More turians, you say?

[b]Name:[/b] Aran Nykerius, known as Sleuth. 
[b]Race:[/b] Turian.
[b]Gender:[/b] Male.
[b]Age:[/b] 29.
[b]Class:[/b] Engineer (non-combat); information broker, hacker. 

[b]Appearance:[/b] 
[img]http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/354/2/d/omega_turian_by_nkarlie-d5olj4y.jpg[/img]

Aran has a distinctive appearance for a turian, being much paler in complexion than most and having no identifying tattoos to indicate his colony loyalty. While his height is pretty typical for a turian (Aran measures 6'3” at his full height), he is very slim and considerably weaker than one would expect. He walks hunched over, limps, and garbs himself with robes over his light armor, looking more like a beggar than the image of the proud, martial turians his race is known for. This means that Aran is often underestimated, something that suits him just fine. 

[b]Background:[/b] Aran Nykerius was born on Altakiril, a turian garden world in the Shrike Abyssal. It was obvious from birth that there was something wrong with Aran; as a child, he was weak and sickly, something that never really changed while growing up. His pale skin and bright blue eyes set him even further apart from his family and he was seen as the runt of the litter, especially by his cold and unaffectionate father. His father was a militant man, proud of his service before being honourably discharged on medical grounds and given leave to raise a family on a garden world. Aran wasn't the first son born to him but it was obvious he would never be able to follow his father's footsteps, something the turian viewed as a disgrace to his family. Aran received no love growing up and was constantly picked on by his older, healthier brothers. 

It is no surprise that Aran wanted to get off Altakiril and away from his family as soon as possible. The garden world held nothing for him but scorn and neglect. Physically incapable of doing anything noteworthy, Aran turned to a different escape – technology. He dove into the world of information gathering, cyber-warfare, credit theft and fraud with the help of nameless strangers on the Extranet. Aran may have been weak, but he certainly wasn't stupid. Almost as if in compensation, he was gifted with sharp intellect and wily cunning that he took advantage of as much as possible. Completely unbeknownst to his family, who were content to leave him alone in his small, dark room, Aran amassed wealth and power. He quickly realized the power of information and, almost by chance, stumbled on extremely compromising information on his father's military career. Not above a little spite and vindictiveness, Aran anonymously informed the Turian Hierarchy and an intervention was scrambled in no-time. Blind with fury, Aran's father raged, demanding to know who betrayed him, but no answer came. He was judged unfit for rehabilitation and sentenced to hard labor for the rest of his life. 

Aran, at the time 14 years old, was to be taken into care until the Hierarchy could figure out what to do with him in the following year, when the time came for military conscription. He demonstrated his technological prowess by disabling the vehicle that was transporting him to a military compound and fled the scene, hidden by cloaking tech he wisely installed the day before on his Omni-tool. Aran disappeared, never to be seen in turian territory again, leaving the Hierarchy scratching their heads. 

Using his considerable financial means, siphoned from various credit accounts on Altakiril, Aran made his way to Omega. He wormed his way into the information brokering business and digital theft game quickly, using his established Extranet reputation as 'Sleuth'. He remained out of sight, never meeting with clients face-to-face, living in a small, dark apartment in the Doru District. Using scanning equipment bought from vorcha gangs, who had no idea what they'd found, he linked himself up with Omega's digital infrastructure. Being able to pilfer the digital highways at will and spy on the unsavory inhabitants of Omega meant that Aran had a firm foot in the door right from the start, and plenty of business to broker. He stayed out of the gang turf wars between rival mercenary companies, having no desire to get mixed up in anything that could earn him any permanent enemies, though he did occasionally deal with them in unrelated matters. For years, Sleuth was seen as Omega's poor-man's Shadow Broker, a reputation Aran could be proud of. 

Until Siame Industries started cracking down on unlawful activity. Afraid of the repercussions, Aran withdrew even further into the shadows, temporarily laying his identity as Sleuth to rest. However, he couldn't resist doing what he did: gathering information. Or at least attempting to. Rumors of Rebekha Gaela's involvement with criminal activity were plenty abound, of course, but nobody had any proof. With proof, Aran reasoned, Gaela could be sold to the Citadel Council much like Aran condemned his father years ago. The turian wasn't arrogant enough to think he could do something like this on his own, however, and his sysnet sniffers found traces of Siame Industries agents looking for Sleuth before long. Aran packed up shop and left Omega quickly and quietly, off the radar, and made his way to Cartagena Station, calling in the last few favors people owed him before Sleuth vanished completely. It was time to make some new allies.

[b]Equipment:[/b]
- [i]Polaris IX Omni-tool[/i] riddled with custom software, circuit-link implants and brute force decryption programs.
- [i]Elkoss Combine M-4 Shuriken SMG[/i], just in case. 
- [i]And a whole bunch of computing equipment and other devices that I don't have the technical know-how to describe properly.[/i] We'll wing it, it's sci-fi. Hacker stuff that he uses in a base of operations and doesn't carry on his person, in short. 

[b]Powers:[/b]
- AI Hacking
- Overload
- Tech Armor
- Tactical Cloak

[b]Talents:[/b]
- Decryption
- Electronics
- Hacking
- Submachine gun