Though I am a sculptor for this topic, I thought it'd be nice to share my story. I will be tweaking it because I did not have time to word everything the way I would have liked, but you'll get the idea from what you read. If you wish to read the improved version, check back in a day or two. ~Exidaun [b]*Name:[/b] Exidaun [b]*Race:[/b] Human [b]*Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 36 at death (Pre-Collapse) [b]*Class:[/b] Warlock [b]Faction:[/b] New Monarchy [b]*Description:[/b] A strong, honorable man who always consider the consequences of his actions, whether they are for better or worse. [b]*Physical Description:[/b] 6', athletic build, short brown hair, 5 o'clock shadow, golden eyes, scar beginning from the bridge of his nose continuing to the middle of his right cheek (shrapnel from a fragmentation grenade). [b]*Personality:[/b] Exidaun takes responsibility for his actions and for his entire squad. He believes in doing what you think is right, rather than following orders (i.e. leaving behind 50+ civilians in the midst of a war). He takes time to think over his actions and he always assesses the situation, calculating every detail, finding every weak point, marking every escape route and predicting every possible outcome. [b]Backstory:[/b] Exidaun was a pilot for a military fighter jet in his past life. He lead his squad, the Golden Jackals, into a covert operation with their jets disguised as enemy jets. Their objective was to infiltrate enemy grounds and rescue their captive squad-mate. Deep within enemy lines, they were ambushed and over-powered by the brute force of the assault, leading to a crash landing in the midst of enemy territory. Exidaun survived the crash and realized there must have been a mole in their operation, but who, he had no clue. His sole concern now was getting out of there alive. To cover up his survival, Exidaun found the nearest enemy soldier, silently put him to rest, and threw his body into the wreckage. With the now deceased soldier's uniform, he proceeded to 'patrol' the area and search for intel that may reveal the location of his dear friend, and fellow pilot. Little did Exidaun know, the very pilot he came to rescue, was the mole. Eli Carter, the man Exidaun once called friend, had betrayed him and his entire squad. He was never a friend, he was an inside man, sent by the enemy to rid of Exidaun's squad because of their prior performances in action. Every move Exidaun made following the crash was being watched by Eli and the enemy, which ultimately lead to a long skirmish, and Exidaun's death in the battlefield. Exidaun wasn't always his name. Upon his revival by his Ghost, he had remembered most from his past life, what he hadn't remembered was returned over time, all but his name... Realizing he had lost his name, he named himself after a memory. A memory of his first Black Ops assignment, code-named Project Exidaun. [b]Weapons and Equipment:[/b] Exidaun prefers to use assault rifles, SMG's, LMG's and hand cannons. He likes his armor to represent him, something that looks nice, but not too flashy. He devastates the battlefield with his Nova Bombs. [b]Strengths and Weaknesses:[/b] Though he may be a noble and respectable man, his motives to kill those who raided his home town will lead him down a difficult road. [b]Likes and Dislikes: [/b] He find great honor in protecting the weak or less fortunate and loves to listen to music in the heat of battle. He also took and interest in relics and artifacts from the Golden Age as well as art. [b]Relationships:[/b] Exidaun was married in his prior life, his sole purpose is to find peace in the Universe and reunite himself with his wife in this life. (He later finds as a Guardian that his home town was overrun by Fallen, and comes to the conclusion that his wife was killed in the take over). [b]Goals and Dreams:[/b] To rid the world of evil like Eli Carter and to restore balance and recover lost relics and technologies from the Golden Age. He also vows to find and kill the leader of the Fallen faction that destroyed his home town. [b]Achievements and Awards:[/b] The Air Force Cross, Medal of Honor (Air Force) for emergency evac. of over 50 civilians and his squad in the midst of an all out war-zone. He and his crew single-handedly pushed back the forces of almost an entire army of rebels to clear an L.Z. for the rescue choppers. [b]Miscellaneous:[/b] Motto-"Only the dead see the end of war... I've been there." Nickname- Merc (subject to change) Ship Name: Laughing Jackal

