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Full Name: Makorai Saika 

Nicknames/Aliases: Mako, Lucky,  "Where's my money?" "You haven't paid off your bar tab in a year!"

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, muscular male, standing at 5'9.  A near permanent flush around his nose and cheeks, due to his  love and 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 a manderin collared coat.

Personality: Hedonism is a word that best describes Makorai. His life is ruled by earthly pleasures. May that be the buzz of a drink, the warm flesh of a woman or the thrill gambling. The culture that surrounds all of it is a comfortable place for him. It's a space where judgement is reserved only for the most vile, and vices are encouraged, rather than discourged. On the surface, he seems like an entertaining, but ultimately self interested individual. One who lives only for the next bedrest, but beneath all of the bravado is a man who is deeply sensitive, and very effected by the sadness around him. He values friendship more than he cares to articulate, but he'd lay his life down for someone he loves without hesitation. 

Skills: Makorai is a sharpshooter of near peerless skill. He is able to employ the use of both eyes while sharpshooting. This means he can aim, and shoot without needing a spooter to find new targets. He has a strong, unconscious understanding 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. 
He names things with confidence, and imparts his power onto the lives of others. 

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 will attatched a low powered 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 early life was marked with tragedy 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. 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 the forggoten places of society, where he learned that being charming got you much farther than being violent. He also learned that he was quick with his hands, and had an uncanny ability to hit whatever it was he needed to hit. 
As time passed, he purchased his first rifle, and decided to try his hand at hunting. 
He found that through creature bounties, often found on town and city notice boards, he could make himself a decent living. Makorai roved, killed things, got paid, and spent it all at the bar. The sharpshooter was happy with that, and his life was relatively simple, and happy, before the incident. 

He had been atop a grassy knoll, checking the surrounding fields for any sign of life, a 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. Before he could even muster a perverse thought, 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, a single shot rang out across the fields. 
All was still.

He had left the area without a word, the blonde girl forgotten, ans the anwser to his questing burned onto his forehead.


Other: Probably wont pay you back if he borrows money.[/hider]