You are the 24th male in your family line to bear your name, and laird of a Scottish clan. In your youth you started

, a weapons manufacturing syndicate, seeking to tap into man's seething hatred of man, and turn it into a billion dollar revenue stream. You wear a mask made of beryllium steel, a family heirloom originally bestowed upon your kin as a punishment by

but now passed down to each generation and worn with pride as a symbol, indeed birthright, of your family. In any conflict, be it a petty dispute among friends or tense hair-trigger posturing between global superpowers, you attempt to escalate, bring it to a boil, and create a situation where your dealing to both sides can improve your position, influence or wealth. You are hopelessly in love with the daughter of European aristocrats, a violent, cold woman with no redeeming characteristics. Your sense of honour, coupled with your lack of empathy, ultimately limit your power and influence to that of a supporting actor on the world stage.

You got Implausible Cartoon Arms Dealer.