[B][U]Name:[/U][/B]
[INDENT]Makarios Acayo Lilis[/INDENT]

[B][U]Nicknames (Optional):
[INDENT]Macaya, Maki[/INDENT]

Notable Alias(es):[/U][/B]
[INDENT]N/A at the moment[/INDENT]

[B][U]Gender:[/U][/B]
[INDENT]Taco who likes other Tacos[/INDENT]

[B][U]Age:[/U][/B]
[INDENT]17[/INDENT]

[B][U]Appearance:[/U][/B]
[INDENT][B]-Height:[/B] 6' 0"
[B]-Weight:[/B] 173 lbs
[B]-Build:[/B] Makarios holds a slightly bulkier version of a swimmer's body. Toned and athletic, it's deceptively flexible. His calves exude compacted muscle from a person who's run a lot in his life, usually with leg weights.
[B]-Eye Colour:[/B] A healthy and vivid green.
[B]-Hair Colour:[/B] Chestnut Brown
[B]-General Attire:[/B] Makarios is a smart shopper and always has been. Growing up with no money, but a need to hide the bruises of an abusive father teaches a kid to cover up subtly. He's usually found in grey, black or white colors and thin long-sleeved shirts. A king at rummaging through clearance bin and second-hand stores, he always finds the designer clothes because those are usually the most breathable fabric that he can wear year round and hide the fading scars and bruises from his years at home. He wears form-fitting clothes and tighter pants, while still granting him the ability to move around. 
[B]-Costume:[/B]
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[B][U]Metahuman Abilities:[/U][/B]
[INDENT] [i]Animal Mimicry[/i] On his own, it seems as if Makarios has no powers of note. But, with his amulet, Makarios has been blessed (or cursed) with the ability to call upon the attributes of any animal within the animal kingdom. The amulet holds a mental connection with him, and the "calling" of animals is at his mental behest. The best way that it can be explained is that the amulet calls the purest form of an animals aura and envelops Makarios in it.

This power leads way to a number of uses in a variety of situations.

At this point, he can't call on larger animals for too long. Small characteristics like a dog's hearing/smell/taste or something like that he can do with ease. But calling on a rhinos charging power can damn near kill him at this point by itself. 

His metahuman body also gives him increased durablility and enhanced strength. His reflexes, though raw, are very quick (he needs to learn to hone them to effectively use them in battle). His five senses along with his vestibular and kinesthetic sense are heightened, though could still use refinement. His agility also has a naturally higher threshold than most.The relationship between the amulet and him is tense at best. The amulet seems to be almost sentient in some aspects. When it wants soemthing, Makarios can feel it. Though, it should be noted that it's "wants" are always just urges for Makarios to do some type of heroic deed.[/INDENT]

[B][U]Skills and Talents:[/U][/B]
[INDENT]Mental Sponge: Makarios seems to absorb information at a rate faster than most. Languages are child's play to him. He's already learned English, he's fluent in Greek, Spanish, and Italian. He's passable in Arabic, and he wants to learn German.

Eye for detail - Makarios picks up on many things. He can take in a room and subconsciously remember the spacing of objects, where things are placed and the like. He pays attention to the likes and habits of those around him and figures out how to incorporate them, which will lead him down his path for Public Relations and Advertising. 

Makarios is a natural scrapper with a light background in mixed martial arts. He can hold his own in a street fight, and he's had to on many instances from street punks trying to gay-bash.

Makarios is VERY percpetive of things in general. The son of a vehement alcoholic, you had to be aware of yourself and others if you wanted to survive. He excels in reading the emotions of others and is a solid judge of character.

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[B][U]Equipment:[/U][/B]
[INDENT]What do you carry with you in the field?[/INDENT]

[B][U]Likes and Dislikes[/U]
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Likes:
-Makarios is a huge fan of literature. King, Steinbeck, Aesop, Plato, his tastes span a wide variety.
-Makarios has a deep appreciation for music, specifically tribal music. Something about the pronounced beats resonate with him. Really, anything with a deep beat resonates with him.
-He has a secret obsession with grilling and barbecuing and will completely devour a rack of ribs, a far jump from his usual more reserved demeanor.
-He has recently been getting in to calligraphy and finds it calming.

Dislikes:
-Makarios can’t stand the entitled. His view is that no one is just automatically entitled to anything. Only work gives a man his rewards. 
-Brussel Sprouts: He just can’t stand them. Plain and simple.

