Name: Sicari “Icarus” Velinian

Age: 28

Species: Turian

Gender: Female

Appearance: Standing at 5’10”(1.778m) and weighing in at 160lbs.(72.6kg) Sicari is just a little under the average height for the Turian race. She’s a bareface with cold, ice blue eyes and a curvy figure, rivalling the attractiveness of a moderately arresting Asari. She has approximately thirteen scars on her body in various places, and has a pale green carapace with a slight bluish hue.

Occupation: Information Broker, ex-Blue Suns operative

Class: Infiltrator

Powers: Tactical Cloak, Sabotage, Overload, Decoy, Incinerate, Cryo Blast

Weapons: M-11 Suppressor, M-22 Eviscerator

Armor: Light Onyx Armor

Apparel: Charcoal-colored, form-hugging outfit, loose near the hips and underarms to conceal small arms and packages.

Equipment: Chameleon Omni-Tool, Prototype Venom Gauntlets

Personality: Very quiet with a soft spot for a good bottle of alcohol. Sicari’s made more than one sloppy mistake due to either a hangover or a fit of drunkenness, though it is a rare occurrence. She does, however, have amazing attention to detail and spares no expense to cover each and every one of her tracks. She has an adept understanding of psychologies from various races, excluding Elcor and Human, as she, like most Turians, has difficulty reading the expressions, or lack thereof, of these two races. She also has a weakness for a select few drugs, such has Free Will (In reference to Leodiensian’s Davo’Sallar) and cocaine, though often buys and disposes of very dangerous substances, such as heroin and meth, to help fulfill a dealer’s quota. She’s also a decent cook… if you’re dextro-based, that is.

Biography: Born and raised to a militaristic Asari mother and an enigma of a father in the middle of an FTL jump in the Attican Tranverse, Sicari Velinian was forced to fend for herself from an early age. She constantly moved with her mother’s fleet, being taught and trained among the Asari and the many other children in the flotilla. She was very much alone, since she didn’t even have a quarter of the lifespan of an Asari, and had to have private mentors for an accelerated education. Thus, she was doing algebra by age ten, basic trigonometry at age thirteen, and learning physics since she could first speak. She came out a smart girl, and an even smarter adversary.

Fast-forward to age sixteen, Sicari’s mother was pronounced MIA after a botched mission on Virmire, and KIA after the bodies from the squadron were recovered, the mother’s corpse among them. Sicari promptly made the decision to avenge the only family she had and left the fleet after they stopped at the Citadel, burning all her bridges in the process. She booked passage to Omega on a small transport owned by the Blue Suns, and made friends with one of the officers on the ship. She was offered a job as a drug distributor and readily accepted, leading to her cocaine addiction in the later years. She moved through the ranks quickly, proving herself as an asset time and time again, and was on good terms with much of the gang, though still alienated by many of Omega’s Turians.

At 25, Sicari earned her nickname in a border dispute with the Eclipse, where she was kicked off the balcony of a high-end apartment and landed on top of a passing Krogan, who decidedly shrugged off the Turian that was just forcibly evicted by a biotic blast from three stories up, and carried her to the nearest medi-gel dispenser. She spent several days unconscious, and around thirty seconds dead, in Mordin Solus’ clinic, where one of the human physicians referred to her as “Icarus” until she woke, and then had to explain who Icarus was. Sicari liked the story behind the name, and decided to keep it as an alias. Upon her full recovery, she left the Blue Suns, but is still under their protection, for a fee. Given their history, it’s at least a reduced fee, 40% off the usual amount.

Soon enough, Sicari fell back into her old habits and started crawling around in vents, listening in to conversations and writing down what she hears. Like any information broker, she remains hidden with several operatives distributing the secrets and collecting payment. If payment isn’t received, it’s taken. It’s a cut and dry business, and Icarus prefers to remain out of the limelight. “Let the Shadow Broker have the enemies,” She’d tell a loyal client, “I’m content as long as I’m breathing and getting paid.” She’s recently relocated to the Citadel’s Zakera Ward to find a newer clientele and up the ante, as law enforcement ranges from zero to nil on Omega, and she likes a challenge.

