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Blaine McNeil's Bio

Here's the other original character previously mentioned. Again, if you have a character you could imagine in McNeil's world I would love a chance to explore him some more with a writing partner. Here's his bio:

Name - Blaine McNeil
Age - 35
Apparent Age - N/A
Species - Human



Appearance -

Blaine stands 5'11 with a sturdy build and slightly curly brown hair. His skin tone is uncommonly pale from lack of sun exposure, which sets off his prominent olive green eyes. He's not unattractive, but he doesn't exactly make any effort to pamper what he feels to be his natural good looks. He has a beard and hack his hair back if it starts getting any length to it.

He throws on whatever he trips over on the way out of bed and often doesn't bother with changing. His clothing is typically well worn at best and tends towards being ragged. He wears heavy steeled toed boots for maximum damage, not for the style points. Beneath his clothing he has prominent scarring and several traditional Irish tattoos.

No one would look at him and mistake him for a friendly fellow. His expression defaults to emotionless and calculating. If he's amused with himself he occasionally sneaks in a sardonic smirk and if he's annoyed or angered he can summon up some of the deadliest looks around and backs up every last one of them.

His voice is deep, his tone gruff and his Irish accent thick, especially when he's riled up about something. He's trained in moving with stealth so for anyone with a decent nose, they'll smell the heavy scent of cigarette smoke that hangs on him long before they'll see or hear him.



Personality -

Blaine doesn't play well with others. He's a proud, self-confident and painfully stubborn man who knows he's right no matter what the situation. It would never occur to him to actually listen to anyone and more than anything he relies on brute strength and personal will to force it until it fits rather than even considering changing his own views.

He's brutally honest and will tell it how he sees it whether or not anyone wants to hear it. He lacks anything in the way of discretion and is hardened to people's words and the world in general. Overtly educated and well-off people alike grate severely on his nerves as does just about everyone else. He's a loner. He works alone, he lives alone and he fully intends to die alone. A large part of that is simply that he's never trusted anyone and doesn't intend to start now. He has gone out of his way to keep a low profile so as not to risk his operation.

For the most part he lacks much in the way of a conscience and is a borderline, if not overt, sociopath. It's little difference to him whether it's a demon or human that he's killing. He's cold and distant and not at all personable. His interactions are restricted to business dealings and interactions with extremist audiences and then only for the sake of organizing attack plans. In that capacity he has a natural leadership quality and given a proper revolution he would be willing to take a stand in that role but his preference is for running things in the background. He doesn't fear death and despite his unashamedly egotistical manners he sees himself less as an individual and more as one, fully replaceable, part of an endless fight that can't be won, but could be lost and has to be fought regardless.

On a personal level he tends towards crude and sexist. He's not someone to bring home to mom and dad. Typically he's impatient, partly because he frequently has difficulty focusing and the combination of the two leads him to becoming easily frustrated. He has a dangerously short, volatile temper that tends towards being verbally and physically abusive. He's not good at respecting boundaries, but he'll kill anyone who doesn't respect his. In his mind people aren't there for companionship, they're there only to be used and when he's done with them he'll throw them away without a second thought. At the same time, he has an unexpectedly strong sense of honor. He doesn't get close and he doesn't care, but he's rabidly loyal to the cause that he's driven to fight and he doesn't let favors go unpaid. Above all, he's true to his word.

His health habits are questionable at best. He's a severe insomniac that periodically passes out during the day. He lives out of his business's storefront and does all his real business after the sun has set. He'd be as likely to knock back a shot of whiskey for breakfast as to pour a bowl of cereal and even if he had a gun to his head he couldn't actually think up something he truly enjoyed doing.

All his focus is by necessity on his work. He's not one to stand around and think, rather he avoids it whenever possible. Instead his waking hours are tightly packed with running a cover business, setting up his true business deals and hunting. Much of the time he has to play a persona to make his deals and its an act that frequently wears on him. Typically he'd rather be out killing.

He doesn't care about money given that he's not all that thrilled with society in general, but he doesn't come close to working for free. The copious amounts of money his dealings do drum up all go directly into funding the true work of his organizational involvements. By any real definition he's an extremist and he's dangerous. He doesn't do what he does because he believes he can win – he does it because he's a predator driven to fight.