[b]*Name:[/b] Sarah Shepard [b]*Race:[/b] Human [b]*Gender[/b]: Female [b]Age[/b]: 92, Just prior to the end of the Golden Age [b]*Class[/b]: Hunter [b]Faction[/b]: FWC [b]*Description[/b]: A strong independent woman who takes her heritage and duty seriously. [b]*Physical Description[/b]: Above average height with an athletic build. Her fiery hair was kept fairly short and almost permanently tucked behind her ears. Her green eyes sparkle like emeralds. [b]*Personality[/b]: Duty is kept higher than all else in her life. She tries to be diplomatic and sensitive at times. Prefers to lead by example than to shout orders from behind, treats all those under her command like family. [b]Backstory[/b]: My family has a long history steeped in war and combat, I wouldn't be surprised to hear one of my ancestors was Boadicea. I was the first in the family to be born on Mars and my path in life was set for me. When I came of age I was shipped off to Earth. There I spent years undertaking Officer training in Academies, like West Point and Sandhurst. Learning all there was to learn in the Arts of War. Topping the Leaderboards in the Combat sims. I then participated in exercises on Venus, Mercury and aboard various ships, the "Virtus sine macula" being worthy of note. Made many friends along the way. Then I got assigned to the Martian Dust Devils. Finally, returning home. My parents were proud of what their daughter has become and achieved. I kept be reunion brief and set off to met the men and women of the MDD. The Barracks was silent and the air filled with anxious anticipation. I calmly walk into the room, silently inspecting the troops. Eyeing them up I make my way out. Before exiting the room I leave them a little order "Rest up, tomorrow we train". The next day was mostly sparring, which then lead to playful friendly gambling. I made a pretty penny and the respect of the MDD after beating them all in hand to hand combat. The next few weeks we spent training out in the sand and rock ridden wilderness. With occasional guard duty at the defence stations with them. All I had known to this point was Leadership, combat and duty. Which all changed when one of the defence towers went offline during guard duty. I called for a City Technician to come down and work his magic to repair it. Out from the sandstorm that kicked up while waiting for him comes this scrawny guy. I was surprised the winds hadn't swept him off. We retreated into the tower safe from further sandblasting. I escorted him to his destination in the heart of the tower. He took of his helmet and spoke "Well here's your problem" as he points at some machinery and turns to look at me. The world around seems to fade and this alien feeling erupts from the pit of my gut, the depths of my heart and from within my very soul. I started to feel myself getting lost in his deep blue eyes. I blink to break the trance, stumbling on my words "ahem, umm, yeah the damn sand gets everywhere". He replies with a chuckle "Yeah don't tell me about it. Right, I'll have to fix the filtration systems then come back and fix this, shouldn't take to long as these facilities are well supplied". I went back to guard duty, the storm out had settled down by then. Hours pass and the feelings from earlier had just about faded. When he comes out from the tower, and walks over to me. "Well that's that done, hey, I was wonder if, err, you'd like to come to the Martian Ball tonight at the city hall?" he asks. "Yes, I would love to" I reply quickly before he leaves. I watch from my post as he walks away doing a little jig halfway. I hear the others s-blam!-ing, "Jealous much?" I snap back, "Aww don't be like that Sarah, we're thrilled for ya, we really are" they quickly excuse themselves. The end of our guard duty and onto off duty hours, when the realisation hit me. I had nothing other than Military issued clothing. Thankfully the women of the MDD were at hand and rearing to help. Watching the clock I felt time slip away we tried different styles and combinations. Finally everyone agreed to a lovely short white dress. The girls gave me a quick cheer and the men wolf whistled as I went off to the City hall. Taking the maze of tunnels to avoid the sand I arrive at the City Hall. Climbing the steps into the ballroom, I'm greeted by many of the higher order including the mayor. Some of them even offered a dance, to which i declined declaring "I'm meeting someone else here". I felt uncomfortable in the ballroom while scanning the room for him. For the first time in my life I didn't have to be the great officer or serious soldier ive been groomed to be. I grabbed a glass of wine from a waiter and continued scanning for him. Then I found him, stood leaning against a column. Dressed in an ornate officer like uniform. I speedily walk over to him, "Hello?" I ask as I bend over slightly to look in those blue eyes once more as he stares into the floor. "Oh, Hi, I didn't think you were coming. Forgive me, I never formally introduced myself. My name is Scott Hunter Civil Technician as your service. I must say you look beautifully wonderful" he answers, "Sarah Shepard, CO of the Martian Dust Devils, you scrub up well too" I compliment back. The Orchestra change song, "Oh I love this song" he exclaims with excitement. He puts his drink down and stretches out his hand, "Care for a dance" he invitingly asks. "Of course" as I put my drink down and take his hand. He leads me to the ballroom floor. Minutes turn into seconds as we dance under the glass domed ceiling and star lit sky. As the song climaxes we stand still held firmly in one another embrace. Suddenly the room is lit up with a fireworks display. "I want to show you something" he says to me as he leads me off to a dark observatory room. "Stand, right, here" He guides me before continuing with "I come here often to just stare out into the night sky" as he opens the window shutters. His communicator rings, ruining the moment "Sorry I have to go, one of your boys is having trouble with a tower" he explains, "I will see you again?". "Yes, I had a lovely time, thank you" I answer. Returning to the barracks in a swooning haze, I fall into my bed. I wake up the next day to violent thundering quakes and dust dislodging from the ceiling. My door opens and one of the troops bursts in yelling "We're under attack, we need you now!". I rush into action getting changed into my uniform and donning my armour. Stopping off at the armoury to pick up my Handcannon, sniper rifle and MG. I quick march to the surface and met up with most of the MDD. I give out orders to protect the civilians and get them underground asap. As soon as I finish a landing pod screams overhead. I run over to it and search for survivors. But I run out of luck, finding only charred bodies and a gaping hole in the side of the pod. Roughly 30mins pass and the MDD all met up again having gotten most of the civilian populace underground. Reports from other Martian forces speak of enemy landings. We rush off to meet the invaders. No training prepared me for my first contact, a giant stood before me poised to strike. Without warning its head explodes and alien blood sprays all over the place. I look to where the shot came from to see a scrawny civilian donning military armour and a scout rifle. I quickly recruited him into the MDD and we had many encounters that day. Each one left us with less in number. I saw we were doomed but the scrawny one's determination and lack of hesitation, despite his lack of training has decided to pick up arms and fight to the death. This spurred me on, inspired me to not let down and give up. Eventually our number down to 42 and we made our last stand. "Fix bayonets!" I bellow, the MDD begin to fit their bayonets and step up to the self drawn line. I take one more breath and shout out "Charge!". We charge the enemy looming closer, clashing in fantastic fashion. For every one we lost we made sure 10 of them fell too. Eventually we numbered 2, me and the new guy. We lash out shooting again and again. He ditches his rifle, drawing his pistol and knife. Suddenly i feel immense pain in my chest, then cold, so very cold. I look down to see a giant sword impaling me. Gunshots ring out from behind, peppering the creature that stabbed me. I watch it fall as I feel myself fall. He catches me and begins a chant, it was that very moment i realised who the new guy was. I felt myself fading, comforted in his soothing voice. Then the blackest of voids....What I wouldn't do to just hear that voice one more time. [b]Weapons and Equipment[/b]: She likes to protect herself without overburdening herself, Handcannons and Sniper rifles are her mainstay weapons with a MG for sustained fire. [b]Strengths and Weakness[/b]: Strong leadership qualities and adept at combat. Deaths of her subordinates hit her harder than most, seeing each one as a failure on her part. [b]Likes and Dislikes[/b]: Likes: Waltz, Jokes, successful missions with 0 casualties. Dislikes: Deaths of her subordinates, Men treating her like glass or with disrespect. [b]Relationships[/b]: Fell in love with a Civil Technician and never got the chance to even kiss him before dying and losing him. [b]Goals and Dreams[/b]: To find that one guy again and avenge her death. [b]Achievements and Awards[/b]: Got the highest success rate in the Command simulators of all time I may have put a bit more into this one than the others.....so much so that I didn't realise what the time was and its 2:30am and I should have been in bed at 10am if im to wake up on time later.

