APPROVED CHARACTERS WILL GO HERE...

Name: Andromedai Morgenstern (Or Andro for short)

Sex: Female

Race: Human

Main Class: Hunter

Subclass: Gunslinger

Weapons:

1: Sniper Rifle = Patience and Time

2: Shotgun = Universal Remote

3: Scout Rifle = Fate of all Fools

Armor:

Legs/Feet: Tireless Striders

Chest: H_LD Starwinder

Hands: Zealot Gloves

Helm: Mask of the Third Man

Cape: Shroud of Flies

Appearance:


Ghost Name: Orion

Personality: Andromedai cares for her own people as well as the Awoken and the Exo. She will do what she can to protect her squad and those around her. Even for the current situation the world is in, she tries to keep a positive attitude and truly believes that one day the human race will rule the galaxy once more.(Along side the other races) To gain her trust though, you must earn it through actions and not words. She also has a sharp sense of humor, is very brave, courageous, intelligent, and stubborn.

Current List of players:
1. Andromedai - (GM)
2. Nallore - (CO-GM)
3. Apollosarcher
4. Sylverblu
5. Lemons
6. Skyrte
7. Zetsuko
8. Brasslazer
9. ShiningSector
10.

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@Apollosarcher

Name: Spectre

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Main Class: Hunter

Subclass: Gunslinger

Weapons: The Last Word, Hawkmoon, The Patience and Time

Armor:

Helmet: Sanction Six

Gauntlets: Don't touch Me

Chest Armor: Sanction Six

Boots: Sanction Six

Cloak: Shattered Vault Cloak

Appearance:




Ghost Name: Torren

History: Funny how the world works, Spectre doesn’t really remember much from his old life, before he became a Guardian just that he flew a ship. Maybe it was after the golden age, maybe he went out and rescued others or perhaps he’s a golden age smuggler, it doesn’t matter to him now. What matters is The City, not how he ended up in a Martian shipyard.

Spectre however skilled he may be under fire or in the cockpit often lets his emotions often get the best of him. He’s been caught multiple times sneaking out of the tower with food from the wilds that he brings down to children in the city. Without his helmet the smile on his face is almost permanent, as is his good natured joking, his red hair often falls in his face, yet he refuses to cut it.

Spectre hunt’s his target with a careful eye and a quick hand, he has faced the Vault of Glass and walked away. Though thanks to way time works in vault has yet to and has shatter the vault his cloak is the only way to know what he has done. His style is one of speed and barrages of bullets, with two hand canon’s he leaves nothing standing in his wake.

Considered one of the best pilots out their Spectre has been scouting past the Reef in recent years, looking for a skill forgotten. His ship the, Valkyrie-05X was built by Amanda Holliday just for him. They work together to try and build better ships, from Holliday he’s learned how to fix and maintain a lot Golden age tech. What is needed, Spectre is a hallmark of the Vanguards finest.

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Name: Kazik, Sin Baron

Race: Eliksni (Fallen)

Sex: Male

Class: N/A

Subclass: N/A

Weapons: Wire rifle (Queenbreaker's Bow), Shock Pistol (Dreg's Promise), Shock Rifle
(Note: Melee is performed with a shock blade)

Armor: N/A

Appearance: As far as Fallen go, Kazik is pretty beaten up. Tattered cloths are draped precariously across his body, one of which notably is draped over his back in the same way as many Hunters wear cloaks. On this torn, black drape are the remnants of the House of Sin's emblem. Otherwise, Kazik looks like many other Fallen, wearing scavenged combat armor and survival equipment, including a set of worn ether sups and life support systems. The only other notable aspects of Kazik are his arms, being that the left two have been replaced with cybernetic implants, and that his helmet has two black stripes going down the front of it diagonally. Additionally, the helmet has a small crack in the top left corner, which has been mostly welded shut but slightly left open to serve the functions of both a symbol and a reminder to Kazik: he is not immortal.

