Name: Simon Ivanov

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Appearance: Appearing in his 30's. Short white hair possibly from a side effect from being reanimated by Cipher. Purplish eyes and several minor cuts over his face, including a large scar crossing over the bridge of his nose and face. Rough shaved

Class and Subclass: Titan, Defender

Armor Set:

• Helmet - Helm of Saint-14
• Chest - Iron Companion Plate
• Arm - Iron Companion Gauntlets
• Legs - Iron Companion Greaves
• Class Item - Season of Ages XII
• Shader - Imogen's Fire

Weapons:

• Primary - Nirwen's Mercy
• Secondary - Invective
• Heavy - Diluvian 10/4x

Personality and Traits: Simon first awoke after centuries of death induced sleep in the husk of a destroyed transport vessel, littered of debris and dust-prone skeletons. The reanimation process the sewing renewed flesh and the infusion of re-birthing Light orchestrated by Cipher, his soon-to-be Ghost, left him startled and confused; even maddening upon the discovery of his resurrection in this strange new world. An honest reaction any dead man would have after being brought back to life. Eventually, Cipher calmed the still shivering Simon down and helped guide the new Guardian out of the Russian Cosmodrome. Easier said than done it weren't for the cutthroat Fallen that scavenged the decaying region for anything worthy to utilize in whatever schemes they plotted.

It didn't take the aliens long to notice a wielder of the Traveler's light in their midst and a weak one no less and soon set after Simon, ever so wanting to relinquish the Guardian of his new found Light. Quickly making use of an old and overlooked Khvostov 7G-02, Simon engaged the Fallen scavengers with a sense of familiar aggression. Simon fought his way through packs of Fallen pirates before securing a ship out of the Fallen-claimed Cosmodrome and soon his future as a full-fledged Guardian.

Despite his surfacing tendencies of competitiveness likely seen with a Striker, Simon however found himself favoring the Defender archetype of his Titan classification. This has lead into an peculiar match-up of aggressive gunplay and supportive fortifying experimented, practiced, and mastered through the rigorous matches of Lord Shaxx's Crucible and Lord Saladin's Iron Banner. When the going get tough, Simon is sure to utilize his almost impenetrable Ward of Dawn not only to protect and enhance his allies but also to transform himself in to an unmovable and unstoppable war machine.

With years of accumulated service to the Last City, Simon is occasionally, if not all the time, positioned by the Vanguard to assist with the training of new Guardians but sometimes deployed into tasked Strike or Raid teams when the need comes to light.

Name: Spectre

Sex: Male

Race: Human

Main Class: Hunter

Subclass: Nightstalker

Weapons

Primary: Ace of Spades

Secondary: Stillpiercer (Void)

Heavy weapon: Bretomart's stand (Solar)

In his vault are the hard won Exotic gun beside his custom piece. The Time and Patience.
Armor:

Helmet: Sanction Six

Gauntlets: Seal Ahamkara Grasps

Chest Armor: Sanction Six

Boots: Sanction Six

Cloak: Strength of the Pack

Ghost Shell: Scholar Shell

Artifact: Memory of Timur

Appearance: Rather tall for a Hunter, standing over six feet tall, with a couple inches to spare. His shaggy and short red hair is slightly too long for military cut and annoy's Commander Zavala greatly. He is thinly built and rather capable for a Hunter

Ghost Name: Torren

History: 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 thief, it doesn’t matter to him now. What matters is the City, not how he ended up in a Martian shipyard.

Spectre however skilled he may be under fire or in the cockpit often lets 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, and caring demeanor.

Spectre hunt’s his target with a careful eye and a quick hand, he has faced the Vault of Glass and walked away with spoils and riches. A born explorer Spectre's journals are best sellers in the city below who enjoy reading stories and theories the young writer has about the worlds and enemies who surround him. While his precision shooting skills exceed the average Guardian especially at long ranges and his quick draw is compared to that of Shin Malphur or Jaren Ward.

His best skill is of course, his piloting which is unmatched by Reef pilots as his Sanction Six clearance means he can fly past the Reef, into the unknown. Few pilot's travel that far, yet even fewer return Spectre is one such pilot while all his sightings and Spectre is one of the finest Scouts this system has ever seen.