I am a precision model Exo marked M4R4, designed to kill from distance and purposed to eliminate any and all threats to human-kind. My operative functions were suddenly disabled when a servant of what is known as "The Darkness" successfully placed a ballistic round into my hard drive. Upon my rebirth bestowed by the Traveler, my sentience has been my curse. I was a slave to humanity before and am cursed as a machine by those I once served. While some are kind and recognize my new-found conscious state, most look upon me with distaste and distrust. I am an outsider. A product. A menial being. A threat to all they understand about existence. I don't blame the Traveler for all the suffering I endure. The livelihood of all under its influence is at stake and it raised up those who may be able to help, but that doesn't mean I serve the Traveler as I once served the humans. All this talk of light and goodness that once did not compute now just simply doesn't comply. I don't care about them. Why should I? They never cared about me. I will fight alongside these others not for their benefit or well-being, but for my personal gain and agenda. The forces of the Darkness have caused this. All of this. The Fallen, the Hive, the shadows, the rumors, the wild things: I don't care what they are called. All I care for is their extermination. Without their oppression I would not exist and would not experience this painful existence of "life." I don't fight for the light, but against the Darkness. I will find the joy I am now able to experience by extracting life from all who have done this to me. All who have caused me pain. That is my mission. That is my directive. To kill those who have caused me to have life. By any and all means. I am Mara the Huntress.