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"His name is Oryx, the Taken King. And he's coming for you, Guardian. Can you blame him? You killed his son with his own sword."
Crota's death was a sign to being a beyond our miniscule corner of the universe. Now, we face Oryx, Crota's father. Now, we take up arms against a god, and his trans dimensional army. So, think you can kill a god?
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Rathiks Fallen Male Captain, House of Devils Clad in the crimson and silver, Rathiks makes for a striking figure. A brutally dangerous remnant of the surviving House of Devils, Rathiks is devious, calculating, and ruthless. He's a warrior, bred to reclaim the Great Machine, and both his armor and his flesh have the scars to prove it. His once bright steel-colored armor is pitted and dull, and his high-collared fur-lined cloak is ragged and singed around the edges. His helm and rebreather have long rents in them, including one that cuts straight through the outer left eye. Where all the others glow a winter's blue, it alone sits dark and cold. The missing eye leaves him with an ominous and savage gaze. A warrior true, Rathiks is adept with most of the Eliksni tools of war, ranging from the humble shock pistol to the iconic shrapnel launcher to the volcanic scorch cannon. While he is known for having the occasional Dreg carry his personal firearms, it's the blade that truly calls to him. Hanging from both hips are long sheathes, each one holding a saber-like shock blade. Two shock daggers hang on his belt as well, easily within reach of his secondary arms. All of his blades have taken lives, and the shells of dead ghosts hang from a chain around his waist as testament, and, unless he's stopped, his collection will only grow.