While my headcanon isn't nearly as extensive as some others on here, here it is. I always thought that my hunter was an aerospace engineer/test pilot pre-guardianification, and was killed in a crash while flying experimental aircraft for the Russian Cosmodrome.

[b]It's a long one. So I folded it up in the spoiler packet.[/b] This is an account of an Awoken Gaurdian, Warlock. [spoiler] [i]"Eyes up Gaurdian... I've been looking for you...You've been dead a long time... So you're going to see things you won't understand."[/i] I've been dead a long time. Too long perhaps. Buried in the ruble of a place I never knew. So much had to have happened. A Ghost, My Ghost, tells me I may have suffered a memory loss of my previous state. He says many Gaurdians have this problem when brought back to life after a long period of time. My memories do their best to form scattered images, hurts brain to think anymore. My Ghost leads the way for me and I do my best to keep up as I shrug off the distortions of my past. ---------- I am a Gaurdian. Since when? I have no idea. I find myself in a place called The Tower, a place where people like me serve what remains of humanity. Gaurdians are said to be filled with the Travelers light, a great power that is used to fight a consuming Darkness. I discovered this light when I first came in danger. Flames burned through me without harm and reduced my cooldowns. (Lol you never saw that coming did you?) My ghost removes my helmet as the Tower is a safe haven. Feels good to breathe outside of a helmet. Ghost tells me I should check with the Warlock master before we venture out, so I follow a path to the Vanguard. As I make my steps, I find a reflection gazing back at me through a plate. I'm blue? Something must have seriously gone wrong when I was brought back to life. My skin is was not like this before. Eyes focus on me through the reflection revealing my Iris imbued with the colors of fire. This is not right. My head jerks up to see if I'm not the only one thinking that I look strange. More blue people. Oh this must be a common side effect to being force fed light. Ghost decides to jump in seeing my expression and gives me a brief history on the Awoken. It doesn't make sense. How am I Awoken when I remember being human... I guess my skin is more of a grey than the others. Maybe I'm forgetting something. Awoken we're human once, but it couldn't have been instantaneous. Could it? A blurry vision of a past life comes into my mind. It doesn't fit, I can't remember! Ghost brings me back to reality reminding me of the objective we were assigned to. I'm needed right now, it's important. I'll be better off elsewhere, no progress is going to be made here. Maybe something back in the ruble in Old Russia will clear up the fog of my memories. [/spoiler] He's just a Gaurdian like the rest. No super senses, just a determined life looking for his past.

we dont know the background cuz were not meant tl know if bungie wanted us to know then we would good back story though i see you put alot of thought in opening comment was to shodan below

She showed the traveller her tits in exchange for a second life. Looks like it worked.

He was some robot that didn't get an oil change and then fell down dead.

Level 28 Hunter It was on the verge of defeat that the wall of defending Guardians let go of their light, and combined powers into one final push against the Fallen. Bullets and lazers ripped through the air, breaking sound and speed. Left and right, Guardians fell, as well as Fallen. Titans were holding the front lines, while the Warlocks were hugging close behind. The Hunter's were everywhere, scattered amoungst the whole battle. Skiffs came down one by one dropping more troops and opening fire on "West Wall". Suddenly, in the heat of battle, a Fallen Ketch appeared out of the atmosphere, and released rocket fire on the wall, tearing it apart, along with all of the guardians defending it. Smoke, dust and debree litered the air, as everything grew still and quiet. The Fallen had just taken down The Cities last defence, and was gathering to take over the city. But, just as all the dust and smoke cleared, there stood, the most Valiant Guardian of them all, cloak whipping in the wind, hood up and tight, Golden Gun in hand. To his left stood the most brilliant of the Warlocks. Coat long and waving, he pulled out his Pocket Infinity and prepared for the ultimate defense. Onnthe hunters right, stood the bravest of the Titans. With his fists of gold, Gjallerhorn mounted, he took position next to his fireteam. The Fallen opened full fire on the 3, but the Titan put up it's shield bubble just in time. The 3 Guardians, standing in the Haven, then said their goodbyes to eachother, as they all knew what they were about to do is going to take their lives, and their Ghosts. The Hunter, Praxis IV lifted his Golden Gun, and aimed at the top of the bubble. The Warlock, Dovachiief IV, created the small vortex in his hand and lifted it towards the center of the bubble. The Titan, Baconhawk98, lifted his fist, towards the center of the bubble. "Ready?" Said Praxis. "Ready." At the same time, they each used their super and their melee on the center of the bubble. A most blinding light emerged from the bubble, creating a beam that ripped straight through the center of the Ketch. The Warlocks Super Nova, the Titans Fist of Havoc, and the Hunters Golden Gun combined, created an explosion of such large proporsion, that a mile and a half of the wall was obliterated, taking all of the Fallen, and the Guardians, with. Nothing was left, not even, a light. That is until, the Traveler, woke. A bright light, blinding the entire solar system, came from the Traveler. Then, the Traveler settled still, and released 3 Ghosts, a replica of each of the Guardians Ghosts. The Ghosts flew down to the 3 dead Guardians, and brought light back to their souls, bringing their lives back. As the 3 Guardians stood up, they all looked at eachother, and rejoiced at their victory. The Guardians returned to the tower, to find that all, if the guardians lost in the battle, had returned, alive and well. As the Guardians rejoiced together, The Traveler, began, opening. Light shined from the inside. Everything grew quiet and still as The Speaker, and all of the Guardians watched. But what they saw, as The Traveler opened, made their hearts sink more and more. The Traveler, the one they had been protecting, the one that had been "protecting" them, had been the greatest threat, all along. The 3 Valiants Guardians equiped their weapons, as did the rest, for the real battle, for the entire universe, was about to be at hand. In the center of the Traveler, was a force so evil, so dark, it had to have been impossible. The Speaker walked to the Edge of the Tower and rose his voice over all, speaking to what lied inside the speaker. "Many years you have lied in wait, old enemy, and now you wake. Our Guardians will destroy your plan, will destroy your Traveler, and will destroy you, Didact..."