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[U]Personality/Philosophy/Outlook:[/U][/B]
[INDENT]Makarios is a complex individual. In the professional world, he's extremely personable (he has to be, if he's aspiring to be a PR Rep). But outside of that he's a bit more closed off. It's still very simple for him to make friends with others, but he's careful not to let them too far in. 

He's not a trusting individual at all. He's quick to form of opinions of people and usually goes with his gut. He's very critical of people, and it shows sometimes. He hold nearly everyone at an arms length.

IF Makarios does begin to trust an individual, another side opens up. He's a very maternal person and very family-oriented (probably due to his lack of one growing up and his amulet). Once he trusts someone -- and he's generally not a trusting person,-- he's extremely loyal and will do anything in his power to protect. But, he's also the first person to call them out on their stupidity. 

Quiet until the situation absolutely calls for otherwise, he doesn't give his opinion unless asked, or unless he feels he absolutely has to.

One thing that drives him up the wall is ignorance. He can't stand it, and will/has started a fight over blatant ignorance. He's also irritated by loud and brash people. He's not one to hide his feelings towards someone, though he's always cordial. Honesty is the policy he operates by.[/INDENT]

[B][U]Backstory:[/U][/B]
[INDENT][hider=The story of Makarios' powers]

(All of this unkown to Makarios as of now)

Makarios comes from a long line of warriors, the Kidemonas (the Protectors), born with power since the height of power for the ancient Greeks. He is, in fact, a meta, but his powers have gone through many changes through the ages. Whereas most meta-genes apparently weren’t inherited down through so many ages, his were. His bloodline had once been a clan that could actually transform into animals, adopting the properties of those animals. They had evolved, though, to being able to commune with the spirits of the purest forms of animals, finding harmony with them using their abilities in battles. Some could even call an astral form of the animal to their aid. One such member of the ancient clan had been known to call an entire squadron of spirit animals to his aid in battle. Another was able talk and influence real animals while coating them in the auras of their spirit animals, and she was renowned as the leader for many years. His clan’s powers had varied throughout the years, but had all centered around a harmony with animals. At a time where the norm in his clan had been the ability to commune with many spirit animals, a sect developed in his clan that opposed the hierarchy and rules of his ancient bloodline. They cried for attention from the rest of the world, as Makarios’ clan made it a point to only be known to a certain few and intervene only in large scale wars for the side of good. 

[I] ‘The legend goes that the[/i] Kidemonas[i], split as they were, waged war within their clan from the turmoil that began to brew. The war leveled cities and tore across plains as different factions in their territory began to turn. Their fighting was of such ferocity that even the gods began to take hold concern, for these men and women had been chosen and favored by the gods with these gifts to help the world, not fight amongst themselves. 

The fighting waged on for years, not dying down, but growing in intensity. Innocent lives within the vast clan were slaughtered and even blood outside of the clan was spilled. The Kidemonas were truly spitting on the very gifts that gods had given them. In a rage, the gods broke one of their most sacred of vows: to never directly meddle in the affairs of man. Their enraged fury engulfed all of those in the battle, sapping their strength from them with a holy and divine life. It broke the the clouds and permeated both air and through stone. Men and women of the Kidemonas fell to their knees and cried out in agony as the gods wreaked their punishment. But they saved the most severe punishment for the man who incited the riot. Apophis, was his name. And for him, the gods took a special interest, lifting his body up from the ground and bathing it in a golden light for all to see. There was a moments pause where all was silent on the battlefied. And then, with a cry, Apophis cried out as the gods flooded his mind with every animal he had ever communed with. They ravaged and razed his mind with thoughts of a bestial nature and rage he had never felt before. All of the animals began to vie for control at once, each one overpowering the next. Apophis became a shell of a man as he descended back to the earth. And just like that, the fighting ceased. All would lay down their arms and fell to their knees. 

In the time that came, the Kidemonas would find their powers no more. The gods had doled out their punishment, and though the clan cried out for mercy, the gods felt that the fact that they had breath to cry out was mercy enough. Their decision was final. And with that, they wiped all traces of the Kidemonas, short of killing the Kidemonas themselves, from the face of the world. 

But even the gods, in their anger and slight arrogance, could not deny that the world needed as much good as it could muster. And they would be fools to completely wipe out the Kidemonas. They blessed one of the smaller of the Kidemonas clan, the family that would later develop into the house of Lillis and others, with a key to unlock their sleeping power. The amulet. An amulet that channeled and rebirthed their ability to commune with spirit animals. In addition to this, the amulet also provided a pathway to all of their latent abilities, but a warrior chosen to wear the amulet must first reach a level of communion with the amulet past just a stage of cohabitation. It was in this way that the gods ensured that no matter how bad the world got, a ray of light would always be able to shine forth.