(Tell me if a gunship is too much, I don't mind removing it.)



Name: Simbel

Age: 23

Species: Quarian

Gender: Male

Appearance:
Under the suit can be considered a particularly attractive Quarian, but a careful eye would see some discreet scars from a previous plastic surgery operation made to hide the scars of a particularly bad exposure to a virus that had left Simbel's skin particularly disfigured. Still, he enjoys a somewhat more feminine (although he'd call it a more turian) form with a good posture, the of his suit and synthetic arm showing he places care in his appearance.

Occupation: Freelance Gunship Pilot & Synthetic Disposal Expert

Class: Engineer

Powers:
-Sabotage (Hack)
-Overload
-Marksman
-Incinerate
-Energy Drain
-Overclock Shield

Weapons:
-M-3 Predator
-Blood Pack Punisher

Armor:
Modified Custom Devlon armor, boosted shield capacity.

Apparel:
Atypical Quarian exo-suit, non fleet made, considered much more fashionable and personally customized than anything Quarians usually wear, within or outside of the fleet, despite mostly been clean cut and light on details. It is notable that the armor IS the suit and one goes with the other.

Equipment:
-Omnitool (Contains multiple illegal hacking software and a modified VI modeled after Turian Porn Actress Augusta Cali)
-Synthetic Arm of an unknown manufacturer.
-Physical Tools.
-A shitload of omnigel.
-A Turian Gunship.

Personality:
Cocky and elitist, he likes to savor the better things in life with the better people (Read: More attractive) in it, thus easily spending his pay, despite it being considerably superior to even most leaders of mercenary outfits since he's one of the only person with a gunship, the ability to pilot it and the will to use it for less legal purposes out there. His personality is quite centered on his rejection of Quarian values and ideals, thus making him somewhat of a selfish asshole that only stops to care about others if they have something he wants out of them, either a contract or a night with them. At least that's with Aliens. With Quarians? He has a personal grudge, enjoying seeing pilgrims struggle with their task and exploit them for his own fun and benefits, using their naive belief that Quarians all look out for each other to reach his ends.

Biography:
He doesn't like to talk about his younger days, not as much because he found it painful, but because even he realize that it makes him sound like an edgy asshole that seeks petty revenge. See, he was simply smaller and shyer than the others and constantly got teased and bullied during his childhood. Time in the flotilla didn't make things better as his bitterness made him sabotage his own attempt at romance and friendship with others, people rejecting him even further when he had the audacity to question the 'Us or them' stance of Quarians on the geth, causing him to somewhat admire a robotic race where there were no individuals, where there weren't rejected people like him, although he was quick to shut up and let these thoughts and his distaste of his own people fester in silence.

When the pilgrimage arrived, he and 3 other of his kind went to Illium and stuck together for a time, figuring out a plan. The group however was quick to turn to one of Simbel's old class bully for leadership, the two girls with him ignoring him completely to look up to the other man of the group, who himself ordered Simbel around like trash. One of the girls became a couple with said guy and naively, Simbel thought he had a chance with the other girl, only to see her romance a Turian. Disgusted by his own naivete and the situation, he decided in bitter revenge to trick them. 'All Quarians look the same in these suits' was something he used to get enormous loans in the name of the 3 others of his group and as the heat of both legal and illegal borrowings got to him, he threw his 'friends' under the bus, leaving Illium for Omega while laughing at their desperate call for help on his omnitool.

With the money he bought his first gunship. His father was a pilot and had showed him the ropes, since after all he didn't spend his youth socializing, so he knew the basics. It was enough, as after all he had a motherfucking gunship at his command, which immediately made him a freelancer extremely in demand from bigger and smaller organizations needing the firepower at extreme cost, since he was smart enough to join another pilot which suggested they control the prices of their services as not to undercut each other and thus make a lot of profit. It all worked extremely well for him actually, he reworked a new personality to show people who knew nothing about him and changed completely, going from shy to exuberant and confident. Still, his status was quite fragile and one day, his luck ran out. Quite simply, he was shot down in a gang war he was taking part in. This left him almost dying of exposure and bleeding out from having lost an arm.

