[b]Name:[/b] David “Dave” MacCready

[b]Age:[/b] 35

[b]Sex:[/b] Male

[b]Appearance:[/b] Dave is at the shorter end of tall, standing around 5’11”, and his frame carries about 180 lbs of lean muscle, an athleticism born of years spent hiking his beloved Ozark mountains with a pack on his back and, often, a gun in his hands. He has blue eyes, brown hair, and his forearms and roughly calloused hands have a network of small scars earned through hard manual labor. 

[hider=Dave][img]https://pbs.twimg.com/media/CwMTGU2WEAEEqrs.jpg[/img][/hider]

[hider=Bio]
If asked, David would say that his father only ever gave him one birthday present: a Romanian surplus AK-47, chambered in 7.62 x 39mm and illegally modified for fully automatic fire.

He had just turned six.

David’s Vietnam-veteran father, Joseph “Big Joe” MacCready, was not a nice man. In fact, he was a hard, cruel, violent man, the self styled “Commandant” of the Arkansas Free Citzens, a survivalist-minded militia with a hate-on for the U.S. government and a White Supremacist streak a mile wide.

The younger of Big Joe’s two sons, David was home schooled and raised on the Militia compound from birth. As an infant, he was little more than a mascot. By age five he was “playing pretend” with the older members, running around in little fatigues and shouting “Bang Bang” with plastic rifles. By ten he was considered a recruit, and by fifteen he had been given the rank of Private First Class, and was living and training full time with the other members of the compound. His early life was one of a Domestic Terrorist In Training; he performed daily PT sessions with the adults, honing his body to the peak of physical fitness, and learned to shoot, stab, and blow up anything that disagreed with his Radical Right-Wing mentality. Wilderness survival, bomb making, hasty ambushes; these were drilled into his head every day since he could remember, along with a healthy dose of racism and distrust for the Federal Government.

Though David had always secretly questioned his involvement in what his father called “The Movement”, things came to a head when young David was 14 years old. His maternal grandfather, Dan Nolan, had long disapproved of his son-in-law’s hateful lifestyle, and had done his best to draw his grandsons away from life in the compound. 

When David was 16, tragedy struck, and his life fell apart. His older brother, “Little Joe” MacCready, was pulled over by the Arkansas highway patrol. Rather than surrender to Big Brother’s goons, Joseph Jr. instead left his truck, pulled a Glock 9mm from his waistband, and killed two highway patrol officers as they went about the routine of filing his ticket for an expired registration. A high speed chase ensued, and when Little Joe was finally cornered, he opened fire on the responding officers and was shot and killed.

Big Joe lost his mind. Convinced that the government had ordered his eldest son’s assassination, he went deep into hiding, secluding himself and several other Militia members in the Arkansas wilderness. David refused to accompany them, and instead packed his bags and moved in with his grandfather. When he turned 19 he got a small place of his own up in the Boston mountains, a particularly rugged section of the Ozarks, in Boone County, Arkansas. He’s lived there ever since, making ends meet by working as a mechanic in the nearby town and helping his neighbors with whatever needs doing. 

When he was 21 years old Dave met Kaliah Freeman, a law student at the University of Arkansas in Fayetteville. Her car had broken down, and he helped her get it running again and managed to snag her number. She was attracted to his rugged mountain-man lifestyle and his love of nature, he to her brilliant mind and eagerness to make a difference in the world. Ultimately, though, the shine wore off and Kaliah found that she couldn’t reconcile her more liberal bent with his gun-loving survivalist streak, and the two parted ways amicably.

Their short-lived romance resulted in the birth of their son, Malcolm Daniel Freeman, named for Malcolm X and Dave’s grandfather. David fell in love all over again, and has since endeavored to be the father he wishes he’d had growing up. A gentle, loving man, rather than the iron-hard Drill Instructor who’d been out to raise soldiers instead of sons. 

Since Mal’s birth Dave has spent every weekend that he could with the boy. It was on one of their many camping trips that he first encountered the darkness, finding a black stone altar deep in the mountains surrounded by the severed heads of goats and pigs. He reported his findings and ended up accepting an offer to work with Delta Green. Despite his dislike of the federal government, he does what he does because he believes it to be the only way to keep his son safe from the evil that he now knows lurks in the shadows.

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[hider=Personality] As a result of his upbringing, David has taken great pains to distance himself from bigotry in general and racism in particular. He’s laid-back to the point of being described as “stoner-esque” and has a tendency to just go with the flow of whatever is happening around him. Drinking beer, listening to music, and wrenching on his truck are his favorite pastimes, and he learned early on that the same mouth that used to regularly earn him “disciplinary workouts” and even outright beatings can instead be used to gain the trust and friendship of those he works with. 

While he enjoys spending time with his friends, he is equally fond of solitude, taking time out in the mountains to “recharge”. He often disappears for days or even weeks at a time, wandering his favorite ranges, living off the land and hunting out of season, and has become a survival expert. If there’s one man you can drop into the wilderness with nothing but a knife and expect to see again, it would be Dave. 

He has little regard for the laws of the United States, preferring instead of rely on his own sense of morality. He doesn’t steal, not because it’s illegal, but because it’s wrong. If he’s hungry, he hunts, licenses and seasons be damned. He sees no problem with killing for food, and believes it to be morally acceptable and different from poaching for a trophy. His childhood has given him an iron will, the ability to push through pain and adversity.