It is even said that, in some, the amulet can become one with the wearer, granting unimaginable power. Few Chosen warriors have reached this apex of symbiosis with the amulet, and it remains a legend among those who don the responsibility of the amulet....[/I]
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Makarios grew up in your typical bad home. In a city like New Lilith, that wasn't an uncommon story. The bastard son of Lysandra Lillis, his father always made a point to let him know that he was a bastard and no son of his. His mother was a sickly woman, though the times when she was able to smile, she could light up the entire city. 

The time Makarios was able to spend with her were the best moments of his life. He never really knew much about his grandfather, but the times she would talk about him, her face would seem to lose 20 years, and she would beam the entire story. The stories never really made sense to Makarios, because she would leave a lot out, or say "Hmm....I don't think that's appropriate for your ears."

One week before she died, she gave Makarios an amulet. She told him it was made from an animals bone. He asked her what animal it was made from and why should he have it. She looked at him and said "It was my fathers, and his father's before him. It's made from all the animals in the world, Maki. And it will serve as a ward from harm as long as you do what's right." It was at that time that his step-father stormed in to the room, drink in hand, yelling that Makarios was causing his mother pain. In a hurry, he left, clutching the amulet in his hand, so his father wouldn't see. 

Most of his early childhood isn't of too much note. At the age of 7, he was placed in martial arts at the behest of his mother, so he would have some type of outlet. In secret, he knew it was so he would be able to at least defend himself against his dad. He seemed to excel in it, but by the age of 11, his father had taken him out of it. Though, that didn't stop Makarios from sparring with his former class mates. They always seemd to complain that his moves were never predictable, but always deliberate. 

His mother died when he was 14, and it wasn't soon after that that his father picked up the abusive tendencies he had relinquished when his mother had fallen ill, and this time with a vengeance. One of the worst instances was when he broke two of Makarios' fingers for spilling his beer. It wasn't soon after that that Makarios made up his mind to leave. The only reason he had stayed was because of his mom, and now that she was gone, he couldn't stand to look at his dead beat father. His father and his dying mother's wish for him to live a good life are what made him strive to live a good life. He dedicated his time to school and his grades shot up, skipping a grade and taking Advanced level classes and college level classes by his sophmore year. It also seemed that his father's brother took up residence in the house, more often than not, "consoling" his older brother. "Consoling" usually took the form of them taking terms berating Makarios, using him for beer runs, beating him when something wasn't done right, and screaming at his aunt when she tried to speak up. It was as if the death of his mother had sapped the last bit of good left in Makarios' life. 

All the while, he began to feel a rage build up in him. The amulet his mother had given him seemed to grow warmer day by day, and sometimes, it even seemed to pulse at times. 

The only thing keeping Makarios sane was his English teacher at his high school. He encouraged him to strive for more and get out of his living situation as soon as possible. But his words didn't reach Makarios until the night his uncle made a comment on how his mother had probably whored around. Of course, his father wasn't there, out on a beer run, so his Uncle was running his mouth needlessly. His aunt tried to stand up and tell him to stop, but she was promptly slapped back down. In a rage, Makarios spun around, beer bottle in hand, and smashed it over his uncles head. Of course, this all happened right as his father entered the house. 

The ensuing fight left Makarios with a broken rib and dislocated shoulder. But during the altercation, soemthing happened. At one point, Makarios felt his amulet pulse and before he knew it, he swatted his father aside, growling like an animal. His father hit the wall of their dingy apartment, and slumped down, unconscious. His aunt stood in the center of the chaos, shaking uncontrollably. She merely looked at Makarios, who seemed scared out of his mind, tears welling in his eyes and whispered "Go." She was pleading with him to get out while he could, before the two men regained consciouness. With a dart, Makarios ran to his room, grabbing clothes and small personal things. His amulet pulsed again in the middle of his spree to get the hell out of there, and Makarios felt the pain in his shoulder dampen slightly. 

He darted out of the house, tears streaming down his face, and went to the only adult he felt he could trust: his English teacher.

That was 3 years ago and Makarios has since been emancipated and is living on his own. It's the start of a new year and he's switching districts and starting at a new school.
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