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Name: Varrus

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Sub/class: Titan, defender

Appearance: tanish skin, swept-back brown hair, hazel eyes, stands a full head taller and a shoulder width wider than most other humans

Weapons: The summoner (Adept, void), Invective, and Jolder's hammer (void)

Armour: Monitor type 2 helm, Astrolord guantlets, Holdfast type 2 plate, Molniya type 0 greaves, and the mark of the voidborn

Shader: Blacksmith

Sparrow: S-13 "graverobber"

Jumpship: Draught of nectar

Mark of the voidborn: An ancient and ornate mark forged of void light, it takes the form of a voidmail sash and loincloth, bound to a tough synthetic belt with a relic iorn buckle

Force shield: Varrus, upon slaying an enemy with disintegrate, forms the void light into a physical tower shield in front of him. This shield is a good bit tougher than force barrier, at the cost of only covering one side of his body at a time.

Bio: "The chain is only as strong as its weakest link." These are the words Varrus has lived by ever since the start of his second life in service of the traveler and the city. Rather than run strikes or patrol the wall, he has dedicated himself to the crucible and its variants. Upon his back hang a pair of well-use trophies, one frrom the fabled iron banner, and another from the far less well know trials of osiris, each a testemant to his skill in combating his fellow guardians. But rather than fight for the glory of victory, he fights to strengthen his opponents, giving advice and pointers after every mach, and watching with pride as those he bests slowly but surely get better.

He awoke to the start of his second life deep beneath one of the many sunken spires of clovis bray in freehold. Finding no immediate way out, he sat there for a month stright, with nothing but tapped cabal battle chatter and the voice of his ghost to keep him occupied. He was freed from his sandy prision when the jumpship of another titan crashed through several floors of the tower, nearly flattening him. The titan inside had lost his ghost and was dying of his wounds. With his dying breath, he gifted Varrus his mark and what was left of his jumpship to return to the city.

Several years later, a dead orbit salvage team returned from a foray into freehold claiming to hold fragmentory data of a genetics manulipulation experiment preformed by the top scientists at clovis bray. While a few in the tower speculated that Varrus was perhaps a product of these experiments, the data was inconclusive only proving that such an experiment was drawn up, not wether it was ever scantioned or preformed. Varrus, for his part, holds no memory what so ever of his life before the collapse, and is content with his position as it is.