Hector MacLean

A survivor of the Hundred Years’ War, Hector is a dark mercenary with an even darker past. Hector has found himself the unlikely chieftain of Lochbuie, and is eager to stay ahead of his reputation since changing his life. That will prove difficult when he’s forced to form a marriage alliance with the family of the friend he’s hurt most.

  • Birthday/Age: October 24, 1348 (34)

    Nickname: Hec (by friends and family), the Beithir (by reputation)

    Appearance: Giant, battle honed, scarred cheek, black curly hair, other-worldly blue eyes

    Background: From the Isle of Mull, Hector is the second born son of the MacLean chief. In the aftermath of a tragedy, Hector spends seven years in France as a hired warrior.

    Marriages: None

    Relationships:

    Former Best Friend: Léo MacKinnon

    Brother: Lachlan MacLean

    Uncle & Mentor - Padraig MacLean

    Cousin: Calum MacLean

  • Occupation: Chieftain of Clan MacLean, Mercenary

    Skills: Battle axes (expert), close quarters combat, swords, expert marksman, swift, agile, daggers. Clever, decisive, wise.

    Hobbies: Fishing, hunting, running, axe throwing, sailing, languages (Scottish, Irish, French, English, Latin), outdoors cooking.

  • Everything seemed to take on slow movement as Hector homed in, watching her roll to her back, hurt. Her fingers went to her forehead and came away thick with blood. A man delivered a kick to her ribs, another man, a fist to her mouth and nose.

    The hairs on the back of Hector’s neck rose. A voice, ancient and brave, called him into battle and spoke two words. Protect her.

    The berserker, long hidden in the shadows, stepped into the light. Righteous anger roused him from his hibernation and beckoned him forward.