<div class="floatleft">(http://i1208.photobucket.com/albums/cc365/Medrau_Pendraeg/rl2.jpg)<br/><br/></div>Name: Malky "Minister Mac" MacDougal<br/>Age: Unknown<br/><br/>Neurotic is the word most would use to describe The Minister. That, and lecherous. During a sermon a couple years back, half the congregation was convinced 'someone' was under his pulpit, doing 'something'. The way he banged on the surface with sudden outbursts only added to the rumor. Yet when even hinted at, he would go into a tirade of not being  appreciated, how he changed his entire life to be a servant of the small town. Once, he even locked the church for an entire month until an apology was signed by every member of his 'flock'. Still, however, it was interesting how he seemed to always be surrounded by young women. Very little is known of his past. Years earlier, the town had been ministered by an old man who was all fire and brimstone. When stricken with illness, it was unknown who would take over the church. One night out of the blue, a black '67 Charger came screaming into the town. The following Sunday, Mack was in charge. A few days later, the old minister passed on. No great details were ever given as to where Mack arrived from or what his qualifications were. His service, though, was always entertaining and enlightening. Occasionally he would be assisted by scantily clad young beauties, who would soon after be all over the Minister before leaving town. It was also whispered that he had certain 'habits'. Frequently he would be seen only with his dark sunglasses in place, seeming to be either with a horrible hangover or effected by 'something'. Again, it would always swirl around comings and goings of young women.