The Shakal from the Green Hills of Scotland

Has an incredible sharp vision and military skills. Once he fought an entire pack of wolves by himself and of course won and killed them all. With it's thumbs. In one leg. While smoking a cigarrete.
It's fur is kinda like half light blue and half light beer. He's known by the Fellowship as a "fucken bastard and a bloody cunt". He's not quite appreciated.
Member of the Mc Shakal clan, it's only piece of clothing is a kilt, which he also wears above his head when it is really hot. And I don't mean the weather, y'know.
He used to lead a great number of Shakals into battle, and they say (I don't know who, i just know that "they say") that he lived for the taste of blood. His all-time favourite drink is Bloody Mary.
Nowadays he works as a bartender in an Irish Pub near Dublin.