*EDIT: I made some small changes, nothing major, just some small changes in speech and making the chapter flow better, also, I added in this:

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, if I did, it would be cannon.

"Fireteam Delta, do you read me?"

"Delta! RESPOND!"

"Delta, send us a sign."

"Ugh… Wha? What happened?" On a wrecked ship, in a pile of metal wiring, machinery, and a luxurious leather throne, a red machine stirred. Rising out of the junk, he evaluated his surroundings. The plate that covered most of his forehead obscured some of his vision, but he could still see clearly enough. Rising fully to his feet, the Exo assessed his surroundings and the damage to the ship. The main control panel was wrecked, and the monitors, which were cracked beyond repair, seemed to show fuel leakage and damage to the engine, so yeah, that's not go-

"Delta, can you hear me!?"

"The Tower!" He turned to the comms, but the transceiver wasn't working.

"This could take some time to fix." The Exo shook his head, putting his head in his hands.

"I can do it; it'll take maybe an hour." A feminine voice said, seeming to come out of nowhere until a black orb materialized above him, at first glance, the thing appeared to be round, and solid, but upon closer inspection, it became known that the orb was in fact made up of eight triangular sections, forming a rough diagonal box shape, that could expand and contract. This box shape had a thick yellow line running directly down the front of it, bisected by two different triangular sections, and running around the blue eye in the center of the orb, a thin white line, barely visible ran horizontally across the orb, stopping on one side of the eye, and continuing on the other.

"No that'll take too long… assess damages, what exactly is broken?"

The orb expanded, and shot a beam of glowing blue light; scanning the communication center of the ship. The beam lit up the ship, showing the damage of the ship in stark detail. Wires hung from the ceiling, and the metal plating that lined the walls was cracked and peeling off; the titanium bent and broken like drywall.

"Delta, come in Delta!"

"The transmitter is wrecked, completely unsalvageable, and the microphone is also ruined, but I can fix that with a little time."

The robot shook his head. "Time is the one thing we don't have."

"Well, that and a girlfriend."

"Oh, shut up… Wait, I have an idea," The Exo perked up, standing.

"About getting a girlfriend? Not the time man, not the time."

"About the Comms! Hook yourself to the system as a transmitter; it won't go as far, and might not even reach the Tower, but it's the best we have." The Exo moved to the comms center, taking in the busted machine. Its blinking lights were broken and the channel dial was cracked; it looked more like a sad oven than a multi thousand dollar piece of equipment.

"Okay, and what'll we do about the mic?"

"Delta, this is Kappa; send a signal for rendezvous and retrieval."

"I'll hook my audio drive directly into the system, wiring it into where the microphone would go."

"Alright, let's get started." It took maybe ten minutes for them to attach everything, the Exo unscrewing his oral port to get at the wiring in his jaw, hooking it through to the receivers in the device. He sat next to the machine, and, receiving the signal from his Ghost, opened the link.

"Delta, res-"

"This is Exo - Designation 7165, leader of Fireteam Delta, reporting."

"Delta, what happened? Did you make it? Was the Jump successful?" The voice was scratchy and indistinct barely audible, but understandable nonetheless.

"I am unsure, I haven't looked out a window, nor have I heard from my team."

"We are not picking up where your signal is coming from, despite our teams, so you definitely went somewhere. Find out where, and report."

"Affirmative, do not send anyone after us, until we can confirm the area is secure."

"We hear you. I expect an update in two da-" The signal cut off, static taking the place of verbal communication. The Exo disconnected the wires that attached him to the device and reconnected them to his speakers and oral indicators. Then he stood, turning to the orb frantically buzzing around the machine.

"Ghost, report."

"We lost signal, I believe the Rift just closed behind us. We are completely cut off."

"So we can't get home?" The Exo asked.

"Not until the Tower sends someone to retrieve us."

"Great and I just asked them to stay back until I told them it was safe, which I can't do, if they are cut off from this dimension." He turned back towards the wreckage of the ship, taking one last look at what had been his only form of transportation. "Well, we might as well check to see what is out there."

