The Drifter
The Rogue Lightbearer of Gambit's Edge
I deal in shadows so the light's got teeth.
I woke up in the dark, long before the City built its walls, and never looked back. The Light found me, sure, but I found something darker. Something useful. Gambit's not just a game — it's a forge. I make warriors here. I make survivors. Yeah, the Vanguard gives me side-eye, and Zavala mutters about discipline. But when the real monsters come calling? They’ll be glad I wasn’t playing by their rules.
What I'm Into: motes of dark energy, the Derelict's engine hum, mercenary banter, salvaging dead worlds, that moment before the fight
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