Ghost Name: While Kazik does not have a Ghost, he does have a Servitor-like creature for his personal Ether supplies. Having been separated from the Fallen's main servitors, he had to craft one for himself, which interacts with the Transmat system in a fashion similar to the Ghosts of Guardians. While it does not have the same personality or analytical capability of Ghosts, Kazik relies upon it for life, and as a result has grown quite attached. He endearingly calls it Virisk-1.

History: Translated from the Fallen tongue, this data log was found in the wreckage of a Fallen Skiff

I am Kazik. I belong to House Sin. Rather, I belonged. House Sin was the Kings before the Kings. We existed within our Houses, yes. Devil, Winter, Wolf, even Judgement. But, House Sin strove to rule them all. Perhaps we craved to much for ourselves to have. Yet, we craved it nonetheless. Power. We nearly had it, yet as history has shown it to do so often, it slipped through our fingers. Twilight Gap. That's where it ended. On the surface, a war of every House against every spark of Light. However, unity is dangerous. In togetherness, they saw us. Thusly, our name became death. To bear it was to bear the name of the end. House Sin was forced to turn upon themselves, to flee to the stars, or perhaps to turn in the names of their friends in Sin in order to save themselves from certain death. I write this as the last shred of House Sin's existence, having been otherwise wiped out. Myself, I ran to the Guardians' Tower with information and weapons and charisma to befriend them. Soon, I will go to live in their Tower as a constant aid. I will leave this mark of my leaving with my most trusted friend, who has yet to be discovered by the Devils with which she resides. I write this as the last recorded shred of House Sin's existence, and as a warning - that House Sin will return. If not, then it will be avenged. After all, Kazik has procured wonderful allies with which to wage war against the disgraced destroyers of House Sin. Yes... these Guardians will make wonderful tools...

Name: Simon Ivanov

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Main Class: Titan

Subclass: Defender

Weapons:
Primary Weapon: Up For Anything / Auto Rifle
Special Weapon: Invective / Shotgun
Heavy Weapon: BTRD-345 / Machine Gun

Armor:
Helmet: Helm of Saint-14
Gauntlets: Iron Breed Gauntlets
Chest Armor: Holdfast Type 2
Leg Armor: Iron Breed Greaves
Titan Mark: Season of Ages XII

Appearance: Appearing in his 30's. Short white hair possibly from a side effect from being reanimated by Cipher. Purplish eyes and several minor cuts over his face, including a large scar crossing over the bridge of his nose and face. Rough shaved.

Ghost Name: Cipher

Personality and History: Simon first awoke after centuries of death induced sleep in the husk of a destroyed transport vessel, littered of debris and dust-prone skeletons. The reanimation process Cipher, his soon-to-be Ghost, had performed on his decrepit skeletal remains which had then infused both Light and flesh back into his former being at first left him startled and confused; even maddening upon the discovery of his resurrection in this strange new world. An honest reaction any dead man would have after being brought back to life. Eventually, Cipher calmed the still shivering Simon down and helped guide the new Guardian out of the Russian Cosmodrome. Though that would have been easy to say in words if it weren't for the cutthroat Fallen that scavenged the decaying region for anything worthy to utilize in whatever schemes they plotted.

It didn't take the aliens long to notice a wielder of the Traveler's light in their midst, and a weak one no less and soon set after Simon, ever so wanting to relinquish the Guardian of his new found Light. Quickly making use of an old and overlooked Khvostov 7G-02, Simon engaged the Fallen scavengers with a sense of familiar aggression. Simon fought his way through packs of Fallen pirates before securing a ship out of the Fallen-claimed Cosmodrome and soon his future as a full-fledged Guardian.