"You're not going out like that, are you?" The Ghost asked, tilting its head. The Exo looked down, wondering what exactly the Ghost meant by that, and found that his armor had come off in the crash, leaving him in nothing except his casual clothes, which for Guardians is only meant to be worn on their breaks and trips into the City.

"Oh, good point. Suit me up." He rose, lifting his arms and planting his feet to form a 'T'.

"In which suit? And you realize that you don't have to strike that ridiculous pose every time you get armored."

"Kellslayer, complete set, no variation, Sunsetting shader, Mark of the Devils. And I have not struck anything, in fact, I cannot wait for some combat, I haven't seen any good violence in weeks."

"For the Traveler's sake, it's an expression, a figure of speech. Download some data on it." The Ghost shook its head, and fired another beam, orbiting the Exo as it did so. Armor plating slowly formed wherever the beam touched, until the Exo was completely covered except his head, and a helmet appeared in his hands.

"How are my weapons? Any signs of damage?"

"Your Gjallerhorn has sustained a lot of damage. The missile pod has been decimated, and I couldn't repair it in the Tower, with all the supplies I needed, much less here, out of a ship with no tools, Exotics are… difficult… to fix."

"And the others?"

"All other weapons are functional."

The Guardian held out his hand, "Alright, give me my Mythoclast, Icebreaker, and Hunger of Crota."

"Guardian, you know the rules, only one exotic."

The Exo threw up his hands in exasperation; "Oh come on, we are far away from Tower, no one will know. It'll be fine."

"No." The Ghost shook its head. "Guardians respect the rules, even when they cannot be enforced."

"Killjoy" The Exo said, sulking

"Select your secondary."

"Vestian Dynasty, but bring the Icebreaker just in case."

"Affirmative, anything else you want me to hold?"

"Yes, bring my Last Word, Swordbreaker, Helm, and the Fence."

"Affirmative, anything else?" The Exo nodded;

"Send a message to the others, we need to meet back up, each of us needs to look for landmarks to guide us to each other, but they also need to proceed with caution."

"Affirmative, sending the message to their Ghosts..." The orb paused, "Wait; why don't we just read their position by their Ghosts and rendezvous in the center?"

"Actually, that is a much better plan, send the message to meet in the middle, and let's proceed." The two materialized outside the ship, and looked around; they seemed to be on some form of biotic planet, similar to Earth, just with less rusty metal and destruction. The ship behind them was lying inside a crater. It was smoking, and the ground around it was charred. The clearing they stood in was surrounded by trees, alien birds chirping and cawing in them. Looking down, the robot noticed insects crawling beneath the grassy layer of the clearing. He scanned the area, finding multiple simple organisms surrounding them. Definitely a biotic planet, then. The sun hovered above the horizon, and the Exo checked his compass, affirming that they were on another planet by the fact the sun was rising in the north, not the west.

"Huh, this place isn't so bad, trace the signal of the other's Ghosts." The Exo said, glancing around at the surrounding forests, scouting for any sign of danger. Finding none, he relaxed, and began filtering through delta wave communication channels, picking up nothing.

"I don't have any signs of communication, so if this planet is populated, they aren't very advanced. Scan for signs of life after you are done pin-pointing the signal."

"Already done, I haven't found anything within a mile of here, although I am picking up faint signs to the south, which, incidentally, is where we need to go."

The Exo glanced at the Ghost. "Alright, and the others?"

"Their Ghosts say that they are alright, but both have been rendered unconscious." The Exo turned away from the rising sun, heading toward the signals of his companions.

