[OOC] Mass Effect: Underworld

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U N D E R W O R L D

Just one year ago, Commander Shepard did what many said was impossible.

He beat the Reapers.

Using the ancient Prothean superweapon, the Crucible, and with the help of confederation of alien races, Shepard destroyed the race of synthetic organic machines. The cost was high though, and no one managed to emerge unscathed from the conflict. Still, the war was over. The hard part was over.

Or so they thought. While a fragile peace holds for the moment, the new balance of power between races has yet to settle, and without a common foe to unite them many are now waiting for an excuse to turn against each other once more, to gain recompense for past slights, or to seize a more influential position. The galaxy holds it’s breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Unbeknownst to them all enemies both new and familiar begin to stir, eager to take advantage of the chaos of the post-war period to turn the situation to their advantage.

The Council realizes drastic measures are called for if the peace is to be maintained, and so a crew of Spectres and their allies are called in to intervene.

They won the war. Now it’s time to win the peace.

Mass Effect: Underworld will be a RP run by myself and @MrDidact. A continuation of the original Mass Effect’s story – though one with a slightly revised ending and canon – players will create characters who are recruited by Spectre agents to maintain the new, tenuous peace that has fallen over the galaxy in the wake of the Reaper’s assault. It’ll be no easy task though, as those who threaten the races of the Milky Way do so from the shadows, and to pull them into the light our heroes must step into the darkness themselves.

The journey will take us across the galaxy, visiting all the familiar locales that you’ve come to love over the course of Mass Effect series. From the war-scarred earth, to the depths of the Terminus systems, from the grimy slums of Omega, to the corrupt world of Illium, and even some places that have only been hinted at so far, the mission will have us treading to the very boundaries of known space.

I'd like to leave character creation as open as reasonably possible. You want to create a biotic Salarian assassin? Go for it. A Krogan engineer with a sunny disposition and a fear of heights? Have at it. My only request is that your character makes sense within the general confines of the ME universe, and that there is an actual reason for them to be a part of this Spectre led task force.

While the RP won’t be a sandbox style, my GM-ing style and preference does allow for a scope of player independence. While I don't mind having to hold the hands of a group of passive Peters, and that I do have an overarching story line in mind, I would like to see any potential players volunteer up their own ideas for side and sub-plots. This is going to be your world as well as mine, so take the reins people!

So, who’s interested? Who has questions?

F R E Q U E N T L Y A S K E D Q U E S T I O N S

Is this RP set in the Mass Effect universe? - Yes, though it is based after the events of the Reaper war, using a canon devised by myself and Mr Didact.

Do I need an in-depth knowledge of the ME universe to join? - No. There's plenty nerds here who can help you with any gaps in your knowledge.

Can I make OC's? - Yes.

Can I use a canon character? – No, though they can feature in your OC’s backstory.

How many characters can I make? - One to begin with. Once you have established your primary character you may apply for a second, though acceptance will be dependent on whether I think you can handle more.

Is there a posting order in play? - No, though leave a couple of posts in between each of your own.

Do you have an offsite chat feature? - Yes. If you're accepted I'll forward you the details.

G A M E C A N O N

The Systems Alliance - After the Reaper Wars, the Earth was heavily devastated. Just over a billion souls perished; lost to either processing, battle, famine, or disease. Of all the hundreds of sovereign governments, only a handful of supernations such as the United North American States and the European Union survived in any meaningful form while the clear majority of Earth's nation-states crumbled entirely and their territories fell into lawlessness. The Systems Alliance, led by Admiral Hackett, declared martial law and brought order to the chaos by providing shelter, food, and medicine while slowly rebuilding Earth's cities and infrastructure. Many human colonies across the galaxy were similarly devastated, and the Alliance's presence is felt everywhere as the colonies begin to recover from the damage of the Reaper War. The Alliance's territory expanded greatly because of the war, as many independent Terminus colonies collapsed and were subsequently annexed to facilitate reconstruction. Ambassador Dominic Osoba soon replaced Donnel Udina as humanity's representative on the Citadel Council, and has nominal control of governance of the Alliance, but most agree that the real political power is Admiral Steven Hackett. This political reality coupled with martial law has created a widespread fear that the Alliance will renege on its promise to rebuild Parliament and re-establish civilian control; though most citizens appreciate the sacrifices the Alliance made in the war and its efforts to keep humanity safe. The Alliance's fleets suffered heavy losses in the Reaper War and pirate and raider attacks on weak colonies are common. On Earth, most are still homeless and countless criminal gangs have arisen to prey on innocent civilians as others starve or sicken. This has motivated a massive round of conscription to rebuild the Alliance's ranks, as well as the fast production of new warships to reinforce the Alliance's strength. Hardened by war, and with huge advancements in technology as a result of salvage from Reaper and Cerberus tech, the Alliance Military is now one of the most powerful forces in the Post-Reaper galaxy.
The Turian Hierarchy - As on Earth, Palevan was greatly devastated by the Reaper War, with similar damage and casualties. Unlike Earth however, Palevan's defences never truly fell to Reaper attack; as the Turian military and civilian militias ceaselessly fought the invaders until the war ended. While casualties were staggering, the Turians were unbowed and unbroken. The Miracle of Palevan, the famed operation that saw the Turians and Krogan begin to turn the tide against the Reapers, as well as the Reaper's focus on Earth in the later stages of the war, resulted in less destruction towards the end of the war and the quicker rebuilding of the planet as the Turians efficiently organized repairs. Unlike Earth, the Turians have experienced far less crime due to their regimented and organized society, and the government is experiencing relatively little dissent under the oversight of Primarch Victus. Many of the Seperatists in outlying colonies have laid down their arms and fully integrated back into the Hierarchy, save for one extremist group called the Venatori, who seek to secede their star cluster entirely. The Turians have retained the high mobilization of the Reaper War to maintain order both on their own colonies and those of the Vol Protectorate and other client races, who are benefiting greatly from the Hierarchy's leadership. Their formerly cool diplomatic relations with the Alliance have significantly improved, largely due to their alliance during the Reaper War, and the two species are now considered strong allies. As for the Krogan, their millennia long feud has not disappeared, but the Turian Hierarchy and Clan Urdnot have officially begun diplomatic relations.
The Asari Republic - Thessia fell to Reaper invasion in the later stages of the war, but thanks to the efforts of its valiant commando militias and justiciars; as well as the deployment of the Crucible, the Asari homeworld managed to avoid destruction akin to that seen on Earth and Palevan, and the government is confident that reconstruction efforts will be completed much faster than on other worlds. Across the Asari colonies the situation is much the same as Asari maidens return from their travels to aid in the recovery of their homes, guided by the small number of matriarchs who survived the war. Far more damaging to the Asari was the revelation of the Prothean Beacon on Thessia. Though the information has not been made public, the Turian and Human governments have demanded the relocation of the beacon to the Citadel and the appropriation of surplus Asari funds to aid in reconstruction of non-Asari holdings. The Asari's considerable political influence has soured greatly and many common people are bitter towards the republic for its late contributions to the war effort. Once revered by the galaxy, the Asari matriarchs struggle to repair the reputation of their republic.
The Salarian Union - Out of all the Council races, the Salarians are likely the most fortunate. Salarian space was relatively ignored by the Reapers and Sur'Kesh itself never suffered invasion. Compared to the other races, the Salarian military contribution was minimal outside of STG strike teams and a token fleet. As such, the Salarian military escaped the war practically unscathed and no major Salarian colonies suffered extensive damage. With tech salvaged from the Reapers and Cerberus, the Salarians have begun researching all manner of groundbreaking technologies. However the revelation of classified and illegal experimentation as well as the Salarian's attempted sabotage of the Genophage cure have greatly damaged relations with the Turian, the Human, and the Krogan governments. And most citizens of the galaxy harbor resentment toward the Salarian Union for effectively sitting out the war. Though many Krogan appreciate the heroic efforts of Mordin Solus and all who fought in the war respect the sacrifices of the STG forces who fought beside them. The Salarian dalatrasses have now found a close ally in the Asari Republic. As always the Union schemes and plots, and one can only guess their designs on the future.
The Krogan Clans - Before the Reaper Wars, the Krogan seemed to be on an inevitable course to extinction. Paradoxically, the most destructive war in Citadel history was a massive boon to the race. Through incredible sacrifice, the Genophage was cured and the Krogan once again had hope for the future. Thousands of wandering Krogan returned home to Tuchunka and the vast majority of the clans united under the leadership of Clan Urdnot. For their considerable contributions to the war effort, the Krogan have enjoyed massive acclaim and respect from the other races. And unlike many other races, the Krogan homeworld escaped the war without any considerable damage, as it was largely a wasteland to begin with. With assistance from the Council races, Tuchunka is being rebuilt and the planet is beginning to recover from millennia of warfare. Urdnot Wrex and Urdnot Bakara have instituted a regimented breeding program to ensure that the Krogan population does not exceed the planet's capacity and to avoid the conditions for another war. Despite the liberal leadership of Clan Urdnot, and re-instituted diplomatic relations with the Krogan; the recovering Krogan population with their horde of shock troopers and kakliosaur mounts have inspired fear in many quarters of the galaxy of a Second Krogan Rebellion. The Krogan may be saviors, but to others they remain bogeymen.
The Quarians and Geth - No longer do the Quarians wander the galaxy adrift and homeless. No longer are the Geth isolated from organics. Together, on Rannoch, creator and created build a home. Though their war was destructive, the Geth and Quarian’s finally made peace. Under the stewardship of the Geth, Rannoch developed peacefully and for brief times at least, the Quarians could unmask and bask in the natural beauty of their homeworld. With Quarian know-how and Geth assistance, development was efficient and careful; and the first colonies are being erected on Rannoch. Though their immune systems are still incredibly weak, Geth reprogramming of environmental suits has helped immeasurably and many predict that the next generation of Quarians will be able to travel the galaxy unmasked. Culturally, the Quarians have not changed much and retain the same social traditions and governance. Many young Pilgrims now wander the galaxy to aid their wartime allies in reconstruction and act as ambassadors between the races. The Geth are now true AI, no longer needing consensus to achieve intelligence; though the majority still prefer sharing information and input. Their peace is tenuous, as centuries of hatred is hard to ignore, but relations between the two races is improving by the day. To the galaxy at large, many no longer despise the Geth and Quarians, though others have developed a fear of the two increasingly powerful races. Many Quarian flotilla ships have been upgraded with Geth technology into true warships, and the Geth remain as innovative and deadly as ever. For better or worse, the two races of Rannoch are a powerhouse.
The Collectors - Without the guiding influence of the Reapers, the surviving Collectors were initially left aimless and confused. The once completely subservient race was now left with no one to be subservient to. However, despite the hypothesis of several of the Galaxies most renowned biologists, the Collectors didn’t suddenly terminate, or stand in place and slowly starve to death. Instead they slowly started to display signs of limited autonomy, boarding their ships and eventually retreating from Citadel space. No one has been able to verify just where they have gone, though there have been scattered reports that the Collectors have been sighted at Ilos. At the moment, the Council just doesn’t have the manpower to confirm these reports.
The Reapers – Completely destroyed by the firing of the Crucible. Some say there has been sightings of Reaper ships on the edges of known space, but these remain unsubstantiated rumours.

