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[hider=Mac Kieran Iceni][color=746F18][CENTER][sup][h1][b][INDENT][color=black]M A C  K I E R A N  I C E N I[/color]
[color=F8EF00]M A C  K I E R A N  I C E N I[/color][/INDENT]
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[img]https://i.imgur.com/7Cb1ywk.png[/img][table][row][sup][h1][color=2c2c2c][b]▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅[/b][right][b]▅▅▅▅▅[/b][/right][/color][CENTER][sup][sub][code]"The longer I live, the stronger my notion that this is the world we deserve."[/code][/sub][/sup][/CENTER][/h1][/sup][/row][row][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   P O R T R A I T[/color]
[color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R   P O R T R A I T[/color] [/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img][center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/951286537683873833/951575014203859124/mac_avatar_cp77.jpg[/img][/center][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   S U M M A R Y[/color]
[color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R   S U M M A R Y[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[CENTER][sub][COLOR=gray]Mac Kieran Iceni[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=gray]31[/COLOR]   [b]|[/b]   [COLOR=gray]♂[/COLOR]   [b]|[/b]   [COLOR=gray]Heterosexual[/COLOR]
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[COLOR=gray]Single[/COLOR]   [b]|[/b]   [COLOR=gray]Solo[/COLOR]   [b]|[/b]   [COLOR=gray]Ex-Iceni/Ex-UK Penal Legionnaire/Ex-Raffen Shiv[/COLOR][/sub][/center][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P H Y S I C A L   P R O F I L E[/color]
[color=F8EF00]P H Y S I C A L   P R O F I L E[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[INDENT][hider=][indent][sub][b][color=B3AC0E]▼   P H Y S I C A L  T R A I T S[/color][/b][/SUB]
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	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Build[/b][/color] - Stocky
	[color=B3AC0E]► [b]Ethnicity[/b][/color] - White British
	[color=B3AC0E]► [b]Hair Colour[/b][/color] - Dark Brown
	[color=B3AC0E]► [b]Eye Colour[/b][/color] - Brown
	[color=B3AC0E]► [b]Other[/b][/color] - Blade scarring across forehead and right cheek. Bullet wound scarring on upper chest and lower back. Blade scarring on stomach and hip. Facial tattoo that shows forced conscription into the United Kingdom's Penal Legion and years served. Many tattoos covering arms and torso. No piercings. No visible cybernetics. [/color][/SUP]
[color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][indent][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S[/color]
[color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R   N O T E S[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[INDENT][hider=][indent][sub][color=B3AC0E][b]▼   K N O W N  A S S O C I A T E S[/b][/color][/sub]
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	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Sebastian Ibarra [/b][/color] - Mac's primary source of work since coming to Night City.[/color]
        [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Lisa Fletcher [/b][/color] - A fellow ex-tribesmen of Del Lobo's and the closest thing to a friend that Mac has in N.C.[/color]
        [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Nic Aisling "Ash" Iceni[/b][/color] - A 26 year old woman and former friend and clan member of Mac's. They looked out for each other both as kids and in prison. For an unknown reason Aisling left England and came to Night City.[/color][/sup]
	
[SUB][color=B3AC0E][b]▼   C H A R A C T E R  I T E M S[/b][/color][/sub]
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	[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Malorian Overture (Expensive)[/b][/color] - A double-action .42 calibre heavy revolver.[/color]
        [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]M-10 AF Lexington (Basic)[/b][/color] - A lighter automatic handgun, usually worn with a suppressor attached. [/color]
        [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Kukri (Basic)[/b][/color] - A machete-esque curved blade with a razor sharp cutting edge and tip.[/color]
        [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Thorton Mackinaw Larimore (Expensive)[/b][/color] - One of the few luxury items Mac owns. This truck is his main form of transport and his home away from home. He keeps a sleeping bag, tent and a few essential supplies in the rear.[/color]
        [COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Muscle and Bone Weave (Expensive)[/b][/color] - Biomodification that uses nanites to thread microscopic artificial fibres through muscle and bone tissue, making the recipient stronger and more resistant to damage.[/color][/SUP]