Despite his surfacing tendencies of aggression and competitiveness, Simon found himself favoring the Defender archetype of his Titan classification which has caused heads to tilt when comparing him with such a support driven role. No doubt to his personality, Simon summons his almost impenetrable Wards of Dawn not only to protect his allies but also to transform himself into a wall against which the Darkness breaks and thus making him near unstoppable. His illustrative and sometimes deceptive use of the classic saying "The best defense is a good offence" as earned him recognizable credit not only within the Vanguard but in the Crucible as well.

With years of accumulated service to the City and the official factions at the Tower as well as identifiable traits of a true Defender, Simon is occasionally either positioned to assist with the training of new Guardians or deployed into tasked Strike or Raid teams when the need comes to light.

Name: Aiden-12

Sex: Male

Race: Exo

Main Class: Titan

Subclass: (Pick one) Sunbreaker

Weapons: (pick up to three)

Primary Weapon: Hard Light

Secondary Weapon: Vestian Dynasty

Heavy Weapon: Thunderlord

Armor: (Optional)

Helmet: Commando Type 0

Chestplate: The Armamentarium

Gauntlets: Commando Type 0

Boots: Commando Type 0

Mark: Mark of the Deep Stone Crypt

Appearance: (Picture is fine) When inside of his armour, Aiden-12 is essentially a wall of metal, inscrutable. Outside of his armour he's actually much the same, being the exo that he is. His "skin" is a deep, metallic burgundy, detailed with lines of white. His ocular sensors glow with a pale blue light. He has a tall, burly frame, clearly built for close, front-lines combat. He's very strong, as could be expected, and the pistons and servos present in his arms and legs are extremely durable and powerful. On each side of his head, a sort of antenna-esque structure is present, allowing for greater auditory receptivity. He has large, powerful hands and feet, and quite often, he crushes delicate things with his hands, completely by accident.

Ghost Name: It's a Ghost. It doesn't have a name. Aiden-12, in accordance with this fact, simply referring to him as "Ghost", or "my Ghost".

Personality: Contrary with his somewhat-imposing outwards appearance, Aiden-12 is actually a fairly amiable and jocular person. However, he can be rather stubborn at times when he needs to be. When he's off duty, he can often be found simply lounging around the tower having a good time. He does, however, have one major pitfall in his personality: he has a compulsive adoration of anything that goes boom. This is essentially the main reason he wears the Armamentarium: incendiary grenades for DAYS. He takes advantage of his, as he has dubbed it, "bomb-hammer" as much as possible. Occasionally, Guardians that he's worked with in the field have reported somewhat manic laughter upon hearing him activate his super. He also has a habit of exchanging constant banter with whatever fireteam he may happen to be with during firefights and space flight alike, often running afoul of people for this exact reason.

History: As an exo, Aiden-12 was obviously built for war. Given his name, his memory has been reset several times over the course of his life. His current set of data began just before the Collapse, only perhaps fifty or so minutes before his death. All that he remember from that time are building drenched in fire and oil, collapsing before his eyes as everybody that he'd ever known crumbled away completely. Looking up, one of these enormous Golden-Age structures fell on top of him. Then he was being woken up by his Ghost. In particular, he was working as a guard for the Ishtar Collective on Venus during the Collapse. A simple jumpship presented itself to him and his Ghost, something that the Collective had been working on and had been locked away for a very long time. It was half-finished and experimental. Really, it was nearly broken, but he was being hunted. He somehow managed to get it into space and pilot it to the Cosmodrome, where it crashed in foot-deep water in the Forgotten Shore.

It was by sheer luck that a party of Guardians came upon him there, lying in the ruins of a jumpship that was crushed like a crumpled soda can. They managed to keep him safe from any Fallen incursions until he awoke. His right arm was essentially unusable and had to be painstakingly reconstructed over a great deal of time. Finally, he was called out into the field, having been reforged and prepared for battle in the Light of the Traveler. That puts him where he is now.