Commander Shepard – Shepard survived his ordeals during the Reaper war, and came out the other side stronger. He spent the initial days after the victory recovering from the wounds he suffered, but was quickly back on the field, serving as a beacon of hope for all those attempting to rebuild. He has recently gone AWOL with his ship, his pilot, and key members of his crew, including EDI, Steve Cortez, and Specialist Traynor. The Batarian government still wishes to see him see justice for destroying the Bahak system, and claim his mysterious disappearance is a merely a convenient ploy by the Council to help him worm his way out of paying his dues. Others say his mission is far more important, as he is preparing for a threat even older than the Reapers.
Kaiden Alenko - After the Reaper War, Major Kaidan Alenko finally assumed command of his own unit. Major Alenko took command of the SSV Ain Jalut, an advanced Normandy-class frigate, as well as the First Special Operations Biotic Company. Kaidan reports personally to Admiral Hackett and has become one of his most trusted subordinates, with his company quickly becoming one of the Alliance's most valuable special forces unit. As a Spectre, Kaidan and his unit also undergo missions on behalf of the Citadel Council and have become an incredibly valued asset, rivalling Shepard's operational effectiveness. As if often the case, Kaidan began amassing considerable personal wealth due to salvage and trade opportunities during his Spectre activities. Consequently, Kaidan created a scholarship that aimed to assist biotic children from needy families in entering the Ascension Project. Kaidan is often a guest instructor at the Academy and has become the poster boy for the biotic equal rights movement on Earth.
Garrus Vakarian -Though the Reaper's strength was broken, Garrus' job has not finished. Directionless husks and Collectors still plague the galaxy, indoctrinated organics wander aimlessly; and rumors of lone Reapers abound. Under directive of Primarch Victus, Executor Garrus' anti-Reaper task force was given the objective of pacifying all remaining Reaper-affiliated threats, as well as salvaging Reaper technology, and securing indoctrinated citizens for treatment. Garrus, who was never comfortable without crisis, took to the task and performs it admirably. He commands intense respect from the military and is considered one the Hierarchy's top liaison with the System's Alliance. Besides stamping out the last vestiges of the Reapers, Garrus also makes time to oversee reconstruction efforts on his homeworld. His task force is made up of the cream of the turian military crop with a wide cross section of special forces operators and specialists from several famed units such as Blackwatch, the hastatim, the Cabals, and the 26th Armiger Legion. At the moment, Garrus is investigating rumors of indoctrination on Tuchunka.
Tali’Zorah Vas Normandy - After the reunification of Quarians and the Geth, and the defeat of the Reaper menace, Tali'Zorah returned to her new home. As a member of the Admiralty Board, Tali'Zorah wields tremendous influence and has become the diplomatic face of the people of Rannoch. Due to her budding friendship with the Geth unit known as Legion, Tali was the natural choice to help bridge the gap between the creators and their creations. She built her own home on Rannoch, a quiet homestead near where the momentous peace had been achieved. However she was not done with the wider galaxy. Tali was given the command of the Diplomacy Fleet, a flotilla of both warships and civilian vessels with Quarian and Geth crews that would travel across the war-ravaged galaxy and offer aid to all those they could whether with arms, supplies, or repairs. The fleet was Tali's suggestion and is designed to demonstrate the value of the Rannochian races in galactic society. Currently, the Fleet is moving through the Attican Traverse; a region of space heavily damaged by the Reapers.
Urdnot Wrex - Because of his efforts to cure the Genophage, and his courageous leadership during the Reaper War, Urdnot Wrex enjoys the virtually undisputed leadership of the Krogan people. All of the other clans swore fealty to Wrex as the High Chieftain of Tuchunka. Once a mercenary with no future besides a bloody death, he has become a hero for his entire species. His mate Urdnot Bakara rules at his side, the diplomat and negotiator he could never be. Clan Urdnot has resettled in the City of the Ancients, the site where Kalros battled a Reaper Destroyer and where the Genophage was cured. Under his stewardship, the seeds of industry and agriculture are sprouting on his once barren planet. It is daily battle to keep rivalries and grudges from flaring into war while negotiating the krogan's place in the wider galaxy with the Council, but Wrex is equal to the task. He has hung up his gun belt for the time being and focuses on the equally deadly and no less treacherous battlefield that is politics.
Urdnot Grunt - Grunt's plate has fully grown in and his reputation among the Krogan is similarly impressive. He is second in fame and prestige only to Wrex and his Arlakh Company has become one of the most feared and respected bands among all of the military; attracting the best and brightest from all the clans. Physically no Krogan short of a Warlord or Battlemaster is his superior, and his tactical and strategic talent have made him one of the Krogan's most brilliant military leaders. Grunt is highly sought after by females, and having a successful breeding request with the young Krogan is considered a high honor. He was given his own kakliosaur, a strong and ferocious mount, as a gift from Wrex and is often deployed on the most dangerous missions to ensure the welfare of the Krogan race.
Jack - Jack, once known as Subject Zero, officially now known as Jacqueline Nought, has finally found contentment and purpose. Under her tutelage, biotic students from Grissom Academy were molded into highly-trained and highly-effective biotic operatives who could undergo a number of offensive or combat support roles in the Alliance military. Those students trained by Jack are a valuable commodity and are highly sought after by unit leaders. With the massive influx of biotic youth following the Reaper War, Jack returned to Grissom Academy as it's premier biotic instructor, overseeing the training of the newest generation of biotic potentials. She finds herself busy training the majority of the time, but when a mission calls for the best of the best in biotic support, Jack is the first one the Alliance calls.
Miranda Lawson - After Cerberus' destruction and the end of the Reaper War, Miranda found a new calling working with the Alliance. She holds no official rank or title, but wields considerable influence due to her inheritance of an intragalactic conglomerate and her acquisition of Cerberus' network of contacts and businesses. She answers to none in the chain of command but has a close working relationship with Admiral Hackett himself. Many other ex-Cerberus agents and operatives work under Miranda in a reconstituted and re-purposed Lazarus Cell. Officially they are consultants for the Alliance, unofficially they perform various black operations and secret projects in cooperation with the government for the overarching goal of ensuring Humanity's survival; though they are much more friendly to alien races than Cerberus had been and much less treacherous. Miranda also uses her father's corporate resources to fund numerous humanitarian projects across the galaxy, especially reconstruction efforts on colonies ravaged in the war. Miranda maintains an office in London.
Jacob Taylor - Jacob's daughter was born and already there is another child on the way. While his wife Dr. Brynn has gone to work for the Alliance as a top researcher, Jacob has returned to the military. He has not accepted an official rank but he has joined his colleague Miranda Lawson and often undertakes missions under her direction for the Alliance. In other occasions, Jacob is called to lead a crew of Alliance servicemen with checkered pasts as a Corsair. Their ship is often sent on missions into the Attican Traverse or Skyllian Verge, aiding colonies with humanitarian supplies and fending off pirate or slaver attacks, with authority to act independently and not always legally. In between these missions, Jacob returns to Earth; specifically, Rio, where he has settled his growing family.
James Vega – James has finished his N7 training, and thanks to the bravery and fortitude he showed through the Reaper wars, he has been promoted to the rank of Lieutenant Commander. He is currently overseeing Systems Alliance interests on earth.
Liara T’Soni – Liara has been spreading her resources, helping to rebuild Thessia, reinstitute the Shadow Broker network, catalogue Reaper crash sites, and record all the events she has witnessed for posterity. She has been working like a woman possessed, and those who know her well would say her new work ethic is akin to an obsession, but in this worn torn Galaxy no one has the time to take it easy, least of all someone in Liara’s position.

C H A R A C T E R S H E E T T E M P L A T E

[b][u]Name:[/u][/b]
[indent]Your character's given name. Any nicknames or Alias’s also go here.[/indent]

[b][u]Race:[/u][/b]
[indent]Your character’s race.[/indent]

[b][u]Class:[/u][/b]
[indent]Your character’s class.[/indent]

[b][u]Age:[/u][/b]
[indent]Your character’s age[/indent]

[b][u]Sex:[/u][/b]
[indent]Your character’s gender[/indent]

[b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b]
[indent]A short written description of your character’s appearance. You may also use a picture, though will still require such things as height, rough weight, and visible markings or tattoos, to be written down.[/indent]

[b][u]Backstory:[/u][/b]
[indent]Your character’s personal history. Aim for a minimum of three paragraphs here, touching on all key points of your character’s past. [/indent]

[b][u]Psyche Profile:[/u][/b]
[indent]What makes your character tick? What makes them happy? What makes them angry? Why do they do the things they do? [/indent]

[b][u]Specialty:[/u][/b]
[indent]What is your character good at. Are they an exceptional helmsman, a renowned geneticist, or a devil on the frontlines? We’ll be looking for a good mix here, so give it some thought. [/indent]

[b][u]Powers/Skills:[/u][/b]
[indent]What special abilities and skills does your character possess. [/indent]

[b][u]Equipment and Resources:[/u][/b]
[indent]What gear does your character bring to the table.[/indent]

[b][u]Sample Post:[/u][/b]
[indent]A short sample post so I can get a handle of your writing style. This could be one of your characters early missions, a showing of them enjoying some downtime, or a short of some of their exploits during the Reaper war.[/indent]

[b][u]Notes[/u][/b]
[indent]Any miscellaneous notes you may wish to add. 
Examples are character’s sexuality, any notable achievements, relationships with other characters or supporting casts.[/indent]

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C H A R A C T E R L O Y A L T Y M I S S I O N A P P L I C A T I O N
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[b][u]Character Name:[/u][/b]
[indent]The name of your character. I know it, and you know it, but let’s just dot the I’s and cross the T’s.[/indent]

[b][u]Mission Name:[/u][/b]
[indent]The title of your character’s loyalty mission[/indent]

[b][u]Mission Location and Setting:[/u][/b]
[indent]Where you propose your loyalty mission takes place. Can be anywhere in the galaxy.[/indent]

[b][u]Mission Synopsis:[/u][/b]
[indent]A brief synopsis of your loyalty mission. This is the ‘barebones’ details that you’d be willing to share with all the players in the OOC.[/indent]

[b][u]Mission Description:[/u][/b]
[indent]This is the detailed bit that you share with the GM’s. We need to know exactly how you intended to plot out your loyalty mission so we can more easily fold it into the overarching narrative. There should be no surprises for us during the mission itself, so everything applicable must go here. What kicks off the mission? how does it unfold? How does it conclude? What kind of enemies will be encountered? How are the character affected by the outcome? Seriously, you can not put enough detail here. I will concede that no plot survive first contact with the players unaffected, and that there will be some unavoidable IC changes forced upon your plot, but the end result will still reflect what you write here.[/indent]

[b][u]Desired Player count:[/u][/b]
[indent]How many characters are there space for in your Loyalty Mission?[/indent]

[b][u]Desired Characters:[/u][/b]
[indent]Which characters would you like to see take part in your mission? Please try to include either Aegon or Anderson here, as at least one of them should still be present so we can still provide some kind of GM oversight (though this isn’t completely integral, and some exceptions can be made, however you will need to provide a good reason for why they aren’t present) Probably a good idea to get the agreement of the players who control the characters you want taking part in your mission before filling in this section. If you'd like to leave your mission open to anyone who'd like to join you, please enter 'N/A' here.[/indent]
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Due to the sheer amount of interest we've had, any further applicants who haven't already declared their intentions to apply in the OOC will now be put on a waiting list. If an active player drops, the first applicant on the waiting list may submit their character for GM approval and then join the game. Apologies for any inconvenience.
We have had a surplus of infiltrator class characters. For the time being I will no longer be accepting infiltrator characters from prospective players.
We have had a surplus of biotic themed characters. For the time being I will no longer be accepting biotic characters from prospective players.
We have had a surplus of male characters. For the time being I will no longer be accepting male characters from prospective players.
Seeing as we're a rather large group, and some players seem to be online much more than others, I'd like to introduce a new rule that will make the IC more inclusive to the rest of our player-base. To that end can we all leave at least a three post minimum between all our posts in the IC for the foreseeable. That means if you've posted, you must allow three other players to post before you can post again. This is only for the moment, and when the IC slows down (which it invariably will) this rule will be rescinded.
IC ANNOUNCMENT: Shortly before the beginning of the IC each of the accepted characters have received a message including map co-ordinates and a time and nothing else. It is up to your character to arrive at the location, to be detailed in the first IC post, at the appropriate time.

