Read Master Chief's background on gruntipedia and you will see my Titan's background.

[quote]Explain yours. Here goes mine: [b]//beginning transmission//[/b] [b]//transmission incomplete//[/b] [b]//checking connection//[/b] [b]//connection restored//[/b] [b]//searching for military records...[/b] [b]//stand by for transmission//[/b] [i]Name: Allen P. Maller[/i] [i]Codename: Copper[/i] [i]Age: 28[/i] [i]Height: 6 ft 9[/i] [i]Weight: 213 ib.[/i] [i]Race: Human[/i] [i]Class: Titan[/i] [b]//beginning life transmission//[/b] Allen P. Maller was born August 17, 2685. His parents, mother and father, defended the wall as Titans. At the age of 2, Allen's parents were killed by Fallen snipers. Little was known about the two Guardians. Allen was left alone. Allen had started to become a fierce and intelligent fighter, even at this age. He stole food and clothes from very wealthy people. He only took what he needed. At the age of 6, Allen was already putting up with street fights. He won all of them with his strategy and brute force. One day, whilst fighting, a Vanguard saw him. He quickly approached and put the fight to an end. He then took Allen to the Tower, where a City official took him in. He then taught Allen even more efficient skills to use in battle. Once he had learned those, he then taught Allen how to control the powers of the Traveler, codenamed "space magic." Then Allen was given the choice of a lifetime. At the age of 19, the City offcial asked Allen to become a Guardian. Immediately, Allen said yes. He then was to choose a faction. He chose [i][censored][/i]. Then, the City official told him to chose a class. Allen thought on this. After 3 weeks of thinking, he finally choose Titan. Ever since then, he has been bravely defending the wall. Though injured 23 times, he kept on getting back up and fighting in what he believed in. Even though he was brave, he still has weaknesses. He suffers from dyslexia, phasmophobia (fear of ghosts), and anthrophobia (fear of people) which concludes why around people, he will be jittery and act nervously, sometimes going to the bathroom and hiding there for long periods of time. [b]//life transmission ended//[/b] [b]//searching for remaining records...[/b] [b]//0 records found//[/b] [b]//ending transmission//[/b][/quote] My guy was a spartan from the spartan II program and his nickname is tooth paste man!

The Fallen had always thought of themselves to be superior to Humans. They, in the eyes of the Fallen, were no more than a race of a stubborn infestation, dwelling in a territory that was rightfully theirs. This might be the case, but in the eyes of a Hunter, three and a half kilometers away from a team of Fallen scouts, the only infestation here was the fungi their alien boots had been trodding through for the last fifteen kilometers. And visually, the team looked like they were falling apart. They were tired, and had been walking through this valley day night. [i]"I do not fear the Valley, For I am the Shadow"[/i] And as the Hunter slowly applied pressure to the high-powered rifle trigger, whom he had been behind since before the break of dawn, the only thing going through his mind was years of training and experience. He could see the bullet hitting the target in his mind. The round blasting through the helmet's armor plating of the Fallen leader, and turning the bones and organs inside into mush, a red paste inside the remains of the leader's helmet as the Fallen that had been in his command look in aw at their commander's remanents. And as he squeezed the trigger, and everything had fallen into place, the Hunter released his half-breath he had been holding, racked the bolt on his rifle, he loaded another 20 mm round into the chamber. Then something had caught his eye. A slight movement had caused his attention to focus on a spot of grass three or four meters away from the nine remaining Fallen Dregs. Something black, clearly visible through the dry vegetation. Black with a hint of gold... And suddenly he was visible to all. A Titan had leaped out of the grass, wielding his mighty Gjallarhorn. He had fired into the midst of the remaining Dregs, who were know looking towards the sky, watching as their death approached. By the time the rocket had detonated on the ground, the Hunter was already half way to the pursuing carnage, ready to support the Titan. The Titan landed, and without missing a beat he equipped the Arcus Regime and disposed of three fallen with his rifle, and head butted a Dreg nearby so hard, the advancing Hunter could clearly hear the snap of the spinal cord from where he was approaching. The Hunter, who was now in the opportune moment to help the Titan, fired three shots from his rifle, the huge rounds obliterating three Dregs, and slinging the rifle away had drawn his midnight Duke Mk.44, and blasted the heads off two more Dregs in the blink of an eye. The 700. Nitro Express rounds had no trouble passing through the thin armor the lesser Fallen always have, turning vital organs into nothing more than sauce, and the bones inside liquified on impact. The turret from Gjallarhorn had no targets to acquire, and in turn shut down. But the two Guardians had, beneath thick helmet armor, locked eyes, and came to an understanding. The Hunter had told the Titan of a Fallen army so large it would blot out the sun. The city would have no chance if something wasn't done about it. "Then we don't have a choice," the Titan said after listening to what the Hunter had to say. "We must inform the Elders of the Council before it's to late." Behind them, far off in the distance, thunder rolled, slightly muffled, but audible. "Odd." the Titan said, looking at the Cold Mountains from which the sound had come. "It hasn't rained in this valley since before-" He thought a second. "Since before the Incident" the Hunter met the Titan's gaze. "That's not thunder, friend, for Thor's luck be bested upon me. I'm afraid the time has come." [i]"Light the Beacon, and Rohan will answer"[/i] -Hope you enjoyed, or maybe it sucked. [i]Relican[/i]