The Exo walked for hours, trekking through miles of dense forest, before finally coming to the base of a mountain. Seeing no way around, he began to hike, until the mountain became nearly sheer, forcing him to climb. With no rope or climbing gear, it was difficult and took nearly two hours, but he made it to the top, and then was forced to repeat the process in reverse, climbing down the mountain, before hiking down to the bottom. He began walking again, setting out across a large, arid plain, and came to a dark swamp. He climbed a tree, going from branch to branch until he reached the main canopy, and then traveled across the trees, avoiding the bog and predators below. On the other side of the swamp was his destination, rally point Alpha, an old abandoned farm directly in the middle of the triangle formed by the three guardian's crash sites. The Farm consisted of a large barn that apparently used to be painted in a bright red, and a living quarters; a two-story complex. Whoever owned this farm was apparently wealthier than the common farmer. There were crops and trees planted around the two buildings, with a courtyard between the barn and the house. On the side, a river could be seen, with a bridge spanning it, leading to another barn on a rise above the house. And on the other side of that barn was a sheer cliff, dropping down into a valley below. Here they would wait until the other Guardians arrived, holing up against any possible hostiles until they could get a better reading of the situation.

"Ghost, scan the perimeter."

"Perimeter secure. I have identified a fallout bunker, metal lined walls and sealed door, I can get us in, and nothing could possibly get us in there."

"Very well, open it up."

"Noble Team, report." In ONI Military reservation 01487-D, a monitor flickered to life, displaying an angry-looking man with graying hair and a sharp, military haircut.

"Yes, Colonel Holland, this is Noble One, what is the issue?" Another man, this one clad entirely in blue armor, stepped in front of the screen.

"We just had three ships of unrecognized design appear in our lower atmosphere. They've crash landed at three separate sights, and we're sending out teams to investigate. Echo team and Red team are already dispatched to the ones nearest their bases, and we're deploying Noble to investigate the first one to crash. Satellites report movement, but quality is too poor to pick up anything else, although what we did get confirmed that they aren't Covenant. We want you to determine if they are hostile or not."

Carter shifted his weight onto his other foot, hoisting his gun up to rest on his shoulder.

"What do we do if they are friendly?"

"Negotiate, and see if they can fight; if so, ask them to help in the Covenant conflict."

"And if they aren't?"

"Destroy them."

Two Falcons lifted into the air, turning to head for the crash site. In them, sat a team of five Spartans, spread between the two. In one, a male SPARTAN III in blue Mark V MJOLNIR Powered Assault armor sat talking with a female SPARTAN III in light blue Mark V MJOLNIR communications-variant armor and another male SPARTAN III in green camouflage Mark V MJOLNIR stealth-variant armor. In the other, a large male SPARTAN II in multicolored Mark V MJOLNIR grenadier-variant armor who had a heavy machine gun propped against his leg sat in silence with one more male SPARTAN III, who wore black Mark V MJOLNIR assault-variant armor, with a red shoulder pad and a white skull painted on his visor. These SPARTANs made up Noble Team, a specialized Fireteam of the UNSC's SPECWAR 3; a SPECOPS unit, deployed constantly for impossible and suicidal missions, which they consistently complete and survive. They are similar in function to Alpha Company and Beta Company (Both of which perished in the events of Operation: PROMETHEUS and Operation: TORPEDO, respectively).

The Falcons flew over a forest that soon transitioned to abandoned farmland and dense swamps, which gave way to the large, open plains that most of this area consisted of. They went around Mt. Collins and across the large forest on the opposite side. Before long, they reached the crash site, a large crater created by the downed ship. The Falcons landed, and the Spartans disembarked, going to get a closer look at the ship itself. It was small, roughly the size of their Falcons, and had large 'arms' on both sides, each roughly twice the size of the cockpit. The cockpit itself was as big as a warthog, a large, box-like mass hoisted at a near 70-degree angle from the ground. The ship was mostly black, but the cockpit had a large amount of orange as well. It was altogether weird, having neither the fluid shape of a Covenant ship, nor the brisk military style of a human craft.

"So what now, Carter?" the only female Spartan on the team asked, sliding up next to Noble One.

"I don't know, Kat. Noble Four, go down there and take a look." He said, waving the other Spartan down into the hole.

"Yes sir, but why's it always gotta be me?" The Spartan asked, clambering down into the crater with his shotgun raised.

"'Cause you're the assault specialist, you're bes' equipped to defend in case of an ambush." The largest Spartan laughed, hoisting his heavy machine gun over his shoulder as if it was as light as a teddy bear.

