Name: Callock Race: Exo Gender: Male Class: Warlock/Sunsinger Appearance: pitch black robes with blood red accents. A bond made from the bones (or parts) of my enemies. Lucky sniper rifle slung across my back. Holding my favorite scout in my hands. Bio: I woke up just outside the city. I could hear the screams of a fallen captain, though I didn't know what it was at the time. I was just getting up when it appeared. My "ghost". It told me I was chosen for something, something big. I didn't really have anywhere else to go seeing as I've been dead for so long, so I followed it. The ghost lead me into the walls of the cosmodrome. It looked so broken. Buildings crumbling down, streets cracked in half, and fallen everywhere. I was surprised to have make. It out of there alive. We managed to find an old jump ship and made our way to the city. // TO BE CONTINUED //