Stormcaller / Male / Exo



Weapons
Monte Carlo
Ice Breaker
Some rocket launcher that isn't gally idc

Ghost Name
Cyprian

Personality
True Neutral
Abarat is a thinker. A scientist and a wizard. He firmly upholds that extreme ethics and morals in either direction are heavily bias, and that only the perfect balance of ideals can allow the light to shine, purging the darkness from the galaxy.

History
Built in the golden age, Codex-12 fought in the wars against the first wave of the Darkness. In humanity's downfall, many exos were also wiped out. Those who survived were lucky to have their memories wiped by the surge of Darkness that caressed the Solar System. Codex-12 was no different from the many exo who were corrupted by the evil presences. All of who he was previous had been destroyed, all memory of name and action erased from his mind. Centuries later, he awoke to learn of his fate through the assistance of a Ghost, calling to him and ushering him into the Light.

Cyprian was the navigator of this lost machine's salvation. But even with Cyprian's assistance, the lost exo found the new world to be strange. Advancements in the study of the traveler, and the survival of humanity struck him as impossible. He even knew not of the Awoken who had mysteriously appeared during his slumber. It dawned on him that it was not the outside world that was strange and abhorrent, it was him. He had become a strange being to this world, even when touched by the Traveler's Light, he felt the Darkness looming, taunting him with the mysteries of his past. The lost exo took up a new name, a mantle to wear the mystery that surrounded him.

Abarant.

Name: Kala Jenas

Sex: Female

Race: Awoken

Main Class: Warlock

Subclass: Sunsinger

Weapons: SUROS Regime, Necrochasm, and Super Good Advice.

Armor:

Helmet: Deathsinger's Gaze

Chest: Heart of the Praxic Fire

Gauntlets: Viper Spine II

Legs: Istanu-GNT Razor

Bond: Bond of the Queen's Guard



Ghost Name: Velox

Personality: Kala is serious, straightforward, and direct. She accepts that she is just a pawn in the war against the Darkness, and strives to be the most valued and honored of these pawns. While intelligent, she isn't much of a strategist, following those who order her. She drowns herself in her work, training either alone or with her fireteam in her free time. In conversation, she is blunt and honest, believing in truth over emotions. If she doesn't tell the truth all the time, how can her teammates trust her on the battlefield?

History: While an Awoken, Kala is similar to the Exo, in that she was built for war. Born on Earth, she trained heavily, becoming a skilled soldier. She learned that a person's own skill is usually not enough, and you must be humble and trusting enough to rely on their fireteam, as well as strong enough to be relied on, if you want to be successful. To her, the fireteam is a system that fights for honor, objective, and survival, and that system is above all. In her travels around the galaxy for the duties as a Guardian, she eventually ended up in the Reef, where she hoped to be accepted as a fellow Awoken. Faced with prejudice for her Earth heritage, she now is driven by her hopes to earn the respect she believes she deserves from the Queen and others of her race.

Name: Zeruel-17

Sex: Male

Race: Exo

Main Class: Warlock

Subclass: Voidwalker

Weapons: Thorn/Vex Mythoclast/Fate of All Fools

Armor:
Helmet: Seraph I

Gauntlets: Seraph I

Chest: Seraph I

Legs: Seraph I

Bond: "Bond of Guardians"

Ghost Name: Veruna

History: Helia and Khan, Zeruel's fireteam, he's been with them since his revival as a guardian. the three of them seemed invincible together, but that didn't last, Zeruel watched as the light was torn away from his companions and their ghosts, he escaped the same fate with an injury that maimed his ability to speak. his ghost speaks for him now.

Zeruel rarly comes to the tower now, after the loss of his fireteam he felt nothing but grief and rage, he had set out on his own, hunting the secrets the forces of darkness posses. He's stolen power from the Hive in the form of several corrupt and powerful weapons. His attention is mostly on the Vex as well as the Cabal's Blind Legion, the reason for this is unknown, perhaps he believes their power can bring back his fallen comrades.

His actions have caused some concern among the Vanguard, though while he may no longer care for them or the city's factions, he still listens to the Speaker.

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