Name: Azarias Drexel
Age: 29
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: Titan
Birthplace: Earth
Sexuality: Straight
Laterality: Right-Handed
Height/Weight: 6’2”/160lbs
Dialogue Color:
Green
Eyes: Cold, Icy, Blue.
Hair: Short, naturally spiky dark brown hair.
Facial details: High cheekbones, narrow face, light stubble.
Scars: His back is heavily scarred, due to an incident with a frag grenade
Attire: Wears heavy duty silver/grey armour over a leather jumpsuit, for extra protection. There is no visor in his full face helmet, instead all information is projected onto the lens of his eyes through several cameras in the helmet. This allows him to wield guns without scopes, and only improves his already deadly precision. He ditched the cloth from around his waist a long time ago, claiming it only “Slowed him down”
Positive traits: Strong, loyal, tactically minded.
Negative Traits: Sarcastic, not the best at making friends, bit of a lone wolf.
Likes: Guns. Guns. Oh, and guns.
Dislikes: Enemies who are stronger than him, losing, alcohol.
Fears: Defeat
Most Hated Enemy Race: The Vex. They. Just. Won’t. Stop.
Primary Weapon: Pulse Rifle
Special Weapon: Shotgun. Also known as his baby.
Heavy Weapon: Heavy Machine Gun. Baby’s big bro.
Skillset: Striker Codex
Super: Fist of Havoc
History: Azarias himself doesn’t know much about his past, as the accident with the grenade left him suffering amnesia, and he never fully recovered to remember who he was. Nevertheless, he’s a guardian now, and he plans on making something worth remembering happen in these next few years.