Eleanor Stonewall: One of the finest shots in Fireteam Goliath. "It was only minutes after my eyes were met with the gentle, welcoming rays of the sun when I was approached by a large Titan named Peru Zanzibar. My life, on that day, changed forever." -Eleanor Stonewall Eleanor was just like any other New Light, taking in that first breath of air and moving your stiff joints after God knows how many years, but Eleanor had a natural gift of marksmanship, and that was the feature that would define her for her entire existence. Eleanor blinked her honey-colored eyes to rid them of whatever debris snuck their way into them and found herself lying in a stagnant pool of brackish water, wearing nothing but torn-up clothing and mangled combat boots. From the corner of her eye, Eleanor saw a glimmer of light under the water's dark surface. Eleanor allowed a curious hand to reach for it, and what it retrieved was the weapon that would seal her legend; a Survivors Epitaph dressed in purple and white metallic plating which shimmered like one-thousand stars on a clear night. As Eleanor examined the weapon, a purple speck invaded her peripheral vision. Turning to it, Eleanor saw her Ghost, Robin, spinning its shell merrily as he observed his Guardian. Eleanor tilted her head slightly to the side. "Who?" "I am your Ghost! My name is Robin, and I am here to help you in your fight against the Darkness!" Robin chirped in response to Eleanor's bewildered 'who?'. "The Darkness?" Eleanor inquired as she slowly rose to her feet. Before Eleanor could speak another word, Robin cut her off suddenly. "Woah! Guardian! You need some fresh clothes!" "...yes, but where can I find some? There's nothing here but trees, bushes, and this puddle of water I'm standing in," Eleanor stated. Suddenly, the ground began to vibrate, which caused the young Huntress to freeze. "He-hey! Uh...Robin! Do you feel that?" Suddenly, a dark shadow loomed overhead; whatever or whoever owned it was immense in stature. Eleanor turned around and saw a Titan. A huge Titan standing seven-foot-five inches tall and had the mass of two large men. Eleanor's heart jumped into her throat when her eyes fell upon the man. Too stunned to say anything, all she could do was stare. A thunderous chuckle came from deep within the chest of the Titan before he removed his helmet to ease the Huntress' worry. A man with grey hair and vibrant green eyes was the owner of the immense figure. The man smiled. "Why hello, New Light. Are you lost?" the Titan asked in a strong, Dutch accent deep enough to shake a mountain. Eleanor stared up at the man in awe. The Titan chuckled. "Well, allow me to give a proper introduction. My name is Peru Zanzibar. I am the leader of Fireteam Goliath, and we're looking for willing Guardians to join our ranks." "Fireteam?" Eleanor muttered in response. "What's a Fireteam?" Peru chuckled. "A Fireteam is a group of Guardians who are tasked to protect the City and its people." Peru folded his arms. "I can tell just by looking at you that you're a quick learner, so you'd be easy to train." "Train?" Eleanor responded. Eleanor pointed to her chest. "You...want to train...me?" "Of course. We can use another Hunter." Peru offered his hand for Eleanor to shake. "I will forge you into something the world cannot fathom. I will make you a threat." Eleanor looked at her Ghost for reassurance; her Ghost nodded. Eleanor looked back up at the hulking man, grabbed his hand, and shook it gently. Peru smiled, then gave Eleanor a firm pat on the back before leading her back to his camp. "You've made the right choice...er...what's your name?" Peru inquired, leaning down, awaiting a response. "Eleanor. Eleanor Stonewall."