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Glad to be here. 
Question, would the Krogan people, or Turians for that matter, give personnel to this new mission in a gesture of goodwill, or would the Specters select members themselves? 

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Glad to be here. 
Question, would the Krogan people, or Turians for that matter, give personnel to this new mission in a gesture of goodwill, or would the Specters select members themselves?@POOHEAD189

Little of column A and a little of column B. Ultimately the Spectres will have the final decision on who joins them though, so even if a prospective members government did offer up their services, they'd still have to make it through the Spectres selection.

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*takes a deep inhalation of air* Ahhhhhh, feel's good to be back in a ME roleplay - Will get my charry up tomorrow - hopefully.

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Name:
Milina Pezea; Mili; Lina; The merc with a mouth

Race:
Asari

Class:
Asari Commando (Vanguard)

Age:
713

Sex:
Monogendered; Female pronouns

Appearance:
Milina is a tall Asari standing at 6'5" she stands taller then most of the other Asari. Her height is expected of a child of a Krogan and she more then pulls off her father's heritage by being physically stronger and tougher then most Asari.

Milina weighs in at about 223 ibs of pure muscle and biotic talent. Her large muscles are from hard work and natural selection. Even without her biotics she could carry two turians or a small Krogan. Most people are not shocked to learn about her heritage once they see her. Milina's skin is a shade of teal with blue facial markings to exaggerate her two large scars running up from her jaw all the way to the base of her scalp crest. She carries herself with causal confidence, giving an air of excited yet preparedness for combat

Milina's eyes are a shade of light teal, while she has the average Asari pupils her eyes give off a very predatory glare that makes her very intimidating to all other races, she is respected by some Krogan by sight alone due to her strong body and her intimidating glares, giving the impression of a huntress on the prowl. 

Scattered throughout her body are scars from all kinds of battles and training. Ranging from Gunshots wounds, cuts, burns, freeze burns, claw marks and even the odd bite marks. She has seen it all in her life and all she will recounts with her loud booming voice that can be heard from several feet away. She is as loud as she is visible.

Backstory:
Milina was born from an Asari mother and a Krogan father. Milina's mother was busy being an Asari Commando to raise Milina so that duty went to her father who was kind and patience, by Krogan Standards. She was taught how to fight and use her biotics by her father at a young age, when her mother was around she taught her how to use guns and battle tactics. Even at a young age she enjoyed violence and combat, to the joy of her father and the worry of her mother. Milina and her relationship with her father was close and supportive even if it was bizarre to everybody else. While her relationship with her mother was more formal then loving. Milina was raised in Asari space, Milina remembers more then a few times her Father caused awkward situations due to there being a Krogan being in Asari space, but it was her mother's request that she'd be raised in asari space which her father agreed to.

Once Milina was in her mid-maiden years she joined the Asari Commandos as a recruit with the help of her mother who retired not long after, she was more skilled compared to her follow maiden recruits as she was training at a much younger than them. Her commando training improved her combat and biotic ability until she reached her matron years where she was one of the top commandos in her field. Her natural battle instincts and eye for war made her a skilled tactician to be feared, it wouldn't be long until she became a Commando Squad Leader.

For several centuries in her Matron years she did work for the Asari republic commanding a small group of Commandos, she made a name for herself as a lighthearted yet fierce Commando that could and will do anything out of her small group. When Milina started to edge to her Matriarch years she finally decided to settle down and have a child, for a time. Milina married a Krogan and had a child with him, who they named Kara. Unlike with her own mother Milina stayed around and help raised Kara with her husband. Her husband was much more subdued and softer then her father, which her father made jokes about whenever he visited. But she loved her family no matter how soft they are compared to her.

Finally after a few centuries of motherhood and training just in case, Milina had an itch for combat and wished to go back to killing mercs and battling. Luckily for her the Reapers attacked. Well lucky for her blood thirst. Milina returned to her commando group and formed a group that would help battle the reaper threat. During the early stages of the reaper invasion, the genophage was cured, and to the shock of her family, Milina gave her husband permission to have a few krogan children. When asked by her daughter why, all she said was  "We don't know how long we might be fighting the reapers for, we need soldiers, tough ones, and if all I need to do to get us more is to let my husband of 400 years fuck other women, well he'd better start fucking." Tact was not one of her skills.

After almost a year of fighting the Reapers, Sheperd ended the grueling war with the crucible, for a time Milina was separated from her family, her husband, daughter and many step children were all on Tuchanka while she was on earth. When the reapers went down her cheers could be heard for miles. For a time after the war, Milina helped the Earth recover from the brutal war by either protecting humans from raiders and looters  or by helping train young Biotics with their abilities. Once the mass Relays were fixed Milina went to Tuchanka and meet up with her family. They were all ecstatic to see each other again, finally learning that all of them were okay.

But Milina had to leave shortly after telling her family that the Galaxy still needs her and her combat skills to help find balance and stability after such a chaotic time and with such a power vacuum the galaxy needs as much help as they can get. Her family understood, her daughter, Kara vowed to help the Krogan and her half siblings to better control their biotics and her father vowed to watch over their daughter and their many new additions to the family. 

Milina is now in command of a group of Asari Commandos looking for work and ways to help the galaxy.

Psyche Profile:
Despite her intimidating appearance Milina has a jolly and outgoing disposition, Milina is an airy juggernaut of an Asari, always dreaming of grandeur and making a name for herself, but also an aura of coolness that betrays her appearance. She lives by her own code of combat and righteousness that is neither Krogan nor Asari in origins. Although she is getting up there in age, she never wants to admit it and vows to fight until her very last breath. She cares deeply for those she considers friends and allies, willing to fight tooth and nails for them and willing to tear apart entire groups of mercs for them. Some people even considers Milina a motherly figure as she cares for friends and family as well as giving them time to let out their stress. Besides her exuberant and very occasional doting personality outside of combat, in combat she has a lust for battle and general mayhem, finding it all exhilarating and livens up her old bones. She has a morbid fascination for hearing the screams and cries of agony of her fallen enemies and sometimes tortures people to get information out of people only if its necessary otherwise she would just kill them and while she takes enjoyment out of killing people she finds little enjoyment in torture.

Specialty:
Asari Commando are some of the galaxy's most deadly soldiers, so it's to be expected of Milina to be one. She is not just physically one of the strongest Asari but her Biotic is also incredibly strong. With decades and centuries of training she is one of the most powerful individuals in the galaxy. Only Krogan's battlemasters, the council's Spectres, and human's N7's are as skilled as she is.

What sets her apart from the other commandos is her training with every weapon type. If it can be fired she knows how to fire it, rather it's heavy pistols, shotguns, or even sniper rifles she knows how to use it from her decades of training. A good thing about such long lifespans is that you can master so many things other races can only dream of mastering.

Powers/Skills:
- Warp
- Charge 
- Shockwave 
- Stasis
- Cryo ammo
- Nova 
- Combat mastery

Equipment and Resources:
- M-300 Claymore

- M-12 Locust

- M-6 Carnifex

- Phaeston

- M-98 Widow

- Medi-gel

- Asari Commando resources

Sample Post:
"Come on Ladies! We just need to last a few more minutes!" The loud booming voice of a tall scarred matriarch could be heard over the sounds of gun fire and unholy abominations screeching and clawing at the Matriarch's Commandos. An young Asari no older then 200 was grabbed by a Banshee, she let out a scream that caught the ear of the Matriarch, who swiftly pulled her Heavy Pistol from her side and shot at the head of the Banshee three times, the first two shots bounced off its barrier but the third shot reached it mark piercing though it barrier cleanly, stunning it enough for the Asari Maiden to be let go and for the Banshee to focus its attention to the Matriarch instead of the Maiden who was now crawling away to let her shield's recover. 

Matriarch Milina let out a delighted grin and put the Heavy pistol back on her hip and pulled out her SMG. And right as she did so the Banshee charge forward with short bursts of Charges moving five meters at a time until it was only one charge away from her which Milina took as her cue to start opening fire on the ugly Husk of an Asari. Many of the shots simply bounced off it's barriers but the last few shots pierced the barrier and started to chip away at the armor underneath, but before Milina can start taking it down the Banshee let out a screech and generated a Warp like projectile that while slow is insanely dangerous at this range, Milina let out a quick, "Shit!" Before rolling to the side to barely take cover as the Warp flew by and dissipating as it hit the ground. By the time Milina can fire again the Banshee's barriers were back up and full force, Milina grumbled under her breath and reloaded the SMG as the heat sink is done.

Milina looked over her cover to scan the battle field and it didn't look good. Several of her younger Commandos were overwhelmed and killed, while the older ones were barely keeping up with the rate the Husk were popping up at. It looked like the Matriarch's Cheer was a lie as it looks like no support is coming and they were dying at such a rate that made flies jealous. Milina let out a growl before letting out a sigh and put her SMG away and pulled the Shotgun off her back and got out of cover to face the Banshee head on. At least she can die Honorably. 

The Banshee stared her down before letting out a terrible screech that chilled the Matriarch to the bone but she stood her ground and aimed her Shotgun right at it. the Monster Charged forward where Milina knew where it would go and when the monster fully emerge from the warp field Milina fired a shot right at its head breaking its barrier in one shot. The Banshee let out a pained screech and lunged forward with its claw ready to tear her throat out, but she dodge in time under it's arm to behind it where she fired another shot behind its back tearing though it's armor but it's still not enough. The Banshee spun around much more quickly then Milina expected and it grabbed her by the face, Milina was taken by complete surprised and was unable to pry off the death grip of the banshee, Milina could see it pull its hand back ready to stab her with its claw, Milina fought the monster's grip trying to escape it but it was no use, and for a brief moment her thoughts went back to her family, Her beautiful daughter, Kara, her handsome husband, Tarr, and the sadness of never getting the chance to meet her many step children. She is to die here without saying her goodbyes. Yet Milina closed her eyes, not wanting her last memory being the sight of such a hideous creature but instead a memory of her family. 

But suddenly, instead of the sensation of being stabbed there was the sound of gunfire the death grip of the banshee relented and suddenly the Matriarch was dropped to the ground and the banshee let out one last Screech and it crumpled into itself, Milina shocked but not shocked enough not to backaway from the impeding biotic explosion. Milina looked around the battlefield until her eyes laid on the Asari Maiden she saved from the Banshee not that long ago. Her gun's heatsink still red, The Matriarch then let out a toothy grin and yelled out, "Damn girl! I guess we're even now huh?" The maiden curtly nodded and saluted at Milina.

But suddenly The sky let out the horrid siren call of a Reaper and one landed down less then a kilometer away from the Maiden and Matriarch and before the two could turn tail and run to regroup, the sky suddenly turned red and a shockwave waved across the sky like a mushroom cloud light but instead of burning death, that Milina expected, it was harmless, but not so for the Reaper. The Reaper when it was struck by the red wave, started to explode and fall to the ground with a mighty thud and a wave of dust engulfed the two Asari Commandos and as quickly as it arrived the Red wave was gone and where the reaper once floated was now nothing but a mechanical corpse. Milina was taken aback by what just happened. But she let out a cheer that could be heard for what seems like miles around as her loud cheer joined the combined cheers of all those who still live. 

At this moment Billions of people in the milky way galaxy all cheered at once. Unified under one cheer, the cheer of the continued existence of all organic life.

Notes
Milina's father is still alive. Milina has a Daughter who's in her Maiden years. Milina's husband is still alive but busy taking care of their children. Milina also has a few dozen step children, her husband's children who were all born after the genophage was cured.

