Your Guardian Short Story

An unsung hero of the collapse, brilliant, charismatic, steadfast and resolute; dying to defend the last vestiges of humanity as they fled to the protection of the Traveller, his last words a litany of hatred projected unto the massed forces of The Darkness. Rising like a Phoenix, the light of The Traveller filling him with life once more, Hades left the ruins of what was once the United Kingdom behind him, and marched forth to deliver a grim and pitiless death to the enemies of humanity. There would be no measure of castigation deemed too cruel. No fist raised, or bullet fired that did not mean the death of an enemy of humanity. For he had a hangover that would bring God Himself to His knees, and if Hades had to suffer, he was damn well going to share his pain.

West Philadelphia, born an raised.

I have 3 that Im going to call the Martian Three. Im just going to post links to another thread save me spamming this thread up with them all. Sarah Shepard, Human Hunter. http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=65979677&path=1 John Collins, Awoken Titan. http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=65974983&path=1 Scott Hunter, Exo Warlock. http://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post?id=65964906&path=1 To sum their stories. All them studied on earth, John was trained in space ship gunnery, while Sarah was groomed to be a Officer and Scott learned studied electronics and mechanics. John was assigned to the ship "Virtus sine macula" after he graduated. Sarah still undergoing her Officer education spends some time on the "Virtus sine macula". Scott is sent to Mars first and works on various machines including defence towers and hydrofarms. About roughly the same time Sarah and John's ship are station at Mars. Sarah is handed leadership of the Martian Dust Devils while John remains a gunner aboard the "Virtus sine macula". During a shift of Guard duty with her subordinates, a tower breaks down and she calls for a technician to come and fix it. Scott arrives at the tower and proceeds to repair it. On his way back to the City he asks Sarah to accompany him to the Martian Ball. She agrees, with help of the women of the MDD gets all dressed up for the occasion. She eventually finds him all dressed up in a officer-esque uniform. They dance to his favourite song under the Martian sky. After he takes her to an observatory room to watch the sky go by. Until he's called to an emergency at another tower. The next day hell breaks loose and aliens attack mars. John is rapidly recalled from his shore leave and strapped into his gunners station. John gains a 154 confirmed kill count before the "Virtus sine macula" is hit several times forcing the crew to evacuate. As Johns pod heads to mars its grazed by a stray shot and is incinerated by re-entry. Sarah is rudely awoken from her night before and is forced into action. She gets the MDD to secure the civilian populace and prepare to defend the city. Scott defies the evac order and takes the equipment of a dead soldier. He saves Sarah from a alien commander. Sarah and Scott along with the rest of the MDD fight off many aliens in several skirmishes. With the last one being fought with 40 of the surviving MDD. Sarah is stabbed by and alien sword, Scott with the last of his ammo blows the aliens brains out. He holds her and tries to soothe her mind and comfort her passing before being killed himself.

I wish I could but I need to know more about the lore and canon

During the Golden Age Humanity created self-aware machines called Exo's meant to aid in the expansion and colonization of other worlds, then later deactivated. While during the Collapse, Humanity awakened their mechanical counterparts to help defend their worlds from the siege of the Darkness. One of those Exo's: Enigma-127, was reactivated on Mars just as the Cabal invaded the planet. Enigma along with the other exo's and human's valiantly fought against the giant war rhinos in an attempt to defend Mars. Eventually however, the tides turned against them and all who fought died including the ones who didn't. With Mars taken along with just about the rest of the Solar System, had it not been for the Traveler humanity and everyone else would've been slaughtered. Once the survivors built the Last City and once again set off into the stars to fight back the Darkness they found themselves touching down on the dusty red planet that once was the epicenter of exotic goods and wares. Now just ruins and corpses litter the red plains, but among the corpses lay endless potential Guardians and one in particular is being searched for by a soon to be endless companion.

He is a badass who got tired of people's shit. And now he is just killing things to pass the time. I easily could have made a crazy deep, and wildly interesting, backstory for my Guardian, but -blam!- it. I just didn't have the effort for it.