That was when in a stroke of luck, a lone Quarian saved him. She was young and had just started her pilgrimage and naively saved him, healing him with what little supplies she had and as they crawled in the dirt of Omega, he narrowly survived the multiple infections he had been afflicted with. Still, there was the problem that his bread and butter was gone, he had no gunship. He had to fall back on his backup knowledge of electronics and that of his new lady friend to survive. She was looking up to him, he knew his way around and from his story (In which of course he omitted to mention his backstab of his colleagues), he knew how to get things done and without a doubt, how to get a worthy gift for the flotilla. Simbel of course thanked his luck to send him such a dumb but capable idiot for him to use and began to scheme pretty much like he did before with the others, taking loan and doing crimes, pissing off people and shifting the blame on her.

It didn't go as planned on the emotional side however as Simbel found her female friend slowly fall in love with him. When she confessed, Simbel was taken by surprise. He had relations with others of course on Omega, but all with aliens and flings, this was... new. He found himself wanting to love her back, but the deed was done, his new girlfriend was fucked 10 times over by bad people who'd follow her across the galaxy to get their due and she didn't know he was the responsible. Could he run away with her? No, people would realize he was involved and chase him too, and she was still very eager to return to the flotilla, and that would lead to people asking very embarrassing questions as to the faith of the 3 others with him. Ultimately, he played the game to the end.

He left her without a word, knowing she'd die for reasons unknown to her, for him to gather money to start back his life style. As he left for council space for a new contract on the citadel he did his best to convince himself that she meant nothing and that his hate was still burning.

Name: Lysia V'tira

Age: 250

Species: Asari

Gender: Mono Gender though refers to herself as she.

Appearance: Lysia's skin is a bluish grey with her scalp crest being almost completely blue. Her eyes are a silvery grey and have white facial markings surrounding both eyes. She is 5'9 in height and weighs 140lbs. Like many Asari she has a naturally curvaceous figure that humans would call hourglass (bust and hips similar in width and a smaller waist) She has several scars, one a diagonal slash across her breasts, another on her thigh and one on her forearm.

Occupation: Mercenary, former Asari commando.

Class: Adept

Powers: Throw, Singularity, Barrier, Shockwave, Warp, Stasis

Weapons: M3 Predator (pistol) M9 Tempest (SMG)

Armor: Light Hydra Armor

Apparel: Brown coloured form fitting outfit (standard Asari Commando Uniform see example: i129.photobucket.com/albums/p219/flatl..

Equipment: Bluewire Omni Tool, Savant Bio-Amp

Personality: Very dry, sarcastic sense of humor and as such nearly everything she says is a sarcastic comment. This gives the impression that she is not taking things seriously but it is in fact the opposite as Lysia is a professional above all else. Her training as a commando left her with strong mental control and discipline. However since leaving the military she has developed traits, that her trainers would have considered 'bad habits', such as a short temper that has gotten her into trouble on more than one occasion. Another is her inability to kill those who are significantly weaker than her (children, civilians) and also those whom she has become close to. This can cause issues in occupation as a mercenary.

Biography: Born on the Asari Terminus world Chalkhos to Asari parents Lysia dealt with the stigma of being a 'pureblood' from an early age. Her parents were scientists who specialized in genetic engineering (illegal in council space) and had chosen to live on Chalkhos so they could continue their research without fear of prosecution. Life on Chalkhos was not an easy one, as a Terminus world it was rife with farmers growing illegal substances, and armed gangs who preyed on the other colonists. Lysia's parents were killed in an attack by an armed gang who were trying to steal their research to sell to the highest bidder. Lysia only survived because she had been away from home at the time and she returned to find her parents dead. Left to fend for herself she joined a gang, rivals with the ones who had killed her parents, and spent years with them running arms deals, raiding colonists and fighting other gangs. Eventually her gang declared all out war on their main rival and managed to wipe them out. Having achieved what she had set out to do Lysia left the gang wanting to escape from Chalkhos with its bad memories.

