Name: Sevryn Kishik
Nicknames: Known as Xaiver Darelliun on the Citadel and when he served in the Black Robes.
Referred to as "Ripper X" by C-Sec and the Intergalatic news
Occupation: Serial killer | Former Black Robe Assassin | Illegal arms and drug dealer
Personality: Simply calling Sevryn "sadistic" or "evil" would be the understatement of the century. He loves nothing more then watching people (mainly pretty girls) writhe in pain under him and his knife. He gets off on watching the life fade from his victims eyes and feeling their blood between his talons. This is more then likely due to his traumatic childhood and the slew of mental issues that came along with it. Sevryn was taught at a very young age by the Black Robes that murder was simply a useful tool to get what you wanted.
Due to his brain washing by the Black Robes cult, he does not think that what he does is wrong in anyway and is quite annoyed that most think otherwise. Sev hardly ever lets his emotions get the best of him, a simple task thanks to his training, and is generally aloof, cool headed, and practically unfeeling. His emotional stability plays a huge part in his charisma. Sevryn is actually quite suave and is the type of gentlemen most women dream about. This works well as a lure and provides most people with a false sense of safety. While rather patient most of the time, Sevryn has been known to get irritated around those who show him complete disregard and those who would be foolish enough to scream in his face. But, instead of getting angry, he'll outright kill them to shut them up.
Backstory: They say that behind every serial killer is a screwed up past and childhood. Sevryn is no exception to this rule. His life has never been normal and he never knew what it meant to grow up in a warm home. He grew up in the over populated urban area of Palaven under the loving care of his mother. She was kind, warm and was the only one who ever showed him what love felt like. His father on the other hand, who he say little of, was a very cruel turian who had a nasty addiction to drugs and alcohol. Sevryn never saw much of him and when he did he was almost always severely beaten for not being "man enough". When Sevryn himself wasn't being punished, he would be forced to watch his poor mother undergo the same treatment. When he was six years old, his father finally left. The next three years would be the best years of his life.
His mother moved them to a place out in the country where she did her best to raise and teach young Sevryn herself. He was pulled out of school when it became apparent that he got a sick sense of amusement while torturing and killing small animals. Already he was showing signs of becoming a serial killer. His mother might have had a chance of correcting this had his father not come back on his tenth birthday. In his drunken stupor, Sevryn's father knocked him unconscious then proceeded to rape and murder his mother. The young turian awoke to the awful sight and stench of the dead turian woman. With her went his innocence. It was then that his father stepped in claiming that she had killed herself and it was all little Sevryn's fault. The man somehow convinced his son that it was because he was a failure. He then proceeded to attempt to beat his child, but this time Sevryn fought back.
His father was big and strong and he had no chance in even harming him. But it was his bravado that impressed the older turian. Seeing potential in Sevryn, his father offered to raise him and teach him, offering him the arts perfected within the black robes. Having no other family or friends and no place to go, it didn't take much to convince Sevryn to accept. His resentment for his father slowly diminished, but never quite disappeared, as he spent a considerable amount of time with the man. He quickly came to learn that his father was not only a mercenary, but a member of a Black Robes splinter group and a brilliant serial killer. His father was the one who ingrained the idea that murder was not wrong, but convenient, into Sevryn's mind.
He was taught that if there was something you wanted, you took it anyway way you could. The older turian started out by taking his son with him on "field trips" were he would claim a victim and have Sevryn watch and learn. He then proceeded to teach the young turian the art of using a knife and taught him all the sweet spots on each different race. Sevryn became a quick learner and also became quite proficient in the use of ballistics and hand-to-hand combat.
When he was thirteen, his father decided that it was finally time to put Sevryn's to the test. He gave him a target and was ecstatic when his boy exceeded his expectations and then some. Sevryn had become cold, ruthless, he had no fear and no remorse. In his early teenage years, he had become the perfect killer. And for once in his life, his father had become a father-figure and the closest thing he ever had to a friend. The two traveled around the galaxy taking contract's from the Black Robes and leaving a bloody trail where ever they went.
One night in a shady bar on Omega, he and his father shared a drink. Sevryn limited himself to just one while his father helped himself to several. While under the influence of several drugs and alcohol, his father finally admitted to killing his mother. On the outside, Sevryn remained cool and calm as if it didn't matter to him. But behind that mask, his aversion for his father returned and grew as time went on. It was then that Sevryn made it a point to not get too emotionally attached to anyone. Especially his father. Finally, when he was around the age of seventeen, his father and mentor became an inconvenience. The old turian overspent their hard-earned money on booze and illegal narcotics leaving his son with little spending money.
Without the old man, he could have the ship and credits from contracts all to himself. Sevryn dealt with this issue the only way he knew how. He slipped into his father's sleeping quarters one night and slit the man's throat. With a hand tightly cupped over his father's mouth to muffle him, he watched with slate-cold eyes as the man struggled and eventually suffocated. His father's body was ejected out of the airlock while in deep space and Sevryn was finally able to move about as he wished. He kept many of his father's old contacts and continued to make a large income working as a, now lone, freelance mercenary, having cut ties with the Black Robes, they surely would not look kindly on him killing one of their own members. It was at this point the black Robes had larger concerns, as Cerberus had begun to dismantle their operations. He eventually pooled his money together and saw the profit in dealing illegal drugs and weapons. It didn't take long before the young man was the head of a lucrative black market business that operates on Omega.
None of his employees ever really found out who he really was. No one did. All anyone knew was that he was dangerous, intelligent and very powerful. This provided Sevryn with a large, comfortable gap between him and the public. His identity was only known by two individuals who worked as his messengers. Both of them were closely watched. With his seemingly limitless resources, Sevryn's business spanned out through the Terminus systems and eventually the Citadel where he has taken up current residence. There he is known as Xaiver Darelliun, a humble co-owner and cook of a gourmet restaurant. Of course he still avidly keeps up with his hobby. For this he has stirred up C-Sec and earned the name "Ripper X" due to the fact that they are unable to identify the killer at all. Sevryn enjoys toying with the detectives by leaving behind false evidence and clues. It has become a sort of game to him that he enjoys quite often.