<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/change_your_fate__young_macguffin_no__2_by_calexandradesigns-d53zknz.jpg)</div>Name/True Identity: Michael Macguffin (young Macguffin)<br/>Location:  Dorm (room 24)<br/>Doing:  Waking<br/>Tagging: Open<br/><br/>Michael was stood on a grass plane a slight breeze blowing through his unkempt hair. The crowd surrounding him grew eerily quiet as he raised his bow to take aim. It was important for the family that he won this archery competition. He drew the bow to his cheek and.....<br/><br/><strong>Thump thump thum.</strong><br/><br/>His eyes snapped open at the noise coming from his door.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey Mac"</strong>The voice from the other side of the door called.<strong>"The mails come. You got a package"</strong><br/><strong>"Mac?"</strong>the voice questioned followed by more raps.<br/><br/>"Aye, I'm up ya wee goit. Quit tryin' te nok me door dow!" He called.  He wasn't much of a morning person. He all but rolled out of bed and walked to his door. Wearing just his black boxers. Opening the door he found a smallish package on the floor outside his door where it had been left. "I don remember orderin' nout" He thought to himself with a shrug as he brought it inside.<br/><br/>Placing the box on the desk, he opened it. Inside he found a letter.<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: courier;">"Young Macguffin. Inside this package, you will find some heirlooms that may serve you well in your time away. You will learn what they mean as you grow yourself. <br/>I'm proud of you,<br/>Signed Your father."</span></div><br/>Looking further into the box he found a great swath of heather green tartan with a cross hatching in orange and a sporran of simple, worn leather with a metal insert on the front. Finally a circular clan brooch with worn etchings around the circle that are celtic-esque in design. He sat holding the items that both felt strange and familiar, trying to understand what they meant.