She traveled to Thessia where she met and became an Acolyte to Matriarch Solani. Matriarch Solani taught Lysia how to hone her Biotic skills and also encouraged her to join the commandos. Though unsure at first Lysia soon found a home in the commando's and excelled at the training. She welcomed the physical and mental control they taught, and the heightening of her combat and biotic skills. When she finished her training she returned to Matriarch Solani's side as one of her bodyguards. She stayed with the Matriarch for well over a hundred years and as well as guarding the Matriarch she helped train the new commando's who joined her squad. Her life changed again however when the Matriarch was killed on her watch, Solani a powerful politician, incurred the wrath of a fellow asari who had her own commando's attack Solani. Whilst this does happen it is sufficiently rare enough that Lysia and her squad were unprepared. The Matriarch and the rest of her squad were killed and Lysia was badly wounded. She spent a long time recovering in a hospital on Thessia before making the choice to leave the commando's behind. Her first act was to kill the politician who had ordered the attack, she managed this with the help of a few ex commando's.

Once the politician was dead Lysia and her fellow ex commando's left Thessia and formed their own small Mercenary group. They slowly built a reputation for infiltrating and assassinating targets. Lysia left the group after they took on a contract to kill an entire family, faced with the prospect of killing children Lysia could not do it. What ensued was a chaotic game of cat and mouse as she endeavored to protect the family from the mercs she had previously worked with. It culminated in a showdown with Lysia being ambushed by her former squadmates, they killed the family and were determined to kill Lysia as well. She had turned her back on them and not only did they see this as a betrayal but Lysia also knew important information about how they operated and they could not afford for it to fall into the wrong hands. She escaped the ambush but they hounded her for years until she finally decided enough was enough and went on the offensive. She managed to find and kill them all but swore she would never kill those she cared about again.

She has ended up on Zakera Ward and is currently freelancing as a Mercenary.

Other: Lysia is currently in the Maiden stage of her biological cycle.

Name: Jason Rivers

Age: 24

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Appearance: Jason is Caucasian. He stands around 6’ with blond hair and dark blue eyes. While not bulky, he has an athletic build though it doesn’t show through his armor. He has a few scars from various things, but most notable is a large scar on next to his right eye
(This is close, just uncomb the hair and add the eye scar.)

Occupation: Ex-Alliance/Cerberus. Mercenary.

Class: Soldier

Powers:
-Adrenaline Rush
-Immunity
-Shield Boost
-Assassination
-Overkill
-Marksman

Weapons: M-76 Revenant (assault rifle), M-3 Predator (pistol), M-92 Mantis (sniper), M-27 Scimitar (shotgun), M-100 Grenade Launcher (heavy weapon).

Armor: Heavy Freedom armor

Apparel: Dark green armor with blue trims.

Equipment: Standard Omni-tool. Full case of medi-gel.

Personality: Jason is a rather nice and laid back guy, never caring for the stiff attitude of the others in the military. He will usually try to avoid fights detesting unwanted or unnecessary violence. But don’t mistake this for weakness, Jason can be merciless in combat and won’t stop until his enemies are in the ground. Usually armed to the teeth, Jason can’t go anywhere without at least a side arm. He has a fondness for playing video games on his omni-tool.

Biography: With both his parents serving, Jason was born into the military. He was taught early on about honor and duty, doing whatever he could to protect the galaxy. Being trained wasn’t an option, learning to shoot a gun came right after learning to walk. He tried making friends at first, but when you keep getting bounced from colony to colony it was hard to stay in contact. Eventually he accepted that only real friend he’d always have was the pistol at his side. He spent his days practicing his shooting and some parkour whenever possible, sometimes ditching his studies to do so. Eventually he had the reflexes and accuracy worthy of a soldier.