Tweaked a bit my post from other thread... but why not sharing it with the Black Garden? Sorry for the wall of text, but here's my planned Guardian. Any opinions or feedback would be much appreciated! Thank you all for your time. --------- [b]Name:[/b] <REDACTED>, a.k.a “Hermit”. [b]Species / Guardian class:[/b] Human / Warlock [b]Gender:[/b] Male. [b]Age:[/b] Between 25 and 28, so close to his thirties. [b]Overview:[/b] Hermit is an oddball with a strong sense of honour, which favours diplomacy over brute force. With our Solar System facing imminent war once again, how far will mere words take him? [b]Physical description: [/b]He’s a green-eyed, fair-skinned young man. His hair is black but, due to his receding hairline, he resigned himself with a discrete haircut. He sports a beard, usually stroking in while in thought (he’s prone to forget he normally wears a helmet, so it gets stroked too). He shows a scar in his right eyebrow, which has accompanied him since birth. Years ago, Hermit was quite skinny, but being infused with some of the Traveler’s powers and the extensive training at the Tower has made up for it. As of today, he’s fit enough to face the average tasks of a Guardian. [b]Aesthetics:[/b] In terms of clothing, he usually favours subtle colours such as brown, blue and coal. With plenty of pockets and unrestricted movement, the warlock trench coat gets the job done. The only part of Hermit’s equipment which stands out is his helmet, coloured in yellow/golden tones. [b]Weapon of choice:[/b] Hand cannons such as the Duke Mk. 44, and how could I forget the space magic? [b]Lifestyle:[/b] When in trouble, he prefers to resolve disputes without resorting to battle, which he isn’t half bad at it either –he just chooses not to do so–. Hermit is also an avid explorer, lead by his curiosity and the burning desire of learn more. In his search for artefacts of lost knowledge, he won’t rest until every bit and cranny of an area has been explored. [b]Personality:[/b] Hermit could be described as “creative, steadfast, modest and a little odd”; he’s cynical, yet wise beyond his years. His humble and soft-spoken demeanour often belies his Warlock prowess. He prefers diplomacy rather than intimidation to solve problems, measuring carefully the options before leaping into action. Sometimes, this gets mistaken for cowardice, much to his dismay. He’s polite and social with everyone, especially with strangers. Nonetheless, he appreciates solitude. Every now and then he feels the need to get some distance from his colleagues; withdrawing into himself to focus and ponder about his endeavours, inner thoughts, and other philosophical matters. In time, that –and his thoughtful approach to life– would end up earning him the moniker of “Hermit”. While comfortable on a team, he values being independent; a trait that shows up both inside and outside the battlefield. He’s also known to be an accomplished storyteller, often attending meetings in the Tower where children listen to his experiences as a Guardian of the City. Sometimes, Hermit twists these anecdotes into horror stories, frightening the children for his own amusement. Lastly, though he has vertigo and usually complains a lot during flights, he is considered a fairly skilled pilot. [b]Talents: [/b]He’s dexterous with “space magic” as much as he is with words. He can a valuable asset when negotiating, thanks to his soft demeanour and seeing the whole picture in a conflict instead of focus in the parts. He’s also quite creative –even in battle–, being able to find new and unexpected solutions to harsh situations; but he doesn’t like boasting about it. [b]Weaknesses: [/b]Despite his proficiency on social interaction on a superficial level, Hermit has a hard time connecting with others on a deep, personal level. Also, he often feels “out of place” around people, resulting on a limited pool of friends and comrades, and several difficulties trusting them, especially in battle. [b]Likes:[/b] Books, space magic, cooking, writing, being alone, chatting and drinking fruit juice or coffee. [b]Dislikes: [/b]Shame, regret, unnecessary violence, his Ghost, simple-mindedness, unsolved secrets and heights. [b]Notable relationships: [/b][i]Coming soon.[/i] [b]Motivations and goals:[/b] in the short term? He’s determined to keep studying the Traveler, in hopes of unravelling its mysteries and, of course, trying to keep the inhabitants of the Last City safe. In the long term, he dreams of leaving Earth in a quest for learning more about mankind’s downfall and finding a plausible explanation to our Golden Age’s abrupt ending. [u][b]Recent history[/b][/u] Son of a humble couple of residents in the Last City, Hermit could trace his lineage back to Mars, when mankind ruled the Solar System. Labelled a “weirdo” since the first day at school, he was always alone, isolated; the perfect victim of humiliation and bullying by his classmates, experiences that forged some of the hermit-like traits that would follow him through adulthood. He found some comfort by admiring the ever-watchful Traveler, above the City. Actually, he thought they were very similar one another: both alone, with an uncertain, yet important purpose in life. Hermit began to idolise the beautiful sphere, gazing night after night at it like a wondrous entity; the mere sight of it was enough to ignite his already vast imagination. The Traveler was like the friend he never had, filling the lonely moments of the poor boy with a silent dialogue, one that would last for years. In Hermit’s coming of age, his mother –aware of her son’s fascination– encouraged him to apply for a position in the Traveler’s research team. He studied hard and, after graduating with high honours, passed the membership tests without problems. However, the young man’s dreams had grown as much as he did, so he ended up applying for a different program. In that crew, they weren’t simply studying the Traveler; they were trying to bond with it. After extensive investigation, some of the Traveler’s properties started to rub off on him: levitation, a sudden energy blast from his hands… he thought it was science’s answer to “magic”, yet that was no fairy tale. He felt born anew: a Warlock, they called him. From that day on, every time Hermit gazed upon the colossal body up in the sky, he felt alone no more. He was closer to his friend than ever before; its energy pulsating deep within… like a second heartbeat. [b]How does Hermit react when…[/b] [b]He finds a powerful weapon?[/b] “Look at this perfectly crafted tool of war…” [b]He finds a coin purse?[/b] “Someone will need it more than I do.” [b]He finds food or edible products?[/b] “How about checking the expiration date first?” [b]He finds a trap?[/b] “I will not fall on this trap –sigh– not again.” [b]He finds a corpse?[/b] “… memento mori.” [b]He finds a suspicious machine? [/b]“I don’t know if I should tamper with this one…”

