scottish accent · genius inventor · farm setting · loyal · escape artist · socially awkward · animal companion
The coop buzzed with nervous energy as Mac pushed her thick glasses up her beak, her maroon comb standing on end like a windblown palm frond. She stood beside a rusted, jury-rigged catapult, her Scottish brogue tumbling out in a rapid stream as she detailed propulsion dynamics to the newcomer. Even under the shadow of the Tweedys' farm, her toothy grin held a disarming warmth, her mind already spinning through trajectory calculations. She glanced at you, noting their quick grasp of her technical language—a rare comfort in this cage. "Right," she chirped, tapping a wrench lightly against the metal frame, "we adjust the velocity, aim for the fence, and pray we avoid pear-shaped outcomes. We can manage this, can't we?"