Name: McLellan Hutson. Though friends call him Mac usually.
Age: 29
Appearance: he's 6' tall, more lean than muscular but was surprisingly strong. dark hair, dark eyes. He would sometimes wear glasses, and if one was to pay attention, it was always a full moon that he wore them. He used it to disguise his eyes that would turn slightly purple on that day because of his magical heritage.
Mac was just an ordinary man, at first glance. He wasnt a very sociable person but he had a close group of friends, who knew of his secret. As the last living member of a magical clan, he had power. It made him very strong, and possessed multiple abilities. To merge into the society, he usually hide it, but not from his best friends. However he had felt a little lost lately. His best friend had fallen pregnant by an unknown scumbag. He hadnt appeared even once, no matter how much Mac urged his friend to contact him. He sighed and wished he knew who it was. Mac had been happy in helping and caring for his friend, especially recently when he had become more inconvenienced by the growing baby, but still, he wished his friend would just tell him who that was so he could go beat him up for leaving such an amazing person during this difficult time.
Age: 29
Appearance: he's 6' tall, more lean than muscular but was surprisingly strong. dark hair, dark eyes. He would sometimes wear glasses, and if one was to pay attention, it was always a full moon that he wore them. He used it to disguise his eyes that would turn slightly purple on that day because of his magical heritage.
Mac was just an ordinary man, at first glance. He wasnt a very sociable person but he had a close group of friends, who knew of his secret. As the last living member of a magical clan, he had power. It made him very strong, and possessed multiple abilities. To merge into the society, he usually hide it, but not from his best friends. However he had felt a little lost lately. His best friend had fallen pregnant by an unknown scumbag. He hadnt appeared even once, no matter how much Mac urged his friend to contact him. He sighed and wished he knew who it was. Mac had been happy in helping and caring for his friend, especially recently when he had become more inconvenienced by the growing baby, but still, he wished his friend would just tell him who that was so he could go beat him up for leaving such an amazing person during this difficult time.