Well my female Guardian is going to resemble my girlfriend. So bitc hy

I escaped Vault 101, had some great adventures and died an old man. Was revived by my ghost... what's that in my pocket?! A dart gun? Bottle caps? Bobblehead?

I died competing in a chicken wing eating challenge.

[b]Note: I posted this in another forum already but just felt like spreading the love lol :)[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] Male [b]Race:[/b] Exo [b]Class:[/b] Titan [b]Origin Story:[/b] Working as a electronics sales clerk, Cyrus was used to living under the radar and was leading an otherwise uneventful life -- that is, until he stopped a gas station robbery in progress. Deciding to celebrate his hard-earned promotion to assistant manager with a beer, Cyrus stopped by the nearest pump stop after work. He walked in, acknowledging the cashier with a nod of his head. Cyrus looked around, taking note that he picked a good time to stop and buy a beer; he was the only customer around. He was browsing the alcohol aisle when he noticed a figure donning a dark hoodie and cap shuffle through the entrance, briefly scanning the ceiling, for what Cyrus presumed, were security cameras. Resisting the urge to bolt out of the door at first sight of the stranger, Cyrus started to slowly position himself behind a snack counter to keep himself somewhat hidden, back still facing the entrance. A few moments of stillness passed before Cyrus relaxed and chided himself for being so paranoid. That's when he heard heart-sinking demands for money and the terrifying yells from the cashier that followed. Cyrus ducked against the shelf and dared to peek around the corner, catching a glimpse of the same stranger holding the cashier at gunpoint, who thankfully didn't notice Cyrus amongst the chaos. Cyrus spun back around to face the alcohol aisle once more, this time on his knees. His mind scrambling for ideas, he shakily reached for a glass beer bottle, which almost slipped out of his grasp thanks to his clammy palms. He rose from the ground carefully, surprised that he hasn't had a bullet put in his chest by now. As he got closer, he started to make out the cashiers almost incoherent pleas. "Dear god...please, I have two children and a wife...t-they are my world...this store i-is all I have -- I can hardly support my them t-the way it is...please d-don't.." The gunman replied with a threat of him losing his life if he didn't meet his demands. Even with heart pounding in his ears, and adrenaline coursing through every part of him, Cyrus' thoughts came crystal-clear. He figured that the cashier had much more to lose than him, and with that finally struck the assailant upside the head with the bottle. Unfortunately, the most it did was knock off the guy's ball cap while the bottle remained intact -- leaving Cyrus to face a armed (and did I mention pissed-off?) madman with a glass bottle. Cyrus resorted to tackling him, making them both crash to the ground. Two separate flashes of light nearly blinded Cyrus before he knocked the pistol out of the man's hands. He firmly pinned the mugger to the ground with his legs before soundly pummeling him. Once he was sure the man was unconscious, Cyrus stood. He faced the dumbfounded cashier through his blurring vision, who seemed to be doing nothing but staring at him. "Hey, what are you doing? Call the police!" The man merely pointed a trembling finger at Cyrus' chest, making him look down. Two gunshot wounds riddled his [i]Halo[/i] t-shirt, now gushing with blood. By now, his vision was spotted and a sharp, metallic taste had started to fill his mouth. "Damn, that was my favorite shirt.", was all that Cyrus could gurgle before he crumpled to the ground. Before he could think about how stupid those last words were, he fell into darkness. [b]New Life Story:[/b] Light was all Cyrus could see for a while before he made out a pointed shape now bobbing in front of him. Hearing the thing talk was enough to fully wake him, his vision automatically narrowing to his chest. He was left speechless when all he saw was an immaculate, solid metal exoskeleton that was once his fleshy upper half. Once he collected his thoughts and paid attention to the talking Rubik's cube, it explained that he has been chosen by a guy named "The Traveler" and how Cyrus has been one of many chosen to reclaim all that humanity has lost throughout the solar system. And oh yeah, Cyrus is now a six-foot, machine-gun wielding war-machine capable of mass destruction complete with a classic Hulk smash. He didn't ask what happened to his old body. With how many sci-fi movies he's watched, Cyrus figured that his consciousness has been uploaded from his old body to his Robo-Cop form through a hard-drive. Anyhow, he thought it was a good idea to stay in the Traveler's good graces, just in case they might have a delete button on him somewhere. Once the talking shape, soon to be revealed to Cyrus as a "Ghost", had finished telling him how to save the universe, it finally asked Cyrus if he had any questions. "When do I start?"

I'm still working on it. I mean, we were found on Russia, we don't know how long we've been dead, but the Ghost seems to know, we can't be that old cause we were wearing basic Hunter/Titan/Warlock armor when we died so, yeah, still working on it.

For my Titan: an OC from a novel I'm writing. Upon death, his soul ventured into an alternate timeline. (Destiny.) For my Warlock: a Bolshevik soldier who died in 1917. For my Hunter: my cat, Tidly. Do you feel that twinge of fear in your heart, that churning of your stomach? You convulse, crying blood. This is what happens when you hear her name. Wait till you meet her in battle.

When I was young all I had was my mother my dad would goto to work as a guardian he would barley be home but when he was home he would show me his magic he was a warlock very skilled and trained I always wanted to be a warlock my dad has always been my inspiration and he always will be but the day I heard the news that my dad died I ran into my room grabbed all my stuff snuck into my parents room grabbed a gun and ran I snuck out the window and from the things my dad had taught me I used them to fight I could glide and everything I found a little place on Mars where a little box was standing I opened it and found a small little robot suddenly it turned on a started talking it was talking about who he was he was a ghost in the box there was also some weapons from then on i applied for the guardian army and was trained as a guardian from then on

I was born on Mars when I was 5 years old My City was attacked by The Cabal and I was sent to Venus with my 2 brothers. We were at Venus for years learning and getting stronger. My brothers learned how to program and build robots so they taught me. To get the robot parts we would go ambush The Vex and take there parts. We would build weapons and robots ls that would help us on our journey. Are lives were pretty good. Until one night we were sleeping and 7 Vex Ambushed us. We tried to fight but we were out numbered. Both if my brothers died. And I was the only one left. So I used my talent and built robots and weapons to help me survive. Until one day when I was 14 a Guardian told me to come with him. He took me to the Last City. Where I learned how to become a Guardian. And use special powers that came from the Traveler. Awoken Male Warlock/ Hunter (Idk yet)