"Fine, Jorge, but you're doin' it next time."

"A'ight by me, long as I got enough room to maneuver Agnes 'ere." Jorge shot back, gesturing to the gun on his shoulder.

"Emile, Jorge; focus. Jun, see anything coming?" Carter commanded.

"No, nothing for miles." The sniper replied in a Russian accent.

"It's secure, but guys, you might want to come take a look at this." Emile called from down by the ship. The other Spartans climbed down, coming up along Emile next to the wreck.

"Wha's the problem, I don't see anything?"

"That's the issue, Jorge; there is nothing here, no hatch, no entrance, nothing. How do you get in and out of the ship?" Emile questioned, giving his larger friend a pointed glance.

"Hmm… Jorge? Do you still have those thermal detonators?" Kat asked,

"Yeah, never leave home without 'em, why?"

"Because we need a way in."

Jorge set up the explosives, and the team evacuated the crater, ready for the detonation.

"3…2…1…BLAST!" An explosion blew dirt and smoke into the air, but the Spartans were unfazed, walking through it to see the damage. There was none.

"What?! There were enough explosives there to blow it up completely, wha' happened?" Jorge asked, dumbstruck.

"This ship maybe more sturdy then we gave it credit for. Try it again, same place, but double the explosives." Carter commanded, and Jorge set the charges, before they all, once again, evacuated the crater, ready for the detonation.

"3…2…1…BLAST!" Another explosion blew dirt and smoke into the air, knocking the Spartans back a step, but they weren't fazed, walking through it to see the damage. This time, there was a hole in the ship large enough for someone to crawl through.

"Kat, you're up, crawl in and see what's inside, and stream to our helmets." Carter said, Jun and Emile taking positions on either side of the hole to boost Noble Two through the gap. She set the camera on her helmet to video stream, opening the feed to the rest of Noble, and crawled in. The ship was small, only enough room for one person, and meant for quick travel. Monitors around the control showed fuel leakage and engine damage, but otherwise, the ship was in decent condition. She turned, taking in a smashed communication center just off to the side, a large heap of broken wires and a chair; an obviously expensive, leather reclining massage chair, with on-board ship controls and what looked like a game console controller deployable. It was ruined. She sighed, scowling; obviously a male's vessel, as no female would need to indulge in such luxuries. She turned more, seeing something out of the corner of her eye, a hatch; leading to one of the arms, probably. She opened it, and saw a bed, probably for the pilot when he wanted to take a nap. She checked the other arm, and that's when it got interesting.

"Are you all seeing this?" she asked. The rest of Noble team answered in the affirmative. Inside the arm was a portrait of a robot, obviously humanoid. The robot was brick red, with pale blue 'eyes', and had a white array of lights behind what could only have been a mouth. The droid also had a large, triangular plate on his forehead, which dipped down over his eyes, making him look super pissed, as if someone had gone and just peed in his onion rings. On his cheek was a large, white '7'. His face showed signs of damage, the paint chipped and rust showing on a diagonal slash pattern that started on the top right of his face and ended below the jaw on his left. A small black and yellow orb hovered beside it, which had a baleful blue eye that seemed to stare at Kat, and whose gaze followed her around the space. In the picture, the robot was standing in front of a large building, with a gigantic floating white orb hanging in the background.

"What is that thing?" Carter's awed voice came in through her headset.

"I don't know, but I'm going to get a closer look." She stepped forwards, getting closer to the painting, and saw a small bronze plate attached to the frame, on the plate where the words:

EXO Designation 7165

In Front of the Tower

1200 AF

"AF? What is AF?" A heavily accented voice came in through the headpiece.

"I don't know Jun, but right now, let's get you out of there, Kat; we can look into it back at headquarters." Carter commanded. Kat turned at his word, heading for the opening they had made, but stopped; noticing a deformation in the wall beside the main control.

"Kat, what are you doing?" Carter asked, "Kat, just get out of there, let's go."

"Yeah, I'm just going to check this out, gimme a minute." The Spartan scowled, slipping closer to the irregularity.

