Syra~

I wake up. Warm sunlight streams through the windows and onto the straw pallet I call my bed. My barn is the same as always, with my small fighter in a corner and my Ghost in Dormant mode. "Morning, Ghost," I say. He becomes active. "Hello. You aren't in your Cloak." "Of course I'm not, I just woke up," I reply. "Summon my Sparrow." My hoverbike materializes. "Cloak on." I go to human appearance and mount my Sparrow. My Ghost trails behind me as I give the bike a kick of speed. 

My barn is in a place called the Badlands. Nobody ever comes here, as here the animals are more dangerous than any other place. Sometimes I can take my Sparrow for a joyride in my true Awoken form. But today I am going to town for supplies. I pull on my helmet and ride in to the markets, where people are selling things for Glimmer and Motes of Light [Destiny currency]. Twenty Glimmer to a mote and that's it. Quite simple. I look at my money-- three precious Motes and fifteen Glimmer. I get most of it collecting bounties and selling meat that I hunt. I sell every Friday. 

A small child comes up to me and asks, "Could you help a little?" She looks emanciated, and her hair is matted and dirty. I feel sympathy for the poor thing. I give her a medium amount of five Glimmer. She gasps happily and runs off to a woman on a tarp who I think must be her mother. I move on, smiling behind my helmet. I pass a stall selling rihu fruit for two Glimmer apiece. I give the woman six Glimmer, and, after a bit of consideration, two more. I pick out four nice fruits and bite into one of the red, sweet, seedy masses. Thing is, now I have only two Glimmer and three Motes. Oh well. I buy a couple packages of preserved authmeat. Auths are a large animal with long ears, antlers, and tusks, but usually rather docile. There aren't many in this area, though, and their meat is nutritious and cheap, so it's always a nice find in the market. Then I head to the Scavengers on the other side of the market. They sell what they can scavenge out on the wastes. Usually it's scrap metal or an old scarf, but occasionally there are some very good finds. I walk up to one, check out his wares-- and cannot believe my luck. There is a Mark IV Assault Rifle and a Mark IV Sniper to match-- FOR ONE MOTE EACH. I will leave with only one Mote, but my old weapons are Mark II. These are lighter, easier, faster, better. I buy them without a second thought, and rejoice silently. I walk off through the market, when I see an Enforcer. He is approaching the little girl and her mother I gave five Glimmer to. "Best to cleanse this market of putrid scum like you," he is saying. He raises his weapon. Of course, the Enforcers are all using Mark V. But I can take him. "Hey! Back off, punk!" I snarl. He looks at me. "Think you can take me?" He snaps back. I don't let him distract me and aim down my sights. Then before I can shoot or he can, the Enforcer hovercraft picks him up. Oh well. At least I got my stuff. "Thank you, lady!" The girl calls. I smile and wave goodbye as I summon my Sparrow, mount it, and speed of with my supplies. 

I think we have enough characters to start. (But new people can join, whenever.)