MAC

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Biographical information

Birthplace Empire of Daqin Born tbd Age 26 Home {{{home}}}

Physical description

Race Human Gender Male Height 5foot 11 inches Mass 157lbs Hair color medium length red spikey hair. Eye color hazle Skin color Fair skinned

Political information

Affiliation(s) works for Sakamoto (Gentle Breeze) Occupation forced recon Caste 3rd caste Alias(es) MAC,Mack Aadolf Cadman (meaning:the son of a warrior wolf)

Tribal tattoos and simple shapes line the fair skinned man on his face, lower jaw and forehead.

Writer Weeping_Angel Created on 3/28/2020 Avatar {{{avatar}}}

is surprisingly cheerful for a Man in this field of work .he has absolutely no problem with interacting with the other Soldiers in fact he enjoys to get to know those he works with and will often step into a argument or a bad situation to back them up even if its not his problem much like his late friend did for him all those years ago. He's somewhat of a prankster and motormouth attempting to lighten a dull or depressing mood some of his freinds say, though he can and will buckle down and get serious when the need arises. Often keeping an optimistic look while searching for every possible outcome and best situation to get his team home safely with the least amount of casualties. He's also rather laid back in terms of competitiveness, often letting his teammates take the glory and rise to higher positions while he remains at foreground. While he doesnt show it the death of his freind Doyal weighed heavily on himself often causing him to lash out in frustration to anyone who Doyals blade without asking much like his father's he cherishes both. Often in times before a battle he would prey to the both of these items asking for guidance and luck in the upcoming battle.

• Build and Skin Color: Due to his line of work he has a toned figure, and fair skin
• Eyes and Facial Features: Dark greenish brown hazel eyes with a slightly angular
• Hair Color and Style: medium length spiked ginger hair
• Distinguishing Features: Tribal tattoos that look like lines and simple shapes line the fair skinned man on his face, lower jaw and forehead.

Born on a battlefield base hq to a 2nd class mother and father Mac was raised within the confines of said hq however within the first few months Mac lost his father before he was even old enough to speak. had passed away due to a mission gone wrong. Much of his early years were hard for his mother as she raised Mac with the help of her squad as they tried to help lighten the burden on his mother, his mother spoiled her son while raising him in his early years She would teach Xis how to talk, how to write, simple muscle training so that he'd be ready to go to the military academy when the time came.


Once he was old enough to comprehend the world around him his mother would explain to him about his late father Mac held on to every word. Often he played Soldier with the other children of his caste calling himself his father's designation. His mother took this time in his early years to teach him about how to use a rifle and how to safely operate it, how to take care of it and how to hunt with it. when he arrived at the military academy he would spend the next 7 years there learning subjects like basic maths, writing, languages, warfare, martial arts, hunting, tracking, and some medical knowledge. While there he did pick up a few bad habits though due to the academy’s methods of building up on its students' skills testing their weaknesses and strengths while also encouraging hazing and competition between the children as one makes it to the top someone will always try to knock them back down. This wasn't however meant to instill hostility between the children but teach them camaraderie and brotherhood when faced with the toughest situations you'll have your brothers and sisters in arms to help you.
Mac during his early years of this did not adapt well often picking fights with those who haze him not out of competition but of anger causing him to distance himself from the others as punishments got more severe. As time went on however he befriended his training buddy as on one of their various grueling training's of navigating the city to teach them to adapt to the environment the hot and tiring experience caused one of the children recently given praise to lash out and fight Mac who was trying to lead the group back but was having trouble with how much the city moves. One of his squad mates by the name of Doyal stood up for him and defended Mac which surprised him. This however lead to the praised child and his friends to step in inciting a fight in their barracks that lead to the lot of them being punished as one however Mac wasn't angry about this and for once was happy in the academy he made a friend.as they years in the academy went on Mac and Doyle were inseparable they were each others foil Doyals calm collective nature while also being the hulking brick shithouse of a teen by this point and Mac with his creative but often pragmatic and aggressive thinking. This isn't to say they didn't get into fights but unlike before it was more their way to solve arguments between each other by the end of these fights they would hug it out their bond strengthening every time.


upon graduation from the academy like his father and mother before him, his mother would state how she was proud of him and how his father would have been proud. It wasn't long though until he was called for his more advanced training in the field, due to being noticed and recommended to join the gentel breeze crew. due to his tracking and ranged combat skills he was given a scout position as a temporary soldier while in the field he would also receive basic navy knowledge as time on a ship both in traveling with the squadron and a few times on the battlefield. It was at this time that Mac would experience the horrors of war fist hand during a scouting mission paired with his old friend Doyal. The two of them and the more experienced scouts were ambushed by the hostile forces while surrounded and their forces routed they had to hold out against the attackers. The engagement lasted 4 days, by the second day his friend Doyal had fallen to an enemy. With the loss of his friend and the majority of the scout party wounded and tired Mac hankered back to the days of his mother teaching him hunting and he would buckle down using his skills from the academy to hunt down and search for a weak point in the forces lines that kept rushing them. Getting this knowledge to his scouting party leader the scouting party was able to punch a hole and make a break to regroup with the rest of their forces and eliminate the opposition. Through determination and in remembrance of Doyal Mac began training to learn how to better his fighting with his friends blade


Once he made it to his young adult years Mac would be sworn into the gentle breeze crew as he wait to see what the next chapter in his life has in store for him.