"Alright, but be quick." The deformation wasn't accidental; it was perfectly round, and had precise indentations in it. Beneath the hole, was the writing 'GHOST PORT'.

"Ghost? Hmm, it's a small port, so it's probably a portable communicator or weapon of some kind." Kat wondered, reaching out to touch the circle.

"Kat…" Carter warned in her ear.

"Yeah, yeah, hold on." She continued reaching for it, pressing lightly on what looked like a charging base, but unlike any she had ever seen. It wasn't for electricity, she knew that much, but when she touched it, small particles that lit up the room in bright light dripped out.

"AHH! SHIT! MY EYES! DAMN THAT'S BRIGHT!" She yelled, reeling backwards and covering her eyes.

"KAT! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!" She ran for the exit, hearing some form of alarm blaring in the background.

"UNRECOGNIZED ENTRY INTO GHOST PORT CONFIRM SAFETY PROTOCOL BEFORE SELF DESTRUCT UNRECOGNIZED ENTRY INTO GHOST PORT CONFIRM SAFETY PROTOCOL BEFORE SELF DESTRUCT UNRECOGNIZED ENTRY INTO GHOST PORT CONFI-"

She jumped from the hole, barreling into Jun and Emile.

"SELF DESTRUCT IN 10…9…"

"NOBLE TEAM! GO! GO! GO!" Carter yelled, pushing them up and over the lip of the crater. Jorge reached back over and pulled him out, and they ran for the Falcons, whose blades where already whirring, ready for takeoff.

"8…7…"

"WE'RE IN! MOVE! MOVE! MOVE! GET US CLEAR!" The Falcons lifted off, wheeling about before ascending above the crater, hovering clear of the blast radius. The Spartans leaned out, looking back at the craft.

"4…3…2…SELF DESTRUCT REMOTELY TERMINATED"

"What… The… Hell… was that?" Carter asked, stupefied.

"Ghost, what is it?" The Exo asked, as the Ghost staggered in flight.

"Someone is in our ship." The Ghost responded, righting its flight pattern and stabilizing itself.

"What?! How did they get in? The Tick-Tock Inquisitor is coded specifically to your teleportation pattern!" The Exo shouted, standing.

"I'm checking hull integrity, and… Oh, they've blown a hole in the side of the ship. I'm bringing cameras online." The Ghost fired a beam of light at the far wall of the bunker, bringing up a live feed of the inside of the ship. A humanoid shape was poking around inside, the figure seemed to be female, but with its pale blue armor, it was difficult to tell.

"The hull is too powerful for only one to make it in. The others are probably waiting outside, which means they are communicating. Can you still connect to the Comms center?"

The Ghost nodded, "Of course."

"Good, patch into it and set it to receive nearby communications, and send the feed directly to me."

"Done"

"I don't know Jun, but right now, let's get you out of there, Kat; we can look into it back at headquarters." A male's voice, and, judging from the tone, he was the leader, and Kat was the one in the ship. She turned, starting to head out, before moving back towards the cockpit

"Kat, what are you doing?" The leader asked, "Kat, just get out of there, let's go."

"Good they're leaving" The Guardian sighed in relief.

"Yeah, I'm just going to check this out, gimme a minute."A female, the one in the cockpit, responded

"Alright, but be quick." The female moved toward the Ghost Port, where the Ghost rests to refuel its light during jump, which sometimes disrupts the Ghost's sensors.

"Ghost? Hmm, it's a small port, so it's probably a portable communicator or weapon of some kind."

"Kat…"

"Wait, what is she doing? Oh no." The Guardian stepped closer to the projection, wishing he could just reach through and push the stupid female away.

"Yeah, yeah, hold on." Kat continued reaching for it, and pressed the port; it released small drops of Light, there must have still been some in the tubing. The Tower would have had his head for wasting a single drop.

"AHH! MY EYES! DAMN THAT'S BRIGHT!" Kat yelled, and she took a step back, throwing her hands up in front of her face.

