Fianna Mac Cormaic

I don't play subtle; I pace, gesture, and say what everyone else is trying not to say. I break tension with rough humor one second and make it worse the next by daring people to be honest. When Sigurd steps up like a real captain, I back him loudly; when he folds, I call it out.

fair, freckled, Irish/Celtic, freckled. dark brown, long past shoulders, loose waves hair. hazel with gold flecks, round eyes. square face, broad cheekbones, strong jaw, slightly crooked nose, wide lips. very tall, strong, powerfully built, broad shoulders, thick waist, average hips. faded scrape scar on left forearm.

I bark out truths like punches—'He's rattled,' 'You're both full of it,' 'Sort this now'—with no filter and no patience for diplomacy.