[hider][img]http://i.imgur.com/DDdlJXW.jpg[/img] Full Name: Makorai Saika Nicknames/Aliases: One Hit Wonder, Lucky, "Where's my money?", "You still haven't paid off your tab." Age: 26 Gender: Male Rune/Location: Forehead, where the third eye is said to sit. It's often covered by his hair. Rune Powers: The vision beyond sight, the ability to divine the future and see between the lines in the present. The ability to influence reality, and people through speech, and to ascribe special power to words, spoken or written. Description: Makorai is a slim, but muscular male, standing at 5'9, with a near permanent flush around his nose and cheeks, due to the near constant consumption of alcohol. His hair is brown, and medium length at the top. This is function rather than fashion, as it serves the purpose of hiding his rune. Usually, he can be found wearing a v-neck t shirt, slim jeans, and slip on shoes, with an interchangeable coat. All things that are easy to put on and take off, as he enjoys. Beyond his clothes, his eyes carry mirth and sarcasm, and his mouth is quite capable of conveying either. Personality: Hedonism is a word that best describes Makorai. His life is ruled by earthly pleasures. The buzz of a drink, the warm flesh of a woman, the thrill gambling, and the culture that surrounds all of it. On the surface, he seems like an entertaining, but ultimately self interested individual. Beneath all of the bravado is a man who regrets taking life, and one who values friendship far more than he would and could, articulate. Skills: Makorai is a sharpshooter of considerable, near peerless skill. He is able to employ the use of both eyes, as his master eyes, meaning he can both shoot, and look for new targets simultaneously, removing the need for a spotter of any kind. He has a strong, unconscious understand of mathematics, which allows him to calculate the distance, speed, and drop off of the bullets he fires, relative to his target. This ability had been supercharged by his rune, which influences his cognitive ability. Future vision allows him to place is shots not only where is target is, but where they are going to be. Aside from his sniper skills, he's an accomplished brawler, and is quite capable in using his rifle, plus bayonet, in close quarters engagements. He's agile, well versed in parkour, and uses his agility to traverse obstacles with ease. He often mixes his acrobatics in with his shooting, and can pull off shots from frankly absurd angles. Weapons: Makorai favours a high caliber rifle, but prefers to use iron sights on shots a mile and under, citing 'easier to move around and whatever' as his reasoning behind it. Over a mile, he'll attach his scope, depending on conditions and terrain. On the front of his sniper is a mounted knife, with enough length to easily pierce a vital organ. For closer combat under a mile, he uses a Mauser style pistol with a rifle stock. Weaknesses: His lack of discipline, and adherence to his base desires can be exploited by the right person. Brief History: Makorai's life was marred with tragedy, much like a few of his comrades His parents were killed when he was still a toddler, leaving his memories of them faint, mostly smells and colours. They had fallen victim, along with the rest of his town, to opportunistic beasts after a storm had laid waste to their wards and defenses. He, and a few others were found among the wreckage of the town. Found by a group of roving mercs, they took him, and what they could salvage of his parents belongings, and dropped him off in a nearby settlement, offering the belongings as payment to a woman. The woman took him in, and cared for him for a while, but ultimately sold his parents things, and promptly dropped him off at a nearby orphanage. It was here that Makorai spent most of his early days under the oppressive, but well meant thumb of the orphanage tenders. He often found himself at odds with the strict rule of the faculty, and at the age of 15, decided to strike out on his own, where he felt he'd be able to live by his own rules. He found friendship in those darker places where people existed. What he lacked in education and drive, he supplimente3d with experience and cunning, two things that were a priceless commodity in the society he had chosen to exist in. At the age of 18, he enlisted in a town watch of sorts, and was issued a rifle. It was nothing spectacular, a worn standard issue with none of the trappings, but for him, it was the most important gun of his life. It was important because it showed him where his true skill lay. After a week with the force, he absconded with a rifle, and took his life on the road again. He found that through creature bounties, often found on town and city notice boards, he could eek out a living. A few jobs, and he could relax a few weeks, maybe highlighting as a waiter or a bartender if he needed the extra cash in a pinch, or if he just felt like meeting people and getting some free liquor. His life was relatively simple before the incident. He had been atop a grassy knoll, checking the planes for any sign of life, pretty standard recon gig for a town, when a young woman caught his eye. She was short, blonde, and seemingly oblivious to the world around her, but, she had caught his eye, which meant Makorai was going to take a moment to study her. Maybe see what she liked, use that if he decided to walk down and talk to her. Before he really got his chance to see, he was overtaken by a vision of the girl being grabbed, and crushed by a giant. He was so profoundly disturbed by this vision, all ideas of romance had left his mind, and he no longer watched her with the eyes of a womanizer, but the eyes of a sniper. A moment later, a head emerged from the trees. Another moment, the trees were still once again. He had left the area without a word, surprised blonde girl forgotten, pondering on what had just transpired. The rune that had burned itself onto his forehead was step one in finding an answer to his question. Other: Probably wont pay you back if he borrows money.[/hider]