Name: Serena Mathews

Race: Human

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Class: Sentinel (specializing in Robotics. Mechs, VI/AI, etc.)

Appearance Five foot six inches, with brown eyes. She has burn scars all along her arms and some on her face, from the sparks of droids, and one particularly nasty scar along her stomach from where she was obviously stabbed.

Background: Serena was born to San Pedro Sula, Honduras. The reach of the Alliance was far from her family, and they acted accordingly. Kept their heads down, payed whatever fines that were demanded of them, and tried to avoid the gang wars. Serena had heard that years and years ago it had been considered the most crime ridden city in the world. She didn't know if that was true anymore, but it certainly felt like it with the cramped living conditions and nigh constant gang wars. Her father repaired and sold various mechs,drones, and VI’s in addition to doing repairs on ships whenever he could to scrounge more credits.. Combat, medical, and domestic mechs. Drones for any and all purposes, you request it, her father would build it or fix it and Serena learned most of her talents from him. Her mother helped him, even when she was pregnant with Serena. It was obvious that because of her mother's insistence upon helping, Serena's biotic powers developed. However, she couldn't afford any training or amps as her parents were poor enough as is.

For several years they managed to scrape by like this, remaining relatively free of the constant power struggles and fluctuations between the various gangs. Of course, nothing lasts forever. When she was eight, a vicious battle erupted outside of their little shop. Two gangs were battling for control of her district. Up until now, the fights had always been away from them. Serena doesn’t remember much of the incident. Strong emotions and flashes of memory. Helplessness. Her mother’s face filled with fear as she shielded her. Terror. Her father working as fast as he could to get Mech’s up and running to defend the shop.

After that event, the shop torn to shreds by bullets, most of the mechs they had been working on destroyed, her father finally gave in. He started paying one of the gangs, the Cyborgs, for protection. The group that constantly used Mechs could always use someone who was talented working on them. Especially someone who paid them for protection.

This arrangement, which would last for the entirety of her father’s life, lead to Cyborg members frequently visiting her father’s shop. This, of course, lead to her talking to them and getting to know the local gang and it’s members. There were some evil bastards in the group, certainly. But there were also good people. People just trying to do what they could to survive and prosper. Ten years passed, and Serena began to get restless. She began to wonder what life outside Omega was like. What it was like to not be in constant fear of being attacked by gangs, or wondering if her father’s protection payments would rise and then he’d be forced to go bankrupt. It didn’t take her long to decide she wanted to leave.

There was only a couple of ways she could get out of San Pedro Sula. She could charter a passage on a ship, but that cost more money than she or her father had and would only get her to one place. What she would do after getting to that one place was an unknown. She could sign up with a mercenary company. It offered a way to get out of San Pedro, a job, and a sure way to be on the move. Mercenary companies offered a way to get around and actually see the world and the galaxy. And, she reasoned, she could find someone who wouldn't constantly be thrusting her into stupid battles and she would be relatively sure of the fact that she was on the good side. Finally, she could sign up with the Alliance military. Steady pay, definitely on the good side, galaxy and world travelling, equipment, training...it was really so much better than mercenary work wasn't it?

Thus, Serena made her decision. She would join the Alliance navy get out of this town, and use her talents as a Mech repairwoman and VI hacker/programmer to help out the military. Simple. Despite her parents misgivings, they were in no position to stop her. Her leaving would make things easier for all of them. Saying her goodbyes, Serena traveled through the slums that had always been her home and signed up with the Alliance.

They gave her their basic gear. On the off chance her biotic talents could be useful, the tested her.. Turns out she did have some biotic power. Thus, they began teaching her how to use her amp and her powers. Serena was never very talented at it, but she did learn how to use barriers and telekinesis. The former is very handy in fights and the latter in general use.

For five years she worked with the Alliance. For the most part she escaped direct combat. She hacked, she designed mechs, drones and VI’s, and she repaired them. When she was close to the combat she was always protected and separate. There was even a free lance mercenary Krogan that she worked with frequently. Barat was hired by the Alliance when they needed more muscle for a mission faster than they could send help. After several missions and close calls together, Barat took to following Serena around and sharing in her pay. While not an official member of Alliance, he was a great help whenever their subtle operations took a turn for the worse.