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Race: awoken Gender: female Class: hunter Name: Alice Alice did not become a guardian by any form of the word 'traditionally', raised by thieves and mercenaries its really a miracle she even lived to see age seven! But her life wasn't always so rough, in fact she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. She had been born into the very prominent, and very wealthy Cillius household. You see, Alice's family was amongst the richest and most respected in all of the city. But in a dying civilization, crime is the only concept willing to compensate for the lack of money. When she was about age two, the corrupt branches of Dead Orbit ransacked her families mansion and burned the whole thing to cinders. Her family was killed amidst the chaos and her grandmother didn't have the funds, or the health to care for her. So she was omitted to the Blue Phoenix orphanage in the outer ring of the city, but she didn't stay long. On her fifth birthday she stole a small caliber pistol from the nearest gunsmith and ran from the orphanage, she always said she never held any regret but from the look in her eye I could tell she couldn't help but wonder what her life could've been like. By age ten she met an unusual Exo who had no name, Alice had remembered a very old story book that her grandmother had read to her about a young girl who fell down a rabbit hole, and this automaton had reminded her of a particular character. Alice's began calling him 'Hatter' and the name stuck. Alice saw him as her protector and so that is what he was. By the time Alice was sixteen, the hatter had taught her how to properly wield a marksman's rifle. After some practice the hatter had decided to refer her to the Seven Seraphs so she could earn some honest pay doing small jobs for the faction. On her eighteenth birthday, Alice was given special powers by the traveler and because of her connection to one of the factions she was almost immediately omitted to the FOTC as a guardian, and signed up for recruitment into the Seven Seraphs. This is where I hope Alice's story begins in destiny.

He became guardian. Stuff went boom. People are dead. 'Nuff Said.

Race: Exo Class: Hunter B77 was once a child containment droid or as his human keepers called him, a nanny. He was charged with the care of two young children, Ren and Nico while their parents worked on the construction of the great city wall. B77 was fascinated by these tiny developing minds. He was enchanted how on the surface they seemed apparently simple but deeper were much greater complexities. As time went on he grew to know the tiny subtleties each child showed. How their behaviour changed when hungry, tired, exited or upset. He experimented with their feelings and reactions to his caring methods until he could maintain their happiness, despite the horrific goings on in the world around them. Then one day a crew of fallen managed to infiltrate the city. It was not clear if they had simply taken an opportunistic soiree inside the walls or if this was a targeted assassination but Ren and Nico were silently terminated while B77 rested on his recharge station in the next room. On discovery, B77 managed to bypass his self-termination software failsafe that was activated on seeing the bodies of the children he was charged with caring for, and managed, by hacking a city A.I., to covertly download city security issue combat algorithms. With his new skills he vowed to revenge the murder of his master's children and bring an end to the suffering of the city's people.

I'm too busy with buying out Eastern Eurasia's corporate enterprises that I have to have my personal Exo save the world for me.

