[hider=Daniel Mac Eanraig][center][url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/cd91f0c7-24e3-403a-8fea-a86325d0b7a2.png][img]https://i.imgur.com/98m8g6i.jpg[/img][/url][h1][color=#413E3E]D[/color][color=#504040]a[/color][color=#5F4242]n[/color][color=#6F4444]i[/color][color=#7E4646]e[/color][color=#8E4949]l[/color] [color=#AD4D4D]M[/color][color=#BC4F4F]a[/color][color=#CC5252]c[/color] [color=#AD4D4D]E[/color][color=#9D4B4B]a[/color][color=#8E4949]n[/color][color=#7E4646]r[/color][color=#6F4444]a[/color][color=#5F4242]i[/color][color=#504040]g[/color][/h1][color=#413e3e]("McKendrick")[/color][/center][list][*][color=#CC5252][b]𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬(𝐞𝐬):[/b][/color][list][*]Danny, Dan, Mac[*]"The Barber"[*]Buckie[/list][*][color=#CC5252][b]𝐀𝐠𝐞:[/b][/color][list][*]Mid to late-twenties[/list][*][color=#CC5252][b]𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲:[/b][/color][list][*]A [url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ned_(Scottish)][color=#ff1e00]NeD[/color][/url]. A drunk. A misanthropic individual frustrated with bullshit laws and bullshit people. He has a calm, mellow voice and a surprising philosophical streak—especially when he's pissed on the tonic!—but at the end of the day he's still an argumentative punk who spends his money as quickly as he earns it. People are often shocked to find a swearing, whisky-swigging Scot behind the stoic gas mask, and the calm, steady hands of the sniper rifle.[*]Danny minds his own business, which always puts a greater momentum in the rumors spinning around a man. Of the few stalkers who think he's "fuckin' crazy" (most don't mind him, as outside of his drunken opining, he has never gone out of his way to lie, cheat, steal, or recklessly kill), some think that once the Zone emerged, he decided to kill his girlfriend and make his escape here. Some think he's in it because he thrives on the chaos and anarchy. Others are just keen on making sure they're not the next person sitting pretty in his crosshairs.[/list][*][color=#CC5252][b][i]𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟[/i] 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲:[/b][/color][list][*]Danny never was a lad for highfalutin notions like [i]ambition[/i] and [i]pride[/i]; he defined his life by contentedness and short-term happiness, and he was perfectly content as a busboy and a short-order cook in a hole-in-the-wall Glasgow chippy, passing his time with booze, drugs, and trespassing. So his visit to the Zone would have been seen by his family and friends (had he told them) as [i]strange[/i], at the very least; what did he intend to discover? Who did he intend to meet? Public urination and the occasional indecency were not worth escaping polite society for the profound dangers of the irradiated Zone. He didn't need a "clean slate," as did so many murderers and rapists.[*]He had come, rather, as a "tourist," a dumb city-slicker who saved up big money (at least by his standards) for a ferry, a truck ride, and an escort service, to get a taste of the Zone in safe, sterile laboratory conditions; surrounded by guides and guards, poking about at the farthest edges of the Circle, where no [i]real[/i] threats were ever posed to anyone. Not even the stupidest bandits operated so close to the checkpoints, where soldiers were armed with G-thirty-sixes and good bulletproof armor. Indeed, he had arrived seeking a strange sort of action-packed vacation, a brief respite from the monotony of Glasgow while also avoiding the boring hotels and monotonous sunny skies of a resort; but whatever Danny found, it caused him to stay. He stopped paying rent on his trashy little apartment and he scraped around til he could afford the supplies he needed, which at the time meant shitty black market pistols and milsurp rations, hardly the equipment of a true stalker, but nonetheless, what he managed to hoard under Britain's tight weapons laws. Through a combination of street-smarts, dumb luck, and a habit of getting on well with other addicts and antisocials, he has improved his situation considerably, having earned something of a reputation, at least in one particular trading town, as a guide and small-time assassin.[*]He seems not to have told the people from his "old life" that he has come here, as he frets rather consistently about particular people finding him, at which point he'll be "proper pooched." Hopefully that rumored dead girlfriend ain't coming [i]back[/i] from the dead to seek revenge; most stalkers have seen more bizarre things in the Zone, after all.[*]Usually he's an escort for dumb little tourist trips around the forests and decrepit villages near the Circle (the barbwire surrounding nearly the entire circumference of the Zone), a job which yawns him terribly. Only occasionally does something exciting happen to him, from mutant hunting to more serious bandit repulsion.[/list][*][color=#CC5252][b]𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬:[/b][/color][list][*][url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/VSS_Vintorez][color=#ff1e00]VSS Vintorez[/color][/url] chambered for subsonic [b]9×39mm[/b], a rare round of Russian origin. To Danny's knowledge there is exactly [i]one[/i] trader who stocks it, with whom Danny by necessity maintains a steady and stable business relationship. Anyway, he has deemed the benefits worth the costs; he can shoot with no muzzle flash and with very little noise, allowing him to snipe without revealing his position. This is more important than many stalkers know; neither boars nor bandits like very often to travel alone![*][url=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beretta_92][color=#ff1e00]Beretta 92[/color][/url] chambered in [b]9×19mm Parabellum[/b]. Danny compensates somewhat for his rare rifle ammo by using the world's most common military pistol ammo, easy both to scrounge and to buy from traders, and as far as bullets go, pretty goddamn cheap. So at least he's never totally defenseless if shit gets clatty. Oddly, he stocks up on tracer rounds for this pistol when he can find them.[*][url=http://www.collectarea.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/163.2.jpg][color=#ff1e00]MOD 4 utility knife[/color][/url] and relevant accessories for maintenance and convenient carry.[/list][/list][/hider]