After turning 16, during a visit to Earth, Jason ran away and lied about his age to join the Alliance, ready to serve humanity. His first 3 years out of the academy were spent on the SSV Verdun (A frigate class vessel) doing random missions around the galaxy. While praised by the crew for his combat ability, his captain considered him reckless due to his run and gun tactics. After a devastating surprise attack from Batarians, the Verdun was damaged beyond repair and was retired. The crew was reassigned and Jason ended up on Dobrovolski helping colonists fend off raiders and other hostile forces. He saw this as the biggest waste of time as now the action had to come to him.

At the age of 20 he applied for the Specters. 4 times. Each one he was shut down for some reason or another, but he knew the real reason, he was a human. Luckily, another group took interest, Cerberus. Cerberus, still under the Alliance at the time, had Jason transferred to one of their facilities for experimental training and testing. Having no biotic powers and only basic knowledge of technology, Jason was down to have any advantage offered. Advanced targeting systems wired into his eyes and brain for improved accuracy and reflex time, modified cells to enhance regeneration (just like regenerating health in game. He’s not becoming wolverine.) These were a few of the things implemented into him and he learned how to use them to their fullest ability. Then, things took a dark turn.

After serving with Cerberus as their test subject for nearly 2 years, Jason began to wonder how Cerberus was able to create all the new technology and even perfect it with just him. After swiping a security pass from one of the scientists, Jason was able to hack into their servers and discovered where they had been getting his enhancements, from other species they had been kidnapping.
His tech came from Truian soldiers that were “MIA”, and the modified regeneration was adapted from Krogan bounty hunters they had lured in by hiring them and then capturing them. All of whom they experimented on until dying gruesomely or killing themselves. And now they had an Asari commando.

These weren’t the enemies of humanity, they were their allies! It was wrong and Jason wasn’t having any of it. Not even wanting to think about what they were planning with her, Jason knew it was time to end this. Locating where the Asari was held, Jason made his way there only to find out his stealth skills weren’t what he thought. From the time he pushed the first key Cerberus knew he had compromised their security, and as a defense measure, had gassed the entire prison sector. Not even the guards made it out. Jason was then targeted by all remaining Cerberus personnel, but none of them even held a candle to him.

After escaping on a stolen shuttle, Jason tried to contact the Alliance and expose Cerberus, but it was no use. The facility was destroyed and all evidence of what went on there had been wiped. The only survivors aside from Jason were the men running the facility. They blamed the destruction on Jason saying he had a PTSD event and thought he was kidnapped by Batarian slavers. Jason was immediately discharged from the Alliance and given a court order to see a psychiatrist.

Of course he didn’t go. Instead he hopped on the next transport and began wandering the galaxy.

Age: 28

Species: Drell

Gender: Male



Occupation: Logistic and Tactical Expert, Mercenary

Class: Vanguard

Powers: Heavy Barrier, Lifting Shockwave, Biotic Charge, Heavy Warp, Carnage, Adrenaline Rush

Weapons: M96 Mattock, M-300 Claymore, M6 Carnifex, M-920 Cain

Armor: Blood Dragon Armor

Apparel: When not in his armor, Ekrom wears the standard garb of the Drell, a high collared and wide chest affair. The material is light so it the user is kept cool, but fits to the form. The sleeves end in gloves, making the shirt one seamless piece.

Equipment: Chameleon Omni-Tool (equipped with blade), Savant X, Omnigel, Medigel X(fully stocked), Shadow Sword (frigate)



Personality: Ekrom is fiercely spiritual, a characteristic falling out of the trend for the modern-day Drell. Even with such beliefs however, he never held the Hanar in high-esteem, leaving their service as soon as the Compact would permit. He approaches everything logically, but that has never detracted from a wry sense of humor and a familiar tone to any he would call comrade. Not one to suffer deception, especially self-deception, he is straightforward and will speak his opinion whether requested or not.