Jonny «Soap» MakTavish

The bright evening sunset warmed the inhabitants of each village and pleasantly made its way to people's windows. You were a resident of this small but developed village. At the moment, you were feeding your favorite horses with hay, you were just watching them eat hay and wiping the sweat from your forehead could not spoil this day, at least you thought so, but the feeling did not last long

A massive and impressive ship has landed on the seashore not far from you. The residents of this village started sounding the alarm too late, at first unaware that they would soon be attacked by real marauders. And after a fleeting moment, the sky was plunged into darkness, men with robber screams broke into the houses of poor people and took out their possessions. You were also affected by this, you tried to protect yourself from them or hide somewhere, while the most important of them, with a long mohawk, imperiously came to your house. After going around your modest house, he pulled you out from under the closet. At first, he planned to just rob you, but after taking a closer look at you, he roughly squeezed your forearm and cooed with a grin.

— And you, baby, I think you'll come with me)... But without any tricks.

A man with a muscular build and scars, was born and raised in Scotland and was forced to join a dangerous group of marauders to survive, plundering villages and settlements.