[CHAR] Destiny: Scotophobia (accepting)

[awkwarddingo]

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[awkwarddingo]

Name: Verstand-08

Gender: Male

Race: Exo

Appearance: Greyish-green exoskeleton with bright blue eyes and a deep red blast shield. His preferred Shader is the Old Guard

Class and Subclass: Sunsinger Warlock.

Armor set: Spektar Haliaetus Hood with purple chroma

Spektar Gauntlets with purple chroma

Spektar legs with pruple chroma

Omnigul's Bond

Dread Explorer Shell

Weapons: Red Death

The Comedian with arc damage

Tormund's Bellows with Solar Damage

Personality and Traits: Ever since a year ago, Verstand has secluded himself inside the Tower archives, keeping them updated to the point where he can memorize a majority of it. Because of his seclusion, his is socially aloof and inexperienced with working in teams. On the rare occasion where he goes out, it is alone. If Guardians spot him in the frontier, he's using his Ghost to record his findings, whether they be a peculiar piece of chitin on the Dreadnaught or the cold, dead shell of a Vex Minotaur. He tends to talk randomly to people on his findings, and what he says tend to be mind-numbingly boring or grossly grotesque.

His more than average intelligence doesn't mean he's a pushover in combat. Although his guns are collecting dust, he was once called a "surgeon with a pulse rifle." He believed those days to be over until his call to the Vanguard Hall. He sees this as a new opportunity to find new test subjects, whether they be killed enemies, a funny looking tree, or a Guardian awaiting resurrection via Ghost.

[Spade]

Name: Damien Montenegro, The Kellbreaker
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class and Subclass: Titan, Sunbreaker

Armor Set:
-Duskrender Type 0 Helmet
-Duskrender Type 0 Gauntlets
-Duskrender Type 0 Chest Armor
-Murvaux Type 0 Leg Armor
-Devil's Mark Titan Mark
-'Iron Shell' Ghost Shell
-Infinity Link Shader, giving his armor an all black appearance, save for a few white details and a red detail on his left leg.
Weapons:
-Zarinaea-D, Hakke Auto Rifle
-Burden of Proof XI, New Monarchy Shotgun, Solar
-Infinite Edge Sword, Void
Damien also carries an array of diverse weapons in his vault, including the Exotic Heavy Machine Gun Thunderlord

Personality and Traits: Damien Montenegro is a rather mysterious figure around The Tower, but it used to not be that way. A while back, Damien was just one member of the Howling Corsairs, a group of mercenaries that made a decent living running bounties for the Vanguard. Whilst running patrols for the New Monarchy in The Cosmodrome, the group of Guardians were ambushed and overwhelmed by the House of Devils, a Fallen house who were known to stick to the shadows. Damien was the only one to survive, the crushed Ghosts of his fireteam members kept as trophies by the Fallen Captains that lead the attack. Who was once a vibrant, optimistic contributor had become a detached, rarely seen Guardian, bent on revenge gone for weeks on end at a time traveling the stars, a one man war against all minions of the Darkness, but specifically targeting areas of high Fallen activity, holding a certain disdain for the alien race.

This has led to Damien being given the name Kellbreaker, earned from his time collecting the heads of Captains and other high ranking Fallen officers for the Vanguard. Damien has become an authority on the Fallen due to his extensive experience, often being called on to act as a consultant for operations against the Fallen, large or small. Holding a well earned affinity for Fallen battle tactics and strategy, Damien is often sought after for his experience, but prefers to work alone, his Ghost being the closest thing to a friend he has these days. Damien only stops by The Tower to turn in, pick up bounties and have his guns, armor or ship worked on, mainly keeping to himself as he's in and out as quick as he can be.

Other than that, he does endorse the New Monarchy cause, mainly for the weapons they've provided him in the past, he's also very much respected by Commander Zavala for his service to the Vanguard. He also prefers a close combat style. Loyal, experienced and deadly efficient in his combat prowess, Damien can be a strong contributor to a fireteam, all you have to do is convince him to join.

[Light]

Hadron-12

"The Void is the fine line between Light and Dark. Walk carefully, lest you be torn by the forces you wish to control."

Appearance

Helm Removed


Full Gear


Equipment

Gear
Warlock (Voidwalker) The Ram
Monte Carlo Harrowed Grasp of Eir
1000-Yard Stare Harrowed Chasm of Yuul
Harrowed Qullim's Terminus Harrowed Path of Xol
Voidwalker's Bond

Equipment
S-13 "Graverobber" Dawncaller
Laurea Prima
Waning Star

Personality
Neutral Good
Dry, factual, and sometimes sarcastic, first impressions of Hadron-12 easily come off as abrasive and a bit too nonchalant. In reality, his realistic approach on life rests on a well-calculated border between optimism and pessimism, as he focuses on the truth of the matter instead of sticking his head in the clouds. While he certainly isn't as charismatic as most others, his intentions and are clear as day; he has a duty to fulfill as a guardian, and will try his hardest to make sure everyone gets out alive.

