Known around the lochs of Scotland for his travelling homemade-condom business, Nimrod struts his stuff like a peacock with syphilis. When not riding sheep around the rolling hills of Scoots, he can be found writing on his stolen HP laptop, which may or may not have secret access to The Matrix. Some say he has red hair. Others say he has a devil beard. Others still say his face changes every Sunday, when the church bells go a-ringing.