Name: David MacMillan

Species: Human
Age: 38
Gender: Male
Weight: 198 lbs
Current Occupation: Security Consultant
Allignment Neutral Good

Affiliations:
Security Advisor to PMC 'Searchbloc'

Armament:
- Concealed Snub-nose .38 (Extra loaders w/ silver-nitrate leaf available)
- Collapsable aluminum walking stick

Overview:
A tall and lanky man with a deeply lined face and regulation black hair graying at the edges. Built conservatively and slightly haggard from a lifetime of overwork. Despite this, he is well versed in combat strategy and hand-to-hand techniques accumulated over a long and dangerous career, though slightly hobbled by injuries and disfigurements. The ex-soldier is commonly attired in a threadbare charcoal-gray bush jacket and a commercial-grade kevlar vest for personal protection. Stiff leather work boots offer a professional appearance and a stout kick alike. Grown old before his time, he walks with a limp and a cane on a warped and twisted leg.

Personality:
Once a young idealist who recklessly pursued the career of a bounty hunter, MacMillan has matured into a tactful and professional businessman through his later years, though he has not lost his soldier's edge. No longer confident in his immortality, he relied on tact and cunning to avoid tricky situations, often going to great lengths to assauge ill will and maintain professionalism. Now wearied and disillusioned by the hardscrabble life of the amateur mercenary, he has become a careful man who wishes only to see the job through and keep himself alive.

Skills:
MacMillan comes from a military background and was once a competent marksman. Holds an up-to-date certification in EMT training as a matter of rote. Through the years he has taken on (often inadvisably) many foes with unnatural abilities and traits, leaving him with permanent scarring and a healthy respect for the unknown.