Power. Pure, simple, masculine power. That is what makes this large example of the male species. He's an older man, appearing to be in his early 40s. His features are square and bluff, with craggy lines and leathery skin from long days spent out of doors. Iron gray hair is worn cut in a short military high-and-tight cut, with distinguished silver at the temples. Steel-gray eyes are deepset beneath shaggy brows. A large, thick mustache is worn beneath a nose that's clearly been broken a few times, obscuring the firm lines of his thin lips. His square jaw and cleft chin are darkened by a few day's worth of stubble. His voice, a deep, rumbling bass, spoken with a hearty Texas twang.
The man is built like the proverbial brick shithouse. He stands a looming 6'4", with wide, strong shoulders and a broad barrel chest. Nearly three hundred pounds of thick, blocky muscle fills out his burly frame, with hardly a scrap of fat to be seen. His arms are thick as a woman's thigh, with a thick mat of gray curls along the backs. A bluff cliffside of a waist rolls into the mighty oak columns of his legs. A black USMC T-shirt is worn stretched over his chest, tucked into black-and-gray urban camo BDUs, which are in turn bloused into spit-polished combat boots. He smells of a handsome, spicy aftershave mingled with the musty scent of good tobacco. He can often be found with a stout cigar clenched in the corner of his jaw.
This man does not walk. He lumbers. Like a great grizzly bear, he goes about his business. A stern glower seems permanently carved into his bluff features. His manner is gruff, strict, and authoritative, brooking no disrespect. His charisma is a powerful thing, radiating dignity, refinement, and strength, along with a heavy dose of pure male machismo.
RP Hooks Edit
- 'MURICA! - Mace served in the United States Marine Corps for twenty years. He saw action in both Gulf Wars. If you were in the service as well, you may have met him.
- Lost Cub - Mace is one of the rare Lost Cubs, who did not experience his First Change until well into his 40s. He is still struggling to adapt to his new life in the Garou Nation, but his years in the military have proven a great help.
- Haplin's Pride - Mace is pack alpha for Haplin's Pride.
| Why? Why did you leave me? Where did you go? I thought you loved me.|
"Fare thee well, my bright star."
| My best friend, my brother in arms, my beta. With you at my side, Haplin will never fall t' evil.|
"And we'll raise up our glasses against evil forces, singing 'whiskey for my men, beer for my horses'."