[center][h2][color=308414][u][b]Macbeth “Mac” Krally[/b][/u][/color][/h2]
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[h3][color=308414][ 22 ][/color] | [color=308414][ 5’4’’ ][/color] | [color=308414][ he/him ][/color][/h3]

Mac fought tooth and nail to get the life he has now. Maybe, physically he was weak, a new sickness hitting him maybe once a month, but he’s cunning enough to make up for it.  He survived just about everything— for fuck’s sake, he had to grow up in an environment where his father led a gang. The sickly, floral smell of rotting bodies and the iron of blood and organs and the chemicals from whatever was being made in the underground labs still haunts the back of his head, and that wasn’t even the worst of it. 
He won’t talk about what “the worst of it” is, but everyone around him knew he used to talk constantly, with a passionate and fiery personality, happy to spit fire and hatred to those who block his path. While now he’s entirely mute and a gnarly scar stretches across his neck, he still will spit fire with sign language. 
He’s a survivor, alright, through and through. He finally has peace— a house, a husband, half-siblings he only barely learned about— yes, they have ups and downs, but he clawed his way for the ups and downs he gets to have now. He’ll do anything to keep it.

[h2][color=308414]• • •[/color][/h2]
[color=308414]{ STR -- 5 }[/color] || [color=308414]{ DEX -- 13 }[/color] || [color=308414]{ CON -- 11 }[/color]
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[color=308414]{ INT -- 10}[/color] || [color=308414]{ WIS -- 16 }[/color] || [color=308414]{ CHA -- 15 }[/color][/center]```