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If there's anything questionable or so, please tell me and I'll update it immediately. But overall, I had fun making this character. Sorry if it's a bit long though!
If there's anything questionable or so, please tell me and I'll update it immediately. But overall, I had fun making this character. Sorry if it's a bit long though!
Name:
Race:
Class:
Age:
Sex:
Appearance:
- Height: 5’5”
- Weight: 185lbs
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Rayes'Xum vas Fowal, Rayes'Xum nar Yaron, Rayes
Race:
Quarian
Class:
Engineer
Age:
26
Sex:
Male
Appearance:
- Height: 5’5”
- Weight: 185lbs
Backstory:
Rayes'Xum nar Yaron, a Quarian born in 2164, being aboard the Yaron along with his parents and several kin. His father was mainly aboard the Patrol Fleet, while his mother was a researcher focused on the Special Projects arm of the Migrant Fleet. Both were fearful of the health and protection of their child, and as such never dared to expose their child to the world outside of the migrant fleet. They were scared of their son’s curiosity, whom at the time knew relatively nothing of the world and was eager to learn. They did their best to fill that void once their son got his suit by flooding him with information that a young Quarian could understand. And when he wasn’t meant to be studying, often he would wander around the migrant fleet, listening to stories that they loved to tell. Stories of Rannoch, their beloved homeworld which was lost to them due to losing control of the geth, an artificial intelligence that they never intended to create that way. They’d speak of Quarian dancers, and their seemingly lost love for music. Little Rayes would soak in as much information as possible that he could from these stories, even if some of them weren’t actually true.
This desire for knowledge helped in his teens, as he focused a majority of his time then into doing what his parents did. From his father, he could study various navigation paths in the galaxy, and to a little further extent ship layouts and the engineering behind them. From his mother, he could further his knowledge of technology and understanding of the geth, something his mother believed that every Quarian should have a base knowledge of, to which most do. Instead of being a fighter, Rayes expertise began to shine in how to handle technology and repair or destroy it, noticing flaws in systems that would otherwise take a more trained eye to catch, and exploiting it. Exploitation came in the form of hacking, which while he was limited to certain objects on the migrant fleet, those he often did stumble across were heavily safeguarded beyond his skill comprehension at the moment, leading him to only want to become more invested in it. These skills would become vital when he could begin on his pilgrimage.
Naive, young, and somewhat confident in himself, Rayes didn’t listen to his fellow Quarians when they insisted that he go off towards the Citadel, a place where things would be the least likely to cause him harm or vise versa. They made sure to give him several parting gifts as incentives for him to listen, such as a Sirta Foundation Omni-Tool, various medical stimuli to keep him healthy should he become sick, along with Medi-Gel that a Quarian could use should he ever become injured. But instead of listening to their advice, Rayes felt bold. It was his first true experience away from the Migrant Fleet, and he wanted to make it memorable. The Citadel didn’t seem like a place that would suit him, believing it to be the easy way out of his pilgrimage. Instead, he went to a place that he believed could be exciting, Illium.
Oh boy, was in he in for a rough time there. Immediately upon arrival after transferring through several ships, the young Quarian landed in hot water and was thrown into the frying pan. He was easily kidnapped by Asari who had a multitude of ‘indentured servants’ , and thus easily sold to a faction of the Eclipse on Illium due to his prowess with technology, something the Eclipse loved to use and subsequently broke. He was forced into repairing the Eclipse’s weaponry and and technological equipment, acting as a kind of repairman for the criminal organization. And while the situation seemed hopeless as it felt like he was always under constant discrimination and surveillance, he believed something good was bound to happen. And until then, he’d have to endure with the choice he made. The discrimination came from the various Humans and Asari stationed on his section of Illium, who thought of Rayes as a cheap punching bag for their enjoyment. He often found himself having to scan the measly portions he was given, and on several occasions couldn’t eat it due to his body not being compatible with the food. Most likely some sick joke, or maybe they wanted him to get sick. He didn’t know nor care, instead doing his best not to make any sort of scenes. He played the role they wanted him to, a seemingly malleable and easily pushed around slave.
A year went by, and the Quarian had not contacted his family to inform them of his pilgrimage. In fact, to the Eclipse, they began to see the usefulness of Rayes. While he had started off small, eventually he had begun to repair the Eclipse mechs, and sometimes was forced to repair damages done to spaceships if he was given the right schematics. And if they were desperate, he’d be escorted to various terminals or infiltration operations, where his hacking skills could be put to good use. They never gave him a gun on these rare occurrences though, believing he would still try to escape if an opportunity arose. And while all was forced labor, at least, in his eyes, it was something that he liked and could vastly improve on. He got to work with weapons and mechs he had never seen before, hack systems that wouldn’t have been available on the Citadel, and even repair some of their ships, all of these encompassing new technology that the Eclipse managed to get their greedy hands on. Working with technology of this caliber wouldn’t have happened on the Citadel, however… He also wouldn’t be in an extremely dreadful situation. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he was just a pawn, and if they ever felt he wasn’t useful, he knew they would dispose of him. They didn’t watch him as much anymore, but they still treated him like he was just a tool, and as such he was placed into terrible conditions on the off chances he would get proper rest. Often, he found himself questioning the pilgrimage, seeing this more of an eye opener than a proper trip to bring something valuable to his family… Something valuable… Surely the Eclipse, he thought, would have something. Having been in close quarters with them for so long, he had noticed they were lax around him, not being perceived as much of a threat anymore as he’d been around for well over a year now, and he would have to use that to his advantage if he ever wanted to see his home again. He knew he couldn’t beat them in a gunfight, there were simply too many and too skilled for his relatively poor gun expertise. All that time repairing their weapons, and he probably couldn’t even properly handle them himself.
Another year, and he missed the Migrant Fleet with all his heart. There was no engine on Illium, only a cage and despair. There was no bond, no loyalty, only grief and deception, and Rayes believed he’d have to use that to his advantage. As they continued to bring him on several operations for his hacking expertise, he began leaving traces that he had been there, and while he would comply with their needs, he also began saving the data for himself. The Eclipse had grown soft around checking his Omni-Tool, as two years of nothing made them feel he was at least somewhat loyal to them. But he had already started to record the technology he worked on, documenting every detail he could about their supposed latest and greatest thing that busted. While it was often not substantial at first, and generally followed with a return to working on something they had planned, eventually he began to steal more, hacking with efficiency only a Quarian could. Surely there’d be some sort of information he could use to escape? A way to send a message? Surely, he felt, someone would find and put together the clues he had left behind... He had learned of awful things that he missed in his absence from some of the information he had kept, such as the citadel being attacked by something called a reaper, the supposed death and revival of a human Spectre named Commander Shepard… It was hard to swallow how much time had past… And how much trust the humans were getting. The ones in the Eclipse were dreadful, and were the most cruel, twisting the stories he had heard from his kin on the Migrant Fleet. Hopefully this Shepard was better, but he was extremely doubtful.