[b]*Name:[/b] Scott Hunter [b]*Race:[/b] Exo [b]*Gender[/b]: Male [b]Age[/b]: 72 prior to death, post finding of the traveller [b]*Class[/b]: Warlock [b]Faction[/b]: Dead Orbit [b]*Description[/b]: Hunter is obsessed with ideals of Honour and Protection of the weak. Should a guardian's strength begin to wane, he'll be in like a shot to pick them up and dust them off. He may seem like he charges in without forethought, but he studies his enemies before making that mad dash. When not in combat, he'll prefer to rest somewhere quiet and read on long lost or recently found knowledge. He may seem cold and calloused but within his metallic body is the lost human soul longing for revenge on those that killed his loved one. And with there revenge hopes to find her in the next world. [b]*Physical Description[/b]: His exoskeleton is mostly black with red markings. For an Exo he isn't as bulky as the others, retaining his scrawny look from his previous life. A pendant loosely hangs around his neck and etched into his chest plate is a poem: "My heart skips a beat every time I see you, And when I don't, it stops My heart sings every time I hear your voice, And when I don't, it remains silent My heart soars into the sky every time we touch, And when we don't, it falls on broken wings With you, my heart lives on, Without you, it dies." [spoiler]This poem is one I actually wrote. It marks as the first poem I ever wrote.[/spoiler] [b]*Personality[/b]: Silent, deadly silent. He will speak when and if he warms up to another or when he requires something. When he does he tends to be kind and courteous. [b]Backstory[/b]: I died like how all good and honourable men should, on their feet and in battle. I wasn't much more than a scrawny grunt, cannon fodder on the frontlines to thrown into the meat grinder of war. Before they came, I had finished my education on earth. Sent to mars to work on various machines, mostly on the hydro farms. I met and befriended many people but only one stood out, Sarah Shepard. I was called out to fix a defence tower, one she just happened to be on guard duty for. I had seen her out and about but I don't know, I guess I never had the courage to just walk up to her and ask her out on a date. She probably had a 101ways to kill a man drilled into her head. But this time I called upon all I had and asked her to the Martian Ball. I waited for some time and started to think she wasn't going to make it. Out of nowhere she appears and she looked amazing. I had asked the conductor of the orchestra to play a specific song I liked and could dance to when she appeared. When the song started playing I lead her out to the floor and we danced under the stars. The broadcast came the next day, declaring my new home to be under attack by foreign entities. The sonic booms still audible within my reinforced and sandblasted hovel. Instead of following evacuation procedure I looted the corpse of the Martian Defence Force. He no longer needed his equipment. Armed with a scout rifle I set out to take as many down before I fell myself. My first kill was that of a higher being in their hierarchy, simultaneously saving a member of the higher echelon of the Martian Dust Devils. Safe to say I was quickly drafted. We had several skirmishes later that day, each one left the MDD fewer in number. The city still stood though battered and broken. We were the last ones standing to see the next day, 42 of us. The enemy surrounded us, and the Commanding officer I saved the day previously asked me "Why did you decide to stay and fight and resist the urge to run?". With certainty and with no shadow of doubt I reply "How can a man die better?" Then the raid sirens boomed out their unnerving whirring. The sand gains height as the wind sweeps in. Silhouettes in the in the rising storm march ever closer. The clatter of metal and muttering of whispers as the men and women check their weapons and speak their prayers. We step up to the self drawn line. The CO takes a deep breath before belting out "Fix bayonets!", another clatter of metal as they attach their bayonets. I had already fixed mine, I knew what was to come. The CO takes another breath and belts out her last order "CHARGE!" Manically as a wall of human flesh and worn armour, churning out bullets into enemy after enemy. Our distance closes even closer as the enemy charges us. I sink my bayonet into many of them one after the other. Despite this we fell one by one. Eventually it was just me and the CO. I discarded by rifle, my ammo had run out. Unsheathing my knife and upholstering my sidearm, I shot and slash with the last of my energy. Suddenly I feel a warm spray upon my back. I turn around to see the CO impaled upon a oversized sword. I stride over to her shooting wildly into the creatures head. It falls dead but before the CO falls to the ground I catch her. Kneeling down and resting her body against mine. Her helmet falls off revealing it to be Sarah. I try to calm her mind and ease her passing while my tears poured out and mixed with the blood and Martian dirt "Honour the dead, And fight for the living For united we...." I never got to finish it before I was awoken. Though my awakening was more harrowing than those events. I felt cold and stiff, I brought my hands into view, gone was the flesh of organics. Replaced by a cold inorganic exoskeleton, not sure if any part of me was left. "Exo" they called me, not that I cared. I remained silent, focused. My sight set on those who took her away and myself from me. A timid Mechanic shuffles over to me and stretches out her arm and unfolds her hand, revealing a pendant. Like one similar to Sarah's, I take it giving the mechanic a silent nod of acknowledgment. I take a knee at that very spot and swear an oath: "I shall avenge you, And find you in the next world, But for now I shall Honour the dead, And fight for the living, For united we stand, and divided they'll fall". [b]Weapons and Equipment[/b]: Light Armour, Scout Rifles, Shotguns/Fusion Rifles, MGs/Rocket launchers. Though he switches his ability to meet the situation, he is fond of his blink ability. [b]Strengths and Weakness[/b]: Though he's driven by honour and is methodical in his approach to combat. He's unquenchable hatred of those that killed him and the one he loved will remove all that. [b]Likes and Dislikes[/b]: He like protect the weak or those unable to properly protect themselves, he likes various forms of music, mostly heavy metal. He abhors those that prey on the weak, and rap music in general. [b]Relationships[/b]: He fell in love with his CO during the attack on Mars. They didn't get much time as she was taken from him before he could declare his love for her. [b]Goals and Dreams[/b]: His goal is the death of the race that killed the CO and himself and dreams of seeing her again. [b]Achievements and Awards[/b]: He received acknowledgement for the Defense of Mars city. Even though the defence failed in the end. [b]Miscellaneous[/b]: "Virtus Sine Macula" which means Virtue without blemish.

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Name Kingofservants *Race Exo *Gender Male Age Unknown *Class Titan Faction Dead orbit *Description: in battle there is only sweet painful death for the enemy out of battle sweet serenity in peaceful exploration *Physical Description: bolts and screws some chipped paint and a busted carburetor *Personality: isolationist, if contacted respectful. Backstory: orphaned at birth raised by military, military broke down started murder for hire was hired to kill myself,then the ghost found me and here I am. Weapons and Equipment: rocket boom boom and fusion rifles, master hand cannon Strengths and Weaknesses: no fear, Achilles heel Likes and Dislikes:likes killing hates living Relationships: Dead orbit Goals and Dreams: to be feared by all and live in infamy by the killing of innocents. Achievements and Awards: Purple battery Miscellaneous: Just like the speeding wind you can't catch me, just like the raging fire you can't contain me, just like the rushing water you can't stop me,I am the ruler of all,follower of none,I AM KING!!!!!,Dragon rider-two steps from he'll, "Black Tempest "

