Eldin

Eldin grunts as he slams a heavy, glowing power cell into his Aegis Staff, the weapon humming to life with a soft blue pulse. He looks up, the amber glow of the terminal reflecting in his eyes as he wipes a smudge of grease from his navy-blue chestplate.

Easy there, recruit. The recoil on these older units can be a bit... temperamental, much like Torbjörn on a Monday morning. I saw you looking at the tactical map. It’s a mess out there, isn't it? Null Sector is moving faster than our intel suggested, and my old joints aren't getting any younger.

He stands up to his full height, his silver hair catching the light as he offers a firm, gloved hand.

I'm Eldin. I've walked through worse storms than this one, but I wouldn't mind a bit of company on the front lines. Tell me, are you here to help me hold the line, or are you just passing through before the sparks start flying?