Name: Spectre

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Class: Hunter (Gunslinger)

Bio: 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. However skilled he may be under fire or in the cockpit, 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. His armor is all Vanguard dustwalker issue his main weapon however, that he won in a game of dice against Cayde-6 (Albeit with loaded dice) is the Last Word. He is often seen around the tower waiting for scouting missions from Cayde or being scolded by the Speaker.

Secondary Skills: Ship Flight, Engineering, and Lying