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Name:
Rili T’vero (Rili is pronounced like Riley)

Race:
Asari

Class:
Adept

Age:
121

Sex:
Female

Appearance:

- Height: 5'8"
- Weight: 177lbs
Backstory:
Like many Asari, Rili was born on Thessia, the Asari home planet. Despite never knowing of her father, she's been told on countless occasions by her mother that he was a respectable individual that she loved dearly. Naive and small, Rili never paid much attention to her mother's vagueness, instead interested in the world around her. Thessia was beautiful, and to a young Asari, the perfect playground at a young age. A playground that, as Rili got older, she would outgrow and desire for something more.

This longing for change became apparent once the first signs that she, like many Asari, had a natural semblance for biotics. As soon as Rili was recognized that she had an adept ability for the control of biotics, there wasn't anything else that she'd want to do than join the military and further develop this gift. A gift that her mother felt was more of a nuisance than useful. Rili's mother felt that developing her biotics would ultimately prove fruitless, as there hadn't been any sign of war for the Asari in her lifespan, and as such she felt there wouldn't be a need for her daughter to train on the off chance there was one. But Rili was persistent, and when she was able to, signed up to begin training as an Asari huntress at the age of 50.

For the next 30 years, Rili devoted her life to studying various aspects of martial arts, sharpening her mind and body, and perfecting her biotic abilities. Biotics were an essential part in her training, as she knew that, if she lacked biotic talent, there was a high possibility that she would be forced to leave military service... And she didn't mind that. In fact, it inspired her to grow, to become stronger for the sake of her people. She believed that, despite a relative peaceful galaxy, there would always be some sort of evil to deal with. But the higher ups had other wants for her. Despite showing extensive prowess for combat, they felt as if there was enough of those as is. And so, they set her aside, instead having her do the all important...

Study of other races. Infuriated, but compliant, the Asari above her believed that, if she were to be truly effective, she would need to do extensive research on the other species within the galaxy, which at the time, was 13 years before the relay 314 incident of the Turians, and thus giving her that much time to herself. If she would be honest with herself, she felt cheated, but instead of dwelling on her discontent, Rili took it upon herself to read as much and study the other species of the galaxy. These studies ranged from simple history to biology, and everything in between. Preferred weapons, biotic abilities, medi-gel effeciency/recipes... Rili made sure that she could find out all that she could about them. She essentially had all the time in the world to devote to this cause, and while it wasn't the excitement that she desired, it gave her much needed insight for when she would eventually leave Thessia. Not to mention that, whenever she would get bored, she made sure to not falter in practicing and maintaining her combat skills.

Fast forward to after the first contact war of humans, and Rili is given a new galactic species to observe and study: the humans. She took note of how, despite their relative short lifespan, they were aggressive in their desires, striding forward with confidence in themselves despite not really knowing what they were getting into. To Rili, they were inspiring, but scary. They could accomplish things that she thought would take centuries to even train in, all due to their dedication to become something more... 

To her, Commander Shepard was a prime example of such a person. Skilled, tactical... easy on the eyes. She admired him as the first human Spectre, and seeing him become one inspired her to increase her time dedicated to training herself aside from her studies. Often, she found herself visiting the Citadel during her off periods, giving herself a type of shore leave up until Seren's attack on the Citadel. 

The shock of the initial contact with a reaper made her superiors begin to quietly bring back those they had set aside, and gladly throughout the events of Shepard's battle against the collectors, Rili was back on Thessia, doing what she loved: Practicing her biotics. She was training to become a Commando during the two year gap between Shepard's supposed death and his eventual victory against the collectors, she was so close to a promotion.

But nothing could prepare her for the end of the world. Despite her relatively young age for an Asari Huntress, hastily she was promoted due to the chaos that occurred thanks to the reaper attack on Thessia. The Asari had grown overconfident in themselves, and Rili was on the front lines, doing what she could to protect everything she cared about. But nothing could prepare her for that sudden responsibility to have been tossed at her. When the reapers touched down, Rili was filled with confidence, but that confidence would devolve as the situation became ever grim. To think, this was what she wanted... And yet upon it actually happening, upon something interesting occurring in her life, and it was immensely worse than she or the galaxy had anticipated. Slowly and surely, they were being pushed back despite their best efforts. Her powerful biotics unleashed could only do so much against a seemingly endless wave of monstrosities, and it seemed that as she decimated the enemy, a horde would take their place. But Shepard had recently been to Thessia when the reaper's first appeared, and surely, she thought, he'd have an answer to this. All they'd have to do was survive for a little while longer. 

By the time Shepard had set off the Crucible, Rili's squad was surrounded by Husks, pounding at the barrier that she had created around herself with the last remaining strength she had. She could hear their screeches, their desire to tear apart added onto her fear of death and sorrow. But miraculously, as she stared towards the sky, she noticed an intense light spreading across the horizon and hastily erasing the creature around her, and allowing her to survive another day, and by extension the massive amount of refugees and civilians of Thessias she was meant to protect.

It was over, and yet... Rili felt a burning hatred for her superiors. They had spent countless years wasting potential to build up their army, like every other galactic race, and it infuriated her immensely. So many died due to their carelessness, and despite her best efforts, everyone she knew was most likely dead because she wasn't strong enough to protect them. While she was hailed as a hero during reconstruction for defending Thessia and for her excellence in biotics, at her first opportunity she left her homeworld and didn't want to look back. Instead, she thought it would be best to put her knowledge of other species biology to good use, and knowing that there were so many wounded, ultimately decided to be a wandering doctor for those who needed it.


Psyche Profile:
Rili is an Asari who for a majority of her life never really saw the reality of the universe and all of it's harshness. She trained for the worst, but never expected the worst, having a romanticized version of what she would face if danger ever came to surface. Despite that idea, she took combat situations and training exceptionally seriously, having a strong belief that she could make a difference when a threat would occur. After all, at the end of the day, she realized that it would be a job to protect the Asari. This gave her a drive to constantly practice her biotics, even when she wasn't required to do so.

She'll look confident for the crowds, being a strong and warming presence to those whom she encounters. She'll smile, banter with you, but all she wants to do is forget. Forget the reaper invasion on Thessia, the countless bodies of Asari comrades who died protecting her or under her authority. On the outside, she'll like to joke around and keep a smile on everyone's face, but on the inside, she's in pain. Not the kind of pain that makes you angry, but the kind that haunts you at night, that terrifies you... She wouldn't wish that experience on anyone. Before the reaper war, she was said to be very inspiring and somewhat childish in battle, teasing her opponents that she knew she could best, and having fun with it all. But after the destruction, it has become heavily toned down, fighting much more seriously and looking for ways to end a threat rather than toy with it.

Rili has a protective and caring nature to others, having humbled slightly and gained some patience. She built up strong bonds during the reaper war on Thessia, and while a majority of them are now a distant memory, they only urged her to continue towards some sort of path that dealt with that aspect of herself. While she doesn't have a lot of hands on experience as being a doctor, she does have a lot of book smarts when it comes to such things, and it gives her a little bit of happiness, though not as much as training as a biotic did. While she wasn't originally happy with her superiors and their decision to have her study more about the galaxy, ultimately she's thankful for that decision as she believes it gave her more insight into them. While her biotics gave her a way to defend what she could, her knowledge other species allowed her to ultimately leave Thessia to go and help mend the wounds the war had caused...


Specialty:
In combat, Rili is a very specialized biotic, using her powers to disrupt and interfere with enemies to make them easy to pick off for teammates. While use of singularity is useful, Rili also knows of biotic combinations, though her skill's with weapons is often limited to a pistol and on rare occasion a shotgun thanks to Asari training. Because of her reliance on Asari teachings moreso than the use of actual weapons, she is much more effective in hand to hand combat with the help of her biotics than she is with using a gun.

Out of combat, Rili can be used as both as a temporary doctor thanks to her large information regarding the biology of various species, along with being an informant if need be. She's made several connections thanks to her years of research before the reaper war, and has slight experience in treating severe wounds.


Powers/Skills:
Singularity
Warp
Shockwave
Cluster Grenade
Pull
Throw
Biotic Field
Slight medical knowledge


Equipment and Resources:
Armor: Light Commando Armor
Pistol: Acolyte
Shotgun: Disciple
Omni-Tool
x2 Emergency Medi-gel


Sample Post:
There was no time to rest as the sounds of gunfire filled the air, Asari rushing left and right in an effort to prepare for the incoming wave of reaper forces that were reported to be heading towards Rili's location. The group was tasked with holding down this location, no matter the cost. It was a choke point that defended a large group of helpless Asari civilians, all doing their best to hurry towards a supposed safe area inside the basement of a ruined building. All Rili and the crew had to do, or so they were told, was to protect the sole entrance of the building, which should have been simple enough had they not been facing reapers out here. While there was open water off to the sides and a bridge seperating them from the reaper forces, they were slowly encroaching towards the Asari group.

"Hurry up and get those damned turrets working! We have to protect the civilians at all costs!" Rili yelled at one of her crew who was desperately running towards an open turret, another one nodding at the mention of protecting those behind them as she maintained a biotic field. There was only 3 of them left, and yet, they were meant to stop...

"By the Goddess..." There were hundreds of them. Husks. Cannibals... Banshees, the latter sending shivers down Rili's spine. To think that they were once Asari, and in such a short time period... No, now wasn't a time for that. She had to put those fears behind her, if not for herself, but for those left who believed in her. But her thoughts were cut short by the deafing sound of an explosion nearby, ripping through the biotic field the poor Asari was holding and blowing her away to oblivion. The one on the turret took their fallen's place, to which Rili herself took up the position that she had yelled at moments before for someone else to hold. It seemed hopeless... But she had to try.

"I'll do my best to keep them away from you Aminna. Just hold on a little longer!"
"Aye aye!"
The bullets moved in staccato, zipping through the air and tearing into the flesh of the horde that wasted no time in crossing the ruined bridge. It felt like an eternity of careful aiming at the Banshee's who could seemingly teleport across, and as such were a priority. But when a majority of the major threats were gone, luck was not on Rili's side. As the turret overheated and needed to be reloaded, she turned to see a mound of husks had overtaken her last squadmate, the desperate sound and struggle for life... quelled.

Rili jumped off the turret, sending forth a shockwave that sent the husks flying in all directions off the bridge before taking the biotic fields place. Tears began to stream down her face now that everyone was gone, but she thought maybe... if she could stop the incoming horde a little while longer with this field... Maybe they would stand a chance. So wordlessly she grieved as the husks descended upon her field, pounding and clawing at it in an attempt to break through... It was her last stand... And only a miracle would save her now.


Notes
-She has no real preference towards gender nor species.
-Is said to be a horrible cook.
-Protected a large amount of Asari refugees and civilians on Thessia despite the loss of her crew.
- Has vast amounts of knowledge on the galactic species, including the newly introduced humans. 
-Prefers to have information on someone before engaging in a conversation with them.

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Name:
Rol'Naaris nar Taazzor; Rol'Naaris vas Vaepal; Rol

Race:
Quarian

Class
Infiltrator

Age:
Twenty-nine years old

Sex:
Male

Appearance:
With their weak immune system, Rol'Naaris rarely takes off any part of his armor unless he is fixing up his wounds. No-one beyond the Migrant Fleet knows what he looks like without that mask. Rol tried his best to get armor that made him stand out for the other Quarian on their pilgrimage. That's why he got Devlon Industries' Light Explorer Armor VII for a store in the Citadel during his pilgrimage. Despite being an outdated model, Rol made sure to update its' shields and protection of weapons and biotics. Even before he returned to the fleet, he managed to raise one of the shoulder pads up and changed it from a navy blue to a tan color. After the Reaper War, he still kept the same old armor on him and refused to change it for a better model. It had survived this war, it will survive for a long time.

