Hammer-Head" is an old, dinged, dented, well loved Pelican. It was bought used and sat idle for several years before Mackius could afford to get it fixed up. Since then it has served as his one of his primary modes of transportation.
Biography: The "Hammer-Head" was bought at an auction by Mackius, who got it for a steal since nobody else wanted the junker as badly as him. It spent several years in storage as Mackius nickle and dime'd himself half to death saving up to have someone fix it.
Loadout: Carries one M831 Warthog(License "BRU-TEY") externally, one M274 Mongoose(License "FUZZ-Y"), and one M274-M Gungoose(License "UP-URS"), both housed internally.
Crew: Mackius(Pilot/Owner).
Rank: Formerly an Ultra
Name: Mackius
Race: Jiralhanae.
Age: 28
Height: 9'6"
Weight: 1,526 lbs
Appearance: Mackius is a large male, his skin light gray in color. His fur is red in color, normally trimmed(not shaved), a short beard, braided Fu Manchu, and short Mohawk adorning his head. His claws are shiny black, as opposed to the yellowish color exhibited by some. On his left shoulder there are three deep claw marks, showing his allegiance to Tartarus's Skein before the High Chieftain died.
While Mackius supported the Rh'tol, he is Vheiloth in origin and variety, having a longer snout and greater appreciation for technology compared to his shorter snouted compatriots. When he chooses to dawn clothing(which he does more often than not to keep the Humans off his back) he wears gray tank top, and green and gray camo shorts.
Strengths:
-Physically strong: Mackius is not only large for his species, but also strong for his species.
-Skilled: Mackius has had many, many jobs over the course of his life. Including jobs in burglary, food service, repairs, moving, wrangling, and of course his Military career.
Weaknesses:
-Angry: Having been a Covenant Loyalist during the Great Schism, Mackius is rather hateful towards "The Man", who takes the form of Humans and Sangheili who constantly target him for being a pro-Rh'tol Jiralhanae. Mackius cant count high enough to match the number of times he'd been pulled over or hassled with for no real reason, or how many taillights he'd replaced over the years when they magically busted once the law enforcement had walked past them.
Biography:
Mackius was born to a small Pack in a small forested region of Doisac, youngest of four siblings. He spent his youth growing up in the shadow of his older brother, though the two still got along decently. When not playing in the rolling hills, trickling streams, or dense forests, he was doing chores. Taking out waste, burning excess flammables, or feeding his pets, and so on.
As he grew a little older(but was still just a boy), he would occasionally head to the small town to the East for work to make some spending money. Sometimes he'd help out at the firepit, helping keep their Thorn-beast from burning. Sometimes he'd help move someones chair to a moving vehicle. In his early teens he would go to work at a Ranch that supplied the Thorn-beasts that were slaughtered and eaten locally, wrangling them to and from their pens to and from the corrals.
When the Chieftain came looking for recruits, Mackius was one of the first plucked from the town to join the Pack in the War. Barely fourteen, Mackius was the unfortunate victim of slim pickings. He was fitted with overlarge armor, and a spiker that weighed his arm down. His Major was a cruel bastard, and Mackius suffered the brunt of his wrath on a regular basis. This continued until Mackius was fifteen, when he impaled his superior with a crudely made spear. Thus Mackius became a Major.
It was not until the Fall of Reach that he became an Ultra, his first taste of large scale combat. At least two Spartans fell to the Pack. Mackius stabbing the first in the lower back as it grappled with the Chieftain, tearing his blade viciously to the side, severing the spinal column. The second left Mackius with a long, deep scar running down his left cheek, and a much longer and much deeper one across his chest, and one less Minor in his Pack.
Mackius would keep the Spartans helmet, a reminder of his victory, and the scars a reminder of his failure as a leader. But for his participation in the death of a Demon, he was promoted. When the Great Schism came, Mackius remained loyal to the High Chieftain Tartarus, scarring his own left shoulder with the three claw mark symbol on the High Chieftains banners.
Killing Sangheili was more rewarding and challenging he found, since Humans were so frail in comparison and hadn't done him any personal wrongs. He viewed his fighting of the Sangheili as a revenge for killing Tartarus who was his idol and greatest hero. He however didn't do very much in the Schism, a few small battles, but nothing of such scale as the destruction of Human worlds like before.
When the War was lost, Mackius took up residence with the Kig-Yar, where he would meet his friend and future Business partner Bob. The irony of his Kig-Yar friend's name was however lost upon Mackius, as he was unaware that Humans used the name Bob as well. With hostilities ceased for the time being, Mackius started answering help needed advertisements of all kinds. Everything from filling in for sick employees, moving furniture, and finding stolen property to mercenary work.
Basic Information
Name: "Hammer-Head"
Registration: HMH - 365
Slogan: "We don't need no stinkin' slogan!"
Class: D77H-TCI Pelican
MOS: Transport.
Commanding Officer: Mackius!
Detailed Information
Crew Patch/Badge: None.
Physical Description: The "Hammer-Head" is an old, dinged, dented, well loved Pelican. It was bought used and sat idle for several years before Mackius could afford to get it fixed up. Since then it has served as his one of his primary modes of transportation.
Biography: The "Hammer-Head" was bought at an auction by Mackius, who got it for a steal since nobody else wanted the junker as badly as him. It spent several years in storage as Mackius nickle and dime'd himself half to death saving up to have someone fix it.
Loadout: Carries one M831 Warthog(License "BRU-TEY") externally, one M274 Mongoose(License "FUZZ-Y"), and one M274-M Gungoose(License "UP-URS"), both housed internally.
Crew: Mackius(Pilot/Owner).
