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Makos was born and raised just as any other poor child in a big city. He started work as soon as he could lift a shovel, and did what he had to in order to survive. He was given the name of Krul at birth, but this name was stripped away from him along with much of his childhood when he was taken.
One day, while working on building a new shop for a rich merchant, there was an explosion. The explosion, it seems, was a diversion for a much more devious act. He and several other workers were magically shackled during the commotion and they were dragged into a waiting carriage.
His parents were told that he died in the blast, and no one would come looking for a poor larborer anyway.
When he awoke, he was in a damp prison cell. There were dozens of other cells in the room, each with another prisoner. Each prisoner was the same in a way, they were all big, strong looking men.
One by one, the prisoners were taken away. Krul could hear their screams and the strange sounds from both magical and mechanical equipment.
When his time came, he tried to fight, but found himself magically compelled to enter the room. Around him were bloody implements, grotesque drawings, and tanned leather covered in scarification tattoos. The last thing he remembers was being strapped into a chair by two giant men covered in riatualistic scars. A third man, wearing a doctor's outfit, walks into the room and everything goes back.
Makos has no memory of the following years until the day he calls his "rebirth." He was laying in a bed, what had been his skin was replaced with a tapestry of scars and ink tattoos.
A man comes into the room, the same man that came in before. This time, he feels no magical compulsion to sit. He leaps from the bed and quickly overpowers the 'doctor.' He smashes the man's head against the floor over and over until the man is inches from death and suddenly stops.
"Why am I doing this? Who is this man? Why do I hate him so? Who is he? Who am I?"
Confused and exhausted, all he can think of is the name Makos.
"Is this my name? Who am I?"
Over the next days, Makos would spend time exploringthe lab. He finds that he has been in the lab for three years. The "doctor" was experimenting on physically strong individuals, believing that their physical strength could unlock innate magic. Magic that was unknown to scholars and very different from that of the sorcerers and adepts of the land.
In all of the journals, he was simply referred to as Makos. No mention of his birth name was mentioned, but he knew something didn't feel right. But he knew no other name, so it stuck.
He took what supplies he could find and ventured out, into the inner sea once again.
On his first night, the nightmares came. He did not know if they were new or if he had them before, but they felt somehow familiar.
He had dreams of waves of energy covering the land, of strange runes, and of bright lights. When he awoke, he found that the symbols from his dreams were the same as those on his body.
Months passed, he had the same type of dreams every night. They were always different, but the same runic writing and psychedellic colors and waves of energy.
He wandered the wilds and the countryside, foraging for food and trying to figure it all out.
One day, he found himself staring down the largest bear he had ever seen. He had no weapons, no armor, but he knew one thing. He was hungry, and he was desperate. Makos grabbed the best he could find, a fallen branch, and charged the boar.
The boar charged back.
The two fought for several minutes, and it seemed Makos had met his match. It was at this moment that the rage that had freed him from his captivity took over. He viciously attacked the boar,, and it started to flee. Makos tried to stand, but his legs were cut and broken.
Makos screamed at the boar, cursing its existence, he channeled all of his pain into his rage. Much to his surprise, the boar fell over dead.
The boar was dead, but he knew he would still die alone in the woods.
Once again, he let his anger overwhelm him. He cursed that his legs had failed him. He cursed the boar that did this to him.
He decided to try to stand again, but could not. He grabbed his leg in pain and the pain was gone. His wounds were healing in front of his eyes.
For several hours, he sat in awe and fear of what haoppened. Maybe the mad doctor was right all along? Maybe he was able to channel his rage into magic?
That night he ate the pig, and he turned the skin to leather. He made a mask from the face of the boar and used it as a reminder of the pain that brought him freedom.
Now, many years later, Makos has mastered his pain.
He still enters burts of rage, but now they are his command. He still taps into the magic of his inner strength, but now it is when he chooses.
He still has the dreams, and does not fully understand them, but one by one, the runes are making sense.
Where will this lead him? He does not know. What he does know is that he can make this world a better place. He can use these powers to make sure other families are never ripped apart. He can make sure no one preys on the weak or uneducated for their own gain.