What is good my fellow Stars! Pokestar420 is back, and I have my first Destiny Fanfiction. Hopefully I will get a good amount of support for this one, although I still need my other story to get support. There are other characters, and they will play big roles in this story as well. Currently, unlike my other stories, I am not thinking about including romance in this Fic. Although, If three people review this story saying they want some of that 1v1 action, then I would be willing to include it. Remember to have fun, read on, and keep Blazin' it. Pokestar420 signing out!
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I never asked for this. I had woken up from my eternal slumber one day, only to find that I had been revived from the dead just so to do the same thing that got me killed. What a shocker. It isn't like I didn't want to fight, though. I mean, sure, I loved war. It got the blood flowing, you know? I just would've enjoyed a change of pace. Maybe meet the girl of my dreams? Maybe get a real job? But no, I had to be a guardian.
My class (of course I had no say) was warlock. I would have to say that, at the very least, I could do some pretty dank shit with my newfound powers. I could manipulate air to my advantage, warp through space and time (only to get a few feet higher), and could lash out with my ultimate ability. Throwing pure energy at my enemies, leaving them to dissipate into nothingness. If I were to use one word to describe it, It would be… perplexing. I might be a warlock, but that doesn't mean I know what the fuck I'm doing.
My name is Exodus, a name given to me by my ghost. Again, didn't have a say in that, though I thought it was a pretty cool name. I am a human with a… complicated past. And by complicated, I mean not very complicated. I grew up on a farm, (Boring right?) located in a town in old Russia, following in my brother's footsteps. He was one of the greatest general's in the queens militia, and I wanted to be just like him. Though, All that changed one day.
I was going home from a long run when a group of humanoid creatures, which I now know are the fallen, captured my family's land. I don't know why they chose our land, being the small plantation that it was. Anyways, it still happened. I had to watch in horror as they executed my parents and younger siblings, later hanging their grotesque bodies on nails beside my house walls. Luckily, they seemed to take a liking to me, a six foot blonde with discolored eyes, taking me to their homeland on some far away galaxy. I decided not to put up with their dumbass crap, so they just shot me down like my parents. Like scum. But, I will rise up again. I will defeat them. Even if it takes all of my living soul, or whatever is left of it.
The only way to do that, though, is by competing in the Iron Banner. That is where my story begins.