Well my exo warlock is a character constantly filled with self doubt despite the fact that before and after death he worked much harder than any other warlock to discover the mysteries of the traveller, he never felt worthy to have life and ever since the ghost brought him back he has been trying to prove himself, but he feels guilty and thinks the ghost should have chosen some one else. He died while researching the fallen in old russia. My titan Exo started out as a servant to a rich human family on one of the outer colonies during the golden era, when the darkness attacked he managed to save himself but the family died, he has felt guilt ever since. He soon became a guardian of the tower hoping to gain salvation. He became a titan of great renown. He died attempting to rescue a group of awoken merchants who were fleeing to the last city. My human hunter was an outcast. Her parents settled outside of the last city and they set up a trading outpost for guardians passing through. But when she was a teenager the while outpost was destroyed. She was the only survivor and left with only a hand gun a sniper rifle and the clothes on her back. Over the next couple of years she did what she had to, to survive. But than one day she fell on heavy fire from the fallen and was low on ammo. Than a titan appeared and saved her but not before having her ghost shot down and receiving grievous injuries. The titan died in her arms. She tried to bring the titans remains back to the tower but was killed in old russia Not sure how lore friendly any of the above is :p

I can't remember much, but I do remember my name, Vel'koz Ikvad my friends used to call me Vel, also that I was a scientist studying the traveler. I had gone out side the walls to examine some meteors. Sadly I was spotted by a group of fallen and then nothing.

I died...now i'm undead...with amnesia Will update when i get my memory back or someone tells me WTF happened :1

I am a long forgotten Exo/Hunter my memory is gone as so of all other Exos I have meet on my journeys. My story begins when I can find the origin and reason I am and what my purpose is. Till then I am nothing but a war machine, with a mind set to kill all those that would try to hurt any other guardians or the people inside the last safe city on earth under the traveler.I will revive the traveler and learn what we need to push back the darkness and become guardian spoken of in songs and history books.

Sorta like riddick

My Titan also had an scratch on his eye. So my Titan was exploring the Venus fpr some minerals when a red shaped Dragon appered and attecked him. So he lost his eye, eveyday he search for the red dragon to kill him.

Yah he died while attempting to swim. He befriended a fellow guardian that lived in a fantasy world where he role played and created a fabricated story. At first he thought his friend was insane but it all made since because his fellow guardian was vagina starved and it caused him to have illusions of being a 6 foot man in shape with a huge pecker space wizard while the reality was he was a shadow of this fabrication. His friend then explained he came from a magical land of dungeons and dragons which though his adventures he slayed many dragons one failed mmo at a time. I then told my friend I never really came from a great place that I'm 29 years old from a little known place called Florida. And that's when his fellow guardian killed himself because he was a 46 year old virgin working in a day care. True story bro

got noscoped in cod, woke up in destiny get noscoped in destiny, wake up in halo 6?

I was dead in a car...and now I'm not

I don't remember. Now, I'm being ordered around by a flying pillbox and I have this sinking feeling of guilt for apparently being brought back to life (though for all I know I was a lumberjack whose memory was wiped whilein that lavatory by said flying pillbox - damned peeping peter...). So I guess I may as well live out my nigh-immortality in servitude...