My character is a Warlock and his name is Waylon. Not really sure if this is good or not but I tried xD [Waylon's Personal Log: #47] [Title: Memories of a Warlock. Am I really human?] [Date: 04/18/XX62] I REMEMBER. I almost wish I didn't. The Speaker told me the Traveler worked in mysterious ways and chose those who had true light within but I don't see it anymore. How could he choose me? He had to know what I've done. All my fellow guardians remembered their pasts when their ghosts revived them. But I didn't. No one knew why. I went to everyone in the tower. The Vanguard. The Speaker. Even Lord Saladin. The reason for my memory being blank was a riddle. I was lost. I felt alone. How could I continue to fight for the light of I didn't know who I was. I continuously sought council with the Speaker. He became my diary. He promised to find a way to restore my memories. And that he did. Very gallant the Speaker is. Last week I went to the Speaker to speak with him about a nightmare I had. I was in a Temple with children and suddenly they had started bleeding from there eyes and screaming it was my fault. I was truly troubled. "Waylon," the Speaker spoke my name (the only thing I could remember) "I have been searching for the answers to the puzzle of your memory. I believe I have found a way to get your memory. But it involves something dark. Something the Light would not indulge in." I stood staring at him. Not sure what to say. He had a solution but it would cost me my light. Isn't that what he was saying? "Since the traveler has been silent his powers cannot heal your mind, nor can the Warlocks. We both have tried along with your Warlock brothers and sisters yet we all have seemed to fail. I did not want to come to this but I know a man. A former guardian who like Eris lost his ghost. He stays in what the humans of the Golden age knew as Antartica. Too cold for the Hive and Fallen. He was once a warlock. I have contacted him and he said he may be able to help." And just like that I was off. To Antartica for answers. I arrived at a small hut and entered. I was amazed at what I found. A shriveled old man stood inside. Hand over some sort of conflux. "The answers or memories you seek can only be relived. There is no recovery without walking through the struggles of ones past" "I must know why I have no memory. What must I do?" The man did not answer just simply nodded and handed the conflux which he was fiddle with to me. "Traveling to the past is the window to the present and path to the future." As I grabbed the conflux a great light flashed and there I was standing in the room of a teenager. The room was familiar. Small. White walls with no posters or anything. Just blank white walls. There was a small bed in the corner. I heard screaming from down stairs. It was a man screaming "You'll never amount to anything. You're a -blam!- up." And then I heard something hit the ground I burst through the door to see a man in his 40s hitting a teenager in the face as he was laying on the ground. Anger insued as I ran to grab the man off of the boy but my hands slipped through his body as I grabbed at him. What was this? Instantly another flash. I was back in the room. There was no way to tell but I just FELT like it had been years since I was here when with the man and boy. The boy appeared out of thin air on the bed sobbing. Begging for someone to end his life. The flash happened again. This time I found myself in a temple. Their were bodies lying everywhere. Many children laid on the ground in pools of blood looking pale. And the alter there were two people. It was the boy. Holding a girl. As I got closer I noticed a third person. But the third was dead. "I'm sorry. Im so so so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen. They weren't supposed to do this. They weren't supposed to hurt anyone. Just him. They we'd just supposed to hurt him" the boy sobbed. That's when I saw his face. MY FACE. Her face. MY SISTERS FACE. My fathers face. And I remembered everything. The constant abuse I received. The torture my father put me through. I just wanted it to end. So I hired some thugs to jump my father and teach him a lesson. Show him how it felt to be hurt. I told them to come on a specific day that I knew my dad would be at the temple and the temple would be empty. But that day he refused to go alone and insisted my sister go with him. As they left I couldn't get a hold on the gang. And little did I know the school had planned a field trip to the temple that day. I gave them the access codes to the private room that he'd be at. The thugs came with guns and instead of just fists. They killer them. All of them. The children. My father. MY SISTER. And they robbed the vault clean of glimmer before I could get there in time. It was all my fault. They all died because of me. [End Personal Log]

He -blam!-ed bitches AND got money. Growing up as one of the first fully AI exos, he often -blam!-ed bitches and got money on the norm. One day his bottom bitch was acting shady as all hell. She had been going and coming as she pleased and wasnt making the kind of flow she used to. When my guardian confronted her at her apartment on 5th near the old deli, his brotha (not his actual brother, just another male exo from his exo hood where he grew up) shot him dead. Little did my guardian know laqueefas heart had been stolen by this new exo brotha and late at night theyd scheme to rid themselves of my guardians control over her. Now a bajillion yeaes later he was brought back... and at times late at night you can hear his lonely wail echo around the traveler.... "LAQUEEEEEEFFFFFFAAAA" The end.

My parents like to tell me I was planned. My older siblings don't think so.

