The Tower... The home of the Guardians... The protectors of the Light... The last thing standing between The City and the ever tightening clutches of The Darkness. Guardians... Chosen by the light, resurrected by a Ghost, these warriors of The Traveler fight The Darkness to their last breath. Guardians are people of honor and morality, truth, and good will. Many Guardians names have gone down in fame, true legends. Saint-14, Kabr, Jaren Ward. All prime examples of what it is to be a Guardian. Yet some... Some go down in infamy... Their names used as warnings. Toland, Osiris... Dredgen Yor. New Guardians are told the stories of their names, told not to do what they did. It seems the bad names always are spoken about more than the good ones. Yet there are always legends in the making. One of those, is Rex. Rex sat in the bar of the Tower, having gotten done with a patrol in the swamplands of what used to be a place called 'Chicago'. He had been sent to investigate a possible new Fallen House on the rise. Damned Fallen, always up to something. Rex drank his shot, for an exo he could hold his own, humans or awoken generally looked at him weird when they saw him drinking, although he could taste it and could become intoxicated just like everyone else. Being modeled after humans have him the ability to taste.... Sometimes a curse and sometimes a blessing. He smiles as his puts the glass down. His head was always going... Calculations and notes and thoughts swirling around, never stopping. "Another one." The bartender quickly pours him another shot of whiskey and he downs it, quickly asking for another, the bartender complied, a little hesitantly. Rex downed it with a sort of relish. Three. He usually only had one, sort of his after work treat. His vision began to blur a little. He smiles and giggles a little. He walks it if the bar with a slight gait as his vision was a little blurred. Eventually he reached the railing out front of the Tower, it was a beautiful night, the moon was full and it was a nice 68 degrees. Rex smiles as he stared out across the city he swore to protect. He wouldn't let it fall... Not on his watch. He just sat there alone, thinking. Thinking of what could have been and what was now. He thought about what an Exo really is, and what all this fighting was for. He just.... Thought. [spoiler]Open to anyone, easy way to meet people[/spoiler]