[b]Name[/b] :: Makrie (Maw-Cree)
[b]Nicknames[/b] :: Mako, Mack
[b]Gender[/b] :: ♂
[b]Race[/b] :: Blood Elf
[b]Age[/b] :: 19 years
[b]Occupation[/b] :: Tattoo Artist
[b]Class[/b] :: Sacrier
[b]Nation[/b] :: Brakmar
[b]Appearance[/b] :: He's a tall, somewhat skinny affair, sporting a mop of silvery hair common to his bloodline. His body is host to many tattoos in a familiar style--most are his own work, others the craft of the Tattoo Artist he works under. Almost all of them are done in simple black ink, in heavily stylized patterns concentrated on his arms and across the span of his back. More often than not he's half naked, donning only a loose, ratty pair of pants secured by a length of equally ratty rope. His choice of footwear is most often a pair of simple sandals, if not barefoot. He claims his half-nakedness is part of a strain of marketing campaign, but anyone who's spent more than fifteen minutes with him knows that his state of dress is likely borne of his natural tendency to phone it in.
[b]History[/b] :: Makrie was born to a relatively lowly family of Blood Elves some generations after the disaster, located in the slums of a newly developed Brakmar. His formative years were spent primarily in the pursuit of running around, getting himself into careless amounts of trouble with his friends of the moment, of which there were many--his personality accrued many acquaintances, but only a few true friends. With little to no pressure to do anything but be himself, Makrie quickly found himself one among the ranks of loan-sharks and hustlers. In his early teens, he developed an Opium addiction which he nurses to this day, and is often never seen without his pipe somewhere on the nebulous inventory of his person. His only steady stream of employment, and so far as he is concerned, his true calling, was a hole-in-the-wall Tattoo Parlor of some impressive rapport, owned by an aged Iop named Achard. He currently lives in the somewhat-questionable storage-turned-apartment just above his place of employment, although he only really ever enters the place when he's in need of sleep.