“Too much mercy... often resulted in further crimes which were fatal to innocent victims who need not have been victims if justice had been put first and mercy second.”

― Agatha Christie

“Don't become a mere recorder of facts, but try to penetrate the mystery of their origin.”

― Ivan Pavlov



RP Hooks
  • On The Job - Maybe you're a teary-eyed dame in a star-crossed marriage who's husband is spending too many late nights at work for it to make sense anymore. Maybe you're a power hungry businessman who needs a little dirt on the boss. Whatever the case, Mack gets the job done.
  • Contacts - You in the know? Maybe an information broker? A private investigator can never have too many contacts. Let's have lunch.
  • Morro - Mack never understood Morro's, where they came from, or what they want. Just like with any racial ignorance, this breeds a racism and distrust in him. It's not always blatant and obvious, but it is always there.
  • Apple Pie - Mack will be looking for the diner with the best apple pie in New Haven. Know a place he might like to try?

A private investigator from Chicago, Mack's grown up on the mean streets of cities right from birth. His mother was a whore, and his father, well, Mack doesn't know if he's dead in a gutter or living in some steel-money mansion, and that's one mystery he won't ever try to solve. He picked up the trade of Investigations right out of boyhood, despite never truly taking a name for his job. After all, the way he saw it, his only talent was talking to people and making them want to talk right back. Not his fault most of what they wound up talking about after a few brews turned into valuable information.

After getting paid for a few of these hidden gems, he took the time to educate himself in the finer arts of stealing information, the old fashioned way. Sneaking into buildings, staking out houses, and amateur photography became the name of the game. Wasn't long before he got to be fairly well known for taking whatever job kept his daughter fed and roof (mostly) free of leaks. Wasn't long before part of that turned into carrying a 1911 tucked into his coat, either.

Eventually, of course, the job got too hot. Mack wasn't asked for much, just the time and place that a certain individual could reliably be at a reliable time. The pay was too good to be true, however, and the client... well, let's just say that it didn't take an investigation to figure out that there was more to the story. Problem is, that $60 paycheck should have brought on more questions than it did. Likely would have too, if the client wasn't a leggy dame with smokey emerald eyes and cherry red lipstick that oh-so-perfectly matched her dress.

Turns out, the mark was a made man, and the job? Turns out, certain people didn't want him to be so 'made' anymore, and Mack was the guy meant to figure out where it would all go down. Shouldn't have been a problem, except if he got caught. Thing is, he got caught. He tried to get out of the city, and while he was setting up his plans, he made sure he was a real sonofabitch to find. They never found him, either, but his daughter wasn't so lucky. Came home one day to find her gutted, laying in a pool of her own blood.

One day, Mack is gonna come for revenge. However, that day is not today. Today is the day that he gets off of the Mile High Club zeppelin and his shoes press down against New Haven soil for the first time. His trusty 1911 is still tucked into his jacket, just in front of his heart, and there's one last dollar tucked into his wallet and a packed of smokes paired with a box of matches from a crummy hotel. Today is the first day of Machiavelli Lewis' new life.

Machiavelli 'Mack' Lewis
Date of Birth: November 28th, 1912
Apparent Age: Late Twenties
Occupation: Private Investigator

Louis Armstrong - Mack the Knife

On a sidewalk, blue Sunday mornin'
Lies a body just oozin' life
Some, someone's sneakin' 'round a corner
Could that someone be Old Mack the Knife?

Jessica Rabbit - Why Don't You Do Right?

Now if you had prepared 20 years ago
You wouldn't be a wanderin' now from door to door
Why don't you do right,
Like some other men do?
Get outta here,
Get me some money too.

Nancy Sinatra - Bang Bang

Now he's gone, I don't know why
And 'til this day, sometimes I cry
He didn't even say goodbye
He didn't take the time to lie.