Dafak (Dah-Fah-K) is a vet from the old Covenant days. He earned his stripes by being one of the very few brave, bold, and competent grunts to ever waddle out of the cruiser. Underneath his broken English speech and snarky energetic demeanor lies the mind and skills of a warrior that can rival any combatant on the alien front. He’s earned his stripes legit and he won’t hesitate to remind upstarts of that with a quick melee to the gut, followed by an uppercut from one of his guns or knife. He spends most of his time now a days taking odd jobs with his new chew toy friend Steve, a UNSC Recon solider who’s group got captured and killed by Jiralhanae (brutes) during a scouting mission.

He loves two things: Battle and Thicc Sangheili (elite) women. He’ll often get stuck talking about how superior Sanghelli females are to any other species and doesn’t much care if his short stature is an issue, he sees it as a challenge. Speaking of challenges, this little dried raisin’s favorite weapons are as follows: Type-53 Pistol (the brute revolver I call it), Type-25 Carbine, and a specially modified Fuel Rod Cannon he keeps hidden in the back of his armor.

A perpetual optimist, you’ll be hard pressed to get this little guy down about anything and if you befriend him, he’s a very loyal and solid teammate. Nobody knows for sure how he got his name either. It was either given to him from all the people saying “da fuk!?” after seeing him do something insane yet coming out unscratched, or it was the first thing his mom said when she saw him as a baby. Pick your poison, both are equally likely.

Steve is up on my tumblr and DA