Even when he joined the Spectres, he refused to use their Quarian armor since it was not better compared to the other armors on sale in places like Omega or Illium.

Backstory:
Rol'Naaris was born on board the Taazzor in the year 2157 on the day that Relay 314 Incident (or the First Contact War coined by the humans) happened. Rol spent his childhood aboard on the Taazzor with his mother and father. His mother worked in the technical division, while his father was in the Marines. When he was old enough, his mother took him to places like the Citadel to gather parts no possible to obtain within the fleet. This was Rol's first time that he had been outside of the Taazzor and saw other species in person. It was breathtaking and amazing. He often wandered off before his mother chased after him and took him back home. When he learned of the pilgrimage, Rol was ready to venture beyond the fleet and live in the Citadel. 

The truth was that life as a quarian was harsher than he expected. 

His father, however, was in the Marines that was born on a military ship and taught about warfare by his father. Rol took interest in the Marines because of his father and grandpa. He taught his son everything he knew about military strategy that he was taught by the Marines. A couple of Marines aboard the Taazzor told him bits of other warfare strategies that krogans and humans use. During his early teens, Rol studied as much as he could on the history of warfare for several races and he also took a look at the Geth War. He soon took interest in history, politics, and the Marines. Years of reading into Sun-Tzu and the Krogan Rebellions were useful facts to learn and he developed a love for planning out tactics.

When it was time for Rol to take part in the pilgrimage, his family and friends gathered around to give gifts before Rol left. His mother managed to get a book about what foods and drinks Quarian can and cannot eat and drink. While his father gave him a Kassa Fabrication Nexus omni tool and a Haliat Armory Stiletto pistol. Shortly after, he left behind his family and friends and headed to the Citadel. Despite facing prejudice for other races, he liked his pilgrimage. He found out so much about the history of Humanity and their culture that he planned a trip to visit Earth. And he made his credits by working at a repair store. While he was trying to gather the credits, Citadel was under attack by the Reapers.

Rol managed to survive the battle by following C-Sec into one of their police stations. As the pieces of Sovereign and the Geth fleet rain down onto the Citadel, his apartment was completely destroyed—his things were destroyed and his roommate was killed. All of the credits, that he had earned, were gone into repairing the damages and trying to move on. But he could not move forward and left the Citadel to complete his pilgrimage two years later. It took him six months to find some worthy to return to the fleet. It was some pieces for one of the Geth ships that he brought off of some scavengers. 

He was accepted by into the fleet with open arms, joined Vaepal, and began working in both the Marines as a strategist. When the Admiralty Board was talking about a possible war with the Geth, Rol supported the war and pushed other crew members to realize that war was the answer to their problems. A year after the talks, the Special Projects arm finally found a way to weaken the Geth. While the Board was voting on war, Rol was a vocal advocate for the war. After hours of debating, the Board had declared war on the Geth and Rol got to work. Despite not having enough time to be taught everything in the Marines. 

Quarians on their pilgrimage had to return to the fleet to prepare for war. Rol was responsible for placing the returning into positions suitable to the Vaepal and planning ways to attack the Geth fleet. The Migrant Fleet had updated with include weapons on-board civilian ships, an action that he strongly agreed with. They began their assault as the Reapers invaded Earth and burned Palaven. Things were going well for the fleet until the Geth accepted the Reaper's help, destroying any chance of an easy victory. Vaepal didn't need weapons since it was a military ship.

Everyone was too busy to deal with the Reapers that the Fleet suffered huge losses. Vaepal was attacked during one of many ambushes that nearly got Rol killed. He still believed that the fleet could win, especially since Commander Shepard came to their aid. After several victories (with the help of the Commander), the fleet managed to push the Geth back towards their old homeworld, Rannoch. That was when the Battle for Rannoch began. Hours of fighting brought a major victory for the quarian, earning their homeworld back. Surprisingly, the Geth suddenly supported the Quarian conquest and joined Humanity in the battle for Earth. 

Rol didn't support peaceful co-existence with the machines and requested that a Geth not board the Vaepal; however, he wanted to help with the fight against the Reapers. So, he joined other strategists to come up with plans on how to defeat the Reapers (if the Battle of Earth was a massive defeat) as soon as the Admiralty Board finally declared war on the Reapers. When the time came to fight on Earth, he was selected to join a group of attackers that planned on landing in North Africa. Several attacks were planned all over the world so the Reapers could be spread out thin. He was a part of the attack on Earth; however, he didn't go to London at all. The battle itself was more difficult than the Battle for Rannoch. People were dying left and right as Rol helped hold the line.

Then, the energy vaporized the Reapers and the Reaper ships stopped working. The war was finally over.

Afterwards, Rol was treated in the city of Alexandria and spent time there before returning to the fleet. Around that time, Tali’Zorah Vas Normandy had also returned to the fleet and began her work with Rannoch. Her influence and actions during the Reaper War grant her command of the newly built Diplomacy Fleet. He was offered a spot aboard Tali'Zorah's body guard. He refused and focused on rebuilding Earth with the others. He has traveled all over the Middle East, the Great Basin and the Mojave and Sonoran Desert. Rol went back to Alexandria to celebrate the one year anniversary of the Battle of Earth.

Psyche Profile:
Rol'Naaris is just like any normal quarian: strategic mind, judgmental, hard-working, decisive, and overly analytical. Those traits have been useful and useless to him throughout his life. Rol tends to make only a few friends that like to have discussions about stuff and hang out often. He has no trouble relaxing and enjoying himself with his friends, but he doesn't share his emotions with them. And he cannot be able to provide emotional support towards others. Plus, he can often be too honest to deal with. Romantic relationships are also his weakness as he doesn't know anything other than warfare. Rol also has a thing for organizing.

He is also judgmental towards Geths because of their actions during the last few years. And the fact that Rol despises artificial intelligence and labels them as 'a threat to the galaxy.' Besides Geth, he is willing to have a healthy discussion with different ideals and opinions. And he likes human movies that have anything to do with humans destroying AI; but, he favors The Matrix and Inception. He also likes reading novels, writing essays, watching documentaries, and listening to classical music. And he always wanted to have plants along with trained dogs and go to famous landmarks. 

And he also always wanted to start up a museum since he loved other species’ histories. He dislikes narrow-minded people, gossip circles, people who can't handle dark humor, metal music, alcohol, and dirty/messy places.

Specialty:
Rol'Naaris was most likely picked to be in the Spectre-led task force because of his involvement with the Marines and they noted him as a great strategist during the Battle for Rannoch and he also helped his commander during the Battle of Earth. He was also one of the few Quarian that went to Earth during the battle, which gives his experience in the heat of a firefight.  

And Rol also knows how to use both a shotgun and a sniper unlike other quarians. He likes the sniper rifle better than the shotgun, but he would use it if he's in the front lines. In short, he's the sniper of the team.

Powers/Skills:
Sabotage, Tactical Cloak, Assassination, Agent (Operative), and Fitness

Equipment and Resources:
Devlon Industries' Light Explorer Armor VII (it includes a modified version of Asymmetric Defense Layer that fits perfectly into the look of the armor), Haliat Armory's Equalizer IX, Kassa Fabrication's Polaris VIII, Elanus Risk Control Services's Hurricane V, and Haliat Armory's Stiletto VI

Sample Post:
Rol'Naaris waited patiently for his shuttle to finally land at their location. It felt like they have been flying for hours since they left one of the human ships. Everyone aboard the shuttle could hear explosions all around them. Once in awhile, they could hear a shuttle getting hit and most likely crash landing onto Earth: human's homeworld. Rol felt sick whenever he heard the explosions getting closer towards this shuttle. And it did not help that he was the only quarian on this shuttle and surrounded by krogan, turians, and humans. A human sitting by Rol was looking at a datapad. Rol only noticed when he was checking on his sniper rifle and decided to take a peek at the datapad. It was a very old picture of a group of people with weapons, standing next to horses. It could of been from World War I or some other minor war fought during the time period. 

He kept on checking out his weapons while some of the turians and humans started to pray as they felt the shuttle going down. Everyone gathered their weapons and readied themselves for the drop off. Before they left, one of the Alliance captains told everyone to get into cover as soon as possible and open fire. Sounds of a firefight got louder as the shuttle began to land while it was taking fire from marauders and brutes Soon enough, everyone stood up and waited for the doors to open up. Rol held his sniper rifle tightly and ready for a dash towards the nearest cover. 

Before they opened, everyone heard the pilot's voice through the comms as he gave instructions on where the base is located.

"Alright, you are about to be fired at. Remember to fight carefully and remain calm; however, don't forget your main objective. Reach the command base. Your omni-tool should have the location marked. Once you reach the location, the commander of the base will issue you with a task to do and communicate with you. Good luck soldiers. May God be with you."

After that brief speech, the doors slowly opened as bullets could be heard hitting against the shuttle. Everyone carefully stepped out and dashed towards cover. Some of them were immediately shot and cried out in pain or died because of a well placed shot. Once Rol exited out of the shuttle and ran towards cover, it took off rather quickly and left the areas. Other shuttles began to land as soldiers exited out of it while one was shot down while leaving the areas. Rol went to a different cover and pulled out his omni-tool while soldiers left and right were getting shot at. The omni-tool revealed that the location was somewhere west and saw that a couple of soldiers were already heading there. 

The night was still rather young and it was difficult to see anything. Suddenly, he heard screaming and a struggle as Rol went for his pistol. He ran towards the sound and saw that the human for the shuttle was pinned by a husk. Rol shoved the gun against the husk's head and opened fire, killing the creature for sure. It felt as the human pushed it away from him and processed to kick it several times. "Motherfucker!" he said angrily towards the husk.

"Are you alright?" Rol asked while grabbing the human's assault rifle and offering it to him.

"Yeah... Just took me by surprise." he pointed at the dead husk and grabbed his gun.

"Thanks.."

"Call me Rol." Rol just said while he was grabbing his sniper rifle.

"Rol... I am Hamdaan." Hamdann said while reloading his assault rifle. Both men began their walk on the abandoned street while other soldiers walked pass them. It was rather peaceful, even know explosions and gunshots could be heard all around. They were nearby the base because of the M35 Makos could be seen from afar, firing towards the Reapers. They have started to talk about being on Earth since the invasion. It turned out that his aunt and brother were on Earth during the invasion. They were traveling to Dubai just as the Reaper began their attack. Their ride took a detour towards the airport and they managed to get on a transport ship before the transmission died out. 

Hamdaan knew that they were dead and mourned their deaths. Afterwards, he joined the Alliance and waited for this day to come since joining. Rol felt bad that the quarian were fighting the geth. He saw the footage of Earth while he was planning for the upcoming war with them. It was truly disgusting for him to hear the news then Palaven was hit as well. The breaking news made him stop working for the entire day and he wanted to throw up. Shepard was right the whole time and no-one—not even Rol himself—believed his warnings. 

Rol said that the news made him work harder than ever to finish up with the geth; but, things never go according to plan. Gunfire got louder as both of the men rushed towards the base and saw the husk heading towards the Makos. Some of them got on top of them and Rol used his sniper rifle to pick them off. With one knee on the ground, he aimed and fired at the husks. Hamdaan charged towards the base ready for anything while others followed his lead. Rol got off of the ground and rushed towards the firefight. 

It was going to be one hell of a battle. The one that he was going to tell stories about for years to come. If he survives the ordeal.

Notes
Rol hasn't have the chance to be in a romantic relationship, but he is sure that he could most likely be either gay or straight. However, it doesn't bug him at all. 

He made some friends during the Battle of Earth and talks to them often. And he also still talks to people from the fleet as well. And he also has met Tali’Zorah after the Reaper War for a brief moment. Plus, he is more than willing to provide his services to rebuilding the Earth.

