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(Before anyone complains about me posting my intro before I post my character's info, I'm doing this to build more mysteriousness about my character. Just bear with me.)

Oldric- loaded another magazine into his scout rifle just before he finished off the last of the vex goblins. He always had hated the one eyed machines and he hated the jungles of Venus even more, but the lone hunter contiued on his patrol route as instructed by the vanguard.

"Time to get moving," he said as he summoned his sparrow. The guardian soon sped off into the vast landscape of the Ishtar Sink uncertain of what lied ahead. A few figures stood above watching the lone guardian from their vantage point on top of the cliff face, they wore tattered robes and rebreathers and stared endlessly at the Hunter with a deep disgusted look about them.

One of the figures quickly pulled a sniper rifle over his shoulder, just by looking at it anyone could tell it was one of the weapons that only the city manufactured not a wire rifle used by the Fallen aliens. No, these were different kinds of scavengers. As he lined up the sights, he whispered but two words to himself, "Lights out," and then he pulled the trigger. He then signaled his fellow warriors his job was finished.

Down below the cliffs Oldric- struggled to keep the sparrow under control as it spiraled out of control it was clear to him that the vehicle had been damaged. The quick hunter leaped off of the jet bike gracefully and drew his scout rifle, he aimed down the sights and to his horror a mob of 10 cloaked figures bearing down on him. Their weapons raised and motivations clear.

One of the figures drew his rocket launcher and aimed at the guardian, the hunter recognized it at as an common weapon from the city. How these madmen managed to aquire though was the least of his concerns, as he combat rolled to the side to aboid the projectile. The rest of the figures opened fire with their weapons, hand cannons, pulse rifles, even auto rifles poured high caliber rounds in the direction of the guardian.

Oldric realized he was trapped between the men trying to kill him, an the cliff face behind him. Knowing is only option was to fight he drew his scout rifle to bear and began firing it, Hygia Noblesse it was called a gift for serving the queen many years ago. He dropped two of the cloaked figures before retreating into cover behind a rock outcropping, he then threw a tripmine grenade directly at one of the, it stuck the enemy and then detonated as he tried to pull it off of his armor.

"Three down seven more to go," Oldric said to himself. But his victory was short lived as two rockets tore through the air and struck home in the rock outcropping, shrapnel and rock bits flew around him as he tried to recover from the blast. He rose to his feet and drew out his scout rifle, he then noticed the figures had stop firing but instead bowed towards another figure. Darkness seeped from his robes as the dark figure floated above the ground towards the guardian, Oldric thought to himself Could it be a wizard?

Sensing this was not the time to ask questions he pulled out his scout rifle and aimed at the figure, all of a sudden his mind was racked with sheer amounts of terror. Oldric couldn't even comprehend what he was seeing, the hunter grabbed his head as if he was in pain and fell to his kness before the Darkbringer. He had lost his most of his sight, and could feel the light being sucked out of him and then he saw it. It was no wizard it was a warlock! He gave one last scream of agony before the Darkbringer drew his hand cannon, "How pitiful," the figure spoke and then he pulled the trigger. As Oldric's limp corpse was thrown aside the Darkbringer grabbed the once alive ghost and strapped it to a chain were many other ghosts hanged.

"Another one for the collection," the figure then signaled to his warriors, "Come on we got more work to do."