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Owen
Within the wall
Out of the wall
Guardian is known by the name of:
Owen Hethlod
The Guardian has spent:
47, Groundling
This Guardian was assigned the Avocation of:
Warrior
Guardian prefers to use:
Kinzgov 21, Scattergun, and M81 Nia Mauler
Guardian is well equipped with:
Strength Unit, Nitro Unit, Smoke Grenades, and Dragonskin
The Guardian's record show that:
Born within the mega city that is The Den, Owen was one of its many inhabitants with the only thing really setting him apart from the rest was his families' long history of military service. On the verge of his sixth birthday, along with the consent of his mother, his father, Nathan Hethlod, asked a few favors from friends in high places for special birthday "surprise" for his son. So as it was on the day Owen's sixth birthday that his family "received" a letter that their son had been selected for the Guardian program, a most prestigious honor. For the rest of the day it went from birthday party to full on celebration with fellow military families and even a few young Guardians attending. At the end of the day Owen was packed up and out the front door taking an express cab into his new life as a Guardian initiate. For many many months he trained and trained along hundreds of others who all had different origins. Some were impossibly rich and were here through bribes, others were here through political influence, yet others still were for reasons unknown but it didn't matter now, they were all in the same boat. In his time at the academy he made many friends and an equal measure of enemies, he even found a girl he loved and who loved him back. Her name was Christelle Northon, a Groundling like him but her family were surprisingly all factory workers. She had been selected due to her much higher than normal intelligence. He gave her back story and she seemed to marvel at his family's heroic and duty filled past thinking it was honorable and brave of him to continue the tradition. Owen and Christelle stayed together all throughout the Guardian academy but keeping their relationship private and on the down low not wanting to attract attention.
Finally the day came that they would have to choose their Avocations, Owen chose to follow in his fathers footsteps and became a Warrior, Christelle had her path chosen for her unfortunately. She had scored low in several physical and mental exams years past, she was to become a soldier, an expendable grunt. The news was hard on Owen but even harder on Christelle, the life expectancy of soldiers had never been very long. So as it was on the day they would be separated he made a promise to her that no matter where she was, if she was ever in trouble, he would be there for her. After that he and the other Warrior initiates were taken to the their new barracks and home base. For weeks Owen trained more with the gear and armor native to the Warrior branch of the Guardians, when he had the chance he would find ways to get messages to Christelle in the Soldier's quarters. Despite being apart the two were still maintaining their love for each other, the bonds they had forged simply could not be broken.
One day after months of practice and idly sitting about there was a sudden call to arms as one the larger forts around the Den was under a heavy attack was in danger of being overrun. Hundreds of Guardians, except the Titan branch, from every branch were being mobilized to assist the defenders. Within an hour Owen and practically half his base's crew had been loaded up and on their way. Inside the transport Owen wondered if Christelle's unit had been called up, he knew from the briefing a lot of the Soldier battalions were getting thrown into this fight to. He also remembered that the casualty projections had been off the charts so he hoped that for her sake that she would be as far away from the fight as possible.
On the way in to the assault landing zones they were jumped, alien flyers suddenly started zipping in between the transports and AAA fire blasted the air indiscriminately. Owen could hear other transports blowing up or getting hit, he could only imagine what the men and woman inside them were doing as they felt themselves hurtle towards the earth. On the final stretch Owen suddenly yelled out in surprise as a particularly violent explosion rocked their transport. Warning klaxons started blaring, he thought he could faintly hear his unit's leader shouting, Brace! Brace! Brace!, meaning their own flyer was going down. He barely had time to think about Christelle when a tremendous impact jarred the ship and it tore in half a few feet in front of him. In a flash he grabbed the overhead rails and held on desperately as his body smacked around inside the tumbling transport. The ride didn't last long as yet another big impact threw him from his hold and out the flyer and skidding across the ground. Barely able to stand up and hurting all over Owen looked to his transport, or at least his end of it, had collided with a large boulder. Everywhere it seemed there were bodies, but it seemed that half were human the other alien, he'd crashed in the middle of the warzone. The sound of gunfire snapped him out of it though, he pushed past his pain and started running. He reached for his rifle but found it was missing, torn free in the crash, but his shotgun was still there but no extra ammo. One tube, that was all he had between him and an immeasurable amount of hostiles, it would have to do though. For hours on end he fought not sure where to go, eventually he picked up a signal trying to rally any survivors to a particular point. For a few hours more he fought his to said point and found a small cluster of Guardians from various branches huddled up on a small rocky hill.
It was there he learned just how bad the situation was, there were dozens upon dozens of people MIA or KIA with god knows how many WIA. The small hill they were one was actually an improvise FOB seeing as how the other location was practically nonexistent now. They had one working long range radio and the reports they were getting from that weren't much better, calls for evac, reinforcements, or just plain old screaming clogged the channels. From what they could tell, the fort had been lost and everyone was supposed to fall back by any means necessary. In the time they had learned this small batches of Guardians or regular soldiers were reporting into the improvised FOB. What shocked Owen the most was how few were seemingly were actually on the hill, he asked someone where all the others were. The response he got wasn't a good one, either they here, making their way here, or most likely dead. Suddenly there was lots of shouting and yelling from one side of the hill, thinking it was a push by the enemy Owen dashed over to help defend. To his surprise he saw that a small group of soldiers, not Guardians just grunts, were slowly making for the hill with a horde of alien fighters not far behind them. A message then started to blast out over the comms, "This is Lt. Christelle Northon. We've got a large number of enemy combatants on our six, we're making for the FOB but we have wounded and need assistance!" Owen felt his heart sink as he heard this, then without thinking he ran forward vaulting over the defences and started sprinting for the group of soldiers. He didn't hear the people shouting at him, nor feel as rounds from enemy sharpshooters whizzed past him, didn't notice several others doing the same as him. All he could think about was grabbing Christelle and getting her back to the FOB, somewhere safe. With a borrowed assault rifle he carved a path through the aliens that got in his way. The reports of his fellow soldier's weapons rang out all around him, he realized he was in the lead, guiding the group. With this thought he pressed on even faster hoping that the others could keep up, in a few minutes they managed to reach the group. They were sorry sight to say the least, many of them were totally exhausted and wounded, some were being dragged on makeshift stretchers, others carried by their brothers in arms.
Owen spun around the center of the group looking desperately for Christelle, when he couldn't find her he felt his heart seize thinking she'd been hit and killed. A soldier took a step forward then and a face caught his attention. Her face was pale and covered in grime and cuts, her arm was cradled in a bandage with blood seeping through it, and she looked on the verge of collapsing. Rushing over to her he yanked off his helmet and shouted her name, she slowly looked over to him and a light flashed into her eyes. She shouted his name and ran over to him and they embraced, both fought to hold back tears as they hugged making an odd sight.
(Alright, I can keep going if you want me to but I feel that this is a sufficient albeit unfinished bio.)