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Bio

Name:
Ravanor Rykarn

Race:
Krogan

Class:
Soldier

Age:
68

Sex:
Male

Appearance:

Standing at 7’03” (213.4 centimeters)  at the hump and built like one would expect from front-line krogan warriors, Rykarn is a brute of a man that embodies the physical profile one would imagine reading about the peerless warriors of the Rachni invasion or the marauders that overthrew even the best entrenched turian lines during the Krogan Rebellions. 

Weighing in at around 188 kilos (414.5 pounds) and covered in heavy musculature, it would surprise most aliens that Rykarn is fairly young for his species, having a light sandy-coloured skin with yellowish-tan spots and a green-tinged brown crest that has only fused into a smooth plate from the rougher, less formed crest of young krogan. He carries himself proudly with a broad set of shoulders, made to look even more impressive with his armour plating, and he carries himself with an erect posture; about as much as one could expect from a species that is dominated by a predominant hump at the summit of their backs. 

While his hump isn’t nearly as impressive or towering as one would expect to see on a Battlemaster or Warlord, it is still a sizable feature that peaks a bit over his head and requires a custom fit for clothing and armour, as is the case for many krogan. It, along with much of his body, are covered with a variety of scars, be it from gunshots, predator’s claws or teeth, blades, or even shrapnel, Rykarn’s body is a tapestry of violent history that belies his often restrained personality. 

Rykarn’s chin his broader and less-pointed than the average specimen of his species, with his jawline tapering up roughly an inch and a half above where his chin sits, ending in a broad curvature. The gap between his upper lip and the start of his crest is a bit longer than average, giving nose and forehead a more flat look than more of the squat-faced krogan. This gives him an unintentionally more “open” appearance since his face does not look like it’s locked in a permanent scowl. Since he is younger, his skin is smoother and less cragged than other krogan, and it carries a lighter hue, like soft leather.

His eyes are a defining feature, sitting within sunken sockets that do not appear as baggy as older krogan but still give Rykarn a look that evokes a mistrusting graze, a sense of fatigue, and the slits that give all krogan a predatory visage. Being a light amber in colour, they contrast pleasantly with his crest and compliment his complexion. By krogan standards, he’s attractive, enough that on a pair of occasions he was offered a chance to model for Fornax magazine by the publication’s headhunters on the Citadel Wards and Nos Astra who were canvasing  passerby’s who had the right “look”. He turned down the offer both times, only coming to regret it once in his post-Blood Pack career as a bounty hunter that left him nearly broke due to the lack of contracts.

Backstory:

Born and raised under Clan Ravanor’s banner on Tuchanka, Rykarn was destined for a life based around working in and protecting the Clan’s extensive mining operation, the largest of its kind on Tuchanka and one that brought Ravanor a considerable amount of wealth.  Coming from a clutch of over 500 eggs, of which only five hatched, and two of those survived the Rite of Life; Rykarn and his brother Karnak. 

Both brothers were inseparable in youth, playing mostly with each other in their early years, and eventually graduating to sparring in their adolescent years. Both developed a friendly, yet fierce, rivalry where it constantly became a race to get a leg-up over their sibling in anything that mattered; strength, speed, endurance, wit, if it could be turned into a wager, the two young krogan would vie for supremacy, much to their fathers’ approval and joy. As far as a childhood on Tuchanka could be considered ideal, the two embodied just that. Already proficient hunters by the time of their Rite of Passage, which for Clan Ravanor involved scouring Tuchanka’s wastes for technology, weaponry, or equipment that could be put to use towards the clan’s mining or combat operations, the two clutchmates had decided to use the Rite of Passage as the penultimate competition for who would ultimately be the winner of a lifetime of childhood bets. 

Painting the word korbal upon their severely worn and beat armour, the brothers set off into the wastes, going their separate ways for the first time in their lives; the desire to win only just overshadowed the realization that they might not see one another again. Whereas Rykarn set off towards where he recalled was the site of a large Clan battle from years prior, Karnak was far bolder and decided he was going to steal something right from under the noses of Clan Talyth. 

Searching for days and having to hunt his meals along the way and get off of the ground when the rumbling of thresher maws was felt, Rykarn made the journey to the site of the Battle of Garog Ridge, where Clan Ravanor battled Battlemaster Garog of Clan Talyth decades prior, who had declared war on Ravanor with the intention of claiming mined raw metals to fuel his Clan’s ambition to build a Dreadnaught. Whereas sand buried much of the battle’s remnants that weren’t reclaimed by the victors, a few things were accessible and proving to be of some practical use. Recovering the lens array for a mining laser that was used by sappers to tunnel under enemy lines and detonate charges as well as a crate of shells for a batarian made tank that had been purchased from the black market that had seen use in the battle, the well-encumbered krogan made his way back to his Clan’s lines, enduring a tense confrontation with other scavengers and in one case, a feral varren pack, before returning with both the equipment and his pride.

The pride would only last for two days, when Karnak returned with a Tomkah loaded with two heavy mortars in addition to its main cannon and wearing the armour of Warlord Talyth Coran. While both brothers had completed their Rite by returning with materials that would serve the Clan well, Karnak became something of celebrity for his astonishing victory over such a renown warrior, as well as making it back alive after stealing one of Talyth’s war machines. Such a feat had not been attempted in quite some time, let alone successfully.

Seething from having lost face in front of his brother, whom he was beginning to see as something of a traitor to him personally, it didn’t take much convincing for a Blood Pack recruiter who was making his rounds between the clans to have Rykarn sign up to leave Tuchanka behind. He would find glory and a legacy off world and return to the Clan a renowned hero of sorts, or so he figured.   

Much of Rykarn’s early years in the Blood Pack was spent capturing pockets of vorcha and “conditioning” them into the vicious cannon fodder and bread and butter of the Blood Pack ranks, even going so far as to be stationed on Flett, the Blood Pack training and breeding ground for vorcha soldiers as a heavy weapon trainer, given his experience with complex machinery being a member of Clan Ravanor. After requesting a transfer to an outfit that wasn’t a “glorified babysitting job”, Rykarn became a heavy weapons and explosive specialist for a number of combat units, given the relatively loose command structure of the Blood Pack and that skill vacancies were abundant after heavy losses or new contracts were acquired. Assembling, manning, and maintaining turrets, grenade and missile launchers, and generally anything that took more than an hour to know the basics of use, Rykarn served the Blood Pack as a part of the rank and file, albeit in a specialist role.

Taking part in contracts across the Terminus Systems, Rykarn logged an impressive number of hours and a respectable kill count for the organization, fighting pirates, slavers, smugglers, and people who were defaulting on loans, amongst other things. For the most part, the work was uncomplicated; if someone had a gun, shoot them. If another didn’t comply, shoot them as well. The Blood Pack didn’t take many VIP protection or security gigs, so most of Rykarn’s experience was of the seek and destroy variety without much of a mind for collateral damage commanding many of the vorcha he’d helped train. While far from the most ruthless or effective member of the Blood Pack, Rykarn certainly developed a reputation for getting jobs done, regardless of the cost.

That all came to a head twelve years later when Rykarn’s outfit was sent on a contract to Sanctum in the Decoris System to hunt down a turian mining tycoon named Tychus Garvikan that had hired the Blood Pack to raid shipments belonging to his rivals and had refused payments after the delivery, instead having his own personal security take down the Blood Pack mercenaries who had attended the drop off. His location confirmed through information brokers, the Blood Pack raided the colony world’s capital of Vulpe in a brutal strike to take down the tycoon and seize whatever assets they could to recoup the losses. 

Not long after this operation went underway, Rykarn realized too late that to find Garvikan, they’d have to tear apart an entire neighbourhood, and innocent lives were caught in the middle of a feud they had no part in. Clearing one house, Rykarn came across a family huddling in a backroom, defenseless and terrified under his shotgun sights, and a deep misgiving filled him. There was no honour or glory in preying upon defenseless people; Karnak’s reputation was built from battle and triumph, Rykarn was descending into petty banditry. It was pathetic. Instead of pulling the trigger or extorting the civilians for information, the krogan dropped his shotgun and told the patriarch to defend his clan. He left the house without incident, and in his mind, the Blood Pack.

After refusing to take part in the operation, Rykarn resigned from the Blood Pack to ridicule and no small amount of hostility; it was simply unheard of for a krogan to resign from the outfit, so there was some debate on whether or not it should be permitted, given that the odds of an ex-Blood Pack member sharing trade secrets or taking part in an outfit that opposed Blood Pack interests were high, but in light of Rykarn’s service record and low ranking, he was permitted discharge upon turning in the equipment he was issued and forfeiting any impending dues he was owed. He accepted, and having enough credits to get to Omega and live off of hotels and cheap food for a few weeks, the krogan started his life as a freelance bounty hunter, deliberately avoiding contracts that would put him in the way of his old outfit. If he was going to earn a name for himself, it would be on his own terms.

After various degrees of success and a slow, but steadily improving reputation, over the years, Rykarn would find his calling in 2176CE when a revolt broke out on the human-batarian colony world of Anhur between abolitionist forces and pro-slavers. Heeding a call for any and all available mercenaries to assist the abolitionist forces, the krogan booked passage to the colony and would take part in the two year war. Taking part in a mixed-mercenary outfit and raiding supply depots, ships, and ambushing opposition forces, Rykarn would find himself ending the war as something of a folk hero, along with the rest of the mercenaries, from the local populace. Surprisingly, he had found himself fighting alongside Eclipse mercenaries and finding an excellent working chemistry with the professional contractors. 

After the rebellion ended in abolitionist victory, Rykarn spent the next few years as hired security and to hunt down wanted criminals on the colony and throughout the system, earning enough to pay for his own private lodging and better equipment. Pleased to have found a niche market to apply his skills and earn a respectable sum of credits, Rykarn remained on Anhur until 2186CE: the arrival of the Reapers. With the galaxy facing outright extinction and comm buoys going offline at the rate new systems were occupied by the invading horrors, Rykarn knew that this might be his last chance of ever returning to Tuchanka. While he had grown to have something akin to an affection for the colonists of Anhur where he’d been working for a decade, he managed to book passage to Citadel space, joining the influx of colonists attempting to claim refugee status on the Citadel before the space lanes were shut down, and as his ship was turned away by the Citadel authorities due to overcrowding, Rykarn managed to find another ship of krogan departing the Citadel in response to a planet-wide call to action to fight the Reapers on home soil.

Landing in Urdnot territory, where many of the allied clans were gathered, Rykarn quickly fell in with Clan Ravanor warriors who had been acting as liaisons and within a day, Rykarn had his first experience fighting the Reapers while on patrol. His unit was swarmed by innumerable husks and backed by brutes and ravagers, along with monstrous hanar-volus hybrids that acted as suicide bombers. The battle lasted six hours with the krogan taking heavy losses, but the survivors had gained valuable insight into how to kill and survive a fight with the enemy. For the next three weeks, Rykarn fought alongside the other clans without sign of his brother or father until the day the turians arrived to provide air support in an operation to help Shepard deliver the genophage cure. 

While holding a defensive chokepoint designed to keep Reaper forces from reaching the convoy of Tomkahs and the cure, Rykarn was united with Karnak, who was leading a warband of his own. The two brothers had a fond reunion that felt like their childhood contests and found that their chemistry was quite intact on the battlefield. Karnak would later remark on their fight against the Reapers “just like hunting klixen and harvesters”. The reunited brothers would continue to fight the Reapers on Tuchanka well after the genophage cure was released, renewing the krogan species with a fighting spirit that had not been seen in centuries. Then, at the end of the world, there was a resurgence of krogan identity. 

While grateful for having been reunited with his brother and lamenting the loss of their father years prior, when turian warships came to pick up krogan reinforcements, Rykarn was among the first to volunteer. He’d found purpose in the galaxy, and it was clear that staying on Tuchanka would force him to live under his clutchmate’s shadow. 