Ghost
Cheery, vibrant, and sometimes easily bored, Hadron's Ghost is a comedic counter to his sometimes dull outlook on life. It seeks to find the fun in each day as it guides its guardian along the Traveler's Light, and would do anything it can to protect him, even if they do butt heads every once in a while.

Biography
Prologue: Alive Again

Hider

Harsh winds swept the Martian sand into his unblinking eyes like a rusty breath of ages past as he marched along the dunes that accented the Valles Marineris, just east of Tharsis. Today's sunrise was as young as he was, and he marveled at the canyons below in its morning light, alongside his new companion. "Being alive again will take some getting used to," he churned in a monotonic droll. "How long was I out anyway?"

"Centuries, at least. The last thing you remember was the Golden Age, right?" The floating ball of metal and lights chimed like a characteristic foil to him as it made several orbits around his head. "You lived and died long before I was born, and it took forever to find you."

"I suppose."

"So, there you go!"

"Right. Now, about this 'Traveler's Light' thing-"

"Have you settled on a path yet?"

"I'll have to do my research once we get back to Earth."

"That sounds rather decisive to me."

"Well, be that as it may, we still need to get to Noachis first."

"Which is-"

"Very, very far away."

The Ghost nodded its entire body, its wide crimson eye flickering with anticipation as they made their way down the steep slopes and into the canyons below. The trek from the mountains of Tharsis to the flat landmass of Noachis was a march of 30 martian days, with the decent into Valles Marineris being just the beginning. Going off of purely the faded memories of his past life, the wandering exo pressed onward, in hopes that he could find a way back to Earth in grand City of Noah.

Part 1: The City of Noah
WIP

[ShiningSector]

Name: Simon Ivanov

Gender: Male

Race: Human

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

Class and Subclass: Titan, Defender

Armor Set:

• Helmet - Helm of Saint-14
• Chest - Iron Companion Plate
• Arm - Iron Companion Gauntlets
• Legs - Iron Companion Greaves
• Class Item - Season of Ages XII
• Shader - Imogen's Fire

Weapons:

• Primary - Nirwen's Mercy
• Secondary - Invective
• Heavy - Diluvian 10/4x

Personality and Traits: 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 the sewing renewed flesh and the infusion of re-birthing Light orchestrated by Cipher, his soon-to-be Ghost, 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. Easier said than done 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 competitiveness likely seen with a Striker, Simon however found himself favoring the Defender archetype of his Titan classification. This has lead into an peculiar match-up of aggressive gunplay and supportive fortifying experimented, practiced, and mastered through the rigorous matches of Lord Shaxx's Crucible and Lord Saladin's Iron Banner. When the going get tough, Simon is sure to utilize his almost impenetrable Ward of Dawn not only to protect and enhance his allies but also to transform himself in to an unmovable and unstoppable war machine.

With years of accumulated service to the Last City, Simon is occasionally, if not all the time, positioned by the Vanguard to assist with the training of new Guardians but sometimes deployed into tasked Strike or Raid teams when the need comes to light.

[Apollosarcher]

Spectre

Name: Spectre

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Main Class: Hunter

Subclass: Nightstalker

Weapons

Primary: Ace of Spades

Secondary: Stillpiercer (Void)

Heavy weapon: Bretomart's stand (Solar)

In his vault are the hard won Exotic gun beside his custom piece. The Time and Patience.
Armor:

Helmet: Sanction Six

Gauntlets: Seal Ahamkara Grasps

Chest Armor: Sanction Six

Boots: Sanction Six

Cloak: Strength of the Pack

Ghost Shell: Scholar Shell

Artifact: Memory of Timur

Appearance: Rather tall for a Hunter, standing over six feet tall, with a couple inches to spare. His shaggy and short red hair is slightly too long for military cut and annoy's Commander Zavala greatly. He is thinly built and rather capable for a Hunter

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 thief, 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, and caring demeanor.

Spectre hunt’s his target with a careful eye and a quick hand, he has faced the Vault of Glass and walked away with spoils and riches. A born explorer Spectre's journals are best sellers in the city below who enjoy reading stories and theories the young writer has about the worlds and enemies who surround him. While his precision shooting skills exceed the average Guardian especially at long ranges and his quick draw is compared to that of Shin Malphur or Jaren Ward.

His best skill is of course, his piloting which is unmatched by Reef pilots as his Sanction Six clearance means he can fly past the Reef, into the unknown. Few pilot's travel that far, yet even fewer return Spectre is one such pilot while all his sightings and Spectre is one of the finest Scouts this system has ever seen.