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I realize this puts us up to three ex-military guys, but it was honestly the easiest way I figured someone could be up to par to do Payday heists/shadowruns.

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Name:
Mason McKenzie

Nickname:
Slippy

Age:
34

Nationality:
Australian

Appearance:
Stands at 6' exactly. Musculature is relatively lean, but toned. Has a preference for two-piece suits and business casual wear. 

Personality:
Focused and determined, Mason has a driven personality and seeks to perform the best he can in any role he has to perform. He demands excellence from himself and is constantly seeking to improve. Despite this, however, the man is still enough of a team player to lessen his demands on his teammates, so long as he knows what to expect from them. A two-bit gangbanger picked up off the streets will have less expectations from Mason than a fellow ex-military soldier. 

For him, heisting is about the chance to continue using the skillset he was trained for. While the monetary perks are nice, they're little more than a side benefit to Mason. What really matters is the challenge and the satisfaction from successfully executing a well-thought out plan. 

Bio:
Once upon a time, there was a young lad growing up in a shithole town in the middle of nowhere of the Australian countryside. His family was poor, the town was dying, and he wanted out. The thing was, he wasn't exactly academically gifted enough for a decent college, and he knew it. No education, no prospects, no future. So a young Mason McKenzie took the only possible lifeline he saw and enlisted in the military the moment he graduated high school. 

In the Australian Army, Mason found that the physical work soldiering entailed fit him more than anything he'd ever done before. Sports weren't enough of a thrill and didn't pose enough of a real risk in comparison, to say nothing of book learning. So he put his all into becoming a better soldier. Hell, he'd gone further than he'd ever thought, and applied for selection for the Special Air Service Regiment. Selection was undoubtedly the most grueling experience of his life up to that point, but Mason did manage to scrape through it, ending up an elite special forces operator. 

The next few years were spent conducting operationss in warzones across the globe, as well as a number of hushed-up urban counter-terrorist missions domestically as well. However, Mason's career was cut short when a string of war crimes scandals rocked the regiment, ending with his entire squadron being disbanded even without most of the unit having taken part in the charges. Frustrated, bitter, and unwilling to return to the regular ranks, Mason left the military in protest. 

He was back to square one. Now that Mason had served in the military for a decade, civilian life just felt boring in comparison. That, and he still didn't have many job prospects anyways. So he went back to what he knew. Mason had been on the verge of accepting a contract with a private military company when he'd recieved another, more lucrative offer instead. One of the other guys from his old unit had somehow gotten himself involved with a heist scheme, and the team needed more people. The target was an armored car carrying bank cash, and the job went off without a hitch. Still, the gang knew they couldn't stay in the country for long. So they moved operations to Europe.

Over the next half decade, Mason found himself in his element as he put his skills to use again, planning and conducting armed heists against a variety of targets. Still, he found himself frustrated with the quality of career criminal he was working with. Outside of his partner that had gotten him into the group in the first place, most of the others weren't up to Mason's standard, and it showed as the gang slowly started to dwindle, whether through being caught by law enforcement or getting wasted in shootouts with either cops or other criminals. And then his old friend got himself pinched. That was the last straw. The gang wasn't sustainable anymore, and Mason got the hell out of dodge. With Europe too risky to settle down in, and unwilling to return to Australia, Mason fled to America and settled down as best he could, buying land out in the boonies from a seller entirely willing to take cash. 

And for the last year, Mason found himself bored out of his mind. Sure, buying and maintaining a veritable armory of assault weapons was satisfying enough, but he still found himself restless from lack of action. Still, he was in a foreign country yet again with no in to the regional crime network, which meant he had no way to launder any of his money or find a new crew. That was, until someone found him...

Skillset:
-Special forces training: At home in either a gunfight or a stealth run
-Heavy physical conditioning: In very good shape
-Heist experience: Is familiar enough with most sorts of heist work and security setups at this point to be able to contribute towards both the planning and execution of heists
-CQC specialist: At his best in close quarters, whether it be with firearms, melee weapons, or unarmed combat 

Phenomena:
N/A

Personal Equipment:
-Firearm loadout: Has a decent-sized collection of guns to choose from, typically carries either a carbine or a SMG along with a pistol
-Night vision goggles
-Grenades: Frag, flash, smoke
-Body armor: Plate carrier with ceramic SAPI plate inserts

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Hilariously, that was going to be the image I used if I made a guy