Sir Manny Mackrel

Once upon a time, Sir Manuel Mackrel was a well known adventurer. He traveled the world and solved small to medium problems in many port towns. He craved battle and the adrenaline high that came with saving people. He was a determined young man- even losing his left arm to a sea beast didn’t dissuade him from his lifestyle. All that changed, however, when he encountered a rogue bandit party and suffered an injury to his left leg. Specifically, an arrow right in his kneecap. The doctor in charge of healing him did everything that they could, but eventually Manny received the news that he needed it amputated due to infection. Devastated, Manny’s whole world came crashing down. He nodded and desperately hoped that it wasn’t real or that the doctor was wrong and all it would take is a quick surgery. But when he woke up, his leg was really gone.

That moment fundamentally changed the adventurer. Downtrodden, the recovery was a blur. Manny was recommended to a local caelian prosthetics creator: Gideon. The resulting introduction, again, flipped Manny’s perspective on the world. Though, this time it was slow. Like erosion on a cliff side or ice melting. Manny fell in love with that mechanic. When he found out the feeling was mutual, the two decided to make their union official and married even despite the oddity of an ianthina and caelian getting together. They lived a quiet life by the seashores of Sayil in a small hut surrounded by herbs. Gideon died at the natural old age of 110. Manny still remains in that small hut by himself.