I realize that you've already got a Hunter, but your writing prompt got my creative juices flowing, so if you have need of another minor character, feel free to draw from this (if it helps). I've written it vaguely to give you plenty to go on, if you want to use it. Name: Unknown Callsign: Maverick Race: Awoken Class: Hunter Subclass: Bladedancer [u]Armament[/u] Primary: Lord High Fixer Special: Icebreaker Heavy: Zombie Apocalypse Significant Armor/Equipment: Crest of Alpha Lupi, Strength of the Pack Hunter Cloak Ship: Fangs of Nyx [u]Dossier[/u] The hunter sat in a tight crouch near the railing, staring at the mountain. Not many Guardians knew him personally; he was almost never part of the group, but he was always around, tracing the edges of the periphery. Cleaning the nail on his left ring finger, his thumb slid across the base of the digit, the phantom of a metal band momentarily there, then gone. Maverick slid the blade back into its sheath at the small of his back, tugged his gauntlet on, adjusted the heavy cannon at his hip, and stood. The mountain remained, brooding. The mountain where he had lost his name. The mountain where he had slain the wolf, whose bone adorned the handle of his knife. The mountain, where he had learned to fight with nothing. Where the blade had saved him, and bound him to its dark will. The mountain. When he watched it, it stared back.