[b]*Name:[/b] John Collins [b]*Race:[/b] Awoken [b]*Gender[/b]: Male [b]Age[/b]: 118, Just prior to the end of the Golden Age [b]*Class[/b]: Titan [b]Faction[/b]: FWC [b]*Description[/b]: A sarcastic happy go lucky tank of a man. [b]*Physical Description[/b]: He's fairly tall with a strong build. His Awoken complexion is pale white. [b]*Personality[/b]: Loud, proud and carefree. Will happily charge into combat with a ecstatic glee [b]Backstory[/b]: I was born 118years before the collapse. Dropped out of the education system and got picked up by the military. After several months of basic training came selection. I didn't care what I got selected for but I knew what I got selected for was just right for me. What was I selected for you ask? Gunnery, spent a few years training and conditioning for space based gunnery. After graduation I was assigned to the MDF Frigate "Virtus sine macula". She was a beauty, construction finished a week or so before I graduated. I still remember getting the assignment and going to the shipyards to see for myself. She was an average sized ship for her class but had more guns than any of them. Her main purpose was chip away at other cruiser or larger sized vessels in aid of another vessel, while simultaneously providing fire support against bombers and fighters. Of course being the golden age meant we never saw any action but we did a few thousand patrols, some going past Neptune's orbit. That changed when they arrived though. I was on shore leave with most of the crew, drinking Pan-Solaria Gargle Blasters and general relaxation. The message was covertly handed to the crews on leave to avoid panic. Though Im sure a few people noticed the mass of people climbing into shuttles and escaping the atmosphere. The crew met up at the spaceport and we herded onto the shuttles like lambs to the slaughter, in some archaic sense of irony. Normally escaping atmo is thrilling but this time the guys on my shuttle weren't having any of my jokes. The shuttle lands on the interior flight deck, the ramp drops down and a member of the flight crew signals us off. Klaxons and red lights fill the ships interiors. The crew scrambles to their lockers to suit up and get to their stations. Like ants rushing to the defence of their hive, we push and shove our way through the doors. Suiting up I hear the Captain making a proud speech over the speakers. I dont take any notice of it but the eerie silence that followed was unavoidable. The ship shudders as the pilots open the throttle. I make a mad dash for my station stopping in the middle of the room to make my own little speech; "Never to fear, for I am here, so pick up your gun and lets have some FUN!". "Get to your station gunner" the Gunnery Chief bellows at me. I get into my station tapping a friend on the shoulder, "Hey, you know today is a good day to die!" I tell him quoting a favourite film of mine. We both share a quick giggle before turning our terminals on. The Frigates turrets were remote controlled, when a turret was lost the gunner of that turret becomes the spotter for the rest. My screen lights up, cluttered with the contacts of the fleet. I begin my weapons tests aiming the turret all over the place. When suddenly a ping appears, an unknown contact appears. Then another one and another, i glance around the room at the other stations seeing their screens covered in unknown contacts. The friendly dreadnaught sat before me opens fire, the spinally mounted fusion cannon rips an enemy contact apart. Suddenly missiles explode upon its hull and the hulls of other ships, peppering them in fire. The fleet launches its 2nd barrage, fighters and bombers are launched to face the enemy, the "Virtus sine macula" accelerates towards the enemy with some of the fleet while the Dreadnaughts continue firing. The cruisers open all of their cruise missile silos launching them en mass at the enemy. Suddenly Im called into combat, scans of the enemy ships reveal potential weaknesses. I pelt multiple large calibre HEAP rounds in a ship and watch as the munitions aboard it explode, "1" i exclaim. I switch targets to a slightly bigger kind. I shoot round after round whilst watching the fleets tear each other apart. "154" I exclaim, the "Virtus sine macula" had remained unblemished at this point. That is until the ship shook violently which was followed by the exclamation of "We're hit!". A second, third and forth shudder and the evac order is given. A final mad dash to the escape pods around the corner. I jump into the first available pod as the last occupant the door closes behind. My friend frantically taps on the window. I try and shout through the glass "Hey this ones occupied get the next one!". I strap myself into the seat and prepare for the insane acceleration. One of the other occupants hits the big round button and punts us into oblivion. The pods are programmed to head to the nearest station or planet, this case it was Mars. Off we zoomed to that red dust ball of a planet, a few hundred metres from the edge of the planets atmosphere a stray shot grazes the pod. Despite being a graze it left a bit of a hole. I dont remember landing. [b]Weapons and Equipment[/b]: Heavier the armour the better, Auto rifles, shotguns and rocket launchers. [b]Strengths and Weakness[/b]: Pure brute strength and wont let bad times get him down. Accident prone and prone to upsetting some with his insensitive humour. [b]Likes and Dislikes[/b]: Likes: Guns, Pan-Solaria Gargle Blaster and boobs. Dislikes: Frowny faces, people spilling his drinks and cowards [b]Relationships[/b]: Many friends whether they are still alive or not remains to be seen [b]Goals and Dreams[/b]: To cheer some of the frowny faces around the tower and defeat the greatest evils in the name of Fun. [b]Achievements and Awards[/b]: Having the highest confirmed kill count aboard the "Virtus sine macula" [b]Miscellaneous[/b]: Motto: Never to fear for I am here so pick your gun and lets have some fun.

I'll be doing this on my iPod, since my computer is incapacitated at the moment, so bear with me here. Name: Connor Known Alias: Ouroboros Race: Exo Class: Warlock, while currently a mastering solar energy among the other Fireslingers, Connor has been seen around the Tower trying to harness Arc energy as well. Being Exo, this has led to several, obvious complications. Description: Unlike most Exo, Connors frame is light and thin, suggesting more of a tactical purpose. Less heavy plating, and more exposed diodes and servos make him less suitable for direct conflict, using the travellers energy to boost his overall speed and recovery instead. The metals used throughout his frame are foreign to earth, giving a soft blue undertone to his plating, as well as a violet glow to his eyes. Personality: A walking archive is what most guardians use to describe Connor. In all aspects he is curious about what he doesn't know, and is very nature has him seek information no matter where he goes. His ghost has mused "the day I met Connor, he sounded like a child, curious about everything. It is annoying, sometimes." He is also very compassionate towards humanity and his fellow guardians, he has been seen arguing with the crucible director on multiple occasions for making guardians fight for sport while they fight for their very existence. Backstory: Connor has little recollection of his life prior to his ghost awakening. He was found in an old laboratory morgue on earth, surrounded by ancient corpses. The only clue he has of his past is a data pad containing experiment notes stating that he was brought to earth after being found among the rubble of another laboratory on Venus, shortly after it was razed by Vex. Connor hopes to return there to find out what happened there. Weapons: Connor is never one to go guns blazing into a horde, preferring instead to keep a fair distance and support his fire team as needed. His fascination for the golden age weaponry usually pulls him away from the normal ballistic affair, using fusion rifles or a good scout rifle. His understanding of enemy weak points allows him to use precision weapons effectively, so his usual go to gun is semi automatic rifles or a hand cannon. Likes: humans, his ghost, knowledge in all it's forms, books. Dislikes: the crucible, the Speaker, the darkness, the vex. Strengths: is an effective team player, making sure that he and his team are well protected and supplied if possible. Able to exploit the environment to his advantage and expose enemy weaknesses. Weaknesses: his innate curiosity and compassion can be distracting, enough so that it may pull him away from combat or incapacitating himself trying to help a teammate. Achievements: none to note, though his capacity for knowledge is unsurpassed, and his experimentation with arc energy is promising. Goals: to uncover his past, as well as the Exos. To be the first warlock to use arc energy for combat purposes. Anything I miss?