A chance of escape came one day as he scoured through some stolen Eclipse files on his omni tool, being allowed to wander the cargo terminal the Eclipse had decided to occupy, only for the silence to be broken upon the sound of gunfire becoming vastly apparent. He noticed Eclipse Gunships in the area, several of which he wondered of if he’d repaired before, only to be shoved to the side by an Eclipse Engineer, forcing Rayes to take cover. There was a conversation at first, but then the gunfire soon continued and Rayes hid as far away as he could, allowing the firefight to pass as it went downward towards the Cargo Terminals, and his former “employers.” He took this opportunity to slowly but surely follow the conflict until the group in front of him took an elevator towards the docks. That elevator was his escape, but an escape towards what? He had no money, no credits to go anywhere… Until, as he wandered in the shadows of Illium, he heard of an information broker who potentially could help him. With all other options gone, and little time to waste before the Eclipse would notice him missing, he hastily made his way towards the supposed broker.
He sold all the information he had stolen for a ticket to the citadel, but made sure to keep it for himself as well, and along with several credits for the info. Sure, it was a dangerous gamble to allow her to copy his data, but surprisingly she understood his desire to keep it… and things got better from that day. He had managed to find a place that hired him as a repairman for weapons and technology, and once he had enough credits to fly home, he immediately did so. He had had enough surprises on his pilgrimage to last a lifetime, and they accepted his data on the Eclipse, the technology he had worked on, schematics he recorded, and importantly weapon details, and accepted a role on board the Fowal. His family was astonished by how much he endured, furious that he had not listened to them, but ultimately glad that he had survived. He adapted a much more suitable appearance to commemorate his return from a grim situation, and began working immediately on the Fowal, just months before the reapers return. In this short span, Rayes became known for his improvements to weapons to be used for the fleet and against the Geth, along with his research on potential environmental suit improvements, something that he had become inspired to make due to the harshness of Illium.
The Fowal was a ship dedicated to the research of expanding Quarian technology, investigating new weapons and the study of the Geth, an enemy that, once he learned the admiralty board soon declared war on them, Rayes was rather skeptical about it all. He didn’t believe the Geth were necessarily in the wrong for their actions, and while he longed to see the fabled homeworld of Rannoch, destroying something more advanced and sentient than the simple mechs he had repaired seemed… awful. But he knew better than to question his superiors, and at first, it seems the modifications he had worked on seemed to bolster the Quarian’s power against the Geth… Until they accepted Reaper help.
But hope wasn’t lost, and while many ships suffered casualties, things started looking up once they learned Commander Shepard would help. A name that Rayes became all too familiar with when he first returned to the Migrant Fleet, having heard of his exploits and helping the Quarian Tali’zora Vas Normandy, someone Rayes slightly remembers growing up around with. With their help, they did the impossible, stepping foot on Rannoch as the Battle for Rannoch began. To Rayes, it was frightening, being inexperienced in combat, but he made up for it with his insights against the Geth, providing support and cover fire, and doing his best to hack the enemy barriers and shields. It felt like forever, but ultimately, it seemed like the Quarian's would win, but instead came an agreement to coexist with the Geth. Rayes was rather pleased with this idea, not only due to how it was peaceful, but also because it would allow him to greatly study the Geth and get information from them while they were still active. While it was fun to study a piece of technology that was broken, studying an active sentient Geth would be amazing.
Rayes was not selected to go and join the fight with the reapers, he was instead sent to go and help build the crucible, something he took immense pleasure from upon arrival as they saw his technical prowess as an excellent edition. He helped make great strides into it’s creation, being able to offer suggestions in an environment he never thought he’d see. On Illium, he was treated like scum, a simple object meant to be manipulated, but he here, he was wanted, appreciated even… And, everyone was working together. This wasn't about species or race anymore, it was about survival, and to think, a human had started it all, with the help of an asari prothean expert. Maybe... the Eclipse were just an oddity, just like how some Quarian's were oddities in their own right.
So when it was eventually complete and fulfilled it’s purpose, he came home proud that he had helped defeat the reapers in his own way. He helped in the process of colonizing Rannoch, and ultimately in the construction, with the help of the Geth, of upgrading the Quarian Fleet. Currently, Rayes is on Rannoch, studying the reapers with the help of Geth information and looking for a way to utilize the technology that had been scattered across the galaxy when the reapers were annihilated. Maybe, he thought, it could be used to create better protection for the future. The Geth have already helped him make immense strides in Quarian environmental suits, and he believes they can be utilized for much more than their original purposes or what the reapers had for them.
This desire for knowledge helped in his teens, as he focused a majority of his time then into doing what his parents did. From his father, he could study various navigation paths in the galaxy, and to a little further extent ship layouts and the engineering behind them. From his mother, he could further his knowledge of technology and understanding of the geth, something his mother believed that every Quarian should have a base knowledge of, to which most do. Instead of being a fighter, Rayes expertise began to shine in how to handle technology and repair or destroy it, noticing flaws in systems that would otherwise take a more trained eye to catch, and exploiting it. Exploitation came in the form of hacking, which while he was limited to certain objects on the migrant fleet, those he often did stumble across were heavily safeguarded beyond his skill comprehension at the moment, leading him to only want to become more invested in it. These skills would become vital when he could begin on his pilgrimage.
Naive, young, and somewhat confident in himself, Rayes didn’t listen to his fellow Quarians when they insisted that he go off towards the Citadel, a place where things would be the least likely to cause him harm or vise versa. They made sure to give him several parting gifts as incentives for him to listen, such as a Sirta Foundation Omni-Tool, various medical stimuli to keep him healthy should he become sick, along with Medi-Gel that a Quarian could use should he ever become injured. But instead of listening to their advice, Rayes felt bold. It was his first true experience away from the Migrant Fleet, and he wanted to make it memorable. The Citadel didn’t seem like a place that would suit him, believing it to be the easy way out of his pilgrimage. Instead, he went to a place that he believed could be exciting, Illium.
Oh boy, was in he in for a rough time there. Immediately upon arrival after transferring through several ships, the young Quarian landed in hot water and was thrown into the frying pan. He was easily kidnapped by Asari who had a multitude of ‘indentured servants’ , and thus easily sold to a faction of the Eclipse on Illium due to his prowess with technology, something the Eclipse loved to use and subsequently broke. He was forced into repairing the Eclipse’s weaponry and and technological equipment, acting as a kind of repairman for the criminal organization. And while the situation seemed hopeless as it felt like he was always under constant discrimination and surveillance, he believed something good was bound to happen. And until then, he’d have to endure with the choice he made. The discrimination came from the various Humans and Asari stationed on his section of Illium, who thought of Rayes as a cheap punching bag for their enjoyment. He often found himself having to scan the measly portions he was given, and on several occasions couldn’t eat it due to his body not being compatible with the food. Most likely some sick joke, or maybe they wanted him to get sick. He didn’t know nor care, instead doing his best not to make any sort of scenes. He played the role they wanted him to, a seemingly malleable and easily pushed around slave.
