Aermon Sax, full name too long to list, was born on Jaëto in an unusually small clutch of eggs, only a dozen being laid from a mother that died before he and his brothers hatched. As a result, they imprinted on their father, a man largely preoccupied with his work and lacking time to singlehandedly raise twelve kids. They were largely left with extended family while they were being raised, all except Aermon, who showed an interest in his father’s work. As such, the two formed a very close bond throughout his childhood.

The younger Salarian quickly came to surpass his father’s engineering capabilities, and by his 10th birthday, he was contributing to the bleeding edge technology his race was famous for, though he stood out from others in making sure everything he created was reliable. From firearms to shields, he could create anything small scale that benefitted life. As he aged a little further, worked as a machinist briefly, then STG picked him up and made a soldier out of him, turning him from backyard inventor to combat engineer in a few months time.

Several firefights, which mostly involved the removal of a number of crime lords from Salarian space, and a few years later, he left STG upon becoming frustrated with the lack of progress being made against law breakers. He moved to the Citadel, using some of the wealth he had left over from his days of inventing to flat out purchase an upscale apartment and some space to get back into the swing of creating, intending to completely abandon his life of covert operation.

Unfortunately, it came back to bite him quickly. One of the mobsters he had personally imprisoned found him walking the Wards one day and attempted to gun him down, which worked partially. All he remembers of the incident was waking up later in the Huerta Memorial Hospital with bandages covering his entire torso.

Since then, he’s actively avoided going deep into the Wards and has mostly stuck to the Presidium, venturing from his apartment only to purchase food or attend some kind of social gathering. He spends most of his time tinkering, creating whatever comes to mind that could benefit someone and making credits off of his patents for various things. His biggest seller has been a civilian-grade electromagnetic shield that could be worn with most outfits. It only stops a few bullets, but it recharges quickly and has saved numerous lives.

Recently, Aermon has won the drawing to attend the memorial of the Reaper Invasion, and fully intends to go with a handgun in his back pocket.

@Andromedai I’m feeling hella lazy so you’ll get your sample post later. You know I can write already.