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Law of the Jungle: A Destiny Roleplay (Character Sheets) (RETIRED)
[b]NOTICE: THIS THREAD HAS BEEN RETIRED. IF YOU WANT TO CONTINUE TO ROLEPLAY, PLEASE JOIN "THE ROLEPLAY LEAGUE".
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"His name is Oryx, the Taken King. And he's coming for you, Guardian. Can you blame him? You killed his son with his own sword."
Crota's death was a sign to being a beyond our miniscule corner of the universe. Now, we face Oryx, Crota's father. Now, we take up arms against a god, and his trans dimensional army. So, think you can kill a god?
[b]Main Page:[/b] https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/939033/153710543/0/0
[b][u]This is a complete reboot of the previous RP, so none of the events from that RP carry over.[/u][/b]
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2 RepliesAtticus Kcamlen Human/Male Warlock/Sunsinger Favors white and black, touches of red for some armor pieces. A youthful face betrays his dull white hair. Always clean-shaven, with his hair kept short. [u]Bio[/u] An unknown past behind him. An unknown future ahead. Only the never ceasing urge to destroy the darkness is known by himself about himself. When resurrected nearly a year ago, only vague memories of power permeated his mind. The flames to light the dark. Unarmed and surrounded, the memories quickly faded. A fallen skiff had detected his resurrection. As the fallen opened fire onto his defenseless self he was slain once more. Another memory entered his mind as the darkness descended into his eyes. Flames. What he believed would be his final act was that of pure power and rage. He summoned all of the light in his body, in his soul. Flames erupted from body as he rose from the ground. The darkness cowered in his presence. Armed with stolen fallen weaponry, Atticus and Little-Light make their way on foot from the European Deadzone to the tower. After an arduous journey, he is met with reverence, as hundreds of guardians welcome another into their ranks. Given the quest ingrained into his heart, Atticus joined the Praxic Order. It is often joked that god made a mistake, not making him a titan. He is a frontlines man, first in, last out. The lives of his fireteam members are his highest priority. so much so he has and would take bullets for them, risk his life and jeopardize the mission to save those who'd have sooner been left behind. Some regard him as an altruist, he enjoys the thought, and even knowing it's not true allows it to continue. The lives he saves, the progress he makes, it's all part of the plan. Someday this war will come to a point where every single favor he has ever garnered will be called upon. His selflessness will be cashed in to once and for all light the darkness. [i]Or so he hopes.[/i] [u]Weapons[/u] Tlaloc Scout Rifle / Suros DIS-43 Thesan FR4 / Invective Sol Edge / Raze Lighter [u]Armor[/u] Heart of the Praxic Fire