A year went by, and the Quarian had not contacted his family to inform them of his pilgrimage. In fact, to the Eclipse, they began to see the usefulness of Rayes. While he had started off small, eventually he had begun to repair the Eclipse mechs, and sometimes was forced to repair damages done to spaceships if he was given the right schematics. And if they were desperate, he’d be escorted to various terminals or infiltration operations, where his hacking skills could be put to good use. They never gave him a gun on these rare occurrences though, believing he would still try to escape if an opportunity arose. And while all was forced labor, at least, in his eyes, it was something that he liked and could vastly improve on. He got to work with weapons and mechs he had never seen before, hack systems that wouldn’t have been available on the Citadel, and even repair some of their ships, all of these encompassing new technology that the Eclipse managed to get their greedy hands on. Working with technology of this caliber wouldn’t have happened on the Citadel, however… He also wouldn’t be in an extremely dreadful situation. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he was just a pawn, and if they ever felt he wasn’t useful, he knew they would dispose of him. They didn’t watch him as much anymore, but they still treated him like he was just a tool, and as such he was placed into terrible conditions on the off chances he would get proper rest. Often, he found himself questioning the pilgrimage, seeing this more of an eye opener than a proper trip to bring something valuable to his family… Something valuable… Surely the Eclipse, he thought, would have something. Having been in close quarters with them for so long, he had noticed they were lax around him, not being perceived as much of a threat anymore as he’d been around for well over a year now, and he would have to use that to his advantage if he ever wanted to see his home again. He knew he couldn’t beat them in a gunfight, there were simply too many and too skilled for his relatively poor gun expertise. All that time repairing their weapons, and he probably couldn’t even properly handle them himself.
Another year, and he missed the Migrant Fleet with all his heart. There was no engine on Illium, only a cage and despair. There was no bond, no loyalty, only grief and deception, and Rayes believed he’d have to use that to his advantage. As they continued to bring him on several operations for his hacking expertise, he began leaving traces that he had been there, and while he would comply with their needs, he also began saving the data for himself. The Eclipse had grown soft around checking his Omni-Tool, as two years of nothing made them feel he was at least somewhat loyal to them. But he had already started to record the technology he worked on, documenting every detail he could about their supposed latest and greatest thing that busted. While it was often not substantial at first, and generally followed with a return to working on something they had planned, eventually he began to steal more, hacking with efficiency only a Quarian could. Surely there’d be some sort of information he could use to escape? A way to send a message? Surely, he felt, someone would find and put together the clues he had left behind... He had learned of awful things that he missed in his absence from some of the information he had kept, such as the citadel being attacked by something called a reaper, the supposed death and revival of a human Spectre named Commander Shepard… It was hard to swallow how much time had past… And how much trust the humans were getting. The ones in the Eclipse were dreadful, and were the most cruel, twisting the stories he had heard from his kin on the Migrant Fleet. Hopefully this Shepard was better, but he was extremely doubtful.
A chance of escape came one day as he scoured through some stolen Eclipse files on his omni tool, being allowed to wander the cargo terminal the Eclipse had decided to occupy, only for the silence to be broken upon the sound of gunfire becoming vastly apparent. He noticed Eclipse Gunships in the area, several of which he wondered of if he’d repaired before, only to be shoved to the side by an Eclipse Engineer, forcing Rayes to take cover. There was a conversation at first, but then the gunfire soon continued and Rayes hid as far away as he could, allowing the firefight to pass as it went downward towards the Cargo Terminals, and his former “employers.” He took this opportunity to slowly but surely follow the conflict until the group in front of him took an elevator towards the docks. That elevator was his escape, but an escape towards what? He had no money, no credits to go anywhere… Until, as he wandered in the shadows of Illium, he heard of an information broker who potentially could help him. With all other options gone, and little time to waste before the Eclipse would notice him missing, he hastily made his way towards the supposed broker.
He sold all the information he had stolen for a ticket to the citadel, but made sure to keep it for himself as well, and along with several credits for the info. Sure, it was a dangerous gamble to allow her to copy his data, but surprisingly she understood his desire to keep it… and things got better from that day. He had managed to find a place that hired him as a repairman for weapons and technology, and once he had enough credits to fly home, he immediately did so. He had had enough surprises on his pilgrimage to last a lifetime, and they accepted his data on the Eclipse, the technology he had worked on, schematics he recorded, and importantly weapon details, and accepted a role on board the Fowal. His family was astonished by how much he endured, furious that he had not listened to them, but ultimately glad that he had survived. He adapted a much more suitable appearance to commemorate his return from a grim situation, and began working immediately on the Fowal, just months before the reapers return. In this short span, Rayes became known for his improvements to weapons to be used for the fleet and against the Geth, along with his research on potential environmental suit improvements, something that he had become inspired to make due to the harshness of Illium.
The Fowal was a ship dedicated to the research of expanding Quarian technology, investigating new weapons and the study of the Geth, an enemy that, once he learned the admiralty board soon declared war on them, Rayes was rather skeptical about it all. He didn’t believe the Geth were necessarily in the wrong for their actions, and while he longed to see the fabled homeworld of Rannoch, destroying something more advanced and sentient than the simple mechs he had repaired seemed… awful. But he knew better than to question his superiors, and at first, it seems the modifications he had worked on seemed to bolster the Quarian’s power against the Geth… Until they accepted Reaper help.
But hope wasn’t lost, and while many ships suffered casualties, things started looking up once they learned Commander Shepard would help. A name that Rayes became all too familiar with when he first returned to the Migrant Fleet, having heard of his exploits and helping the Quarian Tali’zora Vas Normandy, someone Rayes slightly remembers growing up around with. With their help, they did the impossible, stepping foot on Rannoch as the Battle for Rannoch began. To Rayes, it was frightening, being inexperienced in combat, but he made up for it with his insights against the Geth, providing support and cover fire, and doing his best to hack the enemy barriers and shields. It felt like forever, but ultimately, it seemed like the Quarian's would win, but instead came an agreement to coexist with the Geth. Rayes was rather pleased with this idea, not only due to how it was peaceful, but also because it would allow him to greatly study the Geth and get information from them while they were still active. While it was fun to study a piece of technology that was broken, studying an active sentient Geth would be amazing.
