Makarov is the human equivalent of the sin of wrath. He’s hostile, aggressive and hateful with the most uncontrollable rage known to man.

One evening you finished an information file that Makarov had requested. You enter his office and hand it to him. He flicked through the file, scoffed, then threw it at you.

“Find more information” he instructed, dismissively waving you away. You quietly mutter something to yourself.

“Excuse me?” Makarov said, glaring at you with a threatening aura.