Name: Little AL Class: Titan Race: Human A man who was once a death sentence criminal for killing inhumanly possible. He was once a boy who was kind and polite and raised by wealth the only thing was he had voices in his one he named Wacko for the hilarious comments it would make in his head and the other Penance for all the terrible things the voice would say. One day he found his father stabbing his mother repeatedly in front of him when he was fifteen then the father pointed the knife towards him and immediately Little AL was possessed by Penance and stop his father and stabbed him and he said to himself "sorry daddy im still alive". He soon went insane after the incident and ran away and started well thought out murders. He would rip apart his victims and place their heads on pike and each one of his victims he founded special hed leave a toy from his childhood. He soon got caught by Guardians and was arrested. He was immediately put on the electric chair but they failed to kill him 13 times and they realized he was very different from any ordinary human. They noticed something dark every time theyd put him in the electric chair. Hed always say a wisecrack such as "game over insert another coin". Shortly after the faction Seven Seraphs took a liking to this man and bailed him out and took him immediately to the Traveler. On his way he noticed his thoughts saying theres someone else here. He heard a third unfamiliar voice in his head saying "Jorge Albert Victani the 3rd you have been chosen to be a guardian and help protect the last of mankind make yourself whole again, your friends helped you get here today those thoughts in your head will be your greatest ally but note your destiny to become a Guardian grow and earn your powers and become legend..." After the voice stopped the traveler shot a ray of light and evolved his dna making him become stronger AL said after " looks like i have a new upgrade". The seven Seraphs grant him the class of Titan and with his group of allies he named his fire-team WOA when the leaders asked what does that stand for he replies "Weirdos of awesomeness" from then forth he has been helping defend the city against the alien races that threatened his planet... This is how my Guardians story would be :)

Name: Dominic Axion Sex: Male Race: Human Class:Hunter Bio:Raised by his Father and Mother in the city till At 19 Joined the Military and at 21 the guardians- with high honors and prestige and was sent to Ecresion Company and Demex squad and was recently sent to Venus and no contact since. Description: 5 Foot high,6 foot in armor,Black short hair,Average fitness build. Might be a story coming soon!

This morning was no different from any other. Our hero wakes up half buried in a dune on Mars. He gets up, shakes off the sand, and picks up his rifle. He looks around and takes in his surroundings. "must have fallen asleep", he says under his breath. He surveys the squad of Cabal around him, lying dead in pools of their own blood. Each with a single shot right between their eyes. He counts them, and adds five more tally marks to his rifle. "I'm going to run out of room soon". But of course, he must get back to work. He unsheathes his hunting knife, a large deadly looking blade, and easily slices the head off the leader. They wouldn't call him Valkyrie without reason. He then begins his trek back home. After all, a man's gotta eat, and being a Guardian pays well.

Name nemo Class titan Race exo An exo in a poor white family. Adopted. He never recieved much attention from anyone. He was just taken care of. His so called "dad" was a mechanic. During the golden age his family were one of the unlucky few to not have increased their wealth with this historic spark in humanity. They lived in the ghetto of los alamos, new mexico. With a struggling family, poor living standards, and being an exo, he never knew the true feeling of happiness. He didnt even want happiness. He couldnt grasp the concept of that feeling. It was something he would never truly experience and he knew that. Being in the ghetto he worked hard. Working 3 jobs he never really got a rest. Helping his "dad" in the workshop during the morning and daytime hours every weekend, working on construction during the daytime of monday through friday, and the night shift at a gas station after construction hours. One day their was an accident and one of the dosers exploded ruining the construction project. The doser had turned out to have been overheated from the new engine prototype just created, and just fried up. Later on a local gang had sent nemo an "invitation" to join. He declined and they burned his house down. Nemo and his parents escaped. The gang, still angry, was hunting them down. The police had just started investigating but they werent moving fast enough. One day nemos mom was cornered and shot by one of the gang members. Nemo found him and cracked his neck. He took the mans firearm with him. He found 2 other gang members and killed them. He didnt feel pain when killing. He never felt anything. His emotions were not in his nature. He took there weapons as well. He wanted to get rid of this gang though. His only thought was to kill the bastards. He had found their hideout aswell. He knew they were weakest in the morning and went for them then. He killed those on watch with a machete. He went inside and murdured everyone inside ( most of them asleep ). Soon the government had caught up on the story and nemo was sent to trial. He was provided with a lawyer. He was found innocent and was said to have done it out of self defence. When he was freed he was provided with no money whatsoever. Him and his father were homeless for the next two months. They were always out in the cold. He didnt care tough. The cold to him was just a feeling that decieves the mind. Later he enlisted into the military. After showing superior skills in "tryouts" he got an invitation. It was sent by the acadamy. He went and made it in. He studied to become a titan and became a gaurdian of the wall. The end. I just wrote a background. Take that LARRY! I told you i could write this shit!