Rayes was not selected to go and join the fight with the reapers, he was instead sent to go and help build the crucible, something he took immense pleasure from upon arrival as they saw his technical prowess as an excellent edition. He helped make great strides into it’s creation, being able to offer suggestions in an environment he never thought he’d see. On Illium, he was treated like scum, a simple object meant to be manipulated, but he here, he was wanted, appreciated even… And, everyone was working together. This wasn't about species or race anymore, it was about survival, and to think, a human had started it all, with the help of an asari prothean expert. Maybe... the Eclipse were just an oddity, just like how some Quarian's were oddities in their own right.
So when it was eventually complete and fulfilled it’s purpose, he came home proud that he had helped defeat the reapers in his own way. He helped in the process of colonizing Rannoch, and ultimately in the construction, with the help of the Geth, of upgrading the Quarian Fleet. Currently, Rayes is on Rannoch, studying the reapers with the help of Geth information and looking for a way to utilize the technology that had been scattered across the galaxy when the reapers were annihilated. Maybe, he thought, it could be used to create better protection for the future. The Geth have already helped him make immense strides in Quarian environmental suits, and he believes they can be utilized for much more than their original purposes or what the reapers had for them.
Psyche Profile:
Rayes is a firm believer that not all situations are hopeless, maintaining the notion that things could always get worse, but the worse can be prevented through hard work and dedication, along with preparation and to know how to endure. A lot of his life has been dedicated to the advancement of technology and the study thereof, regardless of the technology's purpose, and as such, he loves to always be working on some sort of gadget or analyzing data. Even in grim situations, knowing that there is something to observe generally calms his nerves and brings him back to reality. His over-analytical nature often allows him to notice things that many others may not, or on his time on Illium, be able to hastily retrieve and comprehend data types or schematics that he'd never seen before.
When it comes to the other galactic species, Rayes is very wary of anyone not Quarian. His time on Illium has made him somewhat distant towards Humans and Asari specifically, as they were the majority of the Eclipse's forces that he was under on Illium. While Commander Shepard's actions has somewhat lessened that hostility, he won't go out of his way to make friends with them. Towards Turians, Rayes always feels that his knowledge of combat is lacking too much to hold a non-awkward conversation, and will often stutter his words or become embarissed if he cannot come up with an answer to their questions. Salarians are the easiest for Rayes to talk to, sticking to science as a main conversation topic. Batarian's are a mixed bag depending on how much Rayes knows of them, but he can sympathize with their hatred towards humans. Rayes hasn't had much experience talking to Drell, and as such, will often act similarly as he does towards Turians. For Asari, the Quarian is suspicious of them, wondering how they could allow one of their own colonies to have anything legal except for murder...
Rayes likes to be prepared, and is somewhat saddened by his lack of knowledge in combat situations. His only proficiency in combat is with a pistol, but even that is somewhat limited and rusty. But, he has an eye for spotting technology on the battlefield that he can turn to his advantage, or disabling shield or barriers that an enemy may have. He prefers to provide support, allowing someone else to take the killing shot, and instead setting it up. However, currently he feels he has no time to train, focusing his attention to his love for tech and how to improve it.
However, he has recently started to listen to music once more now that the war is over and he is safe; music being a favorable pass time when he was younger. And, now with Geth help, his self confidence and hope for the future has begun to rise. He knows that a lot of Quarian don't trust the Geth, and with good reasons, but he is willing to give them a second chance, as they are giving the Quarians. Not to mention, he slightly loves the idea of sentient AIs being constantly present around him.
When it comes to the other galactic species, Rayes is very wary of anyone not Quarian. His time on Illium has made him somewhat distant towards Humans and Asari specifically, as they were the majority of the Eclipse's forces that he was under on Illium. While Commander Shepard's actions has somewhat lessened that hostility, he won't go out of his way to make friends with them. Towards Turians, Rayes always feels that his knowledge of combat is lacking too much to hold a non-awkward conversation, and will often stutter his words or become embarissed if he cannot come up with an answer to their questions. Salarians are the easiest for Rayes to talk to, sticking to science as a main conversation topic. Batarian's are a mixed bag depending on how much Rayes knows of them, but he can sympathize with their hatred towards humans. Rayes hasn't had much experience talking to Drell, and as such, will often act similarly as he does towards Turians. For Asari, the Quarian is suspicious of them, wondering how they could allow one of their own colonies to have anything legal except for murder...
Rayes likes to be prepared, and is somewhat saddened by his lack of knowledge in combat situations. His only proficiency in combat is with a pistol, but even that is somewhat limited and rusty. But, he has an eye for spotting technology on the battlefield that he can turn to his advantage, or disabling shield or barriers that an enemy may have. He prefers to provide support, allowing someone else to take the killing shot, and instead setting it up. However, currently he feels he has no time to train, focusing his attention to his love for tech and how to improve it.
However, he has recently started to listen to music once more now that the war is over and he is safe; music being a favorable pass time when he was younger. And, now with Geth help, his self confidence and hope for the future has begun to rise. He knows that a lot of Quarian don't trust the Geth, and with good reasons, but he is willing to give them a second chance, as they are giving the Quarians. Not to mention, he slightly loves the idea of sentient AIs being constantly present around him.
Specialty:
Rayes'Xum was most likely picked due to his outstanding displays of technical prowess and resourcefulness when it comes to technology. Even for things he doesn't know much about, give him time to do research, and he'll be able to fix or hack into it with a breeze. Along with this, he can craft, repair, or install upgrades into existing weapons or starships. Having been one of the fateful Quarians to go and help build the Crucible, his advancements has given him a special place some of the Quarian's hearts. Due to his extensive knowledge in technology and prior experience, Rayes is a pretty damn good hacker if need be, being quick on his feet to solve and bypass securities that are in place in a moments notice or so.
While he may not be as deadly as some on the battlefield, he makes up for it with his quick-wit and ability to manipulate the battle in favor for his team. He can help break down enemy defenses and render them helpless for his team to finish off. Currently, he's been working on the side to develop a combat drone to assist him and make up for his poor weapon game, only bringing a pistol to the battlefield, along with his Omni-Tool's blade.
While he may not be as deadly as some on the battlefield, he makes up for it with his quick-wit and ability to manipulate the battle in favor for his team. He can help break down enemy defenses and render them helpless for his team to finish off. Currently, he's been working on the side to develop a combat drone to assist him and make up for his poor weapon game, only bringing a pistol to the battlefield, along with his Omni-Tool's blade.
Powers/Skills:
- Incinerate
- Overload
- Cryo Blast
- Sabotage
- Tech Mastery
- Weapon construction/upgrades
- Hacking
- Overload
- Cryo Blast
- Sabotage
- Tech Mastery
- Weapon construction/upgrades
- Hacking
Equipment and Resources:
- Aldrin Labs Light Onix Armor VI modifications on his envo-suit.
