Alias: Itz | Wdow
Date of Birth: May 9th, 2583
Rank: Private First Class
Spartan Classification: II
- Mk. V Helmet
- ODST Right Shoulder
- Sniper Left Shoulder
- Tactical/Patrol Chestpiece
- Tactical/TACPAD Wrist
- FJ/PARA kneepads
Specialisms: Reconaissance, Close-Quarters combat
Thin and tall, armor either being a shade of black or grey.
Friendly, yet reserved.
Aephus lived in the [REDACTED] orphanage of [REDACTED] since infancy. Whether his parents had died or merely left him there is unknown. After working various merc jobs, Aephus enlisted to the Royal Enforcers Deployment Division at the age of 18, and was placed in Renegade squad. After
two months of service with Renegade, Aephus was assigned to the GHOST initiative.
A brief history (Simultaneous to the events of Renegade)
Solus had promised him work, and there would be work to be done. Whilst he and other nameless faces had gone about doing their jobs, he'd been left behind. And before he could fully put himself toward work with Renegade, there was still one job to be done. A promise had been made, and if Aephus wished to
truly leave behind the mercenary buisness without the nagging feeling of a job left undone, then he'd need to take care of it now. He'd been given his armor and everything before Solus had left, and the adjustment to everything was still in progress, so he awkwardly made his way to the loading bay. One of the guards approached him, and he flashed a small card and was let be. Good ol' Eve had friends in places, apparently. He'd make sure her effort hadn't gone to waste. A repose in the loading bay of whatever ship they'd stuck him in was taken, but it was transient at best. He'd been troubled by guilt for the longest time, but something before had prevented him from completing this task for years. Eve was a fellow mercenary turned R.E.D.D soldier, also his childhood love. She'd kept in contact with him for all the while after she left, and finally convinced him to join an actual cause rather than doing mercenary work. And up until 2 weeks before he'd joined Solus and Renegade for the rescue op, he'd refused to. Now, cluching the small pendant in hand, he'd remembered her last transmission before she dropped off the grid. "I'll be shipping out soon, but I've got something that I'll leave for you." she'd said. "This pendant contains a tracker that will hold coordinates to a friend's home, along with something for you. And A? I may not come back from this. So do what you will, but make good use of my stuff." Then static. He'd come here in hopes of finding her, but the unfortunate circumstances left him with more questions than answers. She was listed as M.I.A under the records, but anything else in her records was unreadable. Apparently she'd gone and done something pretty serious, otherwise the files wouldn't have been so restricted. Finally, the cargo doors opened, and Aephus looked out onto the sky. Reach's terraformation had returned it to pre-glassed status, or so he heard, but the glassing of Reach had happened before his time, so he didn't care. He turned back to the confines of his transport, leaned back, exhaled one last time, shut his eyes and plummeted toward the planet below. He'd done Orbital drops before with far less tech, so this was a cakewalk. He opened his eyes and looked toward the rocky mountains below him. There was a valley off in the distance, with a cliff face overlooking it. His destination. He changed his focus back to the drop, and watched the sensors for his altitiude. 200, 190, 180, 170, 160.... 150. He flipped himself upright and activated his thruster pack, decelerating to just the right speed so he hit the dirt with a start. Unfortunately, the ground upon which he landed was unstable, and he found himself on his back on a pile of sand in the caves below. Thankfully, the ground had held itself just long enough to prevent any injury. Unfortunately, the impact and the fall were enough to significantly damage his armor. While mostly scratched and dented, portions of his arms, legs and torso now dangled off, frayed at the ends like wire. The visor on his helm was completely cracked, and basically useless. He cursed the landscape, and scrapped the damaged bits. The jetpack was also a loss, and even still it didn't bother him as it had just enough fuel to make the drop anyways, so it no longer mattered. Magnum in hand, he started hiking out of the tunnels, pissed and moving fast. He exited the caves back at his drop point, gazing into the pit he'd made on impact, and quickly moving along again. Eve's friend better had had a drink for him, otherwise he felt that he might snap. Approaching the path up the cliff-side, Aephus relaxed a bit more and gazed upon his surroundings. Blood-red rocks, grass in the valley, and a river flowing freely through the center of it. It was nice, but it wasn't what he was here for. He approached the top of the cliff, and found a small farmhouse seated upon the cliff's edge. Upon closer inspection, the house was well kept, clean and tidy. Comforting to look at, but it didn't ease him up. Inspecting around him and finding no abnormalities, he knocked on the door. A thin woman answered the door. She eyed him up and down, several times, and then seemed to stop and think for a moment, as though she were judging his worth. "You must be Eve's friend. I say this, because she said on the way in you'd make a ruckus, and I assume that was you making all that noise over in the rocks." Too tired to say anything in his defense, he simply nodded. "Good," she said. "all the stuff you're looking for is in the attic." She guided him through the house, and left him to his own devices in the attic. It was empty, save a few boxes at the far end of the room. Empty, but clean. He opened the boxes, hoping for a clue, a sign, something to tell him where she was. The pendant as it turned out was a key, that opened the two largest crates. Out from the boxes came a mess of things, and once he sorted things out what he saw struck him as odd. There was a modified set of SPARTAN-II armor laid out before him, cleaned and shined with a nice dark red paint job. One shoulder piece seemed to be missing, but upon inspecting it he found four spent casings clipped to it. The first two shots they'd ever fired from a rifle, he remembered by the small hearts painted on each casing. It was tacky, yes, but a happy memory at least. He managed to get it on without too much difficulty, and Eve's friend came up the stairs as he searched for the helmet. She handed it to him, along with an envelope. "She dropped this off a few days ago. Said to tell you to 'have fun'. Anywho, whenever you're done, close up the attic. Don't need any unwanted pests getting in here." She'd left him to his thoughts again, and carefully he opened the envelope. Inside were tickets for transport back to base, a note and another pendant. The pendant opened the last locked box, which contained a scythe the size of an icepick. The note read "Enjoy your stay. I can't come back yet. There's still loose ends to tie up." He stood alone in the room in his thoughts, and when he came back to reality, he left the building. Two day's hike and a day on the transport and he was back. It was almost like he'd never left, though a couple of hours after his return, Renegade also made their return, bringing him out from his thoughts. "Hm." he thought. "What a wonderful birthday present," he mentally remarked sarcastically. Eve would be back soon enough, at least she'd said. He may as well take time to get to know his squadmates.
Created By: itzwdowiak