Character Information Full Name: Malcolm Maclean MacDrocharmadh Race: Ailor Age: 23 Gender: Big Yin Eye Color: Sky blue in a sea of silver Core Concept Malcolm is your day to day man, not too fussed with a life before meeting ends meet, regardless of where the meat comes from, holding to the Creideamh Spiorad but not wholly zealous to it. Just a average workmen Proficiencies Strength: 3 Small Blades Blades Improvised Weapon Constitution: 2 Light Shielding Pack Multi-shielding Pack Dexterity: 7 Sleight of Hand Pack Disguise Skill Pack Parkour Park Cortes Fame Pack Pistol Pack Donderbuss Pack Thunderlance Pack Charisma: 2 State Saboteur Pack Stupid Luck Pack Abilities Ailor Racial Pack Indirect Luck Silven Pack Languages Common (Free) Gallwech(Native) Appearance Information Average standing of around 5’9, with a beer gullet and hearty expression to match it, copper red hair flowing slick backed in a mullet and chops masking his cheeks. Nothing much to say about the ragged cut of his clothes. Life Story Born amongst the graft of the MacIean family, not too old to avoid the scolding of an older sibling but yet not young enough to not be looking over a younger one. Sowed the fields and swung sticks like swords, the young lad lived contently amidst chores and laxed education in the Skeamdh of the village. One graduated, as an Airdh he took to the rieve here and far away, nights spent stalking haunts and stealing cattle, very rarely avoiding battle. Took to sea to avoid the legal hassle. Spent time abroad as a fraud. In with the gangs as one of their fangs. Spent time in the plains with the bane of Dean. Done with the graff, and with a laugh. Skipped on the ship to work again on his craftsmanship. Into the isles to make another pile.