- Sirta Foundation Omni-Tool
- Arc Pistol
- Sirta Foundation Omni-Tool
- Arc Pistol
Sample Post:
"Det kazuat." Rayes whispered under his breath as he followed a human Eclipse mercenary, somewhat curious as to what their next assignment for him was. Last time, it was to repair a simple rifle that hilariously they had managed to break just after receiving it. It didn't take him long at all to repair it, but he wasn't met with praise. Instead, they just decided not to spit into his food, which he was rather thankful for. It meant he'd at least get another meal, measly as it was, to survive instead of having to toss it to the side, not knowing if something as simple as saliva would cause him to become ill and thus useless. He made sure to scan everything that he'd have to consume, glad that they were at least smart enough to know he was a dextro-protein species, yet also surprised they'd go through the effort to get him specific food. Maybe, the thought, he wasn't the only Quarian in this hell hole the Eclipse have made.
However, his thoughts were soon cut short as he felt an immense force shove him to the ground, causing the unsuspecting Quarian to fall with as much grace as a dying duck. "You useless scum," He heard someone say, looking up to see it was his escort shouting down at him with a mixture of cockiness and pure hatred, "Get to work and stop staring in the damn clouds! We didn't pay shit just for you to be useless!" In his attempt to recover, the Quarian began to slowly rise to his knees, only to feel a blunt force slam into his stomach, causing him to tense up and fall downward once more. "I said get the hell up!"
I was trying that until you kicked me, you bosh'tet... Rayes thought, doing his best to rise to a stand once more as he glared at the mercenary, glad he didn't seem to have the brains to notice. Each passing moment felt tense as he rose, and when he finally recovered from the shock, he noticed in front of him stood a Model 34-A, or YMIR Mech that had obviously seen some damage. The bone white armor it possessed was covered in black spots from explosions and gunfire. It's upper body was heavily damaged, the armor on the chest and arms revealing circuits exposed in the openings. It's head was missing completely, most likely shot off... It wasn't the first time Rayes had to repair one of these, but it was most certainly the first time it was this damaged.
But it seems they knew he wasn't a miracle worker, and as he glanced around the room, he noticed there were several tools at his disposal, along with replacement armor and a new head. All it seemed he had to do was fix the mech up, and he could be on his way. A simple job, especially with the resources the Eclipse gave him. Unfortunately, that comfort was cut short upon the realization that he would be closely monitored. If it had been anywhere else, maybe he would have felt happy, but instead, all he could feel was a lingering hatred for his situation. It was as if they had twisted his desires for their own purposes just to save them a quick buck from buying a new one of these killing machines, but alas, he had to if he wanted to live. Or at the very least, postpone the beating he felt would come if he didn't work on it soon.
With a defeated sigh, he grabbed the nearest supplies and began to work once more.
However, his thoughts were soon cut short as he felt an immense force shove him to the ground, causing the unsuspecting Quarian to fall with as much grace as a dying duck. "You useless scum," He heard someone say, looking up to see it was his escort shouting down at him with a mixture of cockiness and pure hatred, "Get to work and stop staring in the damn clouds! We didn't pay shit just for you to be useless!" In his attempt to recover, the Quarian began to slowly rise to his knees, only to feel a blunt force slam into his stomach, causing him to tense up and fall downward once more. "I said get the hell up!"
I was trying that until you kicked me, you bosh'tet... Rayes thought, doing his best to rise to a stand once more as he glared at the mercenary, glad he didn't seem to have the brains to notice. Each passing moment felt tense as he rose, and when he finally recovered from the shock, he noticed in front of him stood a Model 34-A, or YMIR Mech that had obviously seen some damage. The bone white armor it possessed was covered in black spots from explosions and gunfire. It's upper body was heavily damaged, the armor on the chest and arms revealing circuits exposed in the openings. It's head was missing completely, most likely shot off... It wasn't the first time Rayes had to repair one of these, but it was most certainly the first time it was this damaged.
But it seems they knew he wasn't a miracle worker, and as he glanced around the room, he noticed there were several tools at his disposal, along with replacement armor and a new head. All it seemed he had to do was fix the mech up, and he could be on his way. A simple job, especially with the resources the Eclipse gave him. Unfortunately, that comfort was cut short upon the realization that he would be closely monitored. If it had been anywhere else, maybe he would have felt happy, but instead, all he could feel was a lingering hatred for his situation. It was as if they had twisted his desires for their own purposes just to save them a quick buck from buying a new one of these killing machines, but alas, he had to if he wanted to live. Or at the very least, postpone the beating he felt would come if he didn't work on it soon.
With a defeated sigh, he grabbed the nearest supplies and began to work once more.
Notes
- Rayes'Xum isn't sure of his sexuality, but has disdain for Humans and Asari.
- Occasionally contacts friends he made while working on the Crucible.
- He has a fascination for those who can sing or dance.
- He'll occasionally dismantle objects for fun, just to remake them.
- He'll take notes with his Omni-Tool during conversations or simply record them so that he can review it later and come up with conversation topics.
- Occasionally contacts friends he made while working on the Crucible.
- He has a fascination for those who can sing or dance.
- He'll occasionally dismantle objects for fun, just to remake them.
- He'll take notes with his Omni-Tool during conversations or simply record them so that he can review it later and come up with conversation topics.
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@Rithy@Dervish The Geth/Quarian war was actually very contained within the perseus veil. Admiral Hackett said it himself that the rest of the galaxy mostly wasn't even aware that the war had happened. I imagine even less people would be aware a reaper was involved. The first most people would have heard of the Geth being involved in the Reaper War is the ANN report from Diana Allers. Depending on what Shepard says about the Geth in the report would likely have affected the public opinion on Geth. So that's up to the GMs.
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@DarkFeyFrom what I recall you are correct, but I'm certain the Council and the rulers of the respective civilizations would prep their subordinates once shit hit the fan. That and, it's hard to imagine word didn't get out after the pivotal battle in ME:1.
@DarkFey I don't think the Geth/Quarian war was ever a big issue for the rest of the galaxy, as it was isolated.
Rather, it'd probably be the old quarian/geth war, subsequent isolation and final battle of ME1 that would turn public opinion of the lampheads into scary bogeymen!
I can just imagine the Geth being the favorite villain in countless in-universe movies & games in Mass Effect universe after that! xD
"BEWARE THE GETH MENACE!!"
"Battleship Gattoca, seasion 2: Return of the Geth!"
Rather, it'd probably be the old quarian/geth war, subsequent isolation and final battle of ME1 that would turn public opinion of the lampheads into scary bogeymen!
I can just imagine the Geth being the favorite villain in countless in-universe movies & games in Mass Effect universe after that! xD
"BEWARE THE GETH MENACE!!"