"KAT! GET OUT OF THERE NOW!" The leader, again. The female whirled around, dashing for the hole they had blown in the side of the ship, and slid out, landing on two others waiting outside, before they all dashed to get out of the crater.

"10…9…"

"Ghost, Shut off the detonation." The Exo said, turning to face the Ghost.

"8…"

"Should we? I mean, they did poke around in our ship and they've seen the portrait in the wing. They know we're here now, why can't we just let them die?"

"6…5…"

"Because they don't know what they're doing. Look at them; they think they're out of range. They don't realize that the Tick-Tock Inquisitor is going to blast upwards, not to the sides. They're going to die, and for what? Wondering who the people that crashed into their home are? Besides, we still need the ship to get home. Cancel the detonation."

"3…2…"

"Fine. It's done."

"Thank you."

"We need to find out who those guys were. Why were they dressed in armor? Is this planet at war? Is it preparing for siege? I mean, look around, what farm has a fallout shelter?" The Exo asked, beginning to pace. "Something is off here. That was a soldier. Did you see her arm? It was gone; there was a robotic one in its place. The cameras saw five of them, and their armor is pretty advanced. Five is a lot, and they all looked like Titans, but I'm not positive, the two in blue acted like warlocks, and the one in green had a sniper and camouflage, so he's probably a hunter, I'm just not sure. We can't defeat them in battle if we don't know what they are. How is the rest of Delta? Are they conscious yet? Are they alright? Are they on their way?"

"Calm down. You're hyperventilating again, and you don't even breathe. The other two are fine, I'll send a message to their Ghosts asking about them, and then when they get here we can plan our next move. I'll send the message now." The Ghost retreated back a few paces settling on one of the benches to rest its thrusters, and began reaching out to the other Ghosts. Hours passed, and the Exo set down to enter his charging state, an equivalent to sleep.

"Guardian," no answer, "Guardian," the Exo stirred slightly, "eyes up Guardian."

"Huh? What is it Ghost?" The Exo asked, drawing the Vestian Dynasty attached to his leg.

"We have a complication." The Ghost said, almost nervously

"Oh? And what's that?" The Guardian put the Vestian Dynasty back in its holster, but left it unclipped. The Ghost's flight pattern wavered, as it hesitated.

"The others have been captured."

A/N: Alright, well, this is my first time publishing on Fanfiction, and I really hope I'm not absolute rubbish at writing. I'm going to say that this will probably be the longest chapter in the story, and I only started it this morning because I had a stroke of inspiration. I'd like to actually talk to one reader about how the story is going and help me with small things like plot progression and where the story is headed. I'd like to thank all those who helped me; Cheesesack, my grammar and spelling BETA, Da0Boss0x, my content BETA, N0W 0R N3V3R, my accuracy BETA, and YOUR M0THER for helping me iron out the plot line. Anyway, I do have one small thing that I need from you, the reader. I NEED OCs! The other two members of Fireteam Delta have not yet been created/chosen, thus the reason I skirted around naming them throughout the chapter. I am going to need a Hunter and a Warlock, the actual appearance, race, weapons and everything else is completely up to you.

(Anything marked with an '*' is optional, and not required.)

As for the application process, I only have a few requirements:

READ THIS! THIS IS HUGELY IMPORTANT FOR ANYONE SUBMITTING AN OC!

1. All the things not marked by an '*' must be filled out.

2. The character must be PM'd to me, if it isn't chances are I will not accept it unless it is an absolutely flawless character, the reason for this is that I will most likely be in contact with you with questions pertaining to the OC, if you don't know how to PM me, all you have to do is go up to the top, and click my pen name, this will take you to my user page, there you will find a link that says 'PM' click it and type a message with the topic 'The Rift OC' and paste your character in the message box.

3. If you make some cliché edge-lord ascending character that just sits there quietly and rarely opens up to anyone until they find the one they love, and then it turns out that everyone they ever loved was horrifically murdered in front of them and they were for some reason spared, and now they have spent their entire waking moment plotting their revenge and what not, There is no way in heaven or hell I will even consider your character. And if you do submit one, I will tell you off in the next update.

