Ruthless scheming bastard. - The three words to Octo Neamus the infamous FWC Benefactor. Humanity is fallen, the golden age is all but over and a new fight back thrives. Ships surge in and out of the hangers, weapons pour from the fabrication plants and bounties flow freely into the hands of those with the nerve to seek them. With strife comes opportunity, particularly to those gifted in the art of espionage, war and profiteering. As the FWC mandates war is to be celebrated and celebrated it was. Octo was known on the crucible circuit as well as in the bounty market, an esteemed weapons dealer and sharp shooter. Wearing the finest armour, lavish blue cut fab-steel and carrying his weapon of choice "Lance Held High" this dealer of death was one of the cults more celebrated acolytes. But as with the rain of all mighty gladiators it ends in blood, as they say "There is always someone stronger" and this case is no different. Hubris, Cocky denouement and over confidence lead to reckless pursuit of victory. Not even the vainest of kings can survive a sling point round to the head. It was just so, Octo lay dead at the feet of a vanguard, a Guardian of virtue and Destiny, everything this man was not... Or so it was until the ghosts of a machine, a being beyond understanding saw fit to return this creature of sport to life. To turn his skills, his penchant for killing on the foes of humanity. Octo was reborn, a Guardian. A man of Destiny. His arena? The nameless stars. No gladiator suffers others in his arena, and so that is his path. To become the lord of his ring of red once again, for glory, for honour and for the traveler to whom he owes a second chance at life.

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Yes the effect is setting in. Goooood.

Haha, well I don't want to be rude or anything this is just a question out of curiosity, just cause I would like to know why so many people really enjoy making a background for their characters. I mean I have done it in games like when I used to Play Dungeons and Dragons, not the video game. So I would just like to know why you feel like making a story for your character.

Revised origin story: My hunters origin story Name- Arian Race- Human Class-Hunter As much that is unknown about the "traveler" there's even more unknown about Arian . What is known is that Arian was a lone bounty hunter traveling the the unknown reaches of the galaxy to seek out his pay, and bring those who run from the laws of man to justice. He did things his way. It wasn't always done honorably but he did what he needed to do. He learned to obey the laws of nature which allowed him to hone his skills as one of the fastest and strongest survivors of his kind. On a hunch he took a long trip out to Venus to seek out a bounty on a high risk target , years of experience, and an instinct that comes with his line of work told him that this wasn't going to be a easy one. Arriving at Venus everything seemed normal, but upon further inspection of the strong holds he realized that it was quiet, too quiet . It was all deserted not a single person or body to be found anywhere. It seemed as if it's been this way for some time As Arian made his way back to his ship he noticed that it had been surrounded by beings he had not come across before. They were inspecting his ship and were carrying some heavy fire power too from the looks of the hulking guns in their hands. Normally he would love a good fire fight but his instincts told him to lay low and wait for the right opportunity to attack. Luckily he had always kept to his routine of always bring his beloved long range sniper rifle "Hawk eye" with him no matter where we went. Arian worked his way back up a moss covered mountain which sat snugly behind the strongholds . He took it slowly and sure footed otherwise he may be his own demise slipping and tumbling down the mountain side. It was going to be with the cover of night fall that his attack would commence to reclaim his ship and head back into the safety and comfort and solitude deep space exploration only his prized star cruiser could give him. For now it was time to find a solid vantage point and survey his enemies closely. It wasn't long before Arian found the perfect rock formation that would provide the cover and concealment he required for his reconnaissance. The low hanging tree branches surrounding his new temporary residence would also help keep him well camouflaged. He set up camp and the proceeded to closely watch as his new found nuisance gathered around his ship. Thankfully the freshly installed self defense system was keeping them occupied. Any attempt to open the bay door without Arian's biometric signature would result in triggering of a wide array of booby traps designed by yours truly. His favorite of which would send 10,000 volts of electricity through who ever touched the ship without his authorization. It never failed to entertain Arian because without fail the first wave of attempts would always result in a few convulsing bodies. The expressions alone on their comrades was worth the laugh. It definitely helped pass the time till night fall, as every new attempt resulted in an even more brutal surprise then the last. After a few hours he noticed a few of them pairing up and starting to patrol the lower section of the mountain side he had snugly hidden himself away in, but he was hardly concerned. To be continued...... Still working on a final draft but this is what I have so far

Cone Commander? Sounds like Cobra Commander on disguise XD

My Guardian is #2 because he's the sh*t.

"Who does #2 work for!"

Lol awesome. I remember the terrible attack of the cones on forge world

I am questioning your cones existence

Orphaned at a young age due to both his parents being in the military (they died trying to hold out against overwhelming odds evacuating wounded civilians from a war torn city in Africa) having been passed over to his mothers brother (a captain in the U.K defence force) an elite group put together to stop any and all threats to the U.K (in 2039 an African militant group detonated a dirty bomb in London killing millions) at the age of 18 he enrolled in the U.K.D.F and was the youngest soldier to to be awarded the royal cross. (Fighting off 15 armed militants attempting to detonate a nuclear device in England's new national centre at the age 25 he became the U.k's youngest lord marshal while touring the African front to congratulate troops on their hard work and dedication to the war he was killed by a sniper round to the chest at the age of 30. Only to be revived and told he is of great importance to the survival of the human race. Now he is a TITAN fighting to protect the world and retake what has been lost.

That's a great one! Very serious too o.o