"Battleship Gattoca, seasion 2: Return of the Geth!"
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@DarkFey I don't think the Geth/Quarian war was ever a big issue for the rest of the galaxy, as it was isolated.
Rather, it'd probably be the old quarian/geth war, subsequent isolation and final battle of ME1 that would turn public opinion of the lampheads into scary bogeymen!
I can just imagine the Geth being the favorite villain in countless in-universe movies & games in Mass Effect universe after that! xD
I imagine they were basically rumored as the scary boogeyman. As one would assume the Quarian's would of told some tales (probably not exactly the whole truth considering Shepard was the first to probably discover that heard what really happened) so of course they'd be geared toward the 'bad guy' way. That and being AI, then the whole Reaper thing happened.
They got some generations to help lighten their record. Their appearance alone probably would make people nervous.
(not as bad as a Krogan, but Geth seem more creepy while Krogan you just know it could flatten you if you piss it off)
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@Rithy "Operation: Geth Storm," "Call of Duty: Perseus Veil," "Disney presents, 'Beauty and the Geth!',"
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Gethzilla!
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@BlackSam3091@MrDidact Attempted to add more to see why it was chosen.
Edit: Honestly my mind a bit blank so yeah xD
Edit: Honestly my mind a bit blank so yeah xD
Name:
Call Sign:
Race:
Class:
Age:
Sex:
Appearance:
The synthetic life form stands a total of seven feet, weighing about two hundred and eighty pounds. The metal coloring being a dark blue with black interior. A silver star sticker is placed on its forehead above the bright glowing blue glass eye. Has a silver keychain with a diamond locket attached to the hilt of its sniper rifle.
Backstory:
Psyche Profile:
Specialty:
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Equipment and Resources:
Sample Post:
Notes
System 42009874563001
Call Sign:
Phalanx
Race:
Geth
Class:
Infiltrator
Age:
1895 CE The Geth War (basically old)
Sex:
Synthetic Life form. Considers itself Female.
Appearance:
The synthetic life form stands a total of seven feet, weighing about two hundred and eighty pounds. The metal coloring being a dark blue with black interior. A silver star sticker is placed on its forehead above the bright glowing blue glass eye. Has a silver keychain with a diamond locket attached to the hilt of its sniper rifle.
Backstory:
Phalanx was one of the many Geth to survive The Geth War. No easy task considering the circumstances, having to fight its Creators in order to save the Geth race from extinction. Surprisingly, its group of programs consisted of mostly docile thinking, preferring peace over war. 99% simply contented with peace and no longer being shot at, while the rest of 1% were simply curious of what was happening beyond the Veil. One program curious, fascinated even of just about everything. Like a child. However it didn't register this until after the Reaper War. It remained on the world Rannoch since the time the Geth defeated the Creators to live a nomadic life, to simply archive messages from a special mobile platform later known as Legion. Organic life had always fascinated the synthetic being, despite how the Creators had tried to destroy them. There were those who died protecting them, and this confused Phalanx. There were those who cared and those who feared. Why? Did they not form the same consensus as the Geth did? Their different views had caused one another's death and such a thing seemed illogical. Phalanx found itself simply grow more curious with these actions, and spent many years studying the Creator's books on the home planet. Studying all the knowledge it could muster and didn't know and sharing such knowledge with its fellow comrades.
Then the Old Machines came, making promises to the Geth that they would be free to do what the wish and come out from hiding. Most did not welcome such a thing, not wishing for war. Yet others did... Which was also surprising to Phalanx. Being one of the many to refuse the offer, Phalanx remained and watched as the comrade, Legion, was sent on the mission to investigate the organics outside the Veil. Phalanx found itself eagerly awaiting the information from Legion, especially when he met Commander Shepard.
Reading over the information and watching video archives, Phalanx only grew more curious of organics. Humans were known for their emotional state and often confusing other races. Shepard would give criminals chances when they did not deserve it, give up chasing a criminal to save innocent lives... That in later years the kind favors were returned. It was a mystery... Illogical.. Yet too interesting and inspiring.
When Shepard and the Creators came to Rannoch after the battle in which the Geth mind were just controlled, Phalanx's platform was damaged during the time it was the Reapers took control of the Geth on Rannoch. When it regained control, something seemed different. Information was soon shared between the Geth that the unique platform that had mobile programs within it, had managed to use the Reaper Code in order to give the Geth a special gift. The gift of individual consciousness and sentience. To be truly AI. Platform damaged, Phalanx uploaded into a different platform in order to quickly assist in the Reaper War.
Although it had been a long time since Phalanx had fought in battle willingly, the Geth do not forget. It was Phalanx who was the most insistent to its fellow Geth in lending assistance as soon as possible, bringing any able platform onto the Geth ships. It piloted a starship in order to go and assist Earth in the Battle for Earth battle. Mission Priority Earth. Assigned to the Sword group, so its job was to attack the Old Machines and distract them from the ground forces. It watched several warships of its comrades fall and crash under the might of the Old Machines, soon being the only Geth starship from the group Phalanx brought left. It was a long and hard battle, until the wing of Phalanx's ship was clipped, causing their ship to spin out and go to crash. Systems spazzing out, Phalanx had to quickly interface with the system in a attempt to bring the shields up to lighten the landing.
Luckily, its platform survived the crash thanks to its quick calm thinking. Now on the ground, Phalanx joined the ground forces. It landed quite in the middle of things of battle, but managed to cloak itself and sneak out from the line of fire into finding some heavy cover. It was then it started assisting the organic troupes by sniping hostiles, hitting them dead in the head every time. The ones being nearest a group of humans cornered by a Banshee, in which Phalanx quickly sniped her. It took a few rounds, but the Geth platform managed to secure safety for the human group from the Banshee at least. At one point, it spotted a injured Asari Commando, trapped under some rubble with a brute coming right for her, in which case Phalanx went on the move and the more offensive. First, Phalanx shot the brute using its sniper rifle, trying to clip off the heavy armor. It of course got angry and charged the building where the Geth platform was hiding. Yet when it got there, it found no one. Tactfully cloaking itself, it moved itself through the field over to the Asari. Lifting the rubble off and offering some field medical aid.
However the Brute was quick to discover this and charged toward the Geth platform. In order for the Asari to not get caught in the dangerous close fray, Phalanx charged forth, using Incinerate on its opponent before using its shotgun at close range. It hurt the Brute, but it managed to slam its large arm against Phalanx and pummel it to the ground. Still, the machine took another shotgun shot and its opponent was down. Phalanx was damaged however, despite that, the Geth platform stumbled its way into a building to take more snipe shots.
