[hider=Mikael Lauter][hr][center][img]https://i.imgur.com/1SSGyEI.png[/img][/center]
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[h3][color=9498AF]Overview[/color][/h3][hr]
[sub][color=9498AF][b]Gender[/b][/color][/sub][indent][color=silver]Male[/color][/indent][sub][color=9498AF][b]Age[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent]Eighteen[/indent][indent][indent][sub](March 30th, 1896C)[/sub][/indent][/indent][/color][sub][color=9498AF][b]Sexuality[/b][/color][/sub][color=Silver][indent]Straight[/indent][/color][sub][color=9498AF][b]Race[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent]United States of Vinland, City of Oregon: Tigard[/indent][/color][sub][color=9498AF][b]Rank[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent]Private[/indent][/color][sub][color=9498AF][b]Role[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent]Marksman[/indent][/color]

[h3][color=9498AF]Origin[/color][/h3][hr]
[sub][color=9498AF][b]Appearance[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent]Mike's most identifiable feature would be the iris of his eyes, which underwent mutation upon birth developing heterochromia. The edges of the [url=https://s3.amazonaws.com/DT-ThinkAboutYourEyes/EyeColor-Hero-imageupload-1452816458-imageupload-1453499621.jpg]iris's[/url] are blue and they slowly mask the center with an auburn hue. Mike's 5'9 in terms of height and weighs approximately 143 pounds. Unlike his brother's and father he was the only one of his kin who was born brunette, taking on the features and genetic of his mother's side. A small birthmark dotted under the left eye which has been the idle tease of his brother's as his [i]'beauty mark'[/i] which he feels slightly concious about. His regiment clothing are the standard for marksmen, however for Mike's case he drapes over a hood which he has an assortment of, with variant colors that serves his as extra camouflage. Depending on the terrain and situation he changes it to suit the needs of the mission. However, regularly he goes with the standard of military green. He wears a locket with the picture of his mother inside always.[/indent][/color]
[sub][color=9498AF][b]Personality[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent]There's a certain mysticism to Mikael, as if he gives off a presence of defiance in the seams of turmoil and even subtlety. His stature and poise radiates fluidity and confidence yet it's all veiled under the guise of humility and silence. You see, Mikael's sense of people might be a tad warped, he might not understand what people think in general or what could be considered obvious in most circumstances. He thinks differently, solves things differently and treads the world and path he chosen differently. Not to say that this youth is special, in any form. What most would consider odd, the lad sense it as comforting. He enjoys the oddities that life has brewed for him and those who he's surrounded with. Although draped in a stern complexion, perhaps it's the markings of his hue that bursts a sense of intimidation on others, maybe it a combination of that and his silence, or maybe the sullen furrow the brow usually takes. However, Mikael is kind-hearted and feels the need to aid those in need. He respect authority and takes all the action needed to be successful. Failure dawn heavy in his so he's extra vigilant with all he does in line of fire, if he fails it would mean that the cogs of the machines are not working properly and that accidents are prone to happen. And so, he does all possible to remain prepared for the sake of his comrades, even though he might be lazy and a loner.[/indent][/color]
[sub][color=9498AF][b]Biography[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent]Regardless of what Mikael might demonstrate at the moment he hasn't always been on his lonesome. He had two elder brothers who have similarly joined the army at the age of seventeen. His father, being a veteran himself, seemed it fitting that the family follow a legacy for their generations. Such and such Mikael was duteous, disciplined and stern with all that was given to him. Be it studies, chores, workouts every that was handed to him he undertook it with commendable grit. He was at some juncture in his life the star player for the his town's baseball league. Mikael represented for his family the face of hard-work and natural talent. That is until last year when his mother had fallen ill due to cancer. With this all the effort he had placed for everything else was laced unto becoming the caretaker for his mother. He left the baseball league, his studies dwindled and the boy even entered into a stage of depression. His family wasn't the wealthiest and they lived humble lives, so the medicine toll began to increase with each passing doctor's appointment.

Mikael took drastic measures and abandoned school to look for work at the local mechanic's shop. He eventually placed all his effort and energy into making end's meet to pay for the bills, even taking part-times and overnight jobs for a little extra cash. Even after audible and heavy objection from his father's part. Eventually, after the year of constant struggle and hope. Mikael's mother passed away. This left the boy distraught and without much passion in life. He and his father had stopped speaking for the longest and to some extent, Mikael placed the blame on his father for not aiding in his family's affairs. Soon after the blame, something that could perhaps even be viewed as understandable, evolved. Slowly it shifted to something darker and Mikael started to view signs and mannerism of his father that irked him. When he talked, the way he gestured, the natural tone of his father's voice. All became disgustingly clear and even bothersome to the boy. How he spent most of the nights drinking and watching tv, soon he began to visualize that this is all his father did. While he slaved away attempting and looking for answers his father sat back and... rested?

The world was in disarray, war began to surge on the continent and there he stood. Brooding... hating. So selfishly aware of it all, Mikael felt disgusted in himself, but more over he felt disgusted of his father. This wasn't right. Days passed becoming months and months, time he used for introversion and thought, he finally decided to runaway and join the army. Of his own volition, not to follow some grand scheme or legacy his father wanted to precede to his future generations. Since then he hasn't sent a single letter home, and developed this lonesome demeanor, and strict form upon his mien. This is a story of self-worth, of a child finding himself and trying to aid those in need. This is Private Lauter's story. [/indent][/color]

[sub][color=9498AF][b]Potentials[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent][b][u]Keen Insight[/u][/b][/indent][indent][indent]He's really good at reading the mood of people, though not as forward as to interact with them. Thankfully with this ability he can also read the signs of nature and find good locale to snipe in. He has a mind that can track time, direction, and detail with uncanny precision. However, this has also left him prone to be alone most of the time due to liking the atmosphere like that.[/indent][/indent][/color]
[color=Silver][indent][b][u]Close Quarter Combat[/u][/b][/indent][indent][indent]He's an adept with the knife, one might say even a savant of it. Thanks to his training and upbringing he has worked through his defect and made a strength. He's deadly at both far and close.[/indent][/indent][/color] 
[color=silver][indent][b][u]Not Again...[/u][/b][/indent][indent][indent]He can't grasp failure very well. So in times where he is found slipping or is just having a rough day, he'll become sour and angry. Making for an uncomfortable conversation.[/indent][/indent][/color]

[h3][color=9498AF]Inventory[/color][/h3][hr]
[sub][color=9498AF][b]Equipment[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][list]
    [*] SM-Longfield
    [*] Combat Knife
    [*] Standardized Pistol 
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[color=9498AF][h3]Other[/h3][/color][hr]
[color=9498AF][b]Relationships[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][indent]None at the moment[/indent][/color]

[sub][color=9498AF][b]Affiliations[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent]Marcus Lauter (Father)
John Locke Lauter (Brother)
Frederic Hugh Lauter (Brother)
Priscilla Lauter (Mother - Deceased)[/indent][/color]

[sub][color=9498AF][b]Character Theme[/b][/color][/sub]
[color=Silver][indent][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S2H_YNYRw2E]TK from Ling Tosite Sigure - Katharsis[/url][/indent][/color]
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