Composite Armour

Due to finding out I would have to put in effort, I don't want this Instead, I will Nominate Maestro on the condition he make me the Fourm Panzer when he wins.

Banned because I need no reason to ban you.

Ledgend1221 for Fourm Commander.

Originals are always the best.

Keep them, put put them in the same role as equipment from Halo 3.

Bullet for Bullet, the DMR does more damage then the BR even though both fire 7.62mm AP. Logic.

Obsidian mak pls kthx

Seriously this time. Make a Tank Destroyer version using a forward facing Scorpion cannon.

I'm not sure.

All of them.

I wish destiny had a list.

Female is OP in MM.

I'd say wait for the price to drop first.

Yes, I now have a title to officially rebel against.

Didact: "ASSUMING CONTROL." I'm sorry, but as soon as I saw that I just went "Collector".

UNSC Needs an upgraded Scorpion with german crews. Because that makes any game worth having.

Warthog rush.

John let a full burst from his Typhoon rip into the thing. It flinched, but as soon as the bulletstorm had ceased it assumed it's battle ready stance. John rolled and found what cover he could from the return fire. He had only ever seen an angry Krogan survive a burst from the Typhoon. He knew he was in for a tough fight. He waited for his weapon to cool down, letting loose another burst. It did damage, but the thing should be dead by now. It only took a few shots from that things weapon to take his shields down. It was a slow battle, John was doing what he could to wear it down. It was tough, but it wasn't immune. Slowly but surely it was dying. Seeing his chance , he took an aimed burst at it's weapon, disabling it. He focused it down, until the light went out. It was dead. He would have investigated the body if it didn't detonate shortly after. Still, he knew he had an enemy to kill and they could be beaten. He looked around slowly, before jogging off to the sounds of fighting.

John sat down at the cliff edge, overlooking the colony. The sun was finally coming up over the horizon, casting a dim orange glow on the vast farmland below. It was a good view and enjoyed by most. He slung his Typhoon over his shoulders and stood up, still gazing at the sunrise. He slowly began to move off until the silence was broken by comms chatter. "This is Lance actual to all personal, SSV Normandy is inbound to retrieve the package. Have it prepped for transport. Be advised, there's a Spectre on board, so I want nothing wrong. Actual out." John stopped and swung his Typhoon to his waist. "Spectre? ******* council dogs, that's the last thing we need." He began to walk slowly back to the site, but he barely made it a few feet before he heard it. Like...a scratching. In his head. It turned to a pain. It was intense. John resisted it the best he could. He then heard a deep...buzzing sound almost and the pain had gone. It was followed by a tremendous crashing noise. The sky had darkened and there were several flashes of light. He looked out and was amazed at what he saw. It was like a giant metal squid. Standing tall over anything in the colony. He looked out at the fire's that had started and the gun fire the could now be seen. He knew they were under attack and why they were here, but who the hell were they? A low sound became louder...closer. It would give him his answer. A large grey ship passed overhead, then another one behind it. Gun fire could now be heard near him. John hit the dirt while the ship passed overhead. As it passed, a massive crashing sound was heard just a few meters from John. He looked at it. The crouched figure slowly stood up, growing taller. It grew to a height of over twelve feet and was covered in blood red armour. It's head pointed towards John, showing a bright cyan light. It was directly looking at him now. John stood up and readied his weapon. "Come on you lamp *******!"

Full Name: John Murphy Race: Human Gender: Male Class: Soldier Occupation: N7 Marine Aesthetics or Clothing: Black N7 Defender armour with Death mask helmet. Red stripe down both arms. Facial Appearance: Blue eyes, Short black hair, Short beard, Small scar on left cheek. 3 Powers and Weapon of choice: Inferno Grenades, Fortification, Adrenaline rush. N7 Typhoon and N7 Crusader. Backstory: Raised on an Alliance Dreadnought, John knew little of life outside the Alliance military. He would spend his time in the firing range or gym and pretending he was a marine. It came as no surprise to anyone when he signed up on his 18th birthday. He focused hard and fought hard, soon leaving boot camp with flying colours. Over the next few years, he was constantly noted for his skill and determination under fire. It was clear the N7 program was his next step. It was brutal and harsh, but John viewed it as a foe that must be beaten at any cost. And he did. For another year or so, he served as the Galaxy's elite. Due to his upbringing, he has trouble dealing with civilian and aliens. Most of the aliens he had seen were the one's shooting at him, which has left him with a resentment, sometimes outright hatred, of aliens. After a near scandal involving a Human-Turian operation, he was assigned to Eden prime while the Alliance clears everything up.