The Wandering Warlock

About

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Ornate-7 didn’t start as an Exo, of course, no no, he started as a young, budding Biologist, flourishing under the light of the Traveler by the name of Elijah Hamish. A bookish little thing, he read and studied everything he could, sometimes, at great risk to his own being, but always with great results. 

Unfortunately, learning comes at a cost- and Elijah couldn’t pay. Or at least, he couldn’t pay until he was offered a choice. Be stuck paying loans for the rest of his natural life, or-

Or become an Exo, and pay it off in his unnatural existance.

Naturally, the idea of being an Exo appealed, considering he could study long as most were gone. And so Elijah was no more, and Ornate-7 came into being. As his name might suggest, for a long while, he was an Ornament for the most part, a lovely teal and gold thing that looked nice and did little. On the surface. In reality, he was well beyond trained as a Bodyguard for his ‘owners’, a covert thing meant to eavesdrop in plain sight.

And then the Darkness hit again, and- nothing. Ornate-7 died. And his Ghost found him after. 

The rest? The rest is history- very much literally, because Ornate only remembers his name, due to the messages in his HUD.

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Ornate-7, affectionately refered to as ‘Orb’, is a curious being at heart. If there’s a portal, he is the sort to jump through before he leaps. If there’s a switch to pull, he pulls it.

He’s kind, though, for all his research, people oriented for a Warlock, and less inclined to hole himself up, moreso preferring to go out and discover things for himself. ..sometimes, by putting rocks in his mouth.

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Statistics:

Height - 6 foot one inch.

Ghost: Glass

Favorite Affinities: Void, Stasis

Weapon Affinities: Auto Rifles, Sub Machine guns, Swords, Rocket Launchers, Sidearms

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Rules

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The Mun is 20+, and will not be doing anything with minors. Please just tell me if you’re under 18, because I’ll be very upset if I find out and probably block you.

No godmodding. Please and thank you. I’ll try to keep the same to myself.

I have a gore tag, but let me know if other things need tagging.

I’ll add more as the rules come to me, so check regularly.

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Verses

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Mainverse: Orb and his partner, a Hunter named Bunn-13 Retribution-13 have adventures, and maybe some down time in between.

While the Hive are only as dead as Sword Logic allows, until their true, final death, they are nigh invincible- outside of their Throne World, that is. Inside it, they are as vulnerable as anyone else, and without access to it, as with Xivu Arath, they are even mortal.

The Scorn, on the other hand, began dead, and were simply.. necromanced back. It's certainly nasty, in a 'come back wrong' sort of way, but then what does that say for the Guardians, who are considered to have come back 'right'? Guardians, unlike Scorn, come back in optimal shape, have the capacity for a thought process.. Scorn don't typically have anything that sets them apart from ants, unless you count the Barons, like Fikrul.

He sounds rough. Nineteen rounds in Gambit rough, voice shot through with static and a faint tremble in his hands as he fists them in the front of Orb’s tunic. “Baby…”

"Bunny," he sighs, so forlorn, because that can only mean one thing, of course. 13 has run himself ragged again, playing that silly game Drifter ran.

Orb makes a questioning sort of beep, anteena wiggling as he stands and dusts his knees off, doing this sort of happy little trot over.