[SUB][color=B3AC0E][b]▼   S K I L L S[/b][/color][/sub]
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[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]CQB Training and Experience[/b][/color] - Growing up in a tribe of literal eco-warriors, surviving his teenage years in wars and free fire zones, living through four years on a brutal prison island and then not only surviving, but excelling after conscription into a military force used mostly as cannon fodder has left Mac an efficient, if not unorthodox warrior. He excels at getting the job done even without high level equipment or intel, having had to survive everything in life so far on his wits and weapons alone. He is quick and aggressive in a fight, able to strategize calmly even under extreme pressure and often turn the tide of a fight he's on the wrong side of. To both his credit and detriment, he has very rarely been on the advantageous side of a battle. He's the perpetual angry underdog and fights as such.[/color]
[COLOR=gray][color=B3AC0E]► [b]Educated[/b][/color] - Mac is one of the shrinking minority lucky enough to have been given something of an education. The Iceni knew very well that the ruling class and corporations controlled the population in large part thanks to their attacks on education and idealism. The ignorant were easiest to control and corral after all. To combat this The Iceni modelled themselves keepers, collecting and distributing to the tribe all pieces of knowledge they could get their hands on, largely in the form of old college textbooks and scientific journals. Going even further they accurately surmised that the present would be misrepresented just as the past had been, so they started writing it down. When it was inevitably twisted they kept and remembered the truth. As a result Mac has a better understanding of both the past and present than many folk, as well as a basic knowledge of maths, science and literature. [/color][/SUP]
[color=#2e2c2c]-[/color][/indent][/hider][/INDENT][/cell][cell][INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] C H A R A C T E R   C O N C E P T[/color]
[color=F8EF00]C H A R A C T E R   C O N C E P T[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[COLOR=gray][indent]Mac grew up in the United Kingdom, a lifelong member of a tribal and nomadic faction called the Iceni. With the islands increasingly being torn apart by corporations, gangs and governmental politics and poisoned and polluted; mostly in the name of profit the majority never saw, a large demographic of the island's inhabitants became sick of this status quo and longed for simpler, environmentally cleaner and less corrupt days.

A group of such people became the Iceni, a faction inspired by the Brittonic tribe of the same name, and especially its queen Boudica. At first they simply wanted to be left alone to wander the countryside, making their homes in what remained of the forests, hills and lakesides of the kingdom. They were a mostly peaceful tribe outside of the small wars and skirmishes they had with more aggressive nomadic groups. As more and more of the island was taken by corporations to be exploited and polluted and their way of life became threatened they started becoming far more antagonistic however. 

It wasn’t long before they were attacking corporate interest sites and fighting back against what they believed to be a blight to all natural good. These activities put all sorts of hunters on the clan's trail, so to make their hunt as difficult as possible they largely stuck to living in free fire zones. This was a double edged sword, as the extremely dangerous areas protected them from outside excursions but also made it so they had to be extremely combat efficient and wary to survive inside of them.  

They fought a good fight against the corps for a time, even taking out especially insidious corpo’s in London once or twice, but the forces they were up against were simply too well funded and too well trained and armed for them to have any long term hope at impeding their progress. The more corpo's they killed and sites they destroyed the more the forces after them grew. Gradually more and more of The Iceni were killed or imprisoned, as they were hounded to the ends of the isles by corporate funded military and police forces alike.

By the time Mac was 21 most of the tribe had been annihilated, and he himself was caught and imprisoned during a raid. He was sentenced to life but only ended up locked up for four years, refusing to give up any information on the hideouts or possible plans of what remained of his clan during that time, despite frequent physical and psychological torture. Once the cops and corpo's were sure they wouldn't get anything out of him they shipped him off to the Isle of Wight, a prison island. 

It was more like a city run by prisoners, with crime of every kind, a lot of which being cannibalism a daily, if not hourly occurrence. Eventually almost all of the Iceni were killed or captured and they quickly became a governmental afterthought, with some hilarious bigwig corpo-cunt having the idea to release Mac after a compulsory four year period of indentured soldiering. Apparently he thought it'd be funny having Mac do the work of those who had caught him.  

Mac agreed, so long as the children of the Iceni the government had imprisoned on the Isle would be pardoned at the end of his service. Probably not expecting Mac to last even a few months, the government capitulated. He was to be part of an initiative the government had put in place to put violent, combat-skilled offenders to work in small military units to quell the ever-present and uncontrollable gangs in the many urban centres throughout the kingdoms. The idea was to free up a little space in the UK's massively overcrowded prison system whilst also gaining a foothold in chaotic areas.

The chosen prisoners were to be tattooed, chipped and tracked during jobs, with even the suspicion of escape plans or any transgression taken as proof of the impossibility of rehabilitation and punishable by summary execution. The government called them Penal Legionnaires. After surviving the first year of conscription with good behaviour and supposed dutiful service he was "rewarded" with standard UK Combined Forces biomodification, something he didn't want, especially as a reward from the government but didn't exactly get a say in.  

His conscription finally ended three years later and he was released along with the few Iceni children, now teens who had been lucky enough to survive. Refusing continued military service as a free man despite the offer of a very lucrative contract, Mac tried to move on, mostly by helping the kids as much as he could to settle somewhere as safe as possible. 