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My name is Kinjahtae. Who I am, or more specifically what I am will come but first where I come from. I am a member of a wandering tribe of ancient bedouin outcasts. All of us female and all of us marked before exile. Brands burned on our face to label us plainly on sight. We could all touch the sun. We would all of us end up dead by each others hand when the thirst takes over and we get violent and exhausted with the search and finally attack. Our flame will be extinguished. All of us in the end. The burns are to mark us as dangerous stay well wide, your life in your own hands. No one knew what it was any of us thirsted for just always there searching constantly in the back of your brain. Not knowing how you know the sun or touch it. Just that you can but should not. We used our skills for millenia to survive on the mongolian steppes that would eventually fall under Khan rule thousands and thousands of years later. What happened after my flame was extinguished I know not. When I was awoken by my ghost I could only gape ajaw at The Traveler. I could feel it before I even turned to look. The thirst. Searching always in the back of our heads for The Traveler was now a bore hole in my brain. Almost deafening is its brilliance. My name again is Kinjahtae. I am a Sundancer. I can touch the sun. I know this now what has touched all of our minds for all our lives, thousands upon thousands of years and resigned us all to our fate. Always thirsting to know what a warlock was. Eventually failing and always our flame would be extenguished. I am the best because I have been touching the sun without guidance for nearly 10,000 years before my flame died...(smirks)Now I know what I am doing and who I am. The cliff notes version

My guardian wasn't even dead. Just in a vodka induced coma. And because of that, he doesn't remember why he was passed out in a junkyard in the first place.

I was having a nice nappy and that stupid Dinkelbot came and woke me up. Now I'm in a revolving nightmare of killing aliens just because they're bad.

Mine is a porn star who died to HIV while filming a Sex tape. Now she fights because a little floaty person told her to.

My guardian died a long time ago and has a lot of questions and has seen a lot of things he doesn't understand. Some random entity birthed from a strange Death Star woke me up after the sweet release of death.

My guardian is the slutty sister of the queen

Detrius - Awoken Warlock Detrius is aware of some dark part of his past. The details are clouded at this time due to the recent resurrection. He will be driven to right those unremembered wrongs as he protects humanity against the true Darkness. He was killed as part of the small defending force sent as the final defenders of the Baikonur Cosmodrome. Knowing the battle to be desperate he was drawn to this confrontation to attempt to save as many people as possible. JAK-14 - Exo Hunter A product of Solcomm's, Twilight Facility 17, he is strongly wired to protect humanity and shepherd it to the stars. He believes that the only way humanity can survive is to leave this solar system and populate as many dispersed star systems as possible. One of the first prototypes created by Lord Gherritt, he is one of the strongest proponents of that man's vision. He was killed as part of the small defending force sent as the final defenders of the Baikonur Cosmodrome, wishing to secure one last transport shuttle for important Solcomm researchers and their projects. Hailen Tark - Human Titan Once worked as a head researcher for Twilight Facility 17 for Lord Gherritt. At first she was excited at the new lines of research presented to her by Lord Gherritt, but once the true level of ruthlessness of Lord Gherritt was revealed to her she resigned and joined the Guardians. Hailen is driven to protect her home and those that live upon it. She was killed as part of the small defending force sent as the final defenders of the Baikonur Cosmodrome, to drive off the invaders and save this vital resource.

Mine is a Caveman/Neanderthal that is a Hunter class and is confused by the metal birds and the flesh walkers. He trained in how to use the Fire Sticks and now hunts the Four Armed Man Beasts and the Demons Of Flesh. As for The Traveler... he cares not for it. It powers his small fire stick, but he hardly uses it. He prefers his old Knife, made from Sky Metal millenniums ago and given to him as the tribes best hunter. He also feels great sorrow. His tribe, his foes, friends... and family were all taken from him, and because of his accursed Ghost he can not die to meet them in the hunting plains. ):

Name: Straid Race: Human Occupation: Warlock Straid remembers nothing of before, only that Earth was beautiful, then everything fell into darkness, he awoke, and the Earth he remembered was nothing more than a dead, lifeless wasteland. Enter the Ghost, a small artificial intelligence that seeks out its companion among the ancient dead.... In this little ones case, Straid..... (So its short and sweet, but sets me up for the beginning of the game perfectly ;) )

My Exo is possessed by the spirit of an ornery alien warlord.

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I might as well add mine. As an Exo, it isn't a surprise to find out he is a very intelligent and robustly strong soldier, being part of some uprising before having his memories wiped out along with origins of his purpose before given his second chance at destiny. Before then, he was labeled as a tough guy. Taking fights before anyone else, sometimes punching things silly. And at times he would be a bit unstable and kill other Exos even if they were with him on the cause in such rebellion for their freedom and creation. Long story short, he likes punching, sometimes punching his own team. Taking the fight to the enemy before anyone else gets the first shot off like it is a challenge. Thus is what makes him a excellent Titan