[b]//beginning transmission// //transmission incomplete// //checking connection// //connection restored// //searching for military records... //stand by for transmission//[/b] [i]Name: [b]//Classified//[/b] Codename: Geo-Trancer Age: 17 Gender: F Height: 5 ft 9 Weight: 168 ib. Race: Awoken Class: Warlock[/i] [b]//beginning life transmission//[/b] [i]Guardian 89356[/i] found [b]//Classified//[/b] at the age of 14. Living and fighting against the Vex on Venus she lived deeply below the Citadel. At the age of 4 she rummaged the Citadel for scraps, living off the land. At 8 she was wanted throughout the Citadel, she had destroyed many Vex using the metal to make armour. [b]//Classified//[/b] was a is a Sociopath, a person with a personality disorder manifesting itself in extreme antisocial attitudes and behaviour. Her parents were killed when she was 5 by the Vex, which explained her behavior towards them. [b]//Classified//[/b] took a vow to bring the Citadel to justice. [b]//Classified//[/b] fled from the Citadel after paying a visit to the Vex on her 14th birthday, she was careless and gave away her humble home. The Vex know were she was hiding. [i]Guardian 89356 Code Name: Zyless[/i] found [b]//Classified//[/b] after his Fireteam were killed by the Vex just outside the Citadel. He was Human and he couldn't just let her stay on this Sulpuric planet anylonger. [b]//Classified//[/b] refused to leave without bringing the Citadel down first, but it wasn't her choice. Kicking and screaming [i]Guardian 89356[/i] took her to his ship and flew to Earth. [b]//Classified//[/b] was imediatly fasinated by the Traveller. She asked [i]Guardian 89356[/i] to tell her all about this strange thing.[i]Guardian 89356[/i] took her as an apprentice Warlock. At 16 [i]Guardian 89356[/i] had tought her eveything he could about "Space Magic" and she was addmited to be entered into a Fireteam. Now at the age of 17 [b]//Classified//[/b] has been given permission to enter a Fireteam. Training codenamed as "Beta" will comence soon. She will be ready and able to start a Fireteam at the date of September 9th 2014. She will end the Vex and the Citadel wil be brought to justice.... [b]//life transmission ended// //searching for remaining records... //0 records found// //ending transmission//[/b] Just one last thing. Thank you Copper for making me think more deeply! This is the first time i have really thought about this! If you read this Copper I would love for you to write a comment on this! Also i want you (Copper) to name my Guardian for me nothing silly please something serious! Copper please add me on PSN: Geo-Trancer . Thank you for sharing your background for your character with me! Destiny Awaits!

[b]//retrieving GUARDIAN file #9083084// ... //file classified, requires verification// ********* //access granted// ERROR: some data in this file may be corrupted, display anyway? Y //retrieving file...//[/b] [b]Name:[/b] Connor [b]Class:[/b] Warlock [b]Race:[/b] Exo [b]Exo Model #: //CORRUPT DATA//[/b] [b]Alias:[/b] Ouroboros [b]Bio:[/b] This unit was found among the wreckage at one of the research stations on Venus by early salvage teams after the Vex first attacked. Upon arrival to Earth it was clear that this unit was altered and modified by the lab techs using rare metals found on the planet. Scientists on earth also discovered that the unit was designed in a way to utilize and maximize potential energy from the Traveler. [b]//CORRUPT DATA//[/b] It was then discovered outside the wall of the Tower, seeking an "audience" with the Traveler. Immediately after being led into the City, it requested to become a Guardian, calling himself Connor. Connor's capacity for learning seems uninhibited and instant, learning basic combat and marksmanship in a matter of minutes, taking any downtime to study humanity's history. It quickly became interested in ancient symbols, taking the alias "Ouroboros". Connor also seems able to control the Traveler's energy with no difficulty, Even on par with awoken Warlock class Guardians. Training exercises have shown exemplary response times to new situations, finding weak points and exploiting them in combat, as well as response to command. Connor however has shown complete disregard to his superiors when ordered to fight fellow guardians, stating "Humanity's in-fighting is what has caused it to be in this situation. There is no benefit to be fighting each other other than to enforce and solidify human's need to prove itself, while war wages around them and it's very existence is at oblivion's door." Connor has now been placed in the GUARDIAN scouting regiment, and has been sending regular reports on enemy movement, operations, and base locations back to the Tower. [b]Last known location:[/b] Currently back at the Tower, awaiting further orders. [b]//End File//[/b] "Anything on who he was back on Venus?" "Nothing, the whole lab was rubble, he was the only thing that was salvageable. There is little data to be found on our systems here either... Connor for all we know is an AI." "Well, he seems to share the Traveler's compassion. He's what we need to turn the tide." "Should I send him in then?" "Send him in."

