<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/TggyLbM.jpg?1)</div><strong>Name</strong>| Mac<br/><strong>Location</strong>| Leaving from Goodsprings Gas Station<br/><strong>Disposition</strong>| Loathing<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>T</strong></span><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">his place was what he called home. GoodSprings. It was dull and lifeless, but served its purpose of keeping him safe in a town not even raiders felt worthy of going after. It was funny to the young man that felt somewhat superior to the rest of the towns folk. Not once had they bothered on asking why he just up and planted his feet in such a dying town. It sure as hell wasn't the atmosphere one could tell you that. It was due to the wires, parts, and old world items that seemed to work that caught his eye. Mac wanted to understand it all. For purposes most saw as crazy.<br/><br/>The past couple of months he'd been using the gas station as a building area since uncovering a Protectron that had been damaged in the wastes. Every waking moment had be or was spent searching high and low for things to repair the bot. Some of the towns people had saw it thinking of a way to sell it. As quickly as they had came bringing ideas of what to do with it he outright refused them even the Doc whom for reasons unknown respected was declined. Out of paranoia Mac locked the door to the gas station with shotgun in hand if someone thought twice of breaking in.<br/><br/>Today he pried himself from work long enough to see the ultra bright sun's rays hitting his skin so intensely. He almost wished that he could stay outside and look at the thing all day. Almost being the key word. The saloon if one fancied the place that had what he wanted. Food. He ached for it since going without a meal for two whole days to work on his robot. From this distance he could see one of the few people he did not find...tolerable. That Legion Bastard that Doc saved. That man had a nice heart, but helping him was one of the biggest mistake of this towns life. Over confident, Blood thirsty, and a brute all in one. Nothing more then a Barbarian.<br/><br/><br/>If it had been him that Legion man would have a shotgun sized hole through his neck. This engineer of sorts detested Caesar's Legion. They took his eye, and crippled his left arm to the point of self modification just to use it when they did one of there raiding parties. The person that did it he could not remember, but as far as he knew it might as well of been him. For a moment a serious glare was sent towards Octavian from across the road.</span>