[b]Alexander Callahan[/b] [hider=Face] [img]http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/gfghfnhmjvgvshk_zpse00eb26f.jpg[/img] - face [img]http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/fdnjfgvnhjb_zps7034d377.jpg[/img] - Face 2 [/hider] [hider=Body] [img]http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/9h85qzhu_zpsf84c6c86.jpg[/img] - body [img]http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/bgvbhjbhjjhhbmitdgsdf_zps69fdb4b1.jpg[/img] - Body back [/hider] [hider=Lunar Burn] [img]http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/kjgkljkihsdvjkmckvswkfjgalkjvoaw_zps93526d81.jpg[/img] [img]http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/Image2_zpse2be9e50.jpg[/img] [/hider] [hider=Hawkmoon] [img]http://i1.wp.com/planetdestiny.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/hawkmoon-exotic-reviews.png[/img][/hider] "Just what the fuck do you think you're doing here? Pretending to be a hero? A Bandit? Some kind of superman? Here's reality you little twat. You were nothing before and now, you're pointing a .32 caliber handgun at me and you are STILL nothing. You pathetic little bastard. Go ahead. Shoot me. You will do nothing." Ducking down behind cover, bullets whizzed overhead. The snow was coming down hard, but it nary slowed down his reloading. He popped back up and fired his revolver blindly several times, not aiming but hitting home as he heard a gurgle from on the other side of the firing line. He reloaded again and dived out to another brick building. He looked up and saw several bricks popped out along with several protrusions. He grabbed a foothold and scrambled up the wall, rolling into a window as the bottom was surrounded by bandits. He slipped his rifle off of his back and slid up to a window, popping out and aiming at the faint glint of metal on the street below, firing just above it and seeing the splash of crimson explode into the air as the head of the bandit below was eviserated by the .50 caliber bullet. He ducked back down as fire started to shread the window and he ran for a door. Bursting through it he ducked as a knife swiped at his head. He dropped his rifle and yanked out his knife from his boot and blocked a second swipe from his attacker, deflecting it to the side and blocking the third swipe with his hand before plunging his own knife into the attacker's neck. He picked the knife off of the body and threw it by the blade behind him, the knife plunging into the chest of a new entrant. He yanked his pistol out of his holster and fired several times, dropping a second bandit whom had stormed through the door. He clicked a button on the side and electricity arched through the weapon. He held down the trigger and pointed it at the window, waiting. Sounds of footsteps above alerting him to bandits repelling in. The first one into the window exploded into a mess of gore as a gauss powered railgun round penetrated the very being of the poor bastard that had chosen that window. There was nothing left. "Stupid move, kid." The kid below him, lying in the dust, his knees shattered, his gun dismantled, sobbing. "Told you to shoot me and you were stupid enough to do it. Now, you will be just another clump of dust in the wind...." He turned away, his bag full of high-bounty-bandit-head at his side, and started to walk on the trail he had been traveling before. "Should have gone home." [hider=Praxis, Kell of the house of Eclipse] "My name...[url=http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/191/7/8/destiny__the_fallen_by_kofeyshka-d6cwymb.png]Is Praxis.[/url]" Standing before a ruined snow-covered battlefield, mired in the aftermath of war upon his flagship [url=http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/078/4/c/lava_hover_craft_concept_by_jett0-d5nu1ed.jpg]"The Sword of Eclipse"[/url] stood it's captain, robes whipping about him from the intense wind slashing through the landscape. Steel in armor color with nearly white glowing eyes. [url=http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Aba8sxh01ng/maxresdefault.jpg]His cloak was tattered from the age and abuse.[/url] "I...am a Vascar of...simple pleasures, simple needs...simple desires..." Standing before the final survivor of the battle, a human ranger whom was trespassing on Eclipse land. The captain reached to his back and unsheathed a [url=http://www.finalfantasy.net/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/lightning_returns_ffxiii_sept_xiv_lominsan_cutlass.jpg]Brutal Cutlass[/url] and planted it on the poor man's knee. As he cried out in pain, the captain bent over and back handed him, sending his precious "cowpoke hat" into the wind and used his upper left hand to grab the ranger by the jaw, lifting him up, pulling his cutlass out of the man's knee at the same time. The captain brought the trespasser close to [url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/Destiny-Main-Antagonist-Character-Fallen-Wallpaper_zpse2bfd8db.jpg]His armored head[/url] Inspecting him. "I revel in glory...honor myself and my house by crushing those whom oppose me...bathe in their blood, their sacrifice...." The captain laughed, yelling "Ja ta koo, krawn!" in his own tongue before starting to squeeze the ranger's skull in hand. The human tried to flail and escape, but the captain was far stronger, and his head collapsed into blood and graymatter before the might of the captain. "I...am the Kell of the Vascar House of Everlasting Eclipse. In your..."language" that would mean leader, ruler, king, sultan, warlord..I am all of them." Riding upon the barrel of one of the Eclipse sand-hovercraft fleets many artillery guns, the Kell screamed to the sky of the mid-day desert sun! "Ko Wan Fon JAWK!" The cries of the hundreds below him spurred him to raise his [url=http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20121204045801/dust514/images/4/47/940x705-Amarr-Scrambler-Rifle.jpg]Shatter Rifle[/url] Into the air, firing it as the fleet of [url=http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs43/f/2009/105/9/4/hovering_tank_by_dasAdam.jpg]one[/url] [url=i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/6803082557_52a9631a3c_o_zpsba470453.jpg]hundred[/url] [url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/6803081715_6a38dbb88a_o_zpsfdc7c0fb.jpg]thirty[/url] [url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/6803081319_294970ff16_o_zps41eb3719.jpg]seven[/url] [url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/6803081527_0f66cbbc3e_o_zps6365213d.jpg]hovering[/url] [url=http://i1367.photobucket.com/albums/r782/Viper_killian/6803081691_a511edd83e_o_zps75193d27.jpg]vehicles[/url] race towards the city of Littlestone on the fringes of the desert regions. (Each word is a separate link) "The Krawn? Rangers in your tongue...we have an...agreement with them. They do not hunt us for your pathetic "money..." Standing upon a tower in the dead of night, the Kell takes the electricity laced wire-sniper-rifle and takes aim across the expanse of snow before him, aiming at a lone figure upon a hill in the distance, the silver medallion on his "cowpoke hat" shining brilliantly in the moonlight. With a loud bang, the head of the figure disappears in a show of gore seen only by the captain and his scope.... "We do not hunt them for sport...." [/hider] [hider=Anna Toland] [url=http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2013/348/5/9/fallout_oc__jessica_kimura_by_empress_riona-d6xwv7k.jpg]Standing alone[/url] in the courtyard of the Ranger compound, her [url=http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/188/2/9/steampunk_rifle_by_3dpoke-d56dchk.jpg] rifle on her back[/url] and her [url=http://www.chrisguldager.com/download/decimator.jpg]Decimater in it's barely-fitting holster.[/url] watching the new "recruit" be brutalized by the trainers. She laughed and shook her head, recalling to just the previous day, convincing the leaders to let him in based on the stories she had read about his kind, the Exo, machines built for war that they were unable to participate in, left to rot until something woke them up. He had already proven himself by taking down Conway the indomitable, the only man on the bounty board to be listed as "public enemy number one" with multiple rewards from both the Rangers themselves and benefactors in the land that totaled well over two billion Tabs. The most wanted man in the land, dead by Alexander's hands and looking like he didn't even exert any real effort. She couldn't help but notice just how nice he looked in the tight training clothing.... Her oogling was disrupted by a particular annoyance, a man she had grown to hate to nearly infinite ends: Tony Tessaro...and his bodyguard that she is good friends with, Gabe Kinsley. Tony...she hated his attitude, his look, his fucking hair. She was tempted to put a bullet in her throat whenever he was even around, and now he had stopped next to her and put his damn body against the wall, leaning like a jackass wanting to plow something. She glared death into his eyes as he spoke. "Hey there..." He said, trying his best to sound sexy and alluring. She cringed and immediately reacted on instinct, her fist slamming right into his miniscule dick and making him lurch over in pain, falling to the ground and writing in agony. She spoke, anger and venom in her voice. "If I have told you once, Tony, I have told you a thousand times: Do not associate with me you perverted needle dicked [i]fuck.[/i]" She spit at him, the saliva hitting the side of his face. Meanwhile, right behind hm, Gabe was choking up something awful, trying to hide his laughter. Anna stepped over him and pulled him into a hug. "Always good to see you, Gabriel. Are we still on for lunch tomorrow evening?" Biting his lip and holding back the tears as Tony groaned in pain, gripping his groin in pain. He nodded and she kissed him on the cheek. "Have a good day, Gabe!" She walked way, satisfied. [/hider] [hider=The Vascar] The Vascar race is a nomad race, split into 30 different clans that travel the galaxy, having no true home other than their ships, they are hardy, but are often considered to be scoundrels and bloodthirsty villains. They live a bloody life from birth to death, having their lower arms lasered off until they earn a proper rank within their floating colonies. They are very loyal to one another to a fault, and are famous for their rapid regeneration, even able to regenerate limbs over the cours of a few weeks. They are especially fertile, able to breed at a very fast rate. The females are often placed into protected states, rarely being placed into armed forces unless they are very strong or have proved themselves willing to kill. Many take up lives as providers of arms, armor, food, clothing, and all manner of goods at home. Regardless of their servant like lifestyle, very few are actually servants. Many are even diplomats and leaders of the colonies. Many would say that the soldiers are the will of the women. (Women dominated race) The women are often thinly built with two arms, commonly standing at 7 feet tall, though it is not unheard of to have many be 5 feet or 9. Many have very long hair and enjoy plenty of jewelry and exotic garments, all hand made. Most are, by human standards, "Curvy", with "c cup" and two birthing canals. The men are the soldiers and the pirates, ranging from thin, lanky, to large and muscular. Almost always with four arms. They are easily able to take on stealthy careers as assassins and thieves, but are just as likely to take on careers as front line soldiers in heavy armor. Able to take control of massive vehicles and ships with ease, they are the blood of the colonies. They stand very tall, most at 9 feet and can end up at 11 foot. Those below 8.6 foot are disallowed from the military and are either killed or outcast from the colonies. They, like their female counterparts, have double genetalia so as to bolster their ranks. At birth, they have their lower arms cut off monthly until they pass the military initiation, graduating from a common "dreg" rank to "Dominus", where then they are allowed to fully regrow their arms and spend the rest of their lives as a fully equipped trooper of war. While many utilize rifles, many more prefer wielding electrified swords, cutlasses, and knives to close in and attack their enemies up close and personal.[/hider]