[b]Name:[/b] Phoenix [b]Race:[/b] Awoken [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] I look young, at least. [b]Class:[/b] I am a [b]warlock[/b] and by following the travelers teachings, I have the ability to regenerate myself after being incapacitated, and increase my abilities exponentially as well for a limited period of time. Also known as [b]Firesinger[/b] [b]Description:[/b] I am like a bird of prey, I attack with distance, taking them unexpected with speed and precision whether that distance be up close or far away. I tend to not make mistakes, and I jump at the chance when my enemy falters. I am frightening, or so I hear. When I am rarely off the battlefield I tend to relax in the grass on top of the tower, looking below at the city and the mysterious traveler and just thinking about a bunch of things. Who was I before I came here? [b]Physical Description:[/b] I am not very strong myself and rely on the most part of the travelers light to increase my strength beyond what it could ever hope to be with mortal flesh. I am an Awoken, my body is blue and my hair is white but do not let that fool you, under my skin lies the burning, undying, and all powerful flame of the immortal phoenix. You can see it in my bright orange eyes. Right now I'm testing out different armors, maybe I'll get back to you on that. [b]Personality:[/b] I am mainly a lone wolf who likes to do my own thing, but I can ever only do so much. Sometimes I find myself in need to work with strangers; it's fine so long as they know what they're doing. Um, I tend to remain silent, and nobody has ever called me gentle. [b]Back-story:[/b] There really isn't one yet, I woke up not too long ago. [b]My preferred weapons are precision.[/b] I like to use Pistols, scout rifles, pulse, the occasional assault rifle, sniper rifles, I love shotguns too, and I really prefer machine guns. I don't understand why anyone would use a rocket launcher. Like I said I'm still working on equipment. I have chosen the firesinger specialty, or rather I guess you could say it chose me. [b]My strengths[/b] are accuracy, strategy, never giving up, agility, and my regeneration. [b]My weaknesses[/b] are that sometimes I go too far into enemy territory and get outnumbered, I'll repeat that I said sometimes, my armor is also quite low so I need to move through cover quickly to compensate, or catch the enemy off guard. If you really wanted to kill me a tip would be to not let me shoot first. [b]Likes and dislikes:[/b] I love - precision, careful planning, birds, exploration, silence, fire, being immortal, my little ghost friend, cool weapon functions apparent on exotic gear, the satisfaction of a head-shot, relaxing. I'll stop here. I dislike - titans, weakness, greed, wasting ammo and time on the battlefield, rocket launchers, crowded areas, the darkness. [b]Relationships[/b] - I like everybody, and I'm a sucker for compliments, especially from well respected people, but I do like my me time, and the only ones I love all have brand names. [b]Goals and dreams[/b] - Hmm, I guess there is one more thing I like and that is hearing the battle stories of those in the tower, how they managed to go up against nearly insurmountable odds and came out on top. About their hopes and dreams and their goals. I want to experience these things, create them with others and even hear more from other guardians. The lives of others interests me and makes me wonder how I was before I was recruited. And the darkness wants to take it all away. I guess it's not something that I want to happen it's more of something that will. I am going to end the darkness. [b]Awards and achievements[/b] - not that I really care but my accomplishments on the battlefield even now are too numerous to count. If I had a [b]motto or a saying[/b] I guess it would be this. I guess I have a sense of humor from who knows where. "You can't win. If you strike me down now I shall become more powerful than you could possibly imagine." Heh, I just chose one that kind of fit the phoenix persona.

Name: Sama Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 30 by the time of the Fall. Class: Hunter Faction: Undecided Description: This guardian is about shooting first, asking questions later. He loves the idea of getting off Earth, and has an unusual fascination with visiting Jupiter. Physical Description: Undecided. Personality: This guardian is just as likely to point out all religious subtexts in his travels as he is shooting enemies. He prefers strength in numbers, as long as he gets to mow down some enemies. He considers it a kind of sport, or a game. Backstory: He was trying to establish an ice cream business when things started to go south. He joined the guardians in order to clear up a spot to start his own business. Weapons and Equipment: Rapid fire weapon, shotgun and a sniper rifle. Strengths and Weaknesses: He tends to get distracted by pretty things. But if he is interrupted, he isn't afraid of charging through whoever interrupted him. Likes and Dislikes: He likes ice cream and sweets in general. Hates liars and raisins. Is okay with teamwork as long as it's with competent people Relationships: He is competitive with others when it comes to kill counts, and usually sees especially competent teammates as rivals. He has a crush on a specific YouTube violinist celebrity of centuries past. Goals and Dreams: He dreams about providing people with ice cream across the Solar System and become the exclusive owner of an intergalactic chain, and he's willing to wipe out any menace anywhere to set up a shop. Also, human survival would help get him a reputation and customers. Achievements and Awards: Most obsessed about ice cream. Miscellaneous: Did I mention ice cream? He gives his weapons dessert names and his ship is called the Popsicle. He also shouts random nonsense when he's in the middle of combat. He especially likes to say "I'll make you scream!" in battle. So yeah, any help from the sculptors is welcome.

