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Mason 'Mace' Killian
Macepic
Some attributes
Name Mason Dean Killian
Alias Mace
Birthdate April 9, 1971
Nationality 'MURICA
Concept Gung-ho Soldier
Nature Competitor
Demeanor Bravo
Occupation Captain, USMC (ret.), Alpha of Haplin's Pride
Tribe Unknown
Ritename Unknown
Auspice Unknown
Breed Homid
Notable Stats

Strength 4, Dexterity 4. Fair Glabro. Short Fuse. Gullible.

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.

Contacts Edit

Zoe Garrett
02577 Why? Why did you leave me? Where did you go? I thought you loved me.
"Fare thee well, my bright star."
Garrett0 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'."

Soundtrack Edit

No one gets left behind!
Another fallen soul!
No one gets left behind!
Another broken home!
No one gets left behind!
We stand and fight together!
No one gets left behind!
Or we all die alone!


It's when murder is justice that martyrs are made
A one gun salute for the new Independence Day
They'll hallow your name
They'll hallow your name for your sacrifice
The sins of deliverance
So let the wicked perish in the presence of God
For your sacrifice


I created the sound of madness
Wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight
For yourself?


And when I heard you let him die
And made the world all wonder why
I sat at home and on my own I cried alone
And scratched your name in the side of a bullet


 

Glenn Frey - You Belong To The City

You belong to the city
You belong ot the night
Living in a river of darkness
Beneath the neon light
You were born in the city
With concrete under your feet
It's in your moves, it's in your blood
You're a man of the street


What Was I Thinkin' - Dierks Bentley

When a mountain of a man with a 'Born To Kill' tattoo
Tried to cut in I knocked out his front tooth
We ran outside hood-slidin' like Bo Duke
What was I thinkin'?


Mudvayne - Dig

Dig
Bury me
Underneath
Everything that I was
Slowly changing


Tool - Schism

I know the pieces fit
'cause I watched them fall away
No fault, none to blame
That doesn't mean I don't desire
To point the finger, blame the other
Watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together
Rediscover communication


nine inch nails - burn

Something inside of me has opened up its eyes
Why did you put it there? Did you not realize?
This thing inside of me, it screams the loudest sound
Sometimes I think I could
Burn

Gallery Edit

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