Appearance:

Name: Lehra'Tak Adirmo

Age: 36

Sex: Male

Species: Sangheili

Bio: Lehra'Tak was born and raised on Sangheilios. As is custom for his species, he received rudimentary military training, but at age was permitted to choose to join his birth parents on the Citadel or remain on his home planet, he chose the Citadel.

His parents were minor politicians, mostly paper pushers, keeping things in order and making sure the Council wasn't shorting the newest race on the Galactic Scene, Lehr wasn't fond of his parents, but he was even less fond of staying on his stifling home world. He worked odd-jobs on the Citadel to acquire funding, and set out on public transportation into the Galaxy.

His first "permanent" home was on Omega, hive of scum and villainy that it is, his species standard training in self defense kept him alive, and even earned him a small reputation as a street brawler. Sangheili are particularly physically capable, even more so than Turians. Lehr made connections and earned his living in Omega's underworld, but again, felt the call to go and do something more. Sticking in one place wasn't exactly his idea of exciting. With enough for a rifle, some armor, and a Combat-Spec Omni-Tool (though not a particularly stable one) he figured he might be able to do something a little more varied than work as muscle on Omega, Freelance mercenary work. His connections on Omega let him get out into the Galaxy and always have somewhere safe to hide, and through careful concealment of his identity (Sanghelios does not share records with just anybody, and his parents did not care where their son had gone) he managed to remain anonymous, just another face in the mercenary crowd. Operating through Pseudonyms and cipher's even with his most trusted friends. (admittedly a safe practice on Omega) His lack of an official record of any sort and near anonymous identity would give him the biggest break of his life.

A friend of his managed to find a list of Potential Spectres, and through clever hacking, and more than a bit of luck, Lehr got his name on that list. He traveled back to the Citadel, resuming his normal identity as though nothing had happened, and when it came time for Spectre evaluation, nobody expected the no-name Sangheili to perform as well or better than the military elites.

As a result, he obtained the ultimate freedom, the title of Spectre, with his own, Council assigned ship and mission. To guard diplomats on a first contact deployment? It could be exciting, perhaps.

Personality: Sangheili are a lot like Turians, they are brusque, a little violent, and militaristic. Lehr has some of that in him, especially due to his traditionalist upbringing. But he isn't all violent, knowing where peace and conversation are vital, as well as subterfuge. He learned a little bit of trickery from his politician parents, and even more on the streets of Omega.

Position: Council Spectre, ex-mercenary

Specialization: Combat Engineer. Lehr is experienced in a variety of close combat weapons and Omni-Tool applications. He excels in close to mid range, but is competent even as a designated marksman from the back. He is particularly accustomed to fighting inside ships. The Spectre is also adept at on the fly tactics and application of strategy to fit evolving situations, having designed a number of Omni-tool programs himself, for combat and non-combat use. As with most of his race, Lehr is extremely deadly with hand to hand combat weapons, particularly his personal Energy Swords.

Two Sangheilian Energy Swords. Based off the traditional design of his species that had been used for eons, but made from plasma, they are also easier to store when not powered on. Because they were designed for Sangheilian four digited hands, most other races would have difficulty holding them.



Sangheilian Type-27 Energy Rifle systems. Also utilizing plasma technology, this highly modular assault rifle is useful in nearly any situation.



A combat specialized Omni-Tool, with a number of Lehr's personal programs installed, most notably, Eezo Core hacking, a specialized combat program that causes detonation of standard Eezo cores in most ballistic weapons, creating a localized singularity.

Sangheili Assassin Combat Armor, (above) light but effective armor, with numerous magnetic holsters for gear as well as an on board shield generator and omni-tool core, providing extra power and materials. It also has a personal cloaking system, but it cannot function for long periods.

Name:
Ken'Koris vas Yaska

Race:
Quarian

Call sign/ nickname:
Arrowhead.

Age:
26

Weight:
181 lbs, 82 kg.

Height:
5'8

Appearance:

Sometimes he will wear a few buttons on his chest. These vary from Shepard-era recruiting campaigns to buttons picturing Tali'Zorah as Shepard's crew member or one of the many Flotilla spaceships.

Personality:
Ken'Koris is a very outgoing and sociable Quarian, always looking for the right moment to speak with others and make new friends, often quickly warming up to them and treating them like family just after a few weeks of knowing them. He attacks problems head-on, with very little thought as to the consequences of his actions in the long run, which, when he's got someone to keep him in check, is not a considerable problem. His profession has many times led him to dangerous places and many near-death situations, but he's always come out on top given to his perseverance and courage.

Class:
Soldier.

Powers:
Adrenaline Rush, Concussive Shot, Fitness, Combat Mastery, Disruptor Ammo, Incendiary Ammo, Grenade.

Biography:
Born to a family of stable position in the Homeworld due to their status as renowned mechanics, Ken'Koris always had whatever it was he needed. Brought up and educated to become the next big mechanic, Ken never really liked the dull and uninteresting long hours of tinkering with machines- Beings that didn't even speak or think.

The prospects of having such a boring life in the future always turned Ken off, and he often managed to find ways to get himself into trouble- Fun trouble. Exploring, petting unknown creatures, disturbing swarms of insects. The kind of trouble that a kid could cause to have fun in a place where isolation from the Galaxy was the norm. So the years passed with Ken banding up with other kids to explore and play while he was free, and studying boring subjects while he was at home. Eventually, at the age of fifteen, Ken decided to let his parents know of his decision. He'd told them that he'd join the Quarian Navy. Not because of any ideal, but because through all of his life, he had seen some dangers in his Homeworld. Dangers that had to be controlled if they would have a chance at living in peace.