name: Custodian Wilson age: 24 race: human class: warlock date: (insert date here) Well, hi. I'm supposed to be writing in first person for some odd reason. But anyways, my name is Wilson. I am a... well "ex" custodian aboard the U.S.S. Quasar. I know it's pretty pathetic, but here me out! I have gone through star battles and had to clean rest rooms and dead bodies. Pretty sad, and I still haven't lost my sanity yet. I've seen a deck hands to admirals die... well anyways back to the story. I was cleaning the air lock of a recently deceased private (how's that for a major in engineering), and some asshole locked me in and I looked at them with disgust. Sure enough there was a fallen bursting through the door. So what did a genius like me do? I smashed the window... and... wait how did I survive a vacuum? Never mind, I flew a cross a huge 500 m gap to a Fallen ship and landed in the docking bay. Luckily but yet unluckily I landed on a Fallen. But luckily I had my fold out electric scrubber, and I shoved it into any hole I could find and I scrubbed him so good, I killed him (or her). I safely took an escape pod to the nearest star system and found my self on earth. I then climbed from the rubble, with disgust, found myself face to face with a Titan. He kicked me in the shin. And said "Oh you're alive". "So that's I got here", I said. "Sir are you gonna take your order", the drive through worker said. *sigh*

Name: That guy Class: that one class Favorite weapon: that weapon over there. Backstory: the one with the ponies Favorite food: that thing that tastes good but gives you the poops Favorite drink: that stuff that makes up like some percentage of the earth Inspiration: Bill Cosby

