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Name: Mackenzie "Mack" Guzman
Alias/Handle: Mulligan
Age: 32
Ethnicity: Distantly English and Spanish; American-born family for over a century
Birthplace: El Paso, Texas
Appearance: Mulligan's a tall, athletic man, with distinctive handlebar moustache. He's in good health, with a tan, and appears relatively natural-looking, using cosmetic fashionware to disguise his subdermal armour, interface plugs, internal radio, and one right cybereye. He's almost never seen without his hat and road leathers- or his shiny new sheriff's badge. His shoulder bears the tattoo of the Grim Reaper; he often wears eyeliner.
Background:
Family Ranking: Nomad Pack
Parents: Both parents are living, but old as shit; they're out back in El Paso somewhere, and they're fine, probably.
Childhood Environment: In a Nomad Pack, traveling from town to town.
Personality:
Mulligan is a mean son-of-a-bitch. He's opportunistic and hedonistic, often taking the compromise that leaves him best-off for the least effort. He's a joker, but streetwise, and strategic to boot. He prefers the safe bet, and thinks the world's the world; one shouldn't try to change it, or change people, simply accepting them and coexisting. Easier that way. He's loyal, though, to his family, pack, and friends.Friends:
Mulligan's got a few friends from the Pack still; a group of men about his age who go hunting together regularly, and meet up for drinks. Other than that, though, he mainly sticks to himself.Enemies:
If they're still alive or unbribed, he must have forgotten them.Lifepath / Role:
CopThough Mulligan started as a Nomad, he's now NCPD, acting as road patrol in the Badlands. His Authority comes from his ability to roll with the best of them... as well as his lack of scruples and brutality meaning most prefer to talk it out with him than quickdraw.
Skills:
Military-trained, baby! Mulligan survived a short stint in the Unification War, fighting for the Republic Of Texas, and survived til the Treaty of Unification was signed. He's a capable mechanic, gunslinger, and tactician, which is helpful in the field.As a Nomad, Mulligan drives like a motherfucker, although he's far better when given the freedom of off-roading.
Mulligan's years of partying have made him resilient- and so has the Enhanced Liver. He's able to tank a surprising cocktail of alcohol and drugs with little immediate downsides beyond a killer hangover.
After a bit of training, and by cultivating his analytical skills, he's pretty good at baiting people to engage in their vices. This is mainly reinforced by his honesty, and upfront attitude to his own sins.
Thanks to a drinking game he enjoys, Mulligan can flip a beer tab off his thumb into a bin from up to about twelve metres away. Mulligan's also able to play the guitar and sing to a basic level, as well as whittle wood.
Language(s):
Mulligan speaks both English and Spanish.Cyberware:
Neuroport (Standard), Subdermal Armour (Basic), Skin Weave (Basic), one Kiroshi Optics (Advanced), Enhanced Liver.Empathy:
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60-11=49Gear & Style:
Weapons: Mulligan normally packs a longrifle, and a revolver with a fancy-looking pearl grip, engraved LONGINUS down the barrel. Though he can beat the shit out of most folks unarmed, he still packs two combat knives for utility; one in the belt, one in the boot.Gadgets: Mulligan's relatively low-tech, but can sometimes be seen with police equipment if necessary... or anything he thinks is cool, like his gold-plated lighter, or the grappling hook he stole from a hardware store two states back.
Outfit: Mulligan is rarely seen outside of his distinctive road leathers and hat. He wears a Texas Ranger's badge, with the name MULLIGAN, and can gussy up if he needs to, but would generally always prefer his road gear to the alternative.
History:
Mack was born in El Paso at the tail end of the 40s, and lived a relatively uneventful life rolling with Snake Nation. He grew up the only son of two relatively peaceful Nomads, but proved to be a little bastard himself, regularly fighting, gambling, and engaging in whatever vices he could. A fan of Wild West media, he learned to shoot young, and signed up for the military as soon as he looked old enough. His late teens were spent in the throes of the Unification War, ending up with a relatively cushy post as a guard countersniper, spending most of his time drinking and partying on down with the attractive and eligible.
When the war ended, Mack rode back home; that's when he sped past the wrong sign. Stopped by Ranger Mulligan, the first incorruptible authority he'd run into, Mack was forced to shoot him dead after reason and bribery failed; in respect for the integrity of Ranger Mulligan's moral code, Mack stole the name and the badge, before burying him with his guns.
Mulligan eventually got home, finding himself changed; he used the proceeds from the war to get his parents a little self-sufficient house in the desert, and hit the road with some other up-and-comers, eventually merging with another pack whose numbers were recently thinned in a gang war. The conglomerated pack rode further west, settling near Night City, acting primarily as scrap-haulers and demolitionists in their pursuit to find new work.
Mulligan's car, a desert-camo modded Quadra, was impounded after a hectic night out in Del Coronado Bay. When showing up to pay the impound fees, Mulligan noticed that the NCPD were paying a sign-up bonus. Instead of being a sucker, he signed on as Road Patrol, and just drove his car out of the impound, making a profit over a payment. With a police radio and grating installed to the vehicle, Mulligan was now ready to bring a loose definition of law to the Badlands, and instead of changing the Badlands to be better, he found a lot easier of a life in changing the law to be worse. Now? Now, he had regular tip-offs to gunfights, drug dealers, and parties. What's not to love with a life like his? [/CODE]