Alexander "Lex" MacMillanAge:
36Role in the game:
Sheriff of Perdition CountyBackground/bio:
Lex was born and raised in Perdition, it's his home and he's always returned there, no matter where's he's been on his travels. His people were never wealthy, they'd have been hard pressed to scrabble up so high as working class, but his inheritance was more than mere cash, he learned how to be stoic, independent, loyal and hardy, how to be a man. Money can be got, easy enough, but knowing how to hunt, track, shoot and stalk like only a backwoods man can, building that backbone that can stand up to any hardship, that's something you either earn or you don't. Like most of Perdition's poor, he saw an easy out in the military, enlisting as a Marine, and like most of the boys who hailed from backgrounds like his, they arrived already crack shots and expert hunters, all too ready for more intensive training.
Lex served his country well, having been promoted to Lieutenant by the time he left that line of work to go back looking for Perdition. Needless to say, a decorated soldier had a good shot at getting elected Sheriff, and it didn't hurt that Lex was a charming, thoughtful, salt of the earth sort of man, a local who wasn't going to get above himself. Once he got a hold of the job, he went right to work making sure he would keep it. The man knew how to handle himself and wasn't afraid to show that he could handle anyone else that tried to test him.
As deep as a draw well, as his father used to say about him, there's nothing simple about the man who presents himself as a simple Texan trying his hardest to keep his little corner of creation safe. He's got a philosophy as regards law and order, the law is the toolbox, order is the job. Laws are made by overfed, overpaid politicians, they exist to enable people to keep order, and if they don't get the job done, Lex won't worry none about ignoring them. He's a pure pragmatist, he knows that what people really want is to be safe in their homes, have enough to eat, and get laid now and then. He doesn't see himself as ignoring crime in Perdition, he herds it. Ever since Eve bit that apple, people have gone looking for forbidden fruit, and there ain't no way of stopping that without killing everyone in the whole wide world.
His rules are simple, but clear. Criminals hurting criminals, that's just feral dogs fighting, he can accept, and grown men and women going after their vices, well that's what freedom is. It's understood, however, that anyone causing trouble to the good folk of Perdition, using, hiring or selling to kids, raping or robbing, anything that might fracture the idyll he's worked hard to create, will be lucky to end up in a jail cell. People in Perdition know what kind of man he is, small towns have plenty of secrets that everyone knows, and there are more than a few folks who stepped over the line and learned that the Sheriff isn't afraid of being a Judge, Jury and Executioner now and then. When that little girl turned up stripped, used and beaten half to death in the local park, it didn't take people long to connect that pervert's corpse turning up beat to a pulp and the Sheriff's fists looking like he'd been punching gravel. A thing like that sticks in people's minds, for better or worse. Like the man who slaughters cattle, people don't want to see the job being done, they're just glad he does it when they're sitting down to a nice juicy steak.
For the most part, he keeps things quiet, an old fashioned lawman, calm and considerate, preferring to handle matters peaceably when he can. It's all the better to let the outlaws take care of one another, those that are smart enough to see that Perdition is a delicate machine don't like rogue idiots throwing off the workings. That leaves him free to see to it that the petty little peccadilloes that the rest of the town gets up to can be handled with a minimum of fuss.