For a while, it was all fine. She got all she wanted. Outside of San Pedro (Indeed, Earth entirely), exploring the Galaxy, never in the same place. Oh, and the deaths of dozens on her hands. For the most part she could easily say that it was self defense. Kill or be killed. There were some grey areas she chose to ignore, however. Some areas where she couldn’t be quite certain that what she had done was right. So she ignored them. Or tried to at least. The deaths still weighed on her mind.

Her breaking point came when she was assigned to a hacking mission. Simple enough, get in the two story tall security building, get the data, get out. There was a chance that she would have to fight her way out, however, and for that she was grateful to have Barat with her. Things went great up until they got too the actual data they needed to hack into. They managed to kill the surprisingly few guards there were (Barat wasn’t sneaking past anything), and get to the data hub without a hitch. Just as Serena was beginning to download what they needed, alarms suddenly blared throughout the building. They waited, because it was their mission, until all the data was downloaded, By then, the guards that had been suspiciously absent were pouring towards them, Barat having already overheated two guns as he held them back (there were plenty to pick up off the floor.)

They beat a hasty retreat, trying to get out of the building before they got overwhelmed and subsequently murdered. Somewhere, they took a wrong turn. Made a mistake. They found themselves in a dead end. Good news? They were on the ground floor. The windows showed as much. The bad news? The security forces were outside the door. From the sounds of it, they were getting ready for an assault.

Barat recognized what was going to happen first. Whether it was just intuition or years of experience, Barat shoved her onto the ground screaming at her to throw up a barrier, as every guard (or so it seemed from Serena’s point of view) threw in his or her grenade. She only had time and the wherewithal to throw a barrier around herself. Then the world seemed to explode. When she was back to her senses, she was alone. There was a massive chunk in the wall and a bloodied body nearby. Barat must have been thrown free by the explosions.

Serena didn’t waste time mourning or trying to recover anything as a memento from her dead friend. He would have killed her for doing something as stupid as that. She bolted through the gigantic hole in the wall and didn’t stop running. She didn’t go to the Alliance evacuation location. She just kept going until she was sure she had lost them. Once she was sure, she allowed herself to break down. She was in some dirty alley, with another life on her hands. This one she couldn’t ignore. This one she couldn’t claim as Self-defense. Barat’s death was on her hands, and her hands alone. Her failure. Her weakness.

Serena never returned to the the Alliance. She simply moved from mercenary group to mercenary group. For five years she did this, doing her best to avoid the contracts that would end in morally ambiguous territory and deaths, and trying to pick up the ones that she knew would benefit people. Even if they were merely repair or defense jobs. She picked up Vellios along the way, the Turian showing up on more and more of her missions until they were a team. They saw the offer for a job and figured...why not? They were in between jobs and it was definitely for a good cause.

Equipment:
-M-3 Predator

-Savant X Omni-tool

• Things that come standard to an Omni-Tool. Repairing items, scanning, Omni and Medi-gel, converting to Omni-Gel, communications, etc.
• Various utilities, ranging from a flashlight, to manufacturing items in real time, to video and audio feed, to the ability to turn into tools Serena might need in her repairs..
• Hacking and the ability to program VI’s.
• Omni-Bow with explosive or concussive shot. (She’s not deadly accurate with it, but she can use it competently.)
• Omni-Shield.

-Light Mercenary V armor,

-Solaris I Bio-amp.

-Combat drone named Del who can split into three smaller combat drones if needed.

-A small drone that Serena largely uses to assist in repairing and hacking, named Sarah.

-Plans for a custom made mech in the shape of a Krogan with heavy armor and redundant systems.

Powers: Tech Armor, Damping, Overload, Sabotage, Lift, Barrier.

Misc:
-Serena can’t sit still when lying. She fidgets. Tapping her foot, fiddling with something in her pocket, so on so forth.