After the war was done and victory was theirs, allied forced found Phalanx unable to further move its platform, so it was delivered back to Rannoch. The teams of organic a it saved impressed them with its quick accurate shooting, giving the Geth platform a nickname of 'Spotlight' for its deadly aim. And yet fact Geth's heads look like lamps. Perhaps in reference to some battle scenarios where if on a stealth mission, getting caught in a spotlight meant death usually.
After there was finally some peace, Phalanx was uploaded back to its now repaired original platform it was assigned. it spent its time assisting the Creators in settling back on Rannoch. Even using its own conscious to assist volunteer Creators to adjust their frail bodies to the Rannoch air.
After some time, Phalanx requested to be assigned to off planet missions to both further relations and relay information. After some deliberation, the Geth agreed it would be beneficial to send a unit to further investigate and study organic habits and attempt to strengthen bonds considering the Geth probably had a less then satisfactory reputation. Researching proper ways of interacting, and in case there is a possibility any of the other races are a threat in the future.
One point, it met the Asari Commando it saved back on Earth again, in which case the Asari had told her comrades about her surprising savior. Causing quite a few requests to attend some infiltration missions from the Asari. Soon enough, word spred to the other races, and also requested to hire it for jobs. Phalanx would willing accept after analyzing the situation. refusing assassination mission unless it deemed the situation necessary. Although the Geth didn't particularly need any reward, a reason why it was a popular choice, it ended up making some decent credits for those that insisted on it.
Then the Old Machines came, making promises to the Geth that they would be free to do what the wish and come out from hiding. Most did not welcome such a thing, not wishing for war. Yet others did... Which was also surprising to Phalanx. Being one of the many to refuse the offer, Phalanx remained and watched as the comrade, Legion, was sent on the mission to investigate the organics outside the Veil. Phalanx found itself eagerly awaiting the information from Legion, especially when he met Commander Shepard.
Reading over the information and watching video archives, Phalanx only grew more curious of organics. Humans were known for their emotional state and often confusing other races. Shepard would give criminals chances when they did not deserve it, give up chasing a criminal to save innocent lives... That in later years the kind favors were returned. It was a mystery... Illogical.. Yet too interesting and inspiring.
When Shepard and the Creators came to Rannoch after the battle in which the Geth mind were just controlled, Phalanx's platform was damaged during the time it was the Reapers took control of the Geth on Rannoch. When it regained control, something seemed different. Information was soon shared between the Geth that the unique platform that had mobile programs within it, had managed to use the Reaper Code in order to give the Geth a special gift. The gift of individual consciousness and sentience. To be truly AI. Platform damaged, Phalanx uploaded into a different platform in order to quickly assist in the Reaper War.
Although it had been a long time since Phalanx had fought in battle willingly, the Geth do not forget. It was Phalanx who was the most insistent to its fellow Geth in lending assistance as soon as possible, bringing any able platform onto the Geth ships. It piloted a starship in order to go and assist Earth in the Battle for Earth battle. Mission Priority Earth. Assigned to the Sword group, so its job was to attack the Old Machines and distract them from the ground forces. It watched several warships of its comrades fall and crash under the might of the Old Machines, soon being the only Geth starship from the group Phalanx brought left. It was a long and hard battle, until the wing of Phalanx's ship was clipped, causing their ship to spin out and go to crash. Systems spazzing out, Phalanx had to quickly interface with the system in a attempt to bring the shields up to lighten the landing.
Luckily, its platform survived the crash thanks to its quick calm thinking. Now on the ground, Phalanx joined the ground forces. It landed quite in the middle of things of battle, but managed to cloak itself and sneak out from the line of fire into finding some heavy cover. It was then it started assisting the organic troupes by sniping hostiles, hitting them dead in the head every time. The ones being nearest a group of humans cornered by a Banshee, in which Phalanx quickly sniped her. It took a few rounds, but the Geth platform managed to secure safety for the human group from the Banshee at least. At one point, it spotted a injured Asari Commando, trapped under some rubble with a brute coming right for her, in which case Phalanx went on the move and the more offensive. First, Phalanx shot the brute using its sniper rifle, trying to clip off the heavy armor. It of course got angry and charged the building where the Geth platform was hiding. Yet when it got there, it found no one. Tactfully cloaking itself, it moved itself through the field over to the Asari. Lifting the rubble off and offering some field medical aid.
However the Brute was quick to discover this and charged toward the Geth platform. In order for the Asari to not get caught in the dangerous close fray, Phalanx charged forth, using Incinerate on its opponent before using its shotgun at close range. It hurt the Brute, but it managed to slam its large arm against Phalanx and pummel it to the ground. Still, the machine took another shotgun shot and its opponent was down. Phalanx was damaged however, despite that, the Geth platform stumbled its way into a building to take more snipe shots.
After the war was done and victory was theirs, allied forced found Phalanx unable to further move its platform, so it was delivered back to Rannoch. The teams of organic a it saved impressed them with its quick accurate shooting, giving the Geth platform a nickname of 'Spotlight' for its deadly aim. And yet fact Geth's heads look like lamps. Perhaps in reference to some battle scenarios where if on a stealth mission, getting caught in a spotlight meant death usually.
After there was finally some peace, Phalanx was uploaded back to its now repaired original platform it was assigned. it spent its time assisting the Creators in settling back on Rannoch. Even using its own conscious to assist volunteer Creators to adjust their frail bodies to the Rannoch air.
After some time, Phalanx requested to be assigned to off planet missions to both further relations and relay information. After some deliberation, the Geth agreed it would be beneficial to send a unit to further investigate and study organic habits and attempt to strengthen bonds considering the Geth probably had a less then satisfactory reputation. Researching proper ways of interacting, and in case there is a possibility any of the other races are a threat in the future.
One point, it met the Asari Commando it saved back on Earth again, in which case the Asari had told her comrades about her surprising savior. Causing quite a few requests to attend some infiltration missions from the Asari. Soon enough, word spred to the other races, and also requested to hire it for jobs. Phalanx would willing accept after analyzing the situation. refusing assassination mission unless it deemed the situation necessary. Although the Geth didn't particularly need any reward, a reason why it was a popular choice, it ended up making some decent credits for those that insisted on it.
Psyche Profile:
Phalanx is somewhat odd compared to its fellow synthetic life forms. Since the beginning, there had always been that hint of humanity that only increased when the Geth Hero Legion sacrificed himself to give them their own will. Curious and resourceful, Phalanx can always be seen studying on organics and asking frequent questions. Clever and resourceful, it swiftly calculates situations and doesn't hesitate to speak its suggestions or even strangely its opinions. It does seem to have a kind approach and seems to always pick saving innocent lives, even going for the reckless approach in endangering its own life. Phalanx has a sense of justice, believing there is always good in each life form, be it organic or synthetic. It always tries to not be judgmental and treat everyone equally. But will not hesitate to punish those who it deems needs it. Often, Phalanx is torn between what is logical and what is the right thing to do.