But his wish was denied. His parents, worried about his safety, prevented him from joining the army, crushing his dreams for the first time. A year passed, with Ken's resentment growing each day. When his sixteenth birthday came, he was fed up. Tired of being forced to study something he didn't even like, he escaped, and with the help of one of his friends, he managed to get a pass off-world in a not very trustworthy ship. The ship moved for days, stopping only when it needed to refuel or resupply in one or another pirate station.

Eventually he ended up in the Citadel, landing a job with a very shady man. The job was simple. He would stand in front of doors, carrying a pistol and pretending to protect whatever was behind. Surely, he never actually knew what was behind the doors, but it was a job that fed him and allowed him to rent a place. A meagre living, poor and barely hygienic enough to not die of exposure... But it was a living nonetheless.

it was in the Citadel that he came into contact with Galactic History, after going to a museum and finding out about Tali'Zorah and Sheppard, and the many other crew members that helped save the Galaxy all those years ago. From that moment, he did whatever he could to get enough credits to start a small collection of relics of the Reaper Invasion and Sheppard's bravery. Eventually they were the only possessions he had that he felt he was connected to.

Months passed and everything was fine until one fateful day. He heard screaming from behind the doors. Naturally, he was scared, and after minutes of hearing the screams, when his partner went off into the restroom, he left.

He was quick to contact his few friends and get a passage off the Citadel with whatever credits he had left, and returned to the Homeworld.

It was a year after his original escape and once he arrived without meeting his parents and never planning to, he was gladly accepted into the navy. He went through boot camp, medicine classes, three years of outstanding service in field of Search & Destroy and Reconnaissance and two years in Spec Ops training followed by three more years of outstanding field service as an Special Operative.

His service gathered the attention of the Citadel Council, and he was discreetly offered to be recruited into the ranks of the Spectres. He didn't waste a second in accepting the offer.

Name: Silver Lining
Species: Equestrian
Race: Pegasus
Age: 33
Appearance: A pegasus of impressive stature. Not as large as the tallest earth ponies but far larger and brawnier than your average pegasus and earth ponies. His coat is a dark grey almost like steel, his main and tail are both bright red and cut military short. A few old scars adorn his fore-legs as well as a significantly long one along the front of his chest. His Cutie mark is a Black cloud, though when the right light catches it just right a shining silver outline in visible. As his name and cutie mark suggests one of his greatest strengths is finding the good from bad.

History: Born to the busy city of Las Pegasus, it wasn't an easy place to grow up in. The streets could be rough and the skies could be even more so. It was even harder for a young pony and his sickly mother. Shortly after getting out of basic schooling he began working to help support him and his mother. He found a place part-time weather squad as his strong wings made him a useful element to the team. Given his natural size and considerable strength he even took up a verity of odd jobs among nearby earth pony communities. His strength also got him less than savory jobs. Medical bills are never easy and some underhoffed ponys always need some extra muscle around. From being a goon to even underground prize fighting, Silver earned something of a reputation. He was never pleased or proud of these roles but H\he was nothing if not loyal to his mother, even if he had to dirty his name and take care for her not to find out to keep her in good health.

Eventually He got caught in over his head and red hoofed. He had to serve time, but given one of the chief guards that arrested him and worked the case was a old friend of his departed father he got off with a very light sentence. This was the end of his illegal activities as it nearly cost him his future and the respect of his mother.

But, as he learned very early in his life, good can come from bad. The rekindling of the connection between his mother and pony that had once been a close friend of his father ended up opening up some new paths for him he hadn't considered. With that colts help he was able to support his mom long enough till he was old enough to enlisted in the Royal Guard with a helpful recommendation of course given his less than clean record. Strong and dedicated ponies always had a place among their ranks, and the Royal Guards have never had a single reason to regret Accepting Silver Lining. The benefits of working among the royal guard also made it far easier to provide the support his mother needed. He took to learning navigation and furthering his combat skills as exploration was something he was keenly interested in, especially that of exploring outside the bounds of their sky. He made the rank Captain, and has done a few short tours in space.

Notable Equipment: Silver Lining's primary defensive and offensive equipment is a special set of Pegusus armor called the "Cerberus Mail". It has many of the standard of the equstrian military armor; A mana-gun mounted over his left shoulder, and an Ether shield that can protect from magical and physical attacks; But these are both weaker on this armors standard form than they are on other royal armors. This is due to the majority of this armors power being focused on the generation of weather clouds. The enchantments and tech than make this armor possible have actually existed since these predating Princess Twilight's ascension; a rudimentary and weaker version was used on the Wonderbolts uniforms for decades. Hence the trail of clouds that followed in their wake during performances. While those clods were inert of weather and dissipated in a few seconds the Cerberus Mail produces 3 small but very potent clouds. One cloud produces lighting, one produces rain and ice, the last produces winds. The three pronged attack nature giving the weaponised armor its name.

while they can be left in place they, unless made to do so by the user they will hover close to and follow the user and require impute from pegasus to really activated; weaker input can be given remotely from the armor, but for truly powerful attack direct interaction must be made. This is a difficult armor to master and can only be used by powerful weather manipulators and strong fliers. Silver still considers himself mediocre at best.