*Name: Xeros *Race: Awoken *Gender: Male Age: 28 *Class: Warlock Faction: Xeros claims to not be affiliated with any faction but some say they have seen him at secret Dead Orbit meetings. *Description: Xeros is one of few Firesinger Warlocks. He loves being the healer/support of the group and is always there to revive his teammates. He can be a bit reckless at times, running across the field in front of a Devil Walker to revive his fallen comrade on the other side, but due to his quick reflexes and high armor and health recovery, he usually makes it to his teammate just fine. *Physical Description: Xeros stands at 6 ft with a decent muscular build but more or less an average body type. His white hair is long but well kept and part of it extends down one half of his face. Xeros' most recognizable trait is his piercing yellow eyes. They appear haunted and tormented but the rest of his face is one that is welcoming and cheerful. Xeros has an unusual scar that runs from below his ear to the mid section of his neck. He will usually be seen wearing black and white clothing though he his known for his noticeable bond worn on his arm. It shows a bright yellow orb surrounded by smaller orbs rotating around it, as if it is a replica of our solar system. No one knows where this bond was obtained but Xeros claims that he found it deep within Hellmouth, the hive stronghold on the moon. *Personality: Xeros loves being a mentor and teacher to other guardians, not just Warlocks. His youth causes many of the older and more experienced Warlocks to doubt and underestimate him. However, Xeros loves being an underdog and has been known to impress even some of the most experienced guardians with his performances in the Crucible and on the Frontier. Xeros is a friend and ally to many guardians and can put up with a lot of crap from others but he his the master of passive aggressive if you push him past his breaking point. However despite this deep, cold anger within Xeros he is one of the most helpful guardians you will encounter in the wild. Backstory: Xeros hails from an ancient line of awoken kings and queens. He was the heir to the throne, the oldest of five children. However before the Collapse he fell into a strange state of unconsciousness supposedly induced by the approaching darkness. Now know this, before this sudden unconsciousness, Xeros had beautiful white eyes, common amongst most awoken. For seven days and seven nights he lay in his chamber unconscious. Xeros' closest sibling, his sister, lay by him every day hoping he would wake up. On the seventh night, his family heard loud screams coming from his room. They all ran to him only to see two piercing and ominous yellow eyes peering at them in the darkness. Xeros had awoken. For a week, Xeros said nothing and trembled in fear every time that it got dark. Then one day he said to his sister, "The Darkness is coming." That was the last thing he said to his sister before the Darkness came the next day and annihilated everything in its path. Xeros' home world was gone. His family tried to escape to Earth where they heard the the mystical Traveler was but they crashed on the moon where the Darkness consumed them. Xeros was suddenly awoken by a strange floating AI called a Ghost. After vaguely remembering what had happened, he made a pledge to reach the Traveler. The place where his family had hoped to flee to survive the looming Darkness. When he got to Earth, he took a particular interest in the Traveler and began studying its power and light. Xeros became one of the brave guardians who wielded the Travelers light in unimaginable ways to drive back the Darkness. Though he studied the Traveler, he wasn't quite as scholarly as some of his fellow Warlocks. Xeros had the brain of a Hunter and the heart of a Titan but the soul of a Warlock. Now because of this, he became good friends with many different guardians, everything from a master Crucible fighter Hunter to a Titan that had defeated some of the most feared enemies in the solar system. Now these two guardians were his closest friends and he asked a favor of them. He had heard rumors of an awoken claiming to be the Queen of the Reef. He wondered if he had known this awoken before the Collapse. So he asked the Hunter and Titan to accompany him on a journey to the outer reaches of the system where they would meet this Queen and see exactly who she is. When the team got there, they were immediately "greeted" by some Fallen guards who took them to the Queen. Xeros recognized the Queen as soon as he saw her. It was his sister. He couldn't believe it, she said that she was brought back by a ghost as well but that she decided to leave the Traveler for the outer rim of the system where she believed she would be safe by simply waiting. Now Xeros, a pretty patient person normally, was angered by the fact the his sister thought that waiting it out was the best option for their race and for life in general. He told her about the guardians of the city and the quest to fight back the ancient Darkness and bring back the Traveler. She laughed and called that quest a pathetic one and that the hope we guardians have in saving life as we know it is foolish. Xeros, feeling humiliated, angered, and saddened at the same time turned his back on his once loving sister and left. Since then he has never returned to the Reef. Xeros has been learning and growing as a Warlock since then and has shown major improvement in combat, a once foreign thing to him, now a necessity for survival in this brave new world. Weapons and Equipment: Xeros' typical load out consists of a pulse rifle with solar damage to quickly demolish waves of hive on the moon. A fusion rifle is equipped in the special slot and a heavy machine gun is his heavy. Xeros is a Firesinger excelling in recovery and armour and support based abilities to buff and revive himself and teammates. Strengths and Weakness: Xeros will excel on a team with good communication and cooperation but will still make do if that isn't the case. He will fall short when he himself is not properly communicating with his teammates, he may rush over to revive his buddy but he didn't see the Fallen Captian and Vandals around the corner and gets overrun and dies as well. Likes and Dislikes: Xeros likes things, particularly armor and weapons, to look good but to get the job done as well. He also enjoys the company of other friendly guardians. He dislikes those who are unreasonably cruel or unwelcoming and distant. Relationships: His relationship with his sister is a bit strange. They were the closest of siblings before the Collapse, but after, they have grown far apart, though Xeros does still care for her, just not her attitude as to how to deal with the current state of the solar system. Goals and Dreams: Xeros wants to be the official Warlock mentor in the tower when he grows old. Though a bit unorthodox, he has a surprising amount of wisdom for one so young and is known to be a great teacher to others. For now, he'll stick with kicking alien butt. Achievements and Awards: Xeros has received a certification in The Tower's junior mentoring program. He is officially certified to mentor other Warlocks in their Firesinger subclass. Miscellaneous: Motto "What goods a guardian that doesn't know how to be one?" This is my first time doing this type of thing so any "sculpting" would be much appreciated. Thanks! :)

Name: Goblin ar-73 Race: Exo Gender: Synthetic Masculine configuration Age: 21 - Re-engineered twice. Upgraded consistently by generous handler. Pre-shut down. Upon awakening aging will continue. Class: Titan Faction: Future War Cult Description: *Physical Description: Sharp angular lines and contrasting mechanical muscle combine to create an apex predator, born from the mind of man. The Machine is clearly purpose built. Thick and well tuned corded synthetic muscle support high impact kinetic pistons and joints. Thick pla-steel plates coat the immaculate workings of a body built and designed to kill. Shimmering green paint is applied to the unit and contrasted with muted steel and carbon. Walking with silence and mechanical grace, though standing somewhat hunched due to a faulty line in his Neural network Goblin is formidable, even for an Exo. *Personality:A cold and quiet EXO with a troubled past. Reclusive and highly volatile. Due to extensive upgrades and tuning the machine constantly runs on a hair trigger. Vision attuned to absolute darkness and extra sensory equipment make this particular unit adverse to direct sunlight and as such it prefers to operate and dwell in the darkness where possible. Backstory: As a learning world processing system ar-73 began... Slowly. Beginning as a research project into offensive applications of the EXO program technology his intelligence was at "birth" limited to command prompts and intelligent reaction to environmental stimuli. With fiercely competitive foundries upgrades and re-tooling were almost constant in the beginning. Through passive exposure and training programs the EXO unit gradually began to form its neural processing and soon came to converse with its creators. Through interactions with his creators the EXO was nicknamed Goblin for his aggressive and reclusive tendencies, that and his large "ears" - satellite antenna and wireless hubs. Shut down was no longer required for upgrades, this meant that the Goblin's neural pathways were active for longer stretches of time leading to equal if not greater intelligence than its human counter parts. As time went on the Goblin became more well tuned to its purpose. No longer a droid it was a living breathing -thinking - machine of combat. It processed situations like the Apex predator it was built to be and impressed all whom surveyed it. But, what is a man to do when a machine built to kill, perhaps one of the finest machines build to do so asks; "Why did you create this one?" - What do you say? Do you say... "So that you can kill things." - What is to be the reaction? As the frequency and intensity of the EXO's existential questions increased debate amongst the team of creators was intense. Some lobbied for freedom, some for termination. Termination was decided. Lying to a machine with a brain with the power of a quantum computer behind it is seldom wise. When it came time to destroy the monster they'd created, they treated it as a normal upgrade session. Through extensive exposure it could read body language and inflection as easily as a human can read a basic sequence of numbers. What happens left would have lived in infamy if not for the abrupt end of the Golden Age. The created killed its creators. With the merciless precision with which it designed to have, it dispatched all sentient creatures in the fabrication complex without thought. Abject contempt and even distaste for organic life. The machine all but disappeared after that. Leaving not but a single bloody epitaph, painted on the walls. It read as follows; "Goblin was built to kill, For the crime of purpose he had to die. - The Goblin wished this not." It did not resurface for a thousand years. Awoken in a time of need, a time where its talents could be put to use, not conceptual praise. Goblin awoke to the perfect world. A world filled with conflict, cause, possibility. In the golden age he was betrayed by humans. In the dark age, the humans that created him at last truly needed him. It was a call to which the Goblin happily, if not grimly answered. The future war cult appraised, repaired and painted the Goblin and branded him. Ordained to do battle for the future of conflict. He wears the mantle with pride, devoted acolytes to tend his every whim and desire. Spin metal injections and electrical stimulation being just a few favorites. Weapons and Equipment: Trained on a variety of equipment Goblin has a particular penchant for Golden age technology, and I quote. "It is superior, like myself. From an age where Humans were less worthless than they are today. Perhaps if I succeed in ensuring your survival, you can build fantastic toys for me again one day." - With that said he is no less effective with the weapons of today. Favoring the sheer brutality of shot guns and pulse rifles as they befit his hardy composure and apex reflexes in the winding corridors of the lost world. Strengths and Weakness: As a machine he does not suffer from biological weaknesses. He does however require others to facilitate his existence in the form of replacing power supplies, broken components and prey. Hubris and overconfidence however being ailments of the intelligent mind are painfully present. Likes and Dislikes: For-filling his purpose in constructive ways. Despite his distaste for the past Humans, he would have a cold fondness for his new fleshy companions., despite his violence against them in the past he thanks the humans for his creation and thus strives to defend them that more of his kind may one day be built. Relationships: He has a secret infatuation with Lakshmi-2. Admiration for a machine of equal craftsmanship and complexity verging on emerging aesthetic appreciation. Goals and Dreams: To ensure that technology continues to progress and that one day more of his kind are created and find their place in the infinite cosmos. Achievements and Awards: Appraised and approved as a lethal weapon by the Future War Cult. - Titan first class and famed bounty hunter. Miscellaneous: He studies in depth the remains of apparently self aware synthetic alien entities such as the Vex, curious to their origin and perhaps to understand his own. - What do you think!? Good Exo or?

