McKiln, Mack

[Headmaster]

TECHNICAL

Username: Headmaster/admin
Character Text Color: B0000C
Profile Type: Faculty

THE BASICS

Name: Mack McKiln
Nicknames: Sir (He tolerates very little in terms of nicknames)
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: April 26th
Current Age: 56
Western Zodiac: Taurus
Place of Birth: Isle of Skye
Nationality: Scottish

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Appearance: Mack is very noticable due to a height near seven feet, and a weight of near three hundred pounds. Being up close to him gives off the impression of standing near a wall, due to his large frame. Don't be fooled into thinking that it's all fat; there is a lot of muscle on his body, more than enough to knock around a few unruly students, and various scars across his hairy arms, and on his barrel-like chest seem to say that he's dealt with worse than bad tempered kids. A thick mess of brick red hair cap his head, which blends down into the large beard and mustache that shrouds his mouth and chin. Mack's hazel eyes seem squinted and beady almost all of the time, as if he is staring straight through a person and doubting whatever they say or think.

Clothing Style: Considering that he is in a formal position of power, Mack is forced to wear suits almost all of the time, which he doesn't care much for, and which usually seem like they're straining against his body, close to bursting open. Whenever he doesn't have to wear a suit (and he tries to maximize that time as much as possible), the large man wears old shirts and jeans, attire that is suited for manual labor. He usually doesn't see people from the school outside of it, so he doesn't care what he wears, as long as it works.

Special Accessories: None

PERSONALLY

Over-all Personality: Mack's personality can be summed up in one word: blunt. Just as you would guess with a man of his heritage and appearance, he has the tact of a rat, and the friendliness of a cactus. He comes off harsh, tough, and demanding, his military days obvious in both his manner and in his speech. He expects things to be done when he asks them to be, and wants everything that he is in charge of to be in perfect order. However, despite this abrasive personality, there is a level beneath this tough exterior that cares for people. Despite being in the military, he expects things to be fair and equal, so that neither side has room to complain on the outcome. It was also this side that started the school, so that these kids wouldn't end up doing stupid things, and grow up to be good people. As his general excuse, it's so that they won't mess up his life when they're older, like other supernatural forces already had.

Likes:
-Order
-Obedience
-Fair Competition
-Guns
-Smarts

Dislikes:
-Rebellion
-Disobedience
-Whining
-Being caught off guard
-Stupid actions

Fears: Chaos- His worst nightmare would be the world in chaos and flames with no sense of order; that would be hellish.

Habits:
-Mack has a tendency to crack his knuckles when he's bored or agitated, a sure sign that something new needs to happen or else things would get bad.
-Mack finds foreign accents annoying, and foreign languages even more so. He discrimates more against them, and mocks them a bit. He's not racist, just hates it when he can't understand what a person's bloody saying.

Sense of Humor: None

Goals:
-To give these kids some proper education
-To not have anymore trouble with his life
-To not be bored

SCHOOL/OCCUPATION

Faculty Form - (Faculty Only)

Subject: Headmaster

BACKGROUND

History: Mack was born to two regular parents on the Isle of Skye, just off the coast of Scotland. He wasn't a standout child, both in terms of being a role model (his grades were straight B's) or being a deliquent (though he did get in quite a few scuffles). He did participate on sports teams, where his thickheaded demeanor and large body helped him gain an advantage over other students, but that got to be obnoxious, since it led to him being double or triple teamed, and constantly oppressed. However, he stuck with it until he graduated high school, which gave some basis to his idea for teamwork, and that he could be a force to deal with.

Instead of going to college, and getting that higher learnin', Mack signed up for the army, though it did mean leaving his native Scotland and going down to England, with those tea-drinking blokes. Still, he guessed when you got right down to it, they were all of the same country and blood, and the army was about keeping that blood inside their bodies, and emptying the enemy of their foreign blood. Sure, it wasn't that simple, but at the basic level, that's all it was. Once he got that in his head, the rest were just icing on the cake to help those two things happen: getting into better physical shape, learning the squad's strengths and weaknesses, learning terrain and tactics and how the enemy would think, and so on. On another level, when you got down to it, it was about being smart enough to trust in your superior's commands, and then knowing when he doesn't have the slightest clue, and you should probably make something up quick.

The army life suited Mack just fine, considering that the amount of time he spent on an actual battlefield wasn't that much; apparently the United Kingdom knew when to not send men to their death. He even managed to get promoted to lieutenant, thought that just meant he got to yell at some people under him, and got yelled at from people over him about the people under him. For a man who enjoys the classic yelling, it wasn't that bad of a setup, and no one died because of him... though there were some injuries, which led to more yelling. But in the end, he was a decent officer.

The major changing point of his life would be a camp stationed back in his home area of Scotland in an old castle. It was set to be just a regular training camp in new territory, a drill for setting up the defenses, patrolling, and also a work out for getting into shape. But then strange things started happening: doors that had been locked would be open, personal effects would disappear, only to be somewhere else later, and a faint windy sound would echo through the halls, sounding almost like a voice. In the beginning, it was easy enough to just wave off as just forgetfulness and paranoia, but when, in front of most of the squad, a cooking pot flew up and thwacked a young soldier in the head, a new consensus was reached: there was a ghost.

Now, most of the soldiers did what a regular person would do in face of an apparition: they began to run away, screaming like little girls. Mack, on the other hand, was feeling testy, and not in the mood to let some little spirit control this for him. Of course, there was no specially made anti-phantasm equipment around, so he just improvised with what was around there, first agitating the ghost with cursing until silverware came flying towards him, then lured it to the janitor's area (a small room that had been converted to hold cleaning supplies) where a vacuum cleaner served to capture the spirit, before being buried deep, to be forgotten.

Of course, none of the men forgot, and the story spread and around and grew into epic proportions. This lead to a special task force approaching Mack, and enlisting him into their force, to take care of such supernatural events, things that out of the regular forces leagues. Seeing a chance to do something more interesting and a new avenue of experience, the man agreed, quickly picking up the tools of their trade, and their global escapades.

This led to many years of international missions that involved beings from witches to aliens to vampires to mole men from the center of the earth, and everything in between. For things that were covered up by governments and hidden from the public, a lot of crazy stuff went down, and even crazier excuses were given for the public to swallow... which they did with little problem. However, for someone in the middle of such conflicts for many years, it really chafed Mack the wrong way at what sort of, in his mind, stupid ideas they were following. What part of stealing virgins from farming villages or flying into heavily populated areas and causing destruction sounded even remotely intelligent? What were they thinking?!

These disgusts led to his eventual retirement from the force, and instead in using a very healthy salary and pension to purchase part of a remote island in the Pacific to set up a special international school, a place where students from all over could come and learn. But not just any students; it was created for "gifted" students, specifically, those who fit in the categories of the adversaries he had over the years, so that they wouldn't make the same mistakes and stupid ideas that he had seen, and inconvenience people later. And thus, he founded and put himself in control of the T'zenshin Institute.

Secrets: Despite having several encounters with the supernatural, and created and running a school for "gifted" students, Mack is in no way gifted or immune to their abilities, which really grants him no power to check them, besides his natural intimidation.

Gift: Mack's stubborn mindset and no-nonsense attitude makes it harder for mental abilities to work on him, though they can. In terms of gifts, he's no different from regular humans.

RELATIONSHIPS

Marital Status: Single

Best Friends: None

Relatives: Not in contact with any anymore