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Destiny: Scotophobia (accepting)

"Spectre, you know how much trouble we get in when we do this!" The rotating Ghost known as Torren yelped chasing his Guardian.

"Oh come on, we only get in trouble if Zavala catches us." The pilot laughed holding a bundled up cloak full of fruit. Walking past Holiday tossing her the keys to the ship. "Holliday Manus Celer Dei is checking in for repairs." The woman gave him a thumbs up not even bothering to break her stride across the hangar.

"Hey how come you always land the ship yourself and don't let it auto dock?" His ghost asked the Hunter, having always questioned why he didn't trust the computer.

"Simple, I like landing. Plus I like to tell Holiday when I need maintenance or just a refuel." The Hunter shrugged looking at his ghost as started down hall to the Tower Plaza. He saw one of Vanguard Titan's walk out and head straight towards him, crap. Zavala must have sent one of the Titan's on stand by to 'check' his bags he was strict about food brought back to the city.

Torren groan into his ear. "Now you've done it, Zavala said he would ground you were caught bringing food in again!"

Spectre threw a smoke bomb at the ground, turning him invisible as the Titan that had been sent came barreling towards him. He ran turning visible seconds later, using his quick steps he managed to get up to the Future War Cult lounge and hide his ill gotten gains before walking down, smirking at the Titan. He was really glad he'd signed on with them, they always had his back.

The larger man grumbled. "Zavala wants you in the hall, now. He has a mission that requires a skilled guardian." With that he turned and walked away, Holliday wore a grin having returned to her favorite seat in the house watching the chase. Spectre rolled his eyes and walked on, letting the woman carry on her work.

Spectre was trouble, everyone in the Tower knew that... But trouble was fun.

Destiny: Scotophobia (accepting)

Spectre

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.

Destiny: Scotophobia (accepting)

((Double post.))

Destiny: Scotophobia (accepting)

@awkwarddingo Awesome!

@ShiningSector The return of Simon and Spectre... Can we expect another low orbit entry?

Destiny: Scotophobia (accepting)

Spectre

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.

So question about Exotic's, are all of them limited to one or only those that they have confirmed have only one copy? Like there are multiple Last Word's because of Tex Mechanica.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

Ariin coughed loudly his turning on his comms, his body buzzing with pain. His robotic eye had lost connection to his brain, not to mention Paladin's less than graceful landing on the ground. His forehead had slammed into the console, he could taste blood in his mouth... Taste like copper, his body on fire he bit his lip and turned the canon towards I7 firing off a single road. "Katya... I took a lot of that radiation... I might not be dead now but my eye's offline, the pain is intense to say the least."

He wiped his mouth and touched his nose, broken probably from his face slamming the console his eye might have cracked as well. "I'm not ordering you... But Mai if you can make it back to me I can lock down and protect you while the drones do their thing... Plus I'm sure what the fall did to Paladin's armor systems." He locked down his shield facing the sniper keeping his canon pointed towards the squad in I7. He turned his head grumbling rotating his eye to see all of the read out's he found an optic cord and plugged into his head.

He gasped it sent a spark down his spine that made his skin crawl, he hated it more than anything. Yet right now with Paladin's help he connected his brain into the behemoth seeing through the camera's like eyes. "All units, I just plugged myself into Paladin... Sight's back be warned my body is not in good shape, I may expire... Or have a lot tumors when this is over." He chuckled before breaking into a cough, radiation poison was a worry right now. After all he would need a rather capable medical staff to get him ready for another mission.

Souls of Steel: A Giant Mecha RP

<Snipped quote by Evil Snowman>

Beneficial parasite. Welp, I've seen a new oxymoron.

@Ammokkx

I don't know, it's like a super model with a tape worm. It's a parasite still, just does something you want.

The Librarians and the Savior's Sword.

@Kirah No worries it's fine!

The Librarians and the Savior's Sword.

@Kirah Awesome looks good!

The Librarians and the Savior's Sword.

@The ghost in black @knockout709 Thought I would check in to see if you were both still interested?