Okay, so here we go:
Daske Reishardt. No backstory yet, I'll be working on that right after I post this.
EDIT: Now with more backstory (found below as well, if anyone's interested in reading. it's REALLY long)
[spoiler]Daske was born in the large trade-city Gammenbonne to the Northwest just above the mountain river Telsharn. The foothills of the White Ascalmar mountain range lay just beyond the western walls of the city. Daske was orphaned before he was a year old, but already he was able to speak dozens of words, albeit in a language no one in the city could understand. It wasn't a month before he was speaking the common language at an impressive rate. By then he spoke rarely of his parents, but he remembered little.
He quickly gained renown throughout the city, first for his odd natural aptitude for language, and then as that lost its charm for his impressive strength. Although, as he came into his teen years, evidence of his strange heritage manifested itself and he was branded a freak. A single, glowing runic character appeared hovering by his head and orbited it slowly. Not many were openly prejudiced against him, but it was clear that doors that were once open were now shut to him. He fell into obscurity and a brief period of homelessness and squalid poverty. But, he found with some personal effort and concentration that he could suppress the presence of his sigil. As he perfected this new skill, and after changing the name his adoptive parents gave him, Daske re-entered the Gammenbonne scene.
Daske developed a reputation as an efficient and focused mercenary, hiring his services out as a sellsword and strongman. He made more than a respectable man's wages, and things seemed to be looking on the up and up for Daske when he was recognized by a man he was meant to kill. The man claimed to know who he was, what his sigil meant, and - most bizarre of all - that he was Daske's grandfather. The man told Daske that he would teach him a special brand of "magic" only if he would spare his life and flee town with him. Daske's decision was swift and life-changing.
The two sped out of town immediately and took quiet routes that Daske's "grandfather" specified. Soon the man made good on his promise however, outlining for Daske the barest basics of a principle he called Mind Magic. As they continued hiding by day and moving at night, Daske learned how to focus his mind, and to steel himself against such mundane adversity as pain and such esoteric danger as something the man called a Mind Blast. The man vowed that Daske would one day make an exemplar "Psychic Warrior" by learning to channel his physical strength into his mental arts and combining his gifts into a powerful brand of psychological warfare.
Daske and his companion left nary a trail; however, they were all the time pursued by Daske's former employers. Daske's "grandfather" had powerful enemies and would stop at nothing to put the both of them into the ground. They evaded their foes for the next few years and Daske had learned much about this Mind Magic, but he still was unable to "manifest" its power when they were caught on a warm, part-sun evening. Daske and his "grandfather" slew many, Daske with his mighty swordarm, and the other man with surprising agility and overwhelming mental power made manifest. In the end, the enemy's numbers were too great. Daske's "grandfather" was killed by a wicked crossbow bolt as they ran, and Daske, well, Daske continued to run.
He's been running for another year after that, but hasn't had any other encounters. He now finds himself in a small, quiet town in the center of many trade routes, attempting to lay low. Recently he's finally manifested real evidence of his "grandfather's" promises of power. Daske is able to glimpse into a myriad of possible immediate futures, something he's taken to calling "shatterpoints," but it only seems to assist him with dangerous, combat situations. Though, in Daske's line of work, that seems to be a pretty daily occurrence.[/spoiler]