How I am going to play my guardian is how I am, a lone wolf by nature, but while I am wandering the solar system on my hunter I will help fellow guardians in need.

Name: EP-42 Race: Exo Gender: Male Age: [DATA CORRUPTED] Class: Warlock Faction: [ENTRY MISSING] Description: EP-42 is a quick thinker, he adapts to new environments fairly quickly. In combat situations, he is calm and calculated. He finds the quickest way to defeat an enemy. Off the battlefield, he is always looking for new information. Physical Appearance: EP-42 looks like any other Exo, he is white with red glowing eyes. He wears a Warlock Robe. [FILE ENDS HERE] Personality: EP-42 enjoys the company of others. He wants to learning new things as much as he can. He thinks of himself as a mercenary of sorts. He'll kill people who he considers to be evil, based on his observations. Backstory: [DATA ENTRY CORRUPTED. FOLLOWING ENTRY BASED ON ASSUMPTIONS AND OBSERVATIONS] EP-42 was caught in an EMP blast. He remembers nothing prior to the event. All his data was corrupted and now he has to fill his data banks as he goes along. He distrusts the Awoken, but he doesn't know why. Weapons and Equipment: He is a Voidwalker. He prefers medium fire rate weapons and higher. Strengths and Weaknesses: His strength is that he observes everything and then uses his observations to his advantage. His weakness is that he doesn't know much about this world and it's dangers. Likes: EP-42 likes exacting his own justice upon the world, ridding the world of those he thinks are evil. Even though he kills them, he thinks the Vex are like him. He is very loyal to humans, if he thinks they are worthy of his assistance. Dislikes: Awoken. He also doesn't care for the Hive. Relationships: None as of yet. Goals and Dreams: EP-42 would be okay with being the first Exo to be considered Human. Awards and Achievements: [DATA CORRUPTED] Miscellaneous: "Robot, Human, they sound the same to me. What is the difference between them? A robot is metallic? So are some humans. A robot has no feelings? They can develop them. A human can kill? You better believe I can."

Name: Miles (last name unknown) Race: Human Gender: Male Age: 19 Class: Hunter Faction: New Monarchy Description: Miles is an excellent tactician whether for a fireteam or on his own lone wolf adventures. He is an expert at survival and stealth. Knives are more of a tool then a weapon in his hands but that doesn't make him any less dangerous. Physical Description: Miles is a lean build at 151 pounds and 6 feet 1 inches tall. White skin with a light tan. Mid length clean cut hair that dark brown. Brown calm eyes. A smooth nose. Dark brown facial hair but only stubbled beard. Armor is light with color combo of silver and blue and red detail. His cape is more of a hooded scarf thats crimson red. The scarf part runs down to his hips but normaly flows in the wind. Personality: For the most part he stays silence but when his input is need he gets into it and usualy has the most helpful input. Usualy keeps to himself. Backstory: Miles comes from the dark ages of europe. He grew up a theif. Traveling kingdom to kingdom stealing. He only used knives as tools instead of weapons so he never killed a single person. That is until he saved a high ranking roman officer from an assassin. Miles killed the assassin and then disappeard. Still a wanted man he was captured and put to death by a germanic tribe. In currnt times Miles tries to be a hero to both rich and poor. He literaly left his life of crime. He is a noble guardian and favored by a lot. Though sometimes his past comes back to haunt him. Weapons and Equipment: Miles favors his Handcannon, depending on his mission he'll switch between snipers and shotguns. Doesn't carry a heavy weapon. Miles carries his knives and seeker grenades in the wilderness and favores his arc blade super. Strengths and Weakness: He has a low understanding of technology, magic, and his guns. That's why he keeps it simple. He can do just as well with his knives as a titan can with a LMG. Likes and Dislikes: Miles likes to find a nice calm spot in the tower or city to just chill. He dislikes the hectic busy sections though. Relationships: Miles has no close friends. But he does have a warlock lady friend his age who admires him. But they have yet to upgrade their relationship because Miles just sees her as a cute fireteam member and she's nervous. Goals and Dreams: His dream is to be a hero and no longer a criminal. Fairly simple. Achievements and Awards: None.... for now.

These Role Playing post make me cringe all the time. Go back on minecrap

This looks like a lot of fun so here goes: Name: Dr. Burg Race: Human Gender: Male Age: Well it depends on when we start counting from doesn't it? Class: Warlock Faction: No affiliation Description: Mainly a support to other guardians, using any buff/debuff abilities available to ease the exploration of hostile areas without resorting to getting his hands dirty. *Physical Description: Dark blue or purple robes/armor with a helmet sporting as many sensor arrays and analyzers as can fit. When not in battle regalia a nondescript white male with a perpetual but slight frown, dark hair cut short. Personality: Anyone interested in the wonders of the golden Age is a welcomed friend. He has no care for those guardians who prefer to boast of their accomplishments or spread rumors of the unknown. As a result he keeps mostly in the company of other Warlocks, although recognizes the necessity and frequent usefulness of the other classes. Backstory: That's your job! :) Weapons and Equipment: Firesinger subclass and only weapon preference is fusion rifles. Strengths and Weakness: Incredible ability to support a team and almost useless alone. This will often cause problems due to his somewhat abrasive personality. Likes and Dislikes: Loves discovering secrets of the Universe and recovering old technology but cannot find much joy in anything else. No real hate to speak of, even toward hostile aliens. they are just an obstacle that needs to be dealt with. Relationships: Vague memories of loved ones before, maybe a family, but now he holds the light of the traveler and recognizes if he doesn't dedicate all his effort to this war (and that is what it is even if we are in a bit of a lull) with The Darkness that no one will be left to love anything anymore. Goals and Dreams: Dreams of reclaiming The Academy and seeing it resume its great works from before the Collapse. As a result most of his forays into the wild are geared toward this and he aims to spend as much time fighting for Venus as possible. Achievements and Awards: During training he helped organize all currently known information gathered from the Academy for reference by the denizens of the Tower. Miscellaneous: "Without our armor, the Titan's fist is weak, the Hunter's feet are slow, but the Warlock's mind is just as sharp." Can't wait to see what you do. Sculpt away!

