D2 Guardian Lore Junky

Solar: very passionate about what the enjoy. They tend to let their emotions dictate their actions, and especially prone to burnout and anger.

Stasis: tend to be cold hearted and logical, but are fun when if you get to know them. Introverted rarely speak to others. They physically feel cool (I don't mean that they tend to be awesome, but rather if you touch their skin they feel cool to the touch.)

Strand: introspective yet also tend to be socialites/Extroverts. Tend to accidentally read people's minds from time to time [don't worry about it :)].

prismatic: depends on the ratio of the subclass elements they use.

Again, mostly applies to Exo's, but this is now a sorta series.

Static electricity everywhere, clothes, weapons, armor, hair if they have it, and more. Arc guardians regularly wear tighter clothes to avoid weird clinginess of fabric and eventually it's just another part of life for them.

Electrical currents are drawn towards each other; similarly, arc guardians are drawn towards anything with a running current, to the point where many have formed jokes about checking the ceiling for stray arc guardians on light fixtures. It's unintentional but hilarious all the same, until you're in a firefight and your squishy arc warlock of a fireteam member is drifting towards that hive wizard.

Exo's in particular benefit from using arc as they don't need to charge as often or for as long as others, the arc energy flowing through them keeping them going for much longer than one would anticipate.

I will say all of these mostly apply to Exo's as that's the kind of characters I've created and have not thought of other species.

Void is mesmerizing. Guardians who mainly use void pull people in despite attitudes or associations. By pulling people in, I mean literally. People unconsciously drift physically towards them while walking, and they get bumped into a lot. They often end up crowded, with nobody the wiser about why they are so close together.

Their eyes glow slightly purple in the dark and if you look closely the color swirls slowly like a vortex, if eyes are the window to the soul their soul is hypnotizing. Depending on the guardian they also claim to be able to see better in the dark, though that is untested and unproved.

They teeter on the edge of light and dark, often compared to living black holes, there is light there bright and burning as anything else but in the center, there is an endless, well, void. Guardians who rely mostly on void abilities found themselves more susceptible to the darkness when Stasis first began being taught. The connections they make with their allies anchors them in the light thankfully, meaning that the balance is kept between the two sides.

My three characters, warlock, titan, and hunter, are -in my mind- a fire team. I've named 'em given them backstories and all, they aren't the player character, despite y'know being player characters.

The Warlock is Ardent-42, he's an angry mug of an Exo who came back in the cosmodrome, which is the closest any of these characters come to the main storyline, but there is no Shaw Han, there is no beginners quests, just him, Sonia and a whole lot of fallen and the odd hive.

The Titan is Sigfreid-7, or Siege-7 the only one to have a nickname, her ghost is named Dave (because I thought it would be funny, and it is) and she is a calm quiet sort, she came back on Europa, way before the whole Beyond Light stuff, in the back of Perdition meaning she had to fight her way out, dying quite a bit in the process, but she also got a head start in regards to armor and tools.

If you happen to be named this, and are also a tumblr junky please be my friend I think you are hilarious and I want to examine your mind through conversation.

It was quiet, in the way that only a post-apocalyptic zone could be, wind making rusted metal creak and groan in the wasteland of old cars and corpses. She hated it, and loved it all the same, there was a potential here she hadn't felt anywhere else, something soft and anticipating humming through her like the light she was made of.

She floated around the graveyard, scanning the environment for the one thing she was made for. Threads of information filling her core as she approached a towering corpse of a tree. She paused, something important pulling taut and sharp in her being, and, yes there! Halfway under a rusted car, there they were. Her Guardian, hers, the one she was meant to find all along right there, an Exo, mechanical in nature just like her, with a soul that would be as bright as the sun she was sure.