Name: Andrew MacGregor
Age: 23
Date of Birth: November 30th, 2027
Gender: Male
Parents: Robert and Jessica MacGregor
Occupation: Unit Leader for Hellsing
Hometown: Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom
Height: 5’9”
Hair Color: Blond
Eye Color: Blue
Appearance: Andrew typically wears suits or other similar professional clothing when not on the job. If it gets cold, he’ll add a long tan overcoat to his ensemble.
History: Andrew MacGregor was not the kind of person who would’ve thought he’d get involved in the civil service – even if said civil service was to his country fighting things that had long been relegated to legend until the attack on London. He grew up wanting to go to university and become an engineer, hiring his services out to whoever would pay him the most, designing and building things – something he took after his paternal grandfather – an engineer himself – in that regard. However, it seemed that God, or destiny, or whatever, had bigger plans for him.
One night, coming home, alone, from barhopping with his buds, Andrew was hit by a drunk driver, who barely noticed him as he continued on his merry way. Andrew noticed, though. Things started getting hazy for the young Scotsman…and then, as he would tell you, he died. However, he didn’t stay dead. A voice that he heard asked him a question: Do you want to live again? Of course, Andrew replied yes…and woke up on his back in the street. No one was around, and the young man sat up, expecting some part of his body to protest. But it didn’t happen. He was completely fine. Andrew started to question whether or not the whole thing had happened – until a voice not his own in his head made him freak out.
Over the next few weeks, things began to happen. He could see – and hear – ghosts. And apparently they could see him as well, pestering him to help them. He was about to go crazy one night when someone…strange showed up. Andrew didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to the new arrival, a girl about his age, by his estimation. He watched in fascination as the girl talked with the ghost that was currently pestering him for a few minutes, and after drawing a ritual circle on the ground in chalk, made the ghost disappear in a soft halo of light.
That was when things started to fall into place for him regarding what had happened. The girl – name of Elizabeth Sharpe – sat him down in the cozy corner of a pub and explained everything. Andrew was now one of the Bound, humans that lived in symbiotic relationships with Wraiths, ghosts who had died long ago, and had forgotten what it was to be human. To this end, they proposed Deals – a trade where a recently dead human got to live again, in exchange for allowing the Wraith to inhabit his body, and experience things like eating and drinking and breathing again.
However, that wasn’t the only thing. The Deal also conferred supernatural abilities – and responsibilities – on the Bound. In the ability column came the following: supernatural resilience, ghost-like powers, the ability to exorcise ghosts, either peaceably or forcefully. Oh, and of course to be able to see and hear them, as well. His responsibilities, however, were just as many. First, Andrew had to go out and experience as much as possible – that’s why the Wraith brought him back. Second, people and ghosts tended to muck about with the border between the living and the dead, and it caused nasty things to happen. His job was to either prevent those things from happening, or to send them back where they came from. Third, he could not die again – not until he lived a full, happy life. And lastly, he had to help trapped ghosts move on when he could.
After that, Andrew left home and hooked up with Elizabeth – in both the occupational and physical senses of the word. After about a year of that, though, Andrew tired of doing the same things over and over again, so he left, and joined Hellsing. That was two years ago. In that time, with the aid of his Wraithly powers, he’s risen to be one of Hellsing’s best Unit Leaders.
Quote: *holds up shotgun* “Okay, who wants a turn at pumping my 12-gauge?” *pause* “HA HA! Double entendre!”