-Serena likes to make prototype mechs/drones. These tend to explode.

-Serena enjoys the game of Chess, and has even made her own board and independently moving pieces.

Color: HotPink

Name: Hazan "Haze" Volintis

Race: Turian

Sex: Male

Age: 32

Class: Soldier
Specialisation: Runner (excels at navigating urban spaces, fast and agile on foot)
Ship Duty: Navigator and comms.



Background: Born to a regular urban Turian family on Palaven, Hazan grew up like any other man of his race would. When he was thirteen, he watched in wonder as the Relay 314 Incident forever changed galactic history as the humans entered the tray.

After finishing school he enlisted into the military and thereafter was enrolled into scout school. There, he was trained in the fine arts of map reading, navigation, terrain traversal and close quarters combat. He spent months honing this art, on Palaven and on other non-hostile worlds, practicing navigating tough terrain and laying out a path for others to follow. He enjoyed it, being out in wide open spaces. The rush of air as he ran. Even in confined urban training zones, he developed an art form out of navigating through, sometimes over buildings on foot.

Once he was done with the military, he immediately got on the first ship off of Palaven and headed straight for the Citadel. He signed up with C-Sec and spent many years being the go-to guy for chases on foot. His stamina was matched by a few others in C-Sec, but his ability to navigate the urban confusion of the Citadel was unmatched. It wasn't long before his boss gave him a promotion to an investigator and then smothered him with desk work. Clearly someone had it out for him.

After years of dealing with bureaucracy and rules and paperwork, the stress and stuffiness got to him. He packed his kit, took all the savings he had and hightailed it straight to the Terminus Systems.

Once there, he threw away his badge and turned mercenary, adopting a new identity for himself as the Ghost, a mostly mysterious sniper who sold his services for credits. He took many jobs, most solo, some with smaller, independent merc groups that dissolved not long after they were paid. The jobs he worked were some of the most explosive and dangerous he'd ever done, but for once he was free.

This life had its bad sides though. Through sheer bad luck, the Ghost was made. Hazan had to give up his identity as other mercs and bounty hunters descended on the sniper's head. He left his rifle behind and adopted a new identity as Haze, a runner and navigation specialist. The only memories of his old life that he kept was the scope of his Mantis, that he now used as a rangefinder.

It was then that he found the employment notice floating around the Intranet. A smuggler wanted a crew for his ship. No training required. Every good crew needed a navigator, so he signed up right away, mostly to escape his hunters but to find a new adventure to go on. With his new identity, he decided to let loose a little. Be less of the stoic, aloof sniper he once was. Thus was how he signed up to be the navigator for the Borealis.

Equipment:

• M-96 Mattock battle rifle
• M-3 Predator heavy pistol
• M-27 Scimitar assault shotgun
• Phantom-class light armour, minus the hood.
• Ariake Technologies Kuwashii Visor.
• Combat knife

Powers: Frag Grenade, Adrenaline Rush, Concussive Shot, Warp Ammo, Barrier

Font Colour: Light blue!

Name: Khosin Grathe Sedgoroh

Nickname: Hunter

Race: Batarian

Sex: Male

Age: 33

Class: Sentinel (Focus on Engineering training over Biotics), Engine Maintenance

Appearance: Khosin stands at 6'2 in height and weights 205 pounds, outside of his armor he doesn't stands much as a Batarian. His body has more than it's fair share of scars, although most are hidden behind his armor or whatever piece of cloth he is wearing at the moment. Apart from this, he looks mostly like the average Batarian, with his skin being that of a light brown color.

Outside of this the most noteworthy feature is a rather faded tattoo of the Blue Sun's symbol on his neck, and although the image is mostly faded it is obvious that the tattoo itself was removed with some urgency which means that, those familiar with the groups insignia might be able to identify the faded tattoo for what it is if they can get a good look at it.

Apart from this, when not on his armor, Khosin prefers to wear a white, long sleeved, shirt along with grey pants and matching shoes most of the time.