Protocol:00736742 Running.... Displaying subject profile Quoted from psychologist studying subject "The less we know about this thing the better" Name:(Unknown) Subject Codename: WarDog Race:(Unknown) Class:Titan Age:(Unknown) Sex:(Unknown) Height:7'6" Weight:300 pounds We know very little about this guardian aside from his combat style and personality (or lack there of). When joining the academy this person came with his/her own set of armor his/her own weaponry. He/she did not use the barracks provided and throughout training never removed his/her armor at least not to our cameras or fellow trainees. We say fellow but in all truth none of the other initiates could compare to him/her. Then after graduation we sent him/her with an S class (highest possible team rank) fire team of 5 of the best. They were sent to the moon to investigate the whereabouts of an S class recon team that had last reported seeing movement under the surface of the moon on their thermal scans. Then they missed check in 4 hours after that report. We then received a a garbled distress beacon 2 hours after a second missed check in. The only part of the message that were legible said that they had gone into a large cave that appeared to have been dug and woke what presumably dug the cave. The team apparently had been ambushed and as they were escaping the other team member had been killed we then hear static after a few moments the static clears and hear the same person screaming for help and mercy and in the background we hear loud roars and screeches then gunfire the recording device sounds as if it had been knocked over and the recording ended. After being briefed on the mission war dogs fire team lead by a warlock by the name of Clinton landed on the surface of the moon and made their way to the recon teams camp. After arriving at the camp it was a sight of pure horror. The team member that had sent out the distress beacon had been gutted by angry hungry claws his insides strewn about the camp. The fire team all reeled in pure disgust all except for WarDog who simply looked over the camp checking for enemy's that may have remained. After securing and re-sealing the camp the team began re-powering air generation units and air recycling units the team began searching the camp for clues. The 2 hunter class guardians started the search while squad leader Clinton reported in to the drop ship waiting in orbit and the second warlock cleaned out her helmet that when seeing the camp up close she had promptly thrown up in. WarDog took on the only job that the others could handle checking the dead for clues. All members of the fire team had been broadcasting their views from helmet cams and we were able to see the enemy which had killed the recon team we later dubbed the hive. While searching over the dead WarDog found a hastily drawn simple map under the body of the recon member. It appeared to lead to the cave that the recon team had found the last ditch effort of the recon team to destroy this undead horde. After reporting this discovery the team moved out to the cave in hopes of eliminating this threat. Entering the cave it began to look less like a lunar cave and more like ruins of a gothic citadel. The team went deep into the structure and found what appeared to be the center of the structure with a large hole that seemed to run through to the center of the moon. Squad leader Clinton decided place down a sonic radar device to map out the cave system and find it's hub up to this point the team hadn't seen any of the zombie like creatures that had attacked and killed the recon team. However after setting off the the radar the cave began to fill with the same shrieks and roars heard on the distress signal the team was quickly surrounded and overwhelmed by the horde. WarDog quickly began cutting down many of the horde with his heavy shotgun and massive cleaver clearing a path for his team to escape. Getting to the door of the large room WarDog held back the horde with the Gatling gun the female warden had dropped after falling to the first part of this hordes ambush the next room was smaller and more but creatures of the horde crawled out of the walls through holes and as the team began to run for the door a hive creature now known as an ogre dropped out of the roof of the room crushing one of the hunter squad members and eating the other. WarDog then confronted this thing pushing Clinton the through the door out of the room and as he turned back to the ogre we se it's fist hitting WarDog in the face breaking the helmet camera but we hear yells growls and shouts of rage in the mask of WarDog until 6 minutes later we hear the same silence as we would usually hear from that persons microphone. During this time we see Clinton running for the outside world slowly taking damage and fatigue from fighting. Clinton reaches the last stretch and seeing a light. He looked back for WarDog hoping he had made it after a moment he turned back sure no one was coming but as he turned he began to hear footsteps he turned back expecting another monster but what he saw brought him great joy he began to run towards WarDog as he walked thought the door he then stopped when he saw that WarDog was missing his left arm and then we see Clinton's view jerk and then he looked down and we see a massive sword sticking through the squad leaders chest and it is pulled back through and he hit the ground dead we see through the squad leaders camera we see WarDog drop his shotgun and pull his cleaver from his back and began to face off against the creature a foot taller than WarDog. The two warriors circle each other and we see the only recording of war dogs fighting style as if filled with a rage unmatched by any WarDog charges the undead warrior. We asked many swords master about this style of fighting but most dismissed it as a child waving a sword around until they watch the recording. Then they began asking characteristics of WarDog we described him as silent, closed off, and methodical. After hearing this the masters all said the same thing: this style is unnamed and rarely taught only master able by this with insurmountable rage and control over said rage. Remember that I had said that WarDog drew his cleaver it is a two handed 6 foot long weapon that was very heavy WarDog only had one arm and he was wielding it as though it were only a few pounds. WarDog quickly lopped off an arm of the other warrior and hobbled its ability to use it's sword causing it to fall into a defensive stance and WarDog began an onslaught of swings against this knight. With one last combo WarDog knocked the knights sword way and spun off of the disarming attack to cut the knight in half. And after finishing that move WarDog put the cleaver through the head of the knight. He the kneeled to the corpse of the knight showing an honor between swordsman rarely seen by others he then took of Clinton's helmet and took the sword of the knight and headed out of the cave. At the entrance of the cave WarDog planted the sword into the moon and placed Clinton's helmet on top of the sword as a grave for the fallen members of his team and detonated a bomb that was left at the site of the ambush destroying that base on the moon. Having completed the mission WarDog called for the drop ship. This was the first and only mission WarDog would do with a team. End of stream Playback Ended [spoiler]so what do you guys think?[/spoiler]

I'm not sure I can remember. For I have only recently been [b]Awoken[/b]

There are some damn nice stories on this thread. So many to read.

Name: Kaid Age: 19 Race: Human Class: Hunter Bio: He used to fend for a living. But all that changed when the Fallen Nation attacked.

Birth Name-Chaz Vander Academy Name-Ω (Omega) Nickname-Blaze Eye Color-Green Height-5'9" Age-16 Race-Human, White Class-Warlock Entry 01: Home I don't remember my home...I basically grew up at Diadenh (Die-den) Academy. My parents gave me to the government because they couldn't pay their taxes, like I was some "Property" they owned. I couldn't do anything about it at the time...I was only 6 years old. I had just finished kindergarden when i was given up...that's the "home" I never want to visit again... Signed, Chaz Vander

[i][b]Since the day of his birth it has grown. It has become stronger and stronger each and every passing moment, giving him the strength and support needed to stand on his own two feet, allowing him to face his fate head on. Lithe and muscular, it begins just below the base of his neck, extending down parallel to his front in a graceful arc, ending just above two soft, round buttocks, upon which he does most, if not all, of his sitting. Two wide, strong shoulders extend out from it, from which two lean arms are connected, which are in turn likewise connected to two hands. Hands that are quick and agile, yet sometimes gently quiver with nervousness when holding the stock of a rifle, pointed at a foe. In times of loss and sadness it will bend with grief, but in times of strife it must remain strong, lest the last light of Humanity be snuffed out, like a candle before the oncoming storm. - My [u]Back[/u]story.[/b][/i]