Seamus "Mick" MacManus

Background
Eff off ye noseabout!

"Tha's Seamus to the likes o ye. Only me lads be calling me 'Mick'. Me lasses, well, they be calling me often."

Seamus came of age in the forests of Northern Halor during the tail end of the last war with Ress, a time necessitating constant vigilance. The family moved into the forest shortly after their farm was burned by invaders, in order to harry the enemy forces from the familar cover of the trees.

Though he helped his family rebuild the farm, he found he was too restless for the pastoral lifestyle. From a young age, food on the table (or, more likely, on a spit over the fire) came from skill in hunting. As he grew older, he frequently hared off to find adventure, though he was as likely to look in the local pub as anywhere. He still felt a strong duty to his family however, and never strayed far in his pursuits and endeavors.

The family is deeply loyal to Ottomar, even maintaining a tradition of teaching youngsters Otto from infancy. As Seamus surveilled the enemy Ressians, he picked up Ress. He also found that people give away much more information when they don't expect to be understood.

When the time came, Seamus readily volunteered for militia training. Though they were initially turned off by his mouthy nature, his commanders soon learned to appreciate Seamus's ability to stalk and observe. Combined with his proficiency in the Ressian language, he was ideal for scouting and reconnaisance. Realizing that people offer even more intel when they don't know they are being observed, Seamus learned to read lips.

Seamus might have stayed on the join the Royal Army, but as tensions mounted, he felt drawn to return to his family's farmlands, where he could still serve as a border guard and monitor the situation.

During the Campaign
Rite then, aul Butch reckons I should keep trek o me thoughts, keep me wits about me or summat. If tha grey-faced codger has his wits, I'm a twinkled ninny

--If they don get this feckin train sorted I'll be scribblin the rest of me damn life. No bloody end in sight. I don't be seeing why they brought me over half the kingdom just to send me a stone's throw off da's farm. I could have made the trip sooner with a knackered horse on me back.

--Ran about a broach o' them Resser wankers today. We had drops on the blighters but tha brasser of a sarg stuck me with the dumpy engi, racketing up me arse. Bollocks! I'll be needing to taych the lass her fingers from her toes afore she gets me head splatted.

Character Sheet
Working on: Learning Kleitosian, learning Medicine (for First Aid and Triage), gaining Medic Lover, improving Stealth, improving Survival, improving combat skills / feats (Imp. Aim/Follow-Up Shot), improving Saving Throws, improving all attributes, third rank in Improved Initiative