||Name|| Kyle Gunner Anderson
||Age|| 19 (11/22) Sag.
||Race|| Angel Born
||Magic|| Sixth Sense- Deep sense for danger/impending doom, this often allows him to easily sidestep accidents and danger. Sharp senses including sight, sound, touch, to a degree that he can predict certain things based on feeling. Unknown skill with archery and sharpshooting. Golden gun-  utilized by pointing the fingers in a gun shape. It is unable to harm humans in any way and appears as a shot of light carrying the sound of thunder by God’s light and grace. 

||Appearance||
[hair color] Dark chocolate brown
[eye color] Gray
[height] 5’11
[body build] Lithe, strong legs from track and cross country, sharp jaw and curved nose.
[weight] 162 lbs.

||Personality||
Spacey kid. Infinitely curious and trusting of others, however, will dip at the slightest inkling something is off. This makes him quite flighty, always hopping around, befriending new people and disappearing without a moments notice. Friendly, helpful, kind hearted. Though many read his jumpiness as overt anxiety. 

||History||
As a child Kyle was very timid due to the overwhelming feeling of his perception. Often weeping upon meeting new people, especially the men his father worked with. Sensing the moral disparity and finding fear in that. Schooling further exacerbated the issue until his parents divorce and the subsequent turn to God his mother took up. It was at church that he realized perhaps the feelings in him were that of a guide. A Holy Spirit if you would. A divine intervention. As he got older, it was easier to control the feelings that welled up and Kyle convinced himself it was more anxiety than a gift, leading to his leaving the Church at six-teen. 

Kyle has a very stereotypical upbringing, divorced parents on amicable terms. Moving from home to home. His mother Marie is a traveling nurse so the frequency in which his living location changed is a bit abnormal. This unknowingly kept him from the clutches of demon kind. Being homeschooled and rather isolated eased the burden of his gift. At eighteen, with a college chosen, Kyle finally settled in a dorm and for the first time in recent memory he was in one location for longer than six months. This is when he first felt the feeling of being hunted, a prickling sensation. As if he were prey. Since then he has dropped out of college and has been hopping about different cities in an old Corolla, picking up part time work and hoping to escape the feeling of dread. 

||Current Alignment||
Chaotic Good- Attempting to find a place in this world that feels peaceful.

||Miscellaneous||
Kyle currently works at a pizza parlor doing deliveries.