Name: Garvey Castor MacLeod
Age: 18
Year: 5
Country of Origin: Scotland
Race: Highland Scot
Height: 6'0
Weight: 250 lbs
Appearance: Long wild brown hair, fierce green eyes, lightly tanned skin, dressed in standard brown, green, and red kilt with belt-sash, white shirt, and brown strapped boots.
Personality: Wild, violent, righteous in his views of right and wrong, secretive, smart, protective of things and allies.
Weapons of Choice: Highland Claymore, dirk, sgian dubh, and targe
Fighting Styles: Blind fisticuffs, Judo, Kickboxing, Pankration, Bladed weapon and shield fighting and some team fighting with his pet Wild Cat Bane
Skills: Speaks fluent Gaelic, knows how to heal(but rarely does) is skilled in Land Nav and survival being trained by his father and mother, and can play bagpipes
Interesting Facts: He has a pet Wild cat called Bane that prowls around campus and comes whenever he calls. Is well liked by the younger kids for some reason. Loves fighting with cocky people and bullies. Was first questioned about the murder. Uses his middle name after his parents said his first name holds special magic that's keep him safe if he meets with some great opposition all it needs is to be said and it will activate and he doesn't want to waste the power.
Connection to the Victim: Rival out of all the fights' Remus Academy has seen these two are among the most violent usually wound putting each other in the Infirmary for a few weeks.
Background: Raised by Survivalists mother and father in the Scottish Highlands. Trained from age 3 in their ways of fighting and surviving the oncoming apocalypse when the world goes back to the Medieval times when the sword and might ruled. He knew they were a little out of it both being children of the old Tribal ways and the Druid religion. But also being raised as a Druid he believe his parents and lives the way he was taught.
Joined the Academy once his parents heard about from others in their little "Tribe" and after a few years of trying they got him accepted. And he packed and left with his parent's word ringing in his years in the old Gaelic tongue.
"Keep your blade ready and your mind sharp young lad." He has kept their words alive even getting a tattoo of them on his right forearm so he won't forget. Right away he bumped heads with Morris. It's whispered as a legend in the school but mostly used to scare first years like the boogeyman stories. It was a disagreement over a locker Castor had it assigned to him but Morris already moved into it so he could be closer to some girls.
Naturally the Scot didn't like this so he threw everything out of it knowing the combo and moved his stuff in Morris arrived just in time to see his stuff scattered on the floor. Being a man of action he swung slamming the Scot's head in his locker. Roaring with rage Castor retaliated with a decimating haymaker. The rest is legend they're fight raged for a good few minutes before a troop of Advanced combat teachers broke them up. They were paired off as roommates as well the other boys still playing the battle over in their head warned Headmaster Fisher who promptly put them in separate wings of the Boy's Dorm. They sparred off many times and eventually had to be placed in totally different classes as to best avoid another battle.
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