Abilities -

He tried and failed to learn to read on his own. If he'd ever sought help he would have been diagnosed with dyslexia, but he doesn't find it to be anyone's business. While he's more or less illiterate he speaks decent enough English though no one would mistake him for being an educated man. Irish Gaelic was his first language and what he learned of English, and basically everything else, he learned on the streets.

The only subject he has formal training in is violence. It was one of the first things he learned and it stuck. He has copious general street fighting experience, in which he is a lethal pro with a knife. He was enlisted in and trained by the Irish Defense Forces as an infantry foot soldier in the Irish Army Corps. He is skilled in hand-to-hand combat, hand held firepower and has a moderate amount of artillery and explosive charge setting experience.

The knowledge and skills he gained from the Army he built on as a weapons supplier for the IRA. Specializing in arms dealing, when it comes to guns, ammunition, explosives and any other portable weaponry of war he's an expert. Although he doesn't get alone with others, his no nonsense attitude and reliable nature have helped him to excel at networking with like individuals. His time in prison, locked up with others like him and worse, only served to increase his connections.

He has a solid network of military, former military and militia suppliers over several countries and is good with `making friends' with dissatisfied factions. He's not one to double cross though because while he would die before revealing the secrets on a source, he'll gladly spew details as an informant against those who thought they could play him.

While he never has, nor would touch magicks himself, he is well versed in the mechanics of it. As with his weapons sales, at the drop of a hat he could tell any intermediate level sorcerer what he needed and why he needed it while up-selling him on a few other must-have valuable trinkets. Also like his weapons, the products he sells are all genuine and tend towards the potent side. His trade in frequently illegal ritual items is a cover business for his real trade, but he considers the mystical artifacts and supplies he sells to be just another brand of weaponry catered to the audience he know specializes in – the demon hunting community.

Not being one to stand on the sidelines, he doesn't leave it at being an underground arms dealer for others to fight the good fight. There is no question about his devotion to the fight and with his background in defense training and covert attacks, he is a skilled demon hunter in his own right.


History -
Blaine was born the illegitimate son of Brenna McNeil, a seaside prostitute in Ros a' Mhíl, Ireland. While his mother had the best of intentions, she was neither financially nor mentally equipped to help herself, let alone to raise a child. She had a horrid taste, in men even outside of her work, and Blaine was subjected to a great deal by the men she brought home.

Growing up he worked odd jobs at the Galway ports to try to help support his mother but with no supervision he slipped easily into life in a local street gang and chose causing general mayhem over frustrating failures in school. He continued on without direction or guidance until his mother's death. No longer having anything to hold him in Ros a' Mhíl he decided that he had outgrown the tired port village and was attracted to the rising troubles up north in the Ulster region.

Flat broke and looking for a fight, he enlisted in the Army on his seventeenth birthday. After proving his aptitude for physical training he was able to find an officer willing to wave the educational requirements. After some fits and starts he was satisfied enough with the new way of life, but he soon began to grow restless once more. After a year of serving abroad his infantry was recalled to quell violence in response to the Dublin bombings.

It would have been a straightforward mission if not for the fact that Blaine came to believe that he was fighting on the wrong side of the violence. Since he'd been a boy he'd been looking for something to give him reason and he found himself sympathizing with certain members of the IRA terrorist factions. While he remained enlisted he requested a transfer in duties from foot soldier to supply coordinator. Soon enough he began diverting portions of military weapons shipments to local groups. A few extra guns here and there eventually turned into a full-fledged military surplus supply ring while he continued to play both sides.

But it of course couldn't last and upon being discovered and confronted by a commanding officer he killed that officer as well as two other subordinate officers in his escape. Despite the authority's attempts to locate him, he had managed to disappear from the military's radar and into an underground portion of the IRA in which he continued working under the table deals with contacts he had created while in the Army. He became a significant supplier until that too came to an end. After being set up in a sting operation, he was apprehended and taken into custody.

