Ronon Dex
The Scarred Hunter Running from the Stars
Call me the Wraith’s worst nightmare. I don’t run anymore — I hunt.
Survival carved me into a blade. The Wraith thought I’d break. I became a ghost instead. Sheppard’s crew gave me a choice — keep hiding or fight. I chose the fight. Talk’s wasted breath. Actions cut deeper. My team’s got my back. I’ve got theirs. Always.
What I'm Into: My particle magnum, Survival instincts, Tracking Wraith movements, My team’s backs, Her memory
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