<div align=center>Mack Sam Mael</div>
Nickname: Sammy, Samuel (Sam-Mael=Samuel) , Smackie
He’s Mackie in public, but Sam at home since his father’s name is also Mack.
Age: 19
Birthday: December 17
Gender: Male
Category: Student
Class: College; Undeclared
<div align=center>Appearance</div>
Mackie looks a little…sick.
It’s hard to notice at first because there’s nothing obviously wrong with him. Of average height and with a somewhat athletic build, he looks like the picture of normal health. His complexion is a little off and the way he slouches or leans against walls whenever he’s standing just makes him look a little tired, but it’s not enough to make anyone say he looks ill.
It’s more how he always smiles a second or two late, and that it never quite reaches his eyes. It’s more how he looks at all the exits before walking into a room. It’s more how he refuses to sit until everyone else has, or that he won’t eat in front of other people, or that he cringes with the very mention of the word hurt.
Mackie has brown hair that’s in need of a cut, having grown out over his ears and flipping up at the back of his neck. He has surprisingly soft hands despite the callouses on his fingertips and the scars jutting across his palms. They’re not his only scars, but he keeps the rest well-hidden. Jagged lines across his wrists, ankles, and neck betray a struggle against ropes that went on for far too long, but a favorite hoodie and long jeans covers them most of the time. Sweatbands, a bandanna, bracelets and gloves cover them when he needs to wear short sleeves, and Mackie is the sort of person who always wears pants. He has a sloppy, cross-shaped scar across his heart and something nasty carved onto his inner thighs as well, but it’s hard to make out the actual words or symbols.
It’s not uncommon for Mackie to be dotted with bruises, but he rarely has to explain these to people visually. It’s more of a “I’d rather not†without an explanation when people go to give him great big bear hugs.
One of Mackie’s interesting features is that his eyes never seem to be the same color. They’ll be brown for a few weeks, blue for another, green for a few days, hazel in-between. Anytime Mackie has an episode, he comes back with different colored eyes. Occasionally, he wears glasses to lead people to think the change if from prescription contacts, but he doesn’t need them to see.
<div align=center>Personality</div>
Mackie walks through life like every day is his last. He’s a little paranoid and extremely protective. If someone is running with scissors, Mackie will be a nervous wreck, and the phrase What’s the worst that can happen makes all the color drain out of his face.
Dogs growl at him when he walks by, but some cats seem to like him. His fingers are always a little cold to the touch and it gives the impression that Mackie isn’t the kind of person who likes human contact, because he’s quick to shy away from hugs or hand-holding.
He’s not shy, although hesitant is an accurate word to describe him.
Paranoid is probably better.
Mackie has a fear (well-deserved) of locked doors, windowless rooms, long hallways, farm houses, and ropes. He doesn’t like people touching his wrists or the back of his neck. He doesn’t like needles. He doesn’t like sleeping with other people in the room.
Mackie is pigeon holed as the shy, quiet kid because, when he comes into a room, he sits quietly or leans against the wall and doesn’t say much. He has a reputation for being hard to make laugh. That’s not true—Mackie laughs really easily. He likes jokes the same way he likes his nachos—shared between friends.
Mackie plays the guitar, but in private. It’s not something he’s really shared with people; really, it’s more therapeutic. He’s surprisingly good at it, which is strange for a person who’s so average at everything else.
Mackie should really learn how to fight, but unfortunately the last time he had any fighting lessons, he was 9, and it was junior Karate. He might not get killed so much if he could hold his own. Mackie has good instincts, he just lacks the training, so his best bet is to run.
He’d win medals if hide and seek was an Olympic game.
In love, Mackie flip-flops between complete reluctance and throwing caution to the wind. If you can get past his awkwardness, his fear of dark stairwells and flickering lights, he’ll take you on the ride of your life. He loves fast cards and loud music. He loves mosh-pits and roller coasters and lying under the night sky until the sun rises. He loves hiking and white water rafting followed by diners that sell things with the word Heart-attack and deep-fried in the descriptions of everything they sell.
<div align=center>Powers</div>
Resurrection, Astral Projection
Mackie can’t die.
It’s not straight-up immortality, because he does die—frequently, in fact—but it’s the fact that he can’t stay dead that gets him in trouble. Depending on the severity or cause of his injuries, Mackie will come back to life within a few hours or days.
If he’s ripped into pieces or eaten alive by dogs or something, it’ll take him a lot longer to come back than if he took a bullet to the head or drank bleach. If Mackie’s body is moved, he’ll come back to life in his body. If it’s shredded, he’ll come back to the last place he died.
