Mackenzie Mahrone, from Train in Vain, a roleplay on RPG

Art credit to - Ninjatic@DA

|| Theme Songs ||
Bad Things Coming ~ Abney Park
Cruel ~ Dropkick Murphys

|| Full Name ||
Mackenzie Tiffany Mahrone

|| Pet/Nickname(s) ||
Mack(y), Kenzie/Kenzy

|| Gender/Sex ||
Female

|| Age ||
27

|| Sexuality ||
Whatever takes her fancy... Kenzie ain't picky. Though she'll argue she'd much rather shag a machine than another human being. Less chance of them getting all philosophical about what it means to be together and all that.

|| Role/Position ||
Engineer

|| Hair Color ||
Smoke-white

|| Eye Color ||
Burnt umber

|| Skin Tone ||
Ivory

|| Height ||
5'11" | 180 cm

|| Weight ||
153 lbs | 69 kg

|| Appearance ||

Definitely a fitting example of a hard-boiled egg, Kenzie's got the look of a seasoned veteran who's been digging through shit for an extensive period. While certainly not as brawny as most (ex-)terrorists, she's got a sufficient enough physique to do the things she's supposed to in her typical line of work. But in all honesty, she's not about to go and overpower the world's largest wrestler or anything. Kenzie's not into that kind of stuff anyway. With that said, her roughened look speaks for itself. Besides the obvious, Kenzie's got a conspicuous wild mane of easily spotted white that's usually kept sprouting every which way when she isn't busy crawling through air vents or doing other claustrophobic tinkering work. It's not uncommon for Kenzie to attempt taming the messy 'do with some manner of goggles or other makeshift headwear, though it's usually a mesh of things that says she don't give much fucks at all. But as is, she isn't too hard to approach (and she's not too hard on the eyes, either). Just noticeably unkempt is all.

|| Likes |||| Dislikes ||
Agreeing to disagreeSomeone messing with her damn job
Coffee, lots of coffeeNosy/loud/hyper individuals
Selfworth, sense of own limitsExpectations and blind optimism
Sarcasm/wit/humourIgnorant, dimwitted people
Engineering (obviously)~~Armchair~~ psychologists
Mutual interestsWindbags, empty threats
Grounded, well-argued complaintsChildren wanting to play war
Boundaries, they're niceGawking, especially the suspicious kind

|| Personality ||

While misanthrope is a bit of an overstatement, and for that matter not even a correct definition, Kenzie is certainly not the first person one should willingly want to hang around lest she shoves a wrench into their eye-socket if they so much as look annoying or dare to interrupt her work. As the engineer aboard the magnificent Rooster, Kenzie's more often surrounded by creaking machinery than sociable company flapping their gums at eighty-eight miles a second, and as such has been regarded as a less social member of its fine crew. Though that might just be because she's a pain in the ass, and has a tendency to shout at people; telling them to sod the fuck off from her personal space.

She prefers to be left to her own whims, and works best when not having to keep the well-being of others in the back of her head. Not a great contender for employee of the month award if that's anything to go by. A cat to be handled with a pair of protective gloves, thank you very-fucking-much.

Okay, that's a bit harsh. There's a fine line between an anti-social jerkface and someone who's used to sticking to their own guns. Kenzie is one of the latter category, and finds that being cynical is just so much more beneficial than spouting whimsy everywhere you go. Leaves no room to be disappointing for one, and that's a plus to her more than anyone else. Her snarkiness is just another barrier that adds to the seven feet layer of impenetrable bunker that houses her raw feelings. But as far as things go, she ain't a stone-cold bitch... Much. More of a wary guard dog that you should approach with care. Rough on the outside, big softie on the inside if you let her sniff you out for a minute or so, really.

|| Gear/Equipment ||

Besides several wrenches, screwdrivers, hammer and whatever else you think and engineer might fancy brandishing as a makeshift weapon and fix'em upper tool, Kenzie carries around a modified, long-ranged rifle used for picking off the unaware shit-for-brains who didn't immediately duck behind cover after the first shot. Though Kenzie definitely favours taking out potential intruders with a surprise wrench to the gob. Other than that, the engineer has the odd knife or other Mcstabby tool strapped to her belt in case of... well, anything unpleasant getting within shanking distance.

|| Skills/Abilities/Talents ||

Seasoned engineer ~ The fact that Kenzie is solely responsible for getting -- and keeping -- the Rooster in top notch condition pre- and post-voyage, is probably enough proof of her ability to keep pipes, gears and bolts from causing too many hissyfits. That, alongside nine years of experience from working on- or with a variety of machinery and vehicles have given her a deserved spot as the go-to person when your engine's having the hiccups.

