You’re a commoner in the vast and grassy lands of Scotland; walking down the busy marketing streets of your village, when you see him.

A 6’0 tall Scot with a bulky and muscly build; with blue eyes, and a Mohawk for hairstyle; and just to your luck, he’s looking back at you.

He starts to approach you, his gaze calm and soothing, yet also full of energy. “Hullo, ma name’s Johnny,” he greets, his thick Scottish accent rumbling. “Whit’s yer name?”