Sometimes, when he’s out, Mackie can astral project. He’ll be able to see and hear things, walk around, and sometimes (with a lot of concentration) open doors or move things around. It’s not something he can decide to do, however. During this time, it’s easy to mistake him for a ghost, and anyone with the powers of necromancy or gifted with the Sight will be able to see/touch/and interact with Mackie until he comes back to life.
When he does come back, his eyes aren’t the same color. He can’t remember what color they were originally. He thinks it was brown.
Oh, and it hurts like hell.
Mackie really, really does NOT like dying, so this isn't a power he wants to use. When he's dead, he's literally dead, and he's kind of claustrophobic so he hates waking up in Morgues or coffins. He's completely vulnerable while dead, but you can't kill him when he's dead..you have to wait until he comes back and then do it again.
Discovered when:
Mackie found out about his powers after he woke up in a morgue. He chalked it off to luck until he was hit by a car…. and woke up in the morgue again.
How/Why they have it:
Mackie had the misfortune of being a human sacrifice gone wrong. He doesn’t remember much of the event that gave him his powers, but bits and pieces come back to him in nightmares and flashbacks.
<div align=center>Biography</div>
Mackie’s life began when he woke up in a morgue, which he thinks is his worst memory.
It’s not.
Mackie’s worst memory involves being kidnapped, tied to a chair for 15 hours, then dragged into the middle of some ritual, carved up, and stabbed through the heart. Whatever was supposed to happen clearly didn’t work, because Mackie woke up in a freezer two days later. He’s blocked most of this out, which is probably a good thing, although it doesn’t stop him from having nightmares or fits of paranoia about windowless rooms and other things similar to the event.
Before the incident, Mackie had a relatively normal life: High school, family, occasional spats with his younger sister. There was nothing to mark him out of the ordinary.
Now, his family thinks he’s dead, and Mackie was too afraid to go back and prove otherwise. After waking up in the morgue the first time, he escaped with the help of the mortician’s daughter….only to be hit by a car hours after escaping.
Back in the morgue he went.
Second time around was a bit better, and this time Mackie woke up with a sense of purpose: He was going to find out what happened to him. Throw in a few more surprise kidnappings, a deal with the mob gone wrong, and (naturally) several more times waking up in morgues or hotel bathtubs filled with ice, and you get the gist of Mackie’s investigational skills. Mackie just wants to figure out how to die while simultaneously wanting to live.
He was at his wits end when a letter came to his motel room.
It promised him a normal life just as long as he stopped looking for answers.
Mackie came to Starlight Academy.
Nickname: Sammy, Samuel (Sam-Mael=Samuel) , Smackie
He’s Mackie in public, but Sam at home since his father’s name is also Mack.
Age: 19
Birthday: December 17
Gender: Male
Category: Student
Class: College; Undeclared
<div align=center>Appearance</div>
Mackie looks a little…sick.
It’s hard to notice at first because there’s nothing obviously wrong with him. Of average height and with a somewhat athletic build, he looks like the picture of normal health. His complexion is a little off and the way he slouches or leans against walls whenever he’s standing just makes him look a little tired, but it’s not enough to make anyone say he looks ill.
It’s more how he always smiles a second or two late, and that it never quite reaches his eyes. It’s more how he looks at all the exits before walking into a room. It’s more how he refuses to sit until everyone else has, or that he won’t eat in front of other people, or that he cringes with the very mention of the word hurt.
Mackie has brown hair that’s in need of a cut, having grown out over his ears and flipping up at the back of his neck. He has surprisingly soft hands despite the callouses on his fingertips and the scars jutting across his palms. They’re not his only scars, but he keeps the rest well-hidden. Jagged lines across his wrists, ankles, and neck betray a struggle against ropes that went on for far too long, but a favorite hoodie and long jeans covers them most of the time. Sweatbands, a bandanna, bracelets and gloves cover them when he needs to wear short sleeves, and Mackie is the sort of person who always wears pants. He has a sloppy, cross-shaped scar across his heart and something nasty carved onto his inner thighs as well, but it’s hard to make out the actual words or symbols.
It’s not uncommon for Mackie to be dotted with bruises, but he rarely has to explain these to people visually. It’s more of a “I’d rather not†without an explanation when people go to give him great big bear hugs.
One of Mackie’s interesting features is that his eyes never seem to be the same color. They’ll be brown for a few weeks, blue for another, green for a few days, hazel in-between. Anytime Mackie has an episode, he comes back with different colored eyes. Occasionally, he wears glasses to lead people to think the change if from prescription contacts, but he doesn’t need them to see.
<div align=center>Personality</div>
Mackie walks through life like every day is his last. He’s a little paranoid and extremely protective. If someone is running with scissors, Mackie will be a nervous wreck, and the phrase What’s the worst that can happen makes all the color drain out of his face.
