Just in case my own CS got buried under other stuff.
Warning: I made this when I was clearly high on something, this guy was meant to be an over the top jack ass turned up to 11 so sorry if I offend anyone.

Bonus points if you can guess the two major inspirations behind him (telling you now, it not easy :p)
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[center][h1]Garand "McKilt" McCarren[/h1]
[h3][i]"Ehh? Ya wanna piece of meh ya crazy Protestant fookbucket? 
I'll rek ya face in fo the glory o de revolution fooker.[/i][/h3]
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Name/Nicknames:
"Me name's Garad and me parent's name's McCarren. Most folk justa call meh "McKilt" though or some variations like "the Kilt" or "Kiltlington the Third" or "Holy-fook-its-the-guy-ina-fooking-kilt".

Age:
"Twas born no more than 32 yeers ago today, give 'n take a munth or four."

Appearance:
"Ima by far the must handsome bastard ya'll ever meet. I stand at around a gud, oh I dunno, two meters just about? Me eyes are black as the nioit 'cause Im edgy n shit. Me hair and glorious beardo here are both, whaddya call it, allburnt brownie? Dunno, all ya need to know is that Ima both gud lookin' enough and strong enough to fook up ya face and fook your girl. Chilsed abs and faces tends to be pretty popula dese days ya know."

"As fo what Im wearin', I got meself a nice jacket made o strong stuff, called it "rockweave" in me village. Durable shit it is. I've got me self some bit 'n bobs o armor, most stuff for me shoulders and upper chest; can't swing a sword if me arms are dead and well... if me heart stops workin' then I'm just as dead. The entre thing is pretty asymmetric if ya will, one shoulder has a flat plate on it while the other is more layerada. Same with me shins, plate metal and spiked boots, perfect fo dilverin' a swift kick to ya gonads. Knife down 'ere toom just in case. Of course, then there's me kilt 'n shit, all made by me mather. Last bit o' stuff I've got is a sleepin' pad rolled up behind meh with a knapsack above it. Got sum poutches on me belt for extra stuff. 'N me gin

Race:
"Ima an Oirish-Scottish-Kockny-English-Something mix and a human if ya can't tell. Whut? Ya expecting a talkin' lamp post?"

Personality:
"Ima a jovial and friendly man who love spreadin the words of Jaysus Christ 'n the gud Charman Mao, teachin' people about love 'n kindness 'n generosity 'n socialism. I love me a good story and fud, Ima always huntin' for a man or woman who can grill me a fine slab 'o meat."

"As for killin' raiders and protectin' the many innocent, gentle lambs of de world, just try 'n stop me. Ol' McKilt will always foind a way to winna foight. As fo heathen... well... Second the first and as the third; now tellin' me where they are so I can pu'em ina herarse."

Skills/Attributes:
"I gotta say, Ima damn fine with me sword right here, no I dun callin' her 'Betsy' o what ever that crap is. I guess Im gud with most o the heavia two-hander 'n dat ain't to to no 'luck o' the fooking Oirish crape'. Also notta bad speaka, tellin' stories, preachin' the ways of the Revolution 'n quotin' Charman Mao has made a me a damn gud speaka."

"Fo sum o' me otha skills, I'd waga Ima decent enough crafter, sword don't sharpin itself ya know. I also know enough 'bout the wild to know how to survival in it as well as some o' the basics o' medicine."

Back-story:
"So, ya wanna hear about me life do ya know? Well alright, sidown fo McKilt storytime you little buggas. I was born into a small lil' farmin' village in the old Highlends. Loife was alrigh' there, ain't much to see o' do besides farmin or keepin' the village alive dough. But then, when I was a makin' my awkward transitor flum a wee lil' lad inna man. It was then that I pick meself up a copy of "Quotatins frum Charman Mao" and got me self into communism, it just seems to work so well, lookin' after the common man like me religion."

"When I foinally gotta to the arge o' 17, I decided to pack up and haul ass witha me father's old sword. Beautiful thing it is, served me all me life. Any ways, I became a mercenary and a damn fooking gud one at that. Been doin' people good and hired work since then, preachin' about the gifts o' God and the glory o' the revolution. And here I am here! Imagine that!"

Other:
"Meh weapon is me sword. Good solid claymore made 'o that nice old world steel beam, none of the crap you find made today. Served me well, fancy guns 'n crap make men weak and dependent on the fookin' things so I dun use. Callin' it 'Betsy' will earn you a free stab to ya guts."