Since we know next to nothing about this game, and that we're (already) making pseudo-allegiances, vengeances, and others; I thought to myself, "Hey, I could make a back story for my character before I even get into the game, so I'll already have a mindset to go into when the game launches." So that is what I am here to do today, I am going to write a "fanfiction" of my character in this post apocalyptic world, this will be set before he becomes a Guardian. Naturally, this will be updated (hopefully) daily and is subject to change according to any new information about the game and such. This will be a long and ongoing series of posts, so beware if you don't want to read. Also, if you have suggestions on what happens next, some friendly criticism, or something else; post in the comments. Also, flame this post if you like since everyone has a right to their own opinions (so long as it is a bit more...refined than normal). However, I hope you'll grow just as my character (hopefully) will over the course of time. I hope this can inspire you to start your own story/projects. Enjoy the read; I'll enjoy writing it! Edit 2/21/13: So originally this was for NM members and was going to be private, but I thought putting this out there might inspire a few people to engage themselves more into this mysterious and fantastic universe. I myself was inspired by user who posted the "aftermath" of the Fallen trekking it out in the snow, they were heading to a city in the distance. Sadly, I couldn't find his post. So, here's my take on being creative with this universe. ==================== I. A spark ==================== This is not my grave. I will not fall here, not while there is something left to defend. [i]You will die here.[/i] The voice whispers in my ear. I will not, this is not my grave. [i]You are not the one to choose that.[/i] This voice annoys me, and it has planted itself in my mind for years now. It clings to me like a virus, destroying me from the very core of my body. Yet this time, it feels eerily true. I can't shake the cold feeling on my shoulders or my hands. Something will happen...but when? I wonder when it is I will draw my last breath, will it be upon a throne of velvet and gold? Will it be upon a sea of silk? Or will it be writhing in a puddle of red, clawing for life? Or is it in this snow? Yes. This snow would be a perfect place for my body to decorate, I'd only have to wait a few more minutes. "Zwei!" I snap from my thoughts and run to the source of the sound. I remember where I am now. I am in a battlefield. I kneel beside him, his armour shining like the finest silver amidst the pure white of the snow. His blood - his life - seeped from the holes in his armour into the snow beneath him. The enemy, the traitorous humans, the [i]Heretics[/i] were driven back only barely, and at such a cost. "I haven't known you for very long. I know you have your doubts about this world. You are young right now, but your destiny will bring you far." "Do not speak brother, every breath you waste is like poison upon your body." "I won't go any farther than here," He coughed in his helmet. His lights flickered, "But you will." That's the exact line all of his partners before said to me, I don't know what they saw in me. He rested his hand on my shoulder and looked up at me. The floor trembled and shook violently. "You should go now." He dropped his hand onto his rifle and grasped it tightly; with trouble, he found one last magazine for his rifle. He glimpsed back into the distance and back at the ammo counter on his rifle. I saw the number, fifty rounds. It wouldn't be nearly enough to drive them back this time. I know what he's doing. My hands curled into fists, burning oil flowed through my veins, and fury turned my vision red. Yet, I could not do a single thing except watch. I have only one bullet in this pistol, and that is to put one through my skull so that I wouldn't be captured alive. I gripped the handle tightly, but another voice rings in my ear, [i]Remember who you are.[/i] Who am I? I question it everyday, every moment of my life. Ever since my family was cast down from the moon, we never found who we were. How can I be like the man before me? How can I become like his comrades, sacrificing themselves to protect one boy? I ask myself more forcefully this time, hoping for a more resolute answer. "I am a Luna." I whispered to myself, "I am descended of the moon's light. I will watch over humanity in this night." My fury subsides and I loosen my grip on the handle. I turn my attention to the Guardian next to me, another light which will be extinguished because of me. Because they thought only of others while I only thought of myself. I can only imagine the agony he must have gone through, watching his entire team fall to bring one human to the City. It seems as if I was cursed to extinguish the flames of all those who are near me; five - soon six - were the brightest I'd ever seen. I caused their deaths. The thought plagues me like the aliens plague us. He looks in the distance and I can sense his face grimace. He removes his New Monarchy cloak and puts it around my shoulders. He pats my shoulder one more time and looks to the floor, "Goodbye." I can only watch silently as his hand slips from my shoulder. Already, I felt his strength leaving him, and already do I feel something missing. I know. This is the last time I'll see him. I grip the thick fabric of the cloak and pull the hood over my head. He moves and takes up position behind a rock, rifle at the ready. One last look at the tower of strength. One last look at the person who saved me. One last look at the blissful life I used to have. "Farewell." I turn my back to him and walk slowly toward the coming blizzard. Toward the next chapter of my life. ==================== Hey guys, for those who read, thanks for sticking it out! Criticism is appreciated, suggestions will be read, and anything else would be amazing! Hell, I'd even work with you if you want your character to be in here! Keep in mind, this is before my character becomes a Guardian.