Dogs growl at him when he walks by, but some cats seem to like him. His fingers are always a little cold to the touch and it gives the impression that Mackie isn’t the kind of person who likes human contact, because he’s quick to shy away from hugs or hand-holding.
He’s not shy, although hesitant is an accurate word to describe him.
Paranoid is probably better.
Mackie has a fear (well-deserved) of locked doors, windowless rooms, long hallways, farm houses, and ropes. He doesn’t like people touching his wrists or the back of his neck. He doesn’t like needles. He doesn’t like sleeping with other people in the room.
Mackie is pigeon holed as the shy, quiet kid because, when he comes into a room, he sits quietly or leans against the wall and doesn’t say much. He has a reputation for being hard to make laugh. That’s not true—Mackie laughs really easily. He likes jokes the same way he likes his nachos—shared between friends.
Mackie plays the guitar, but in private. It’s not something he’s really shared with people; really, it’s more therapeutic. He’s surprisingly good at it, which is strange for a person who’s so average at everything else.
Mackie should really learn how to fight, but unfortunately the last time he had any fighting lessons, he was 9, and it was junior Karate. He might not get killed so much if he could hold his own. Mackie has good instincts, he just lacks the training, so his best bet is to run.
He’d win medals if hide and seek was an Olympic game.
In love, Mackie flip-flops between complete reluctance and throwing caution to the wind. If you can get past his awkwardness, his fear of dark stairwells and flickering lights, he’ll take you on the ride of your life. He loves fast cards and loud music. He loves mosh-pits and roller coasters and lying under the night sky until the sun rises. He loves hiking and white water rafting followed by diners that sell things with the word Heart-attack and deep-fried in the descriptions of everything they sell.
<div align=center>Powers</div>
Resurrection, Astral Projection
Mackie can’t die.
It’s not straight-up immortality, because he does die—frequently, in fact—but it’s the fact that he can’t stay dead that gets him in trouble. Depending on the severity or cause of his injuries, Mackie will come back to life within a few hours or days.
If he’s ripped into pieces or eaten alive by dogs or something, it’ll take him a lot longer to come back than if he took a bullet to the head or drank bleach. If Mackie’s body is moved, he’ll come back to life in his body. If it’s shredded, he’ll come back to the last place he died.
Sometimes, when he’s out, Mackie can astral project. He’ll be able to see and hear things, walk around, and sometimes (with a lot of concentration) open doors or move things around. It’s not something he can decide to do, however. During this time, it’s easy to mistake him for a ghost, and anyone with the powers of necromancy or gifted with the Sight will be able to see/touch/and interact with Mackie until he comes back to life.
When he does come back, his eyes aren’t the same color. He can’t remember what color they were originally. He thinks it was brown.
Oh, and it hurts like hell.
Mackie really, really does NOT like dying, so this isn't a power he wants to use. When he's dead, he's literally dead, and he's kind of claustrophobic so he hates waking up in Morgues or coffins. He's completely vulnerable while dead, but you can't kill him when he's dead..you have to wait until he comes back and then do it again.
Discovered when:
Mackie found out about his powers after he woke up in a morgue. He chalked it off to luck until he was hit by a car…. and woke up in the morgue again.
How/Why they have it:
Mackie had the misfortune of being a human sacrifice gone wrong. He doesn’t remember much of the event that gave him his powers, but bits and pieces come back to him in nightmares and flashbacks.
<div align=center>Biography</div>
Mackie’s life began when he woke up in a morgue, which he thinks is his worst memory.
It’s not.
Mackie’s worst memory involves being kidnapped, tied to a chair for 15 hours, then dragged into the middle of some ritual, carved up, and stabbed through the heart. Whatever was supposed to happen clearly didn’t work, because Mackie woke up in a freezer two days later. He’s blocked most of this out, which is probably a good thing, although it doesn’t stop him from having nightmares or fits of paranoia about windowless rooms and other things similar to the event.
Before the incident, Mackie had a relatively normal life: High school, family, occasional spats with his younger sister. There was nothing to mark him out of the ordinary.
Now, his family thinks he’s dead, and Mackie was too afraid to go back and prove otherwise. After waking up in the morgue the first time, he escaped with the help of the mortician’s daughter….only to be hit by a car hours after escaping.
Back in the morgue he went.
Second time around was a bit better, and this time Mackie woke up with a sense of purpose: He was going to find out what happened to him. Throw in a few more surprise kidnappings, a deal with the mob gone wrong, and (naturally) several more times waking up in morgues or hotel bathtubs filled with ice, and you get the gist of Mackie’s investigational skills. Mackie just wants to figure out how to die while simultaneously wanting to live.
He was at his wits end when a letter came to his motel room.
It promised him a normal life just as long as he stopped looking for answers.
Mackie came to Starlight Academy.