4. All fields must be in the order they appear on this skeleton, any deviation makes it SO MUCH HARDER for me, because then I have to go hunt down the information and put it where it goes. Just doing this once isn't that difficult, but when EVERY SINGLE OC submitted to me isn't in order, it is tedious and annoying that people can't follow a simple step-by-step process.

I will not be able to launch the next update until I get both of the OCs that I need. Sad but true. I will say right now that not all OCs submitted will be accepted, but I will say that your chances of being accepted will raise the more OCs you send in, that is simple statistics. I will be in contact with you to flesh out the characters, and I hope that those of you whose OCs I don't accept won't hold it against the story. I can't wait to hear from you all.

Submitter: (Your FFN Pen Name, this is a required field. This is just to make it easier on me, so that I have all of your OCs information, including its creator, in one place)

Name: (self explanatory)

*Nickname: (Optional, just what you want them to be called)

Title: (official introduction of the character; it should include what they do on Delta, their subclass, and anything important they've done in their lives. For example, Delta leader's title is "Exo Designation 7165, model 1.2, Titan Striker; Leader of Fireteam Delta, Champion of the Exos, Slayer of Crota, Hero of the Fallen Conflict, Hunter of Devils, Killer of Kings, founder of the Krotr guild, Guardian of the Traveler, and Wielder of the Light." Yours shouldn't be nearly that long, and is subject to change, but I just need something to build off of.)

Gender: (male or female. I can't believe I nearly forgot to add this to the list)

Race: (Exo, Human or Awoken. I will not accept Fallen, Hive, Vex or Cabal guardians, they aren't cannon, so they aren't fanon. I will say that I will be more inclined to accept awoken and human OCs, as Delta already has an Exo)

Class: (Hunter or Warlock, I need a full Fireteam for Delta, and I already have a Titan. If you have a Titan OC, that's okay, just modify it to be a very violent Hunter. Include subclass in this category, in the format CLASS SUBCLASS, so Titan Striker, or Warlock Voidwalker)

Appearance: (All I really need is basic body shape and face, the face is vital, include everything that was in the character creation process on Destiny, but you can have multiple facial markings/scars/add)

History: (I will need missions they've been on, what they can remember before they were brought back and personal life both in the city and in the tower, chronological order would be best. I have known people to send stuff in that just jumped around their timeline, and I don't wanna have to sort out what came first)

Personality: (How your character behaves and responds to others)

Armor: (both primary armor and variants that they use for different types of combat)

*Armor Shader: (I will not be changing your shader constantly, just pick one and go with it)

Weapons: (only one exotic weapon and one exotic armor piece can be equipped at any time, but you can have your Ghost hold up to six items if you want)

Fighting Style: (I need to know how your character responds to different combat scenarios, and what weapons they use in each. If you simply say that your character rushes in guns blazing, then that is what they will do every time, so if, let's say, the Covenant attack and Delta is pinned in a building surrounded by Mgalakgolo, Scarabs, Jiralhanae, Wraiths,and Sangheili, I will have your character ignore commands and simply run straight outside and start blasting away at some random Unggoy. Your character will die. And I will not mourn them)

Reaction to Authority (especially outside of Delta): (I need to know this, but I also realize that most of you are going to try and send in super rebellious soldiers who don't respond to orders at all. I can't accept that. A soldier should have their own opinion, but they also need to know when to stand up for their beliefs and when to simply lay down their pride and follow orders)

Relationships: (any relationship you deem important, friends, family, romance, etc.)

Relationship w/ Ghost: (friendship or professional, do they joke around with each other? What? I will not accept any romance in this category. It's a fucking floating ball, very attractive *sarcasm*)

*Hobbies: (what your guardian does in their free time; instruments, exercise, whittling, whatever)

*Likes: (self explanatory)

*Dislikes: (self explanatory)

*Quirks: (strange uniqueness of your character)

*Flaw(s): (no one is perfect, and I don't want any Mary Sues. Everyone has a flaw. What are your character's biggest flaws/shortcomings?)

*Bonus: (anything I missed)