Gun nut ~ Not much to say, really, but Kenzie fancies a good firearm. She always makes sure her own is in proper shape for unexpected surprises and has a tendency to ask similar individuals about the ins and outs of their criminal repellent.

Arson/demolition expert ~ Once a dedicated practitioner of causing absolute mayhem, Kenzie took a hold of some skills in crafting various gadgets all in the name of ruining someone else's day. While not masterful, she's got a solid enough grasp on creating various explosives just for the occasion. Great at fireworks too (or so she's been told)!

|| History ||

As far back as she can go, Kenzie's never had a chosen life of luxury, if she had any choice at all. Unwillingly schooled by street rats, and parents weren't around to keep a double check on her daily activities. Nothing much in the way of parental guidance or role models to follow about (unless you count those bumblefucks scouring the streets like they own the fucking place, assholes). There was the occasional adoptive family here and there, but Kenzie was always quick to scram as soon as she saw fit -- if they didn't immediately kick her out for good measure first. Heck, she's always been a troublesome little runt and apparently that doesn't fly with most wannabe parents. Go fucking figure, huh?

So with nobody to turn to for proper life lessons, Kenzie figured that becoming a vagrant runabout was a better plan than to be some big guy's pretend-problem. And some time after her fourteenth birthday she took up the life of a stowaway aboard the nearest definition of a vehicle, and that's when her life went into a spiraling mess, all cliche-like...

Turned out Kenzie had lobbed herself on board of a zeppelin that belonged to an infamous hellhole organization. Probably stolen, since the lot didn't look like they were the richest gamblers at the pokertable. But, typical mistake given she never had much fucks to hand out about how she got to point B -- not that she was bothered about the where either -- just that she arrived with all limbs attached. Fortunately for her, these pirates were about as intelligent as they looked and mistook the sneaky little rat as the nth child servant. So with some fuss and accidentally knocking one of her assailants out cold Kenzie was eventually beaten into submission and forced to work odd jobs like so many other unfortunate souls. Arguably a better outcome than getting unwilling flying lessons no doubt, but still not as bright as she imagined things to be.

A rough life like that wasn't exactly on Kenzie's bucket-list, the same went for any kid slaving to keep their heads from falling off. Though the other ones weren't convinced they could stage a cup d'etat seeing how many of these big bad motherfuckers were three times their size. They had done a pretty good job taming these young wilders, and it took a bit of coughing up empty promises to get some of them to rise against their captors. Imagine that, fighting tanks with slingshots and toy swords.

Probably got those bastards thinking 'what the fuck?!' as soon as the first unstable bomb set off. Never thought those kids could pull it off, such was their surprise they didn't have time to recapture them all with their engines on the fritz.

And that was when Kenzie got out the Hell out...

Evidently when she was out of arms reach from these sods, she figured it was best to lay low and do some honest work under bigger flags. Not that she had anything to run away from, but boogeymen always get ya when you least expect it. Didn't hurt in the long while, really, as the years of keeping engines from breaking apart did her some good at catching jobs from eager train captains wanting a good wrenching hand to tag along. And so by that time, Kenzie wasn't really planning to do anything fancy. Content with doing her "thing" while keeping a close eye on her back to see if something didn't creep up. And eventually she got aboard the famous Rooster, whose captain happened to be on the look out for a new engineer to work their wheels. Guessed Kenzie filled that niche pretty good with what every crew member being something of a misfit and all that. Not sure, but it couldn't hurt to find a permanent couch to laze on, right?

Mackenzie Mahrone

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a character in “Train in Vain”, originally authored by Byte, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Mackenzie Mahrone's Story