His clan dead, imprisoned or scattered to the wind and everything they had hoped and fought for ruthlessly crushed, Mac found himself free but alone, a lost soul without a map. To see and live among the isles now caused him great pain, like watching as the last fragment of home and beauty was tortured and lost and not being able to do a thing for it. He made the decision to leave the country, having heard that the N.U.S.A was large enough for a person or even a clan to get lost in.

In the following two years Mac travelled across the ocean, fell in with a raider type nomad group called Del Lobo's and then left not so long after in disgust when they started doing jobs for the corporate bitches they had previously fought against. He'd done similar in the past to save his own life, but he sure as hell wasn't going to do so again just for profit. Especially if it meant attacking those who had no way to defend themselves. 

Finding himself not far from Night City upon leaving Del Lobo's he decided to head there, it being a place where a man of his specific talents could find plenty of work. The city innately repulsed him, but at this point so did the world. He’d found no evidence that his version of happiness or peace could be found on Earth, not outside of a few happy but now corrupted by loss and sadness memories anyhow.         
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[INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] D E T A I L E D   A P P E A R A N C E[/color]
[color=F8EF00]D E T A I L E D   A P P E A R A N C E[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[COLOR=gray][indent]Mac is a man of average height with an athletic, leanly muscled build who generally finds it quite easy to blend in most places. The scars and military tattoos on his face are among his most conspicuous visible features, but being scarred and tattooed is far from uncommon, especially among the company mercs tend to keep. His features are hard and angular, with slight wrinkles already forming at his mouth and up on his forehead, despite his relative youth. Dark brown head and facial hair blend well with chocolate brown eyes to altogether form a rather attractive visage. Not that it matters much, for Mac wouldn't know the first thing about using sex to his advantage.

His unclothed body reveals by far his most distinct characteristics, with both his torso and arms being covered in Celtic and pagan tattoos. His back is covered almost entirely by a Tree of Life, his chest is a mural of ravens and an artistic interpretation of The Morrigan. His arms are an amalgamation of triskele, spirals, wheel of Taranis, triquetras, knots and animals made up of spirals and ancient pagan inspired design. The artistry is interrupted only by the occasional scarring of past bullet, blade and bludgeon wounds.

Stylistically as relates to clothing Mac wouldn’t seem too out of place in the west at any point in the last century. His wardrobe mostly consists of various vintage-seeming leather jackets, jeans, boots and sneakers. The only thing really distinct about his style are the ballistic vests he invariably wears underneath his jackets, or perhaps the bulky handle of a revolver or handgun jutting out somewhere, but even those don’t get much of a second glance in Night City.

Possibly the only thing perceptive folk really find off about Mac is his composure. He’s unusually and coldly confident and rather direct for a man in a world and profession of extreme violence. He walks among gangers, killers, psychopaths and sadists alike with a reserved, almost tranquil disposition some find eerie. Employers often expect their hired killers to be quick to anger or at least annoyance, but with Mac they get the opposite. People are generally quite wary of unpredictability in a world of extreme risks.
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[INDENT][sub][sup][sub][h3][b][color=black] P L O T ( S )   &   G O A L ( S )[/color]
[color=F8EF00]P L O T ( S )   &   G O A L ( S )[/color][/b][/h3][/sub][/sup][/sub][/INDENT][img]https://i.imgur.com/K5p4pIK.png[/img]
[COLOR=gray][INDENT]Mac is a man almost completely ideologically at odds with the world he finds himself in. Raised to treasure and live off of the earth and land, he sees it polluted and slowly dissipated. Raised to put loyalty to friends and family above everything and to see a corporate or government paycheck as dishonourable, he finds himself in a world where friends murder each other for the latter and folk like him are forced to degrade themselves or be crushed by those who will. It is a life he despises, yet one he must learn to live with… Or not.

Mac must try to find a way to live as a mercenary whilst staying as close to his beliefs as possible, or else do away with them and become someone he doesn’t recognise. Night City doesn’t suffer principles in its survivors for very long, so Mac must find a balance between who he has always strived to be and who he must actually be and hope that he can live with what that eventually makes of him.

Currently Mac is taking what jobs he’s offered and hoping against hope that they don’t put him into a moral spiral, and maybe, just maybe that he’ll meet people in such a hellscape of a city that don’t continue to fuel his suspicion that humanity was an unfortunate misstep in evolution. Deep down he wants to feel the sense of belonging and idealism he felt in his [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=snE-IyOGLzM&ab_channel=LostDogStreetBand-Topic]youth[/url], and if human goodness can exist in a place that wages constant, unyielding war against it perhaps there’s hope, however small for people somewhere.
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