Sheamus MacMillan
Character Summary
Neutral Good
Renegade<████████ | ████████>Paragon
Morale
Awful<███████|██████|██████>Not Awful
"These aren't yer regular rag-heads. Nawh, got'cher Ballyclava ruskies now."
Name: Sheamus Connor MacMillan
Aliases: "Shaggy - Mac - Bravo Two-Two"
Age: 28
Birthday: March 12th
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Birth Planet: Earth
Nationality:Scottish
Hometown: Glasgow, Scotland, United Kingdom
Gender: Male
Specialization: British Army Sniper
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 178 lbs
Build: Muscular
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Brownish ginger
Skin Tone: White
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: N/A
"Uh-huh, keep talkin'."
Psychology
* Focused * Courageous * Disciplined * Loyal * Committed *
Martial Status: Unmarried
Habits:
- Drinking
- Chewing gum
- Cursing
- Going into deep thought
Likes:
- Quietness
- Solitary
- Clear focus
- Starry nights
- Whiskey
Dislikes:
- Stupid people
- Stupid orders
- Stupid people following stupid orders
- Idiots
- Anything that isn't Scottish
- God damn sheep shaggers
- Any of those feckin' squint eye'd feckin' Asians. Even those Asian Ruskies...
- The population of Londinistan.
- Those feckin' foreigners, invading my beautiful green lands of Scotland. They want our freedom, just like those damn Englishmen.
- The black populace of the world.
- The cock gobblers of the world.
- French fucks.
- Nazi SaurKraut boys.
- Any sand-nigger.
General Skills:
- Basic Medical training
- Advanced survival training
- Basic Infantryman training
- Advanced Sniper training
- Advanced camouflage
- Long range killing
- Land navigation
Advantages
- CLS certified.
- Fast paced thinking, quick reaction time.
- Very fit and tough.
- Multiple tours.
- Survival kind of guy.
- Knows how to remain hidden.
Disadvantages:
- No fully automatic weapon.
- Eye fatigue along with general fatigue
- Heavy gear.
- Fighting a more equipped force than the usual rag-head.
Standard Loadout2x Hand-grenades.
1x SIG Sauer P226
5x 9mm magazines.
1x MTP Combat BDU's to fit environment, along with a half empty PLCE, Grass/Netting helmet, Chest rig, Dump pouch, camelbak, personal role radio.
1x Wessex blade.
1x L115A3 Long range 'sniper' rifle w/ detachable suppressor.
5x .338 Lapua magazines
3x Pre-packed MRE's.
1x 2.5L water bottle.
2x Empty 2.5L water bottles.
1x Poncho
1x Black bag filled with Sniper gear; Ghillie suit, Range finder, Long range radio.
1x Multi-tool.
1x GPS.
Personal Effects
- Scottish flag patch.
- Packet of cigarettes.
- Folded picture tucked away in his BDUs.
ExtrasCharacter Quote:
- "What do you mean it's not Scottish? Well if it's not Scottish, it's crap!"
- "Ah, my tinfoil hat's coming loose! I've lost my connection to the mothership!"
- "Th'fuck you eat this mornin'? Shit'fer brains?"
- "This isn't the killing house anymore lads, it's a killing bungalow."
- "Oi! Suzi!"
- "Are ye daft, laddie?"
Criminal Record: Clear Record
Anything Else:
- Mac has a girlfriend back home, in the middle of the riots.
- Mac makes his opinion towards others noted.
- Mac has no clue on how he manged to be Second in Command of an eight man team and leader of four.
Face Claim: Captain Richard Winters.
Voice claim:
Captain MacMillanMusic:
Honor for All
Relations{"
Well... If a girl fancied yer mug. I'll be swimming in tha' lasses."}
⚜ Respects ~*~ ☯ Neutral ~*~
☮ Friends ~*~
♫Good Friends ~*~
§ Tense ~*~
♥ Platonic Love ~*~
⚤ Significant Other ~*~
☠ Enemies ~*~
† Deceased
⚜ Corporal A. Connolly: "Ahh, Connor, decent lad, Corpsman, Scottish fan. I know he's English, but he tends'ta think he is Scottish, and I let'im. No harm really. He is a good shot, good a good career ahead of him. Met him back in Afghan, few years back, been good friends ever since."
⚤ Elizabeth Dunn: "My lass, she's'tha love of my loife and sadly back home with those riots going on... Damn shame. I hope after this I can go back home, marry'er, get away from all of this--Chaos--. But now's'tha time to fight so we hav'a home to go back to."
§Corporal R. Marshall: "Yankee Corporal. Our current lead until the Yank Lefty gets back. So far nottin' wrong with him, got a good head on him so far. Just more so waitin'ta'see what orders he gives. I don't know if I can trust ye after that bit. It was, suspicious to say the least. Mainly due to you lying to me."
☯Lance Corporal L. Davis: "Yankee Radio operator. So far no complaints, gotta see if th'lad acts like a sheep or a lion."
☮Lance Corporal M. Greer: "The one and only, Onions. Haven't seen 'im for a while, noice to see he is still kicking. May give 'im a proper drink, non'a'yhat crap they give yew in the Yank states."
☯Corporal O. Fick: "Bloody canooks, missed their jump and landed by us, some feckin' miracle a platoon survived. At least the lads are safe fer now."
☮Tam Búi; "The little lass seems to have taken somewhat of a likin' to me. I learnt'a decent bit about her, even t'meh own surprise has a few secrets and speaks decent English. Nuthin' bad to say about 'er."
§Scarlett: "This is all I know her by, but she took shit and ran, I didn't trust her enough from the beginning with Marshall. Shit will go down if we find her."
Subject: Sheamus MacMillan - The Racist Scotsman 