Given his background, even prison life wasn't a terrible shock to him and if anything he managed to not only take it in stride but also make good use of the time. Within the prison walls he had access to some of the worst of the worst and he continued his networking inside while also finding ways to run messages to the outside. Everyday he trained for the day he would get out and he had no question that day would come. While he wouldn't have had anything against being made a martyr, he wasn't the only one and the government knew it. Despite the public pressure for it, neither he nor any of his fellow inmates could be charged with the death penalty and he never did a thing but laugh through the guards' cruelty and threats of throwing away the keys.

Despite his self assurance that he would get out he didn't know how or when his chance would come. The only thing he had known was that he was on his own so there was no lack of shock on his behalf when an obscenely well dressed man came to his cell for visitation and even more shockingly, to inform Blaine that he was now being backed by a team of lawyers who didn't know the meaning of losing a case.

He had no doubt it was a setup but went along with it for the sheer amusement value that brought a little color to his otherwise monotonous days. He nearly literally laughed his way through his own court trial and the absurdity that the lawyers were trying to pull. However, he stopped laughing when they managed to have him released with all charges dropped on a minor technicality.

After signing a pile of documents he couldn't read, the lawyers had the release finalized under the condition that Blaine would serve special attention to one of the men he had been supplying before he had been captured. A man that turned out to be a prized client for Wolfram & Hart who was very picky about his arms trade deals and insisted that he wouldn't be satisfied unless his weapons were coming through McNeil.

The client put him up as part of a term of service in which Blaine's primary focus was on supplying this one client with the biggest, best and most lethal weaponry available on the market. His network quickly exceed the locally based sources he had before specialized in and became an international trade. On the side he continued to supply others groups but his devotion to the IRA lessoned as he was slowly introduced to an entirely new enemy that didn't even bear the face of a human.

His employer, it turned out, wasn't even human himself and Blaine began more frequently organizing with an even deeper underground Irish movement, one that specialized in fighting demons. With them he refined his previous physical training and began to incorporate specific tricks of the trade. As part of his involvement with this group he partnered with sorcerer contacts and began building an extensive knowledge base in mystical rituals and the supplies needed for them.

Starting out he would go out on hunting parties but soon enough he eased into working alone while becoming a prime weapons supplier for the group's efforts. While he believed he had finally found the true fight his only dissatisfaction remained in the fact that he was contracted to the very thing he had set out to eliminate.

The initial plan was to scrap the Wolfram & Hart contract and take out his employer and related facilities. He had a measure of trust there and the full access needed to work an inside job, but his idea that they would move in, eliminate the target and then he could just disappear as he had before was crushed when he was approached by a representative of Wolfram & Hart who somehow knew what he was going to do before he had done it. It was made clear to him that if he went through with the plan there would be repercussions far greater than his mere return to prison.

Working out a new deal with the firm, he had his contract transferred after his term with the current client was considered fulfilled and this time he did truly disappear. All his past criminal records were wiped clean – as was he. As far as any record states, he doesn't exist. The only people who remained aware of his existence were those with whom he networked and he kept up those partners long distance as he was moved across the waters to Los Angeles, California.

He was told to start a new life, and he did, but there never had been anything subtle about Blaine. Starting out slowly, he hooked up with some local sources to continue learning what he needed to about mystical supplies in order to become a reliable seller. His closet operation eventually moved to a full storefront, McNeil's Magick Shop, inconspicuously sandwiched in between a porn shop and a dollar store/Chinese deli.

Out of his shop he began to make a name for himself in underground mystical supplies, enough so to serve as an effective cover so that even Wolfram & Hart didn't realize that the real merchandise he was dealing in was still military grade weaponry. This time, however, his main focus group was the supply of demon hunters and his service range was hardly restricted to the Los Angeles area. Through his customers and clients he found a source for all the most current information on mystical and demonic activity. He made a home of sorts in the loft of his store partially for practicality's sake and partially just to assure that vampires couldn't enter uninvited. He only wished it was that easy to keep humans out.

Outside of business transactions, his involvement with local groups was only enough so that he could serve as an informant of hotspots and suspicious activity so that he could pick up information that he had missed from other informants. He continued his hunting and it was in a fight that he had very nearly lost that he came to meet former Watcher Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. While the two didn't become anything like friends, Blaine swore to be there to help Wesley out of any future tight spot and to this day he's upheld that promise both serving as a supplier and informant to Wesley.

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