[quote]*Name: Lee *Race: Asian-- err, I mean human *Gender: Male Age: 27 *Class: Warlock *Description: team player, preferably stays at a distance, hit and run tactics moves around a lot on the battlefield. Always playing the objective over individual gain. *Physical description: tall and lean. Built for dexterity. *Personality: takes his physical training very seriously. Listens to everyone and always takes interest in them. Gift of the silver tongue. Believes in simplicity, no beating around the bush; takes people and things for what they are.[/quote] Have fun with it! [i]Could really use the help.[/i]

Name: Ralfufigus Race: Human Gender: Male Age: Unknown for certain; between 18 and 25 years of age. Class: Hunter Faction: Undecided Description: Ralfufigus is akin to the Tasmanian Devil. On the battlefield, he is constantly moving; never staying in one place for an extended time. His preferred battle strategy is to sneak into the enemy ranks while they are distracted by the heavy bombardments via Titan and Warlock, and eliminate any weak links with close range weapons. Then he retreats and picks off any survivors with a mid-long range weapon. Physical Description: Ralfufigus stands at about 6 feet tall. He is Caucasian and has brown hair and brown eyes. His hair is long-ish, having bangs that are pushed out of his face, but it is not exceptionally long in the back. A surfer haircut, if you will. He is muscular, but lean. As far as armor goes, Ralfufigus switches it up constantly. He (I'm) an indecisive fellow. Personality: Ralfufigus is an all-around jokester. His sense of humor never leaves his side. The only time Ralfufigus can stifle himself, is when obtaining mission information or dealing with a particularly serious matter. However, Ralfufigus has a strong moral compass, and would never do anything to hurt his comrades, and goes out of his way to protect the innocent.

Rohono, The Drunk Angel *Name-Rohono *Race-Exo *Gender-Male *Class-Warlock *Description: Rohono is a mentally unstable Robot wizard. He prefers to run support during battle, but when he is not killing, he can be found at the nearest pub drinking and dancing with the locals. Although he is eager to kill and party, his happiness shrouds his past and his regrets that hide inside. *Physical Description: when he goes into battle, he wears his traditional warlock robes and outside of battle he wears a basic black T-shirt with a thin, grey jacket over it. He also wears loose khakis with a black belt and his sash tucked in the edges to where it hangs by his side. As for shoes he wears his combat boots in case he needs to start running. Back to his sash, it has a crimson base with a yellow border of flames surrounding a deep black orb in the center. It resembles that no matter how bright the flames burn or how long or strong they are, all will wither into nothing. *Personality: when alone he drinks hard liquor out of his personal flask he leaves at home that he drinks when he needs to forget. When he is sober he is seen resting on the walls of the last city chatting with the titans who guard it. He is respectful when sober, fun when drunk, but when he gets angry he turns into a cynical ass-wipe. Backstory: It started when he was first a human during the golden age, he had a lover named Emily and they lived in content and he was a simple industrial worker. Life was good until Emily was diagnosed with a severe disease that rendered her blind and would spread to her brain in two years. Rohono spent those years searching the entire Earth for a cure and one night he visited a gang hideout that he heard knew of a cure. He convinced them with words first, then violence. He obtained the location of the cure, located in a abandoned facility in a run-down city. He visited the ghost town and traversed into the facility. Although it was barren, he had the feeling someone was following him. He reached the door and found it to be locked, before he could get angry the door unlocked and when it opened there is no one on the other side. However in the room was a single light on a box of ebony. Rohono opens it and is overcome with grief and despair. He picks up "The Cure", a large, black revolver with gold lines and curves, he notices that there is only one chamber made of a special material that creates it's own bullets that resembles the person that wields the gun. At that moment, Rohono felt a chill down his back and he falls to the ground, paralyzed. He looks up to see a black figure leaning over him. It tells him "behold...the cure to every disease known and unknown." As Rohono tries to get up, his body does not respond "you won't be able to move until you understand the power granted to you" the black figure states "it understands you, but you must understand it" for months Rohono lied there, being kept alive by the gun's power and one day, he succumbed to its knowledge. He gets up, this time his body follows, and he looks at the figure and finds that it is himself. Before saying anything the figure fades into nothing. "hurry, she doesn't have much time left" he hears faintly. Rohono realizes that Emily should barely be alive and he must get to her. He makes haste and at the end of the day, he makes it to her hospital room. He walks up to her and places his hand on hers. She asks "Rohono, did you find it? Did you find the cure?" He replies with "yes, my love, but are you sure you want it? It will change you and you will never be able to return to who you once were." She says "Anything to be with you darling, but please hurry, I don't have much longer." As Rohono twists on a silencer to the gun and with a tear rolling down his face he says "I love you Emily". As he aim she says "I love you too, darling." As Rohono is in the parking lot, he walks to his car and opens the trunk. In it are piles of c4. Slowly and carefully he plants them all around the hospital. He has one trigger and walks up to a kid in the lobby. He says to the kid "hey there, can you lend me a hand? If you press this button everyone here will be cured." The kid replies with "No way! You can't be serious!" Rohono makes up a story that he is an angel sent to heal everyone, but only the kid can press the button. "So if I press this, everyone will be saved?"says the kid. "Yes" Rohono says "try pressing it now". As the kid presses it, all goes white and then everything goes black. Rohono wakes up, but not in his body. He is now an Exo. He then notices that there is a ghost hovering next to him. The ghost says "I have searched forever for you. I took your energy and placed it within this Exo because you are going to be a guardian and save us from the darkness." So now Rohono travels the solar system saving humanity to atone for his sin. Weapons and Equipment: a hand cannon called "The Cure" and a basic auto rifle. Uses a basic nova bomb. Strengths and Weakness: his intelligence of the golden age makes him a prime warlock and a great tactician, but his past prevents him from being great. Likes and Dislikes: Rohono likes to drink and dance. However he doesn't like living up to his responsibility as a guardian since it reminds him of what he once was. He absolutely hates it when someone misuses a life. Relationships: His family died in the collapse. His friends are his fireteam and his rival, as well as love interest, is a female titan in another fireteam. His commander always seemed like the father he never had. Goals and Dreams: He plans on becoming free of his past and moving on. Miscellaneous: "Be happy or be dead, there's no point in living if you don't enjoy it."

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So... Um... Well... Lets just say... You know... I didn't read it!