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[center][h2]Duncan MacAiden[/h2]
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[b]Age[/b]
25

[b]Gender[/b]
Stick

[b]Race[/b]
Human

[b]Magic[/b]
Water

[b]Divine Protection[/b]
[i]Blessing of the Painted Man:[/i] Duncan has, albeit unwittingly and despite his relatively short stature, acquired immense physical strength in his crossing over to this world. Enough that his bare fist can punch a hole through solid plate armour while his abnormal muscle density makes it tougher for knives and other small stabbing weapons to make a deep wound. Swords and axes, however, are still very much effective by virtue of their weight and the force behind them (though their wielder may find a bit more... [i]chopping[/i] than usual is necessary to bring him down), military crossbows and longbows at shorter ranges are also pretty effective, going by the same principal.

His newfound toughness also won't do much in the face of most elemental magics; all the physical strength in the world, after all, won't count for much if you're suddenly turned into bacon-bits by a gigantic fireball.

[h2]Personality[/h2]
Coarse, sarcastic and incredibly strong-willed but mushy on the inside and loyal to a fault, Duncan is the product of his upbringing; a man with a big heart and and an immensely, ridiculously tough outer shell built by years of discipline and hard work while at the same time being surrounded by people who apparently had their talents handed down to them by some Santa-Claus-like deity holding a two-for-one special and passed through life with relative grace and ease.

[h2]Background[/h2]
Once upon a time, there was a short, bald kid who got his ass kicked a lot. That was Duncan.

...Wait, you actually want details? Well, alright, but it's a bit of a dry read-

Growing up in Thunder Bay, Ontario, Duncan had a relatively normal childhood; a professor for a mom, an artists for a dad, an older sister and brother and a twin sister as well... all of whom were taller, smarter, prettier and generally much better at this whole 'Life' thing than he ever was.

Of course, being a short, scrawny kid named 'Duncan' earned him no particular favour from the other kids at school, especially when he woke up one morning just before his fourteenth birthday to find every bit of hair on his body save his eyebrows had fallen out. 

At first, he turned to his parents for help- His mom, a busy academic and his dad, who'd never thrown a punch in his entire life said the same thing; "Talk to your teacher". His older sister wouldn't give him the time of day, his brother called him an "Ugly Thing" and didn't want to be seen near him, saying he'd jeopardize his modelling career. He didn't even bother asking his twin, because she was too busy being on tv.

Finally, he turned to his Granddad, a veteran of both Korea and the Second World War who earned his stripes as a commando in the legendary 'Devil's Brigade', who looked upon the boy's black eye, cut lip and bloodied nose before smiling in a way that no sane man ever would... and then agreed to train him. [i]The Old-Fashioned Way.[/i]

Over the course of a summer, Duncan went from being a scrawny wimp to a well-trained fighting machine. And when he finally came home in the fall and almost immediately broke his brother's perfect little nose, he went right back and moved in with the old man, who found the whole affair absolutely hilarious and trained him even further. 

The rest of Duncan's highschool years passed by relatively without incident. He made friends, had a few girlfriends here and there, the rest of his family up and moved to Toronto without a word to him and he signed up with the local reserve regiment at sixteen. After his highschool graduation, his grandfather's passing and few weeks spent sitting in the cottage of the woodland property he left him feeling uncomfortable and lonely without the only relative he liked there with him, he eventually volunteered to go overseas and just kept on hopping from deployment to deployment in Afghanistan until 2014, when he was approached about a job with the RCMP. Which, after some consideration and thinking, he took.

Of course, had he known he'd be a glorified secretary and nanny to politicians, dignataries and diplomats while wearing a stupid red jacket and uncomfortable striped pants, he'd've told them to take that offer and stick it right up their ass.   

Nowadays, Duncan spends his time doing dumb bullshit for people he can't believe actually run his country and resisting the urge to beat the piss out of American tourists, all while chain-smoking, hating his life and yearning to go back to wearing green.

[b]Likes[/b]
-Hiking.
-Canoeing.
-Outdoors-innawoods-stuff in general, really.
-Videogames.
-Really cheesy Kung-Fu movies and/or Godzilla movies.
-GIANT. FRIGGIN'. ROBOTS. In Anime.
-Cider.
-Adam Sandler's older stuff.
-Dungeons and Dragons

[b]Dislikes[/b]
-His job.
-Cheese.
-Salmon.
-Dense Harem Protagonists in Anime.
-The people who usually pilot the GIANT. FRIGGIN'. ROBOTS. in those Anime he likes.
-Adam Sandler's [i]newer[/i] stuff.
-People with [i]way too many feelings.[/i]
-Public Transit.

[h2]Theme[/h2]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G_R7bJahcwc[/youtube]

[h2]Fight Theme[/h2]
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZmFVuIQ3Hg[/youtube]
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