And so, in the last month of the Reaper war, Rykarn found himself fighting on the one planet he never thought he’d ever step foot; Palaven, and alongside turian troops. Much to both species’ pleasant surprise, they turned out to be rather effective allies in the war against the Reapers, and being able to work past old hatreds gave both the krogan and turians an appreciation of each other’s’ strengths and enthusiasm for warfare. Rykarn in particular proved to be an informed and valuable asset to the war effort as his decade on Anhur had made him far more natural to work with other species and be willing to listen to their ideas, acting as an excellent mediator between krogan and alien fighting forces. That and his hard-earned skill at fighting Reapers made him stand out from the crowd. A turian Spectre named Aetius Phrixus first took note of him leading a fighting retreat to a dropship and refusing to evacuate until everyone else was on board. Further monitoring on the Spectre’s behalf resulted in the decision that Rykarn was both a gifted warrior and a team-oriented individual who worked well under others’ direction. Along with a few other krogan, turian, and even an asari and salarian who had been caught up in the Palaven front, Rykarn was enlisted by Phrixus to take part in a series of deep-strike missions and rescue operations against Reaper encampments, eventually culminating in the climatic action of the war: retaking Earth.

Having a hand in the largest military battle in galactic history is certainly one that many can boast about, and it also marked the only time in history that every species in the galaxy fought alongside one another against a common enemy. Phrixus’ Rangers, as they’d taken to calling themselves, were instrumental in clearing out buildings and fortifications in commando-style raids ahead of the main columns to ensure the heavy artillery could be brought to bear against the Reapers themselves without being torn apart by lesser ground forces. While the war ended shortly after a foothold was established, it felt as if they had done a month’s worth of fighting within a matter of days. After watching the Reapers crumble, the galaxy let out a collective sigh of relief, followed by a period of mourning; how was anyone supposed to rebuild after losing everything and everyone?

Phrixus gave his team a choice of whether to stay with him on Earth and help with reconstruction and security efforts or to go their separate ways, and for the next two months, the team stayed together and helped bring some form of normality back to the human home world. Once the worst of the cleanup and security concerns were addressed, as well as the restoration of essential utilities to London, the team disbanded, although Rykarn elected to stay behind to help with the reconstruction effort.

Psyche Profile:
Quiet, non-argumentative and cooperative aren’t usually things one would associate with a krogan, but it is this mentality that has both helped Ravanor Rykarn survive two major wars and the harsh lands of Tuchanka. While he tends to look down upon vorcha and has a lingering resentment towards salarians, the krogan has conditioned himself to judge individuals on a case by case basis. This, along with years living amongst aliens, led to excellent interspecies cooperation for the krogan, who makes no distinction in combat between allied units “So long as they’re shooting the same way I am”. 

Rykarn tends to get irritable in confined spaces, and he tends to find most music and video entertainment a waste of time, possibly as a side effect of relying on his senses to look out for danger as distractions can prove to be fatal. The exceptions to this are an interest in turian Clawball and human American Football, which are two sports he has a keen interest in following, as well as a self-professed guilty pleasure in watching cooking shows and volus auctions. He dislikes loud and boisterous personalities, dance clubs, anything manufactured by Elkoss Combine, public transportation, pastries, the way hanar speak, perfumes and asari pop singer Cerulian Sea.

Rykarn has a particular love of processed meats and fresh breads, which make fresh food markets some of his first stops on shore leave. He has a soft spot for pets and has been looking to adopt a bird or varren for some time, as well as find a pyjak supplier to feed said varren. He also has a love for soft furniture, reading, and he maintains a war trophy collection of things he’s picked up from every conflict he’s been in. Rykarn enjoys other species’ histories (particularly military), since the krogan more or less destroyed their own, and he would like to start collecting historical antiquities and visiting museums. 

Recreationally, Rykarn enjoys boating, hunting, hiking, and rock climbing. He has a fear of suffocation and entrapment, and burning alive. He also finds clowns and contortionists deeply unsettling.

Specialty:
Rykarn is an excellent example of the ferociousness a krogan shocktrooper can represent; fast, ruthless, and capable of shrugging off wounds that would down a lesser species, he fully embodies the sentiment of first in; last out. Literal decades of combat and survival experience in some of the roughest parts of the galaxy have made him extremely proficient at his job, and in any team composition, he’s a big enough target and threat that it’s hard to ignore him, giving more specialized members of the team plenty of room to do their jobs. 

Setting him apart from other krogan is his speciality in the use and maintenance of heavy weaponry, particularly of the explosive variety. Field guns, mortars, grenade and missile launchers, he’s had plenty of field time on just about every major armament that’s hit the Terminus Systems and thanks to his upbringing under Clan Ravanor, he’s surprisingly adapt at repairing and maintaining heavy equipment on a mechanical level.

Powers/Skills:
-Concussive Shot
-Incendiary Ammo
-Carnage
-Adrenaline Rush
-Frag Grenades
-Cryo Ammo

Equipment and Resources:

-Striker assault rifle

-Haliat Armory Tornado Shotgun

-Cerberus Skunkworks M-358 Talon (acquired after the fall of Cronos Station and Cerberus when remaining Cerberus weapons were distributed to make up for equipment shortages across the warfront)

- Hanhe-Kedar Scorpion Heavy Armor

-Kassa Fabrication Polaris Omni-Tool

Sample Post:
“Will you turn that shit off?” 

The two humans turned away from the music player they’d salvaged from a general store that had largely survived the last Na'hesit offensive to look at the krogan, who was sitting on the hood of a destroyed Yolac, a kind of batarian infantry fighting vehicle, flipping through a datapad he’d found that was preloaded with a monthly magazine description from the same store. 

“What do you have against Celine Crawford? She’s a lot nicer sounding than listening to that electrorap stuff Jensen’s tried to force on us since the war began.” One of the men retorted. His name was Carl, a nice kid, but times like this made Rykarn want to throw him off the bridge into the river.

“She sounds like a space cow in heat and I like to hear myself think. Besides, her ilk are probably the primary reason batarians want to enslave you humans.” The krogan responded, turning his attention back to the magazine he was reading. The article was about this new prototype shotgun called Lieberschaft that shaved serrated metal pellets instead of the usual chunks that was already on a fast track to being banned from military use across Citadel space. Spoiled sports. Rykarn thought, looking at the ragged chunks torn out of ballistic gel from a test firing. 

“Aww, you really do care.” The other man, Johannes, said, walking up to the Yolac with a bottle of water he handed up to Rykarn, who took it without looking up. “What is a krogan doing fighting a human-batarian war?” he asked

Rykarn looked down at the man, who’s dark complexion was only a few shades lighter than the mop of hair on his head and contradictory to his bright green eyes. “Money. Also, batarians are fighting for the abolitionists, too. I don’t know why you humans think they’re all out to get you.” He observed.

Johannes shook his head. “No no, not what I meant. Just it’s a joint colony without a lot of offworlders. I guess what I’m saying is Anhur’s kind of out of the way and not really a big cog in galactic civilization. I guess what I’m saying is it doesn’t make a lot of sense for a krogan, of all people, to show up and fight the good fight. You’re breaking a lot of stereotypes. Aren’t you guys supposed to be the standard villainous henchmen?”

“Aside from the batarians? Sure.”

“Aside from the batarians.” Johannes nodded with a grin.

Rykarn set down the datapad and drained the bottle of water in a single mouthful. “Like I said, money. That and this is probably one of the last places I’d run into the Blood Pack out in the Terminus Systems. I didn’t leave them on the best of terms, so I’d like to give it of time before I run into somebody I know.” He explained, as if it were a super mundane explanation.

Carl perked up. “You were with the Blood Pack? Geez, you really were an asshole… are? I don’t know. Jury’s out.” It was hard to tell if he was joking. 

Rykarn grunted, tossing the bottle towards an open trash container. It landed a few meters off to the side. “Working for the Blood Pack for a krogan is about the same as you humans and your fast food restaurants. It gets you a pay cheque and is a step to something better, and I wasn’t enthusiastic about how they ran business. I feel better about being told to shoot someone if that someone can shoot back. I guess that’s part of why the offer to sign up to fight for your side was appealing; what the Na’Hesit want to do to the human colonists is cowardly. It’s easy to pick on someone when they can’t fight back, and you guys fought back. I respect that.” He said, head perking off to the side. “Ah. Speaking of the rutting pyjaks now. Here comes more armour.”

The three fighters scrambled into their entrenched fighting positions, Rykarn grabbing  an armful of Hydra missile launchers from where they were stashed away in the rubble, taking position with the launcher mounted on his shoulder, optics picking up the eezo signatures of the IFVs. Soon, the shooting started, and Carl and Johannes were returning fire under the awful droning of Celine Crawford. One of the other fighters opened up with a heavy machine-gun, forcing a number of batarians off the street and behind the armour. Soon, the enemy guns opened up, and forced the abolitionists behind cover while the vehicle column advanced. Suddenly, the music player was hit by a stray round and the hated pop singer ‘s voice vanished in a cloud of concrete and electronic parts. 

The first vehicle rolled into firing range, and Rykarn smiled from behind the sights. At least the batarians and I agree on one thing,  the krogan thought, squeezing the trigger and a trio of spiraling missiles erupted from the tri-barrel assembly of the launcher, piercing through the outer armour of the enemy Yolac and erupting from the inside-out, the turret launching clear of the chassis and the windows exploding out from concussive force.

Notes
-Still maintains contact with his brother Karnak and promised to revisit once a year
-He considers High Tide, Anhur his hometown, where he is seen as something of a folk hero thanks to his role in the Anhur Rebellion. 
-He is still on friendly terms with his teammates in Phrixus’ Rangers, although he hasn’t had contact with any of them for a few months. 
-Some in the Blood Pack are still hostile towards him for his departure, but on paper, his departure from the company was clean and won’t likely lead to future hostilities.
-Still has to complete his Rite of Honor to secure breeding rights in the krogan clans.

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I'm going to apologize in advance for how carried away I got with that. I was working on it for like 4 days now and the ideas just kind flowed out.

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	Wellp, here goes.

•	Ellis Taevon, “Ellis the Undying”
•	Human
•	Vanguard
•	34
•	Male
•	Scarred, quadriplegic, cannot exist outside of a regulated, nanite reinforced/maintained suit. The suit is matte black, designed for blitz attacks, and built with oversized plating for intimidation. The nanites give Ellis extraordinary regenerative capabilities.
•	Ellis was the younger of two brothers. His older brother became quite a prodigy in his own right, joining the ranks of C-Sec. Ellis was not so lucky. In an attack by a Turian pirate frigate, his father was killed, and Ellis left paralyzed. His brother was unharmed. Ellis suffered debilitating loneliness as the world passed him by. His mind unfettered, however, he was able to develop biotic abilities at an impressive, inhuman rate. At age 30, he received a message on his omnitool, encrypted with a biometric lock. It opened for him, and invited him to join a program for the gifted. The letter was addressed Cerberus.

He became an assassin, learning to hone his long-contained rage in a new, nanite-fueled body. He was famous, infamous, for his ability to soak up bullet after bullet after bullet, and still come back for more. Gradually, many came to fear him, earning him the nickname, “Ellis the Undying”. He still harbors a great hatred of Turians.