When it comes to things like drug use, Dave is of two minds: on the one hand, he doesn’t believe it’s anybody’s right to tell someone else what they can put into their own body. However, he also considers hard drugs to be a crutch, and personally abstains. A bit of marijuana or a drink or three is fine, in moderation, but he doesn’t like to lose control of his senses or inhibitions.

Dave’s main focus in life is his son, Malcolm. He spends almost every weekend with the boy, teaching him about nature, taking him on long hikes through the Ozarks. Despite the reservations of Malcolm’s mother, he has also started teaching his son how to shoot. [/hider] 

[b]Family, Friends, Aquaintances:[/b]

[hider=Kaliah Freeman][img]https://i.imgur.com/Ekgm44u.jpg[/img][/hider] - Ex-girlfriend, occasional casual lover. The mother of his child. The two are still friends. 

[hider=Malcolm Freeman][img]https://i.imgur.com/LJ3FXnr.jpg[/img][/hider] - Dave’s 14-year-old son. 

[hider=Dan Nolan][img]https://d2g8igdw686xgo.cloudfront.net/22524864_1500995511.5892.jpg[/img][/hider]- His grandfather, the man who got him out of the Compound and away from his lunatic father. 

[hider=Rufus][img]https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/f/f1/Aksaray_malaklisi_kral_kes.jpg[/img][/hider] - Dave's dog. Part mastiff, part shepherd, part Ford, he's 150 pounds of mountain-wandering beast, and serves double duty as both Dave's companion and part of his home defense system. 

[b]Likes:[/b] Nature/the outdoors, guns, Copenhagen 

[b]Dislikes:[/b] Racists, cops, the federal government

[b]Fears:[/b] 
Big Joe - Dave’s father is a monster. He abused his sons physically and mentally, doing his best to shape them into killers for his imagined revolution. As he once told his wife within earshot of the boys: “Woman, I’m not raising sons. I’m raising soldiers!”

Fatherhood - Mal is Dave’s entire world, and he does everything he can to do right by his son. He has nightmares about a twisted version of his childhood, in which he’s the one in the uniform, forcing his son to undergo the same hellish training his father once forced on him.

Skeleton in the Closet - Dave killed a man once. Just once. It happened while Kaliah was pregnant. One of Big Joe’s hoodlums stumbled across Dave during hunting season, and started in on him about the rumors he was dating an “undesirable”. Hot words became threats, and Dave gunned him down and left him in the woods, fearing for the safety of his family. Since then, Dave has lived with the silent fear that he’d be found out, that he’d be sent away to never see his son again, or worse; that Big Joe himself might come looking for revenge. 

[b]Skills[/b] 
Gifted(+8): SERE, Demolitions/EOD,  Marksmanship: Rifle, Navigate
Adept(+6): Subterfuge (Woodland), Awareness, Marksmanship: Pistol, Athletics
Average(+4): Military Science: Land, Crafting (survival-based), Melee Weapons
Novice(+2): Hand-to-Hand, First Aid, Engine Mechanics, Breaking-and-Entering, Craft (Gunsmith)

Special Training - Drive (ATV/Dirt Bike)
Black Markets: Weapons

STRENGTH: 6 
DEXTERITY: 6
STAMINA: 8
BUREAUCRACY: 0
INTELLIGENCE: 5
WILLPOWER: 8

SAN - 40
Breaking point - 32

CURRENT - 36

Adaptations- 
Violence-XX
Helplessness-X 


[b]Weaknesses:[/b]
Booklearnin’ - Dave was homeschooled on the compound, only learning what his father deemed appropriate. He never went to school after leaving, and never bothered with a GED. While he’s a reasonably intelligent man, reading isn’t is strong suit, and he has no formal education to speak of. 

Bum Knees - Years of lugging a pack through the Ozarks have taken their toll. Though he can push through the pain with the best of them, Dave gets a good twinge in his knees after a few hours on the move, and running only exacerbates the problem. The fact that his stubborn pride won’t let him wear a brace doesn’t help. 

[b]Off-Duty Clothing/Equipment:[/b] 
Clothing: Jeans and T-shirts, flannels for if it gets chilly, and a pair of sturdy hiking boots. A brown Carhart when it’s cold, a black wool watchcap when it’s really cold.
Weapons: A Sig P320 Subcompact 9mm with Tru-Glo sights and an Olight PL-1 Mini Valkyrie and two spare magazines (worn IWB appendix), Benchmade Infidel OTF, Buck 119 Brahma when acceptable. 
Tools: Leatherman MUT EOD multitool, Streamlight Pro-Tac 2L-X flashlight, a can of Cope Long-Cut

[b]Operational Clothing/Equipment:[/b]
Clothing: Camouflage fatigues suited to his environment, tactical boots/gloves, plate carrier w/ side SAPI’s. 
Weapons: Arsenal SLR-106 chambered in 5.56mm, w/ Streamlight HL-X, Trijicon MRO Patrol and flip-up 3X magnifier; Sig P226 w/ threaded barrel, Tru-Glo sights, and Surefire X300 light. Benchmade Infidel OTF, Camillus CQB1 fixed-blade, fragmentation/flash bang grenades as issued. Inclement weather gear as necessary.
Equipment/Tools: His EOD gear. Whatever explosives he brought along for the mission, as well as his multitool, an electrical kit, tape, and other accoutrements. An IFAK with a couple of spare tourniquets. Basic survival gear (i.e. fire starter, his Buck knife, a small camp hatchet, thermal blanket, etc.)