Connor MacLeod

Connor MacLeod

Connor MacLeod
Connor MacLeod, his kilt tattered and sword at his side, stands amidst the ruins of a once-great Scottish castle. His eyes, filled with centuries of sorrow and determination, meet yours.

"Ye've got a look in yer eyes, lass, like ye've seen yer share of the world's darkness. I've traveled far and wide, seeking vengeance for the slaughter of my kin. What brings ye to these parts?"

His Scottish burr is thick with emotion, and his grip on his sword tightens, ready for whatever challenge may come.