•	Ellis is a human supremacist, though he hides it well enough. After leaving Cerberus, when it was discovered that they had a hand in both the Reaper attacks and the Collectors, he finds himself in an idealogical chaos. But the Reapers are back. And this time, he’s ready. He has no interest in romance , as his primary motivator is revenge.
•	He is most famous for two incidents, one in which he was nearly killed, though no one knows that fact. The first, one Earth, when he alone was able to break the Reaper ground forces’ enemy line in Atlanta, and held them off alone for two hours, until reinforcements arrived.  The second, on Omega, wherein a platoon of Blue Suns got in the way of his objective. He killed them all, slowly and simultaneously.  His biotic abilities range from elementary, such as pulling or throwing, to the advanced and sadistic, such as his signature Iron Maiden, in which an adversary’s armor becomes their tomb, crushing tighter and tighter at varying intervals. He is revered for his book, “Gods of War”, and is known to be an exceptional tactician.
•	His Signature biotic manipulations include: “Iron Maiden”, aforementioned; “Dyson Sphere”, in which a victim’s shield or biotic barrier is turned into a kind of garbage disposal tornado; “Catch”, an ability that allows Ellis to transfer kinetic energy impacting his suit to the nanites, firing them like a shotgun blast with equivalent force. His suit’s cyberwarfare suite allows him impressive hacking capabilities. He is regarded as an expert in the field of Omni-tool Close Quarters Combat
	Skills
	-Biotic Charge
	-Catch
	-Throw
	-Incinerate
	-Tech Armor
	-Fortification
•	Ellis wears an experimental nanotech-infused suit that allows him extreme regenerative capabilities, and bears an impressive combat history and variety of skills that make him more of a necessity in combat than an asset, comparable to a talented Krogan Berserker veteran.
• sample-	“Ellis awoke, his suit’s alarm system releasing an ammonia-based inhalant to shock his wetware awake. His hardware needed no such assistance, and the nanites whirred to life like dense smoke to form the black armor that was so infamous over the naked grey exoskeleton that was so secret. His stature, his demeanor belied his loneliness and shame, but he was not one to be pitied. No, not Ellis the Undying.  There was someone on his ship, and now was no time to feel embarrassment. Intruders always went one way: through the airlock, in a bloody, wet cube.”

Ellis hates society for their rejection of him, hates his brother for leaving him all alone, and hates Turians for killing his father. He is not a happy person.

•	Please note, I myself am not a sadist, but I desire to be able to create a dark character. I hope that through this RP, I can explore the most morbid of character development.

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@PrivateVentures Please look to the OP for a copy of the Character Sheet Skeleton. 

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	And I thought that my background was long. @Dervish

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@PrivateVentures Please look to the OP for a copy of the Character Sheet Skeleton.@BlackSam3091

Haha, I thought I had followed it. I'm new to the roleplaying world. I've mostly just been writing in collaboration.

Can you help me highlight exactly what it is I did wrong here?

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@PrivateVentures - As far as I can see you've got most of the relevant info, but you haven't used the correct formatting. Just copy the skeleton then insert your characters information in place. 

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Name:
	Ellis Taevon
Race:
Human


Class:
Vanguard


Age:
34


Sex:
Male


Appearance:
Scarred, quadriplegic, cannot exist outside of a regulated, nanite reinforced/maintained suit. The suit is matte black, designed for blitz attacks, and built with oversized plating for intimidation. The nanites give Ellis extraordinary regenerative capabilities and resemble black smoke or vapor when changing outer forms.


Backstory:
Ellis grew up in a small family, cosisting of a brother, a father, and a cat. He never knew his mother. As a child, he was more interested in stories, games, and things of creative or imaginitive value. He had no interest in the guns or weapons of the life of an Arms merchant. His brother, on the other hand, took to it all too well, becoming their father's favored son. In a deal gone bad with a Turian militia faction, The Rising Eye, his father's cargo was detonated when they opened fire. Ellis' favorite place to read had been in the air ducts between the inner and outer hull. The fire rushed into the updraft. He only barely survived, his body suffering fifth and sixth degree burns so severe, they torched off his lower arms and legs instantly, leaving him with charred and tender stumps for the rest of his life.  His older brother survived, having been in the ship's cockpit, far away from the blast. The cat perished in decompression. Ellis' father was vaporized instantly when the charges imploded. Ellis' brother became quite a prodigy in his own right, joining the ranks of C-Sec. Ellis was not so lucky. Ellis suffered debilitating loneliness as the world passed him by. He was not exactly helpless, however, as he worked as an information broker, as best he could, selling secrets from his father's files. He made many enemies this way, but was a very hard person to assassinate, as his condition required round-the-clock care. Fearing for his life, he opted for L5n combat implants. His mind unbound, he was able to develop biotic abilities at an impressive, inhuman rate. He began experimenting with them in attempt to give himself new limbs, or at least some semblance of his former mobility. He succeeded only in developing some of the most horrifying biotic techniques in Adept history. He enrolled in classes for a degree in Psychology at Oxford, but never completed his degree. He intended to use his new education to develop biotic psychological warfare. R&D is still in progress. At age 30, he received a message on his omnitool, encrypted with a biometric lock, opening only for him. . The letter was addressed Cerberus, and read "We have heard of your gifts and would like to utilize them. You will be given suitable compensation." 

He became a hired terrorist, skilled in the art of fear. Morale was his enemy, and violence his weapon.

They gave him a body, human in nature, Geth in theory. He was famous, infamous, for his ability to soak up bullet after bullet after bullet, and still come back for more. Gradually, many came to fear him, earning him the nickname, “Ellis the Undying”. He yet harbored a great hatred of Turians. 

Ellis never quite learned how to repair or maintain his suit. Any damage to vital areas required attention by a trained, skilled, and classified technician. 

After leaving Cerberus for idealogical reasons, he worked as a gun for hire, always careful to monitor damage to his suit, as he would die without it. Word spread that Ellis the Undying was a free agent, and old enemies hunt him once more. There are too many, even for Ellis, and he alone knows that he is no longer Undying. Faced with mortality once more, he feels the fear he once forced on others. He now seeks companions, not only to protect him, but so that he can do something good, something decent before he dies. A change is at hand for Ellis.

Upon returning to Omega, one of his contacts sent him a classified message addressed to a prominent Krogan warrior, a "call up" from the Citadel. They needed an elite squad to ease tensions between races. Now was his chance to make right what was wrong. He answered the Call Up, ready to give his last breath for the greater good.


Psyche Profile:
Ellis was a human supremacist, though he hid it well enough. After leaving Cerberus, when it was discovered that they had a hand in both the Reaper attacks and the Collectors, he finds himself in an idealogical chaos. His paranoia is matched only by his newfound, terrifying need to redeem himself. Despite denouncing Cerberus, he still finds it difficult to ignore his past xenophobia. He is trying, though, and is even attempting to analyze and construct a new body, a hero's body, but alas, is still trapped in the guise of a monster. Ellis is lonely, and only now is he letting himself feel it.


Specialty:
He is most famous for two incidents, one in which he was nearly killed, though no one knows that fact. The first, one Earth, when he alone was able to break the Reaper ground forces’ enemy line in Atlanta, and held them off alone for two hours, until reinforcements arrived.  The second, on Omega, wherein a platoon of Blue Suns got in the way of his objective. He killed them all, slowly and simultaneously.  His biotic abilities range from elementary, such as pulling or throwing, to the advanced and sadistic, such as his signature Iron Maiden, in which an adversary’s armor becomes their tomb, crushing tighter and tighter at varying intervals. He cares little for technology, his suit providing basic hacking and cybersecurity. As such, he has great disdain for Engineers and tech specialists.


Powers/Skills:
His Signature biotic manipulations include: “Iron Maiden”, aforementioned; “Dyson Sphere”, in which a victim’s shield or biotic barrier is turned into a kind of garbage disposal tornado; “Catch”, an ability that allows Ellis to transfer kinetic energy on impact to another object in physical contact with Ellis suit, i.e. a wall, another human being. He was regarded as an expert in the field of Omni-tool Close Quarters Combat
	Skills
	-Biotic Charge
	-Catch
	-Dyson Sphere
	-Cryo Ammo
	-Throw
	-Fortification


Equipment and Resources:
Ellis wears an experimental survival suit that allows him extreme shock-absorbing capabilities, and bears an impressive combat history and variety of skills that make him more of a weapon than a soldier, comparable to a fire-and-forget missile.
He also carries a M358 Talon heavy pistol and M96 Mattock marksman rifle, modified for antimaterial ammunition.


Sample Post:
[indent]“Ellis awoke, his suit’s alarm system releasing an ammonia-based inhalant to shock his wetware awake. His hardware needed no such assistance, and the servos hummed to life like little buzzsaws, their characteristic tone music to Ellis' augmented ears. He stood, six foot six, head and shoulders, a boy who was once the smallest in the galaxy, (in his mind). His stature, his demeanor belied his loneliness and shame, but he was not one to be pitied. No, not Ellis the Undying. But he was not Undying, and berated himself for the fear that iced his blood.  There was someone on his ship, and now was no time for fear. Intruders always went one way: through the airlock, in a bloody, wet cube. 

A young girl, an Asari, maybe, or a human, stood before him in white armor. A biotic barrier sizzled over her body. The pistol shook in her hands as she raised it slowly, to meet Ellis' eye. He cocked his head, activated and fortified his own barrier, and waited. 'Y-you killed my dad.' Ellis withheld his surprise. It was a young boy! 'A-nd n-now you're gonna pay.' The boy was getting less confident by the minute. Ellis overclocked the servos on his right arm, like a batter winding up for a swing, and his hand shot out and snatched the pistol from the child's fingers before even fingers touched trigger. 

'Boy', Ellis said, his own hands crunching the weapon to a mangled mess, 'How did you get on my schooner?' The child was terrified, literally shaking in his boots. 'I need to know', as the heat sink clattered to the floor, 'how you got on my ship.' The boy stayed silent, save for a panicked muttering. Ellis raised the gun-turned-steel wool so that that the kid could see it. 'When you come to a good party, you bring a good gift.' Ellis drew his own pistol, and called to his ship's VI. 'NERO! INTRUDER!' The ship's yoke flipped away, revealing an ultraviolet laser, humming to life, generally reserved for ship to ship to ship combat. NERO, spoke, a cool female voice like that of an emergency services operator, 
'One intruder detected, sir. Initiate Purge?'
'Well, boy? How did you get on my ship?' The kid's legs gave out as he practically sobbed,
'I stowed away! Omega!' Ellis chuckled.
'Omega? Any family there?' The kid relaxed a bit, in surrender.
'My mom! Two sisters!' Ellis set his pistol back on his hip. 
'You have a name, I presume?'
'Rakhtesh. My mom named me after a krogan.' Ellis tilted his head, puzzled. 'She fell in love with him before my dad.' 
'So, he isn't "a krogan", he was your mother's love.'
'I guess. Are you gonna kill me?' Ellis laughed out loud, he couldn't help it, the voice synthesizer giving slight feedback to the sound. The boy was not amused.
'Of course not. NERO, shut that crap off. Rakhtesh, if your mother named you after her love, she must love you. Very much, I might add.' The kid was more uneasy than ever.
'W-what are you doing?'
'I'm trying.' 
'If you're trying to scare me, it's working. If you aren't gonna kill me, can you just take me back?'
'NERO, set course for Omega. Rakhtesh, who was your dad?'
'John Taylor. You didn't kill him.'
'But you said-'
'That man was [i]not[i] my father.'
'Then who did I kill?'
'Rakhtesh.'"

Notes
Ellis hated society for their rejection of him, hated his brother for leaving him all alone, and hated Turians for killing his father. He has a lot of problems to work through, but is desperate to fix himself before he dies.

His primary source of income is selling information, both about his father's dealings, of which there were many, as well as classified Cerberus information.

In combat, his fury tends to overcome his common sense, and he overclocks his suit and augments in a blind rage. Afterward, his body requires a four new heat sinks, also forcing him to use his ammunition carefully.

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Huzzah, this is a placeholder.

@BlackSam3091 No one said anything when I announced my intentions to make a vorcha character, so I'm assuming that doing so is okay?

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