Background: Born from a moderately wealthy family in 2143 CE, Khosin found his initial life to be an easy one. His parents were a loving couple that often doted on their children, and he adored his trio of younger brothers and sisters and the discovery of biotic potential within the young Batarian proved to not be problematic and his family managed to find a school that accepted Biotic children easily enough.

As such, most of the life of the young Batarian would be a pleasant -fairly uneventful- one. His parents were kind people, treating their slaves well, and would recite excerpts from the Pillars of Strength from time to time to their children. In short order, Khosin's family was a 'model' family so to speak within the society of the Batarian Hegemony.

That all would change the year 2165 CE, when his father invested most of the family's funds in what -at the moment- seemed a secure investment in a fledgling mining colony being funded by the Hegemony in the Skyllian Verge. But what seemed to be a safe prospect turned to be anything so, as the colony was lost to the Alliance's aggressive colonizing efforts which -along with the Council favoring the Alliance in hat particular instance, and the Hegemony paying a meager, if they paid at all, insurance- the Sedgoroh family found itself barely making enough money to not sell themselves into servitude. It was at this point that Grathe found himself enlisting with the Hegemony's military in the hopes of making the humans that had ruined his family pay, a decision motivated mostly by the newfound hatred of humanity that the young Batarian felt.

It wouldn't be so and although Khosin proved himself a capable soldier, specially on the field of engineering over biotics, he was deemed a troublemaker -starting fights with his fellow soldiers and getting into arguments with his superiors- and was being considered for a discharge before his second year within the military, it was at this time when he was approached by a Colonel within the Hegemony's military for a 'special' project as the man himself put it.

After this, Khosin's history is mostly unknown until 2171 CE where he appears within a passenger's list arriving on the Citadel station within a freighter that came from the Terminus system. However, things were not to be easy, for Khosin found that in the Citadel it was difficult to find work within a mercenary outfit and as such, he found himself booking a passage for Omega.

Once he found himself within the asteroid space station, the Batarian found himself looking once more for merc work, Where he eventually found himself enlisting within the Blue Suns mercenary outfit, mostly due to the fact that the Suns were the only major merc group that regularly recruited Batarians as himself. As fate would have it, Khosin managed to find work within the mercenary group thanks to the recommendation of a friend within it, a Batarian by the name of Rorish Ghem'meros whom he had met while working for the Colonel. The same Colonel that had drafted him before his discharge from the Hegemony military, with Rorish being someone he met during his first year and who -coincidentally- left the Colonel's group after that first year.

The experience of being a Blue Sun proved to be a life changing decision for Khosin, as the job forced him to come into contact with a more diverse group of people -specifically Turians and Humans- which forced him to become a somewhat more accepting person and even if he continued to firmly hate the human Alliance, the experience allowed him to work with humans (if albeit begrudgingly at times). Unfortunately, his tendency as a troublemaker from his days as a Hegemony soldier followed him into his life as a mercenary and he easily got into fight with his fellow Blue Suns rather easily.

As such, his tenure within the mercenary group turned to be rather short -numbering only four years, with the day of his departure corresponding with the opening days of 2175 CE- and Khosin found himself dumped into the streets of Omega once more, along with a beating courtesy of those 'friendly' enough to leave him at the space station marking the occasion.

Without much of an experience outside of military work, Khosin Grathe found himself working on the closest profession at hand, bounty hunting. He worked alone for the next year, specializing in bringing live bounties for his clients, before he decided to join the team of one Captain Jerrel Luzami, lured by the promise of credits and the benefits of working with a team of mercs once more.

Equipment:
Executioner Pistol IV (Scavenged from a member of the Blood Pack)
Kishock Harpon Gun II (Hegemony issued version)
M-96 Mattock I (Paid by with his own funds)
Cipher Model Omni-Tool (Paid by with his own funds, same with modifications)
Enforcement Gauntlet
Fire thrower
Music Player
Gemini Bio-Amp (Supplied during his time among the Blue Suns)
Medium Partisan Armor (Batarian State Arms, paid by with his own funds)



Powers:
Drone
Leash
Incinerate
Reave
Tech Armor