My awoken was born into royalty in a small city called "fine del cielo" or "heaven's end" born before the collapse of the golden age the little awoken learned many languages due to his family's extreme wealth. for they had the ability to send him to the best schools. When the awoken wasn't studying or doing chores about the house he would make habit of sneaking of on adventures around outskirts of the city (but always made it home by dark) The Awoken child while out on his adventures learned many survival skills and tricks to surviving when there is little to survive from. By the age of 7 he was able to hunt and survive on a almost masterful level By age 10 he was the master of 3 languages, able to survive and the harshest of climates. Capable of picking off a animal from 600 yard away without flaw. He was even a novice star ship pilot! (Thanks to all the flight training schools his parents paid for) his life was a extraordinary and blissful experience for the soul. However his whole life changed when the creatures beyond the dark void marched in taking anything they could and killing anything that stood in their way. When mars was attacked the awoken was able to escape with his family on the family's personal space craft. Headed for the only safe planet left.... Earth. When the small ship came into sight of earth they found that it wasn't quite safe either. It was surrounded by a fallen fleet. Pounding the planets surface with plasma fire. The determined pilot rushed through the fleet of ships breaking atmosphere dodging all incoming fire, but in the heat of the moment the pilot was not able to slow the craft enough. The landing was rough and in a forest making the landing even harder. All aboard the ship were killed upon impact. Save one small awoken child. Baring only 3 things that he owned. The skills he possesses, the cloths on his back, and the small pendant around his neck, baring his family's royal crest and his name: James Charlemagne the last true heir to secrets entombed in Lord Charlemagne's vault. I apologize for the not so flowing feel to the story I don't have the time to smooth it out right now!

Name:(No one Knows his name but on the battlefield that call him scorch Race:Human/Or Awoken Class:Titan Backstory:When scorch was born his parents died when little never got to know them he was put under foster care as he was growing up he would sneer out some times looking for something to do and just Rome around the city Noe this was after the tracker saved every one and he always wants to know about his past so this time he snuck out but for good, at the age of 12 to make a name for himself out there He started to develope a sense of humor as he was growing up now the people he hung out with there were many different people he hung out with the dirt bags the nice dirt bags smart people cool kids exec.By 15 he started weight lifting and becoming stronger the ladies were into him but he didn't care about them he never let anything slow him down by then no matter how bad life was or how good it was nothing affected him but now age 16 He started learning how to shoot he went outside in the city in this old abandoned house he would go to and sleep there a lot he made his own targets outside the window of the house and shot at them.Scorch Was shooting at targets one day and he started being fired at by a group of fallen he picked of two With His Ameture hunting rifle but he new he couldn't get them all he didn't Know what to do they started banging on the doors a So he used his strength and opened it and slammed it in the face and pulled it in the house and beat it to death he started hearing more gun shots but not shooting at him be looked out and saw there were 3 titans and a hunter outside helped and put a few shots into the fallen scouts and they loomed for we're they came from luckily I had a black mask covering the bottom half of my face And they started to approach me I ran to the city he looked back the titans were chasing me but the hunter just looked at me and He kept running and made it to the city and stayed with a friend by 18 he then wanted to become a gaurdian of the city but as he was going to enlist and a gaurdian was taking volunteers it just do happened to be the hunter starting at him as I was running from the titans a few years back.The young man looking at the hunter nervously"so you're going to enlist huh" "yes"the young man said "well then lets bring you in. He's now been trained he's 20 years old and he has been asigned a mission with the hunter it was a simple mission my first as a Titan we were investigating some movement about 40 miles away from the city it was A very quite ride I asked his name he said I Dont have a Name "So what should I call you"I said "Well Why don't you think while we're down there"We jump down And there's a little cave that some fallen are camping out in "do what are we gonna do?" I look to my left and he's gone I look down at the fallen and there a deadAnd he's standing there call for pick up the titans will search this place "Holy S*** How did you do that"He a said "experience my friend" "ill just call you Crazy ass" Just Call Me 6 he said I asked why he said that's the age he wanted to be a gaurdian at ever sense then scorch wanted to be like 6 So hes trying to become a new breed of Titan the strong agile sharp shooter type of Titan And eventually He Gets the traveler to show him the past it turns out...His Ansesters Were noble six and Masterchief and that in the past the traveler was bad at one point and tried to kill scorches Ansesters (chief)and scorch now sees what happened to earth and how these new aliens came to be the traveler trusts scorch not to tell anyone about this so this old tech they used to use may never be made again scorch does not seek to be legend he could be just another soldier on the field but no matter what he will follow his Ansesters footsteps and be a masked hero