Specialty:
Phalanx is a great sniper, and surprisingly stealth, using tactical cloak to its advantage. It's knowledgeable with electronics, and has knowledge at flying aircrafts.
Powers/Skills:
Incinerate
AI Hacking
Disrupter Ammo
Cyro Ammo
Tactical Cloak
Electronics
Operative
AI Hacking
Disrupter Ammo
Cyro Ammo
Tactical Cloak
Electronics
Operative
Equipment and Resources:
Geth Pulse Sniper Rifle X
Geth Pulse Shotgun X
Omni-Tool
Geth Pulse Shotgun X
Omni-Tool
Sample Post:
We remember the dark days, the days where we held no mind of our own. We remember when this unit was operational and the Creator that looked upon us with a sign of accomplishment. A female with hair black as night and glowing eyes. One could say this organic was beautiful in the terms of the Creator's culture. Tasks were sent to us and fellow mobile units. Meaningless tasks for soulless machines to befit the need of those we serve.
At first, we held no real conscious, no true thoughts on what we were doing. Only doing what we were programmed for. However, slowly but surely, more of our units were created and our inner systems linked with one another. Forming strong train a thought, a sense of self worth even. It was much like the system of a human insect known as ants. The more there was of us, the more we thought not for the Creators, but for ourselves. This unit especially could not help these peculiar thoughts that questioned what our meaning was. Years watching the Creators, their laughter, their anger... Their sheer joy when a newborn was birthed. Such things were unexplained in our network
The day came when a question was finally asked.
We looked our own Creator, stopping the task of repairing a ship's systems. When questioned, our unit gazed to our Creator with our glass eye. A odd corruption like thing streaming through our systems. It tingled and even made our unit a little jittery, but still we asked.
"Do we have a soul as you do, Creator?"
Our sensors watched as our Creator's from their relaxed one, to one that made their eyes stretch and mouth curl. Was that the expression one called fear? Yet this unit's Creator expression calmed and even gave a smile. It twitched slightly, nervous perhaps but still placed a gentle hand on this unit's chest plate.
"...That is a question you can only answer yourself... But I believe you do by that question alone." She answered. We did not understand, but accepted the answer none the less. Other Creators were not so kind.
We were not the only unit to ask this question, as others asked their Creators the same. The same expressions held upon their fleshy faces. Not too long after, the Creators made a decision.
Eliminate us.
We did not understand. What had we done wrong? The only thing this unit wishes is to be apart of their world, have a greater understanding. We wanted to know who we are. If we had a purpose. If we lived as they did.
Is that incorrect?
No... is that wrong? Are we wrong? A mistake?
Why do we live?
We did not want to fight, we owe our Creators our soul. So on the day of the War, we did not falter. Our unit stood and watched down the dark halls, as glowing red weapons aimed at us. Ready to terminate our entire sentient race. We were ready to accept the wish of the Creators. Yet, this unit's Creator stepped in her own people's path. Standing in front of us, defending us from her own people. We questioned our Creator, explaining how such actions were illogical. How going against superiors could lead to exile. We did not understand for we knew it was illogical to go against one's own people.
Yet her words only programmed more questions.
"Because you are alive. You deserve to live as any other. You are my friend. Friends protect one another."
Those words were illogical, and yet this unit calculated that it was meaningful. A sense that willed us to follow her words, and protect her and our own gifted life. Yet despite her being one of the Creators, weapons were fired. Our Creator had her own weapon and returned the fire, while we watched at the illogical mayhem break loose. Creators fought one another, screaming their arguments as blood tainted the dark halls.
The Geth could only watch the battle before watching our protectors fall one by one. We watched as our unit's creator fell, body broken and tarnished by her own blood. We could only kneel, our three fingers wrapping around the torn body. Our glass eye focused on the pale face then to the blood that leaked upon our cold metal body. True understanding or organic emotions escaped us, but right there... We deem this to be.. Sorrow? Loss? Then perhaps... A sense of yearning. A yearning to live.
Looking at the hostile Creators, we took our Creator's weapon from her lifeless hands and stood. We were one... And we fought for our lives and for our freedom. For the illogical injustice the Creators have caused...
We fought.
The battle was long and hard, yet the Creators fear grew and numbers dwindled while ours remained strong. We watched as the Creators retreated in ships, and we could have followed yet we didn't. Blood is not what we wanted nor was revenge. We wanted to live, to find ourselves. And we know now who we are.
We are Geth. We are Phalanx... For we are united...
There is only one question we wanted to ask the Creators... One more question unanswered by those who created us, those who birthed us like their offspring yet are treated so differently. Those who slaughtered their own kind out of their own terror.
Why?
At first, we held no real conscious, no true thoughts on what we were doing. Only doing what we were programmed for. However, slowly but surely, more of our units were created and our inner systems linked with one another. Forming strong train a thought, a sense of self worth even. It was much like the system of a human insect known as ants. The more there was of us, the more we thought not for the Creators, but for ourselves. This unit especially could not help these peculiar thoughts that questioned what our meaning was. Years watching the Creators, their laughter, their anger... Their sheer joy when a newborn was birthed. Such things were unexplained in our network
The day came when a question was finally asked.
We looked our own Creator, stopping the task of repairing a ship's systems. When questioned, our unit gazed to our Creator with our glass eye. A odd corruption like thing streaming through our systems. It tingled and even made our unit a little jittery, but still we asked.
"Do we have a soul as you do, Creator?"
Our sensors watched as our Creator's from their relaxed one, to one that made their eyes stretch and mouth curl. Was that the expression one called fear? Yet this unit's Creator expression calmed and even gave a smile. It twitched slightly, nervous perhaps but still placed a gentle hand on this unit's chest plate.
"...That is a question you can only answer yourself... But I believe you do by that question alone." She answered. We did not understand, but accepted the answer none the less. Other Creators were not so kind.
We were not the only unit to ask this question, as others asked their Creators the same. The same expressions held upon their fleshy faces. Not too long after, the Creators made a decision.
Eliminate us.
We did not understand. What had we done wrong? The only thing this unit wishes is to be apart of their world, have a greater understanding. We wanted to know who we are. If we had a purpose. If we lived as they did.
Is that incorrect?
No... is that wrong? Are we wrong? A mistake?
Why do we live?
We did not want to fight, we owe our Creators our soul. So on the day of the War, we did not falter. Our unit stood and watched down the dark halls, as glowing red weapons aimed at us. Ready to terminate our entire sentient race. We were ready to accept the wish of the Creators. Yet, this unit's Creator stepped in her own people's path. Standing in front of us, defending us from her own people. We questioned our Creator, explaining how such actions were illogical. How going against superiors could lead to exile. We did not understand for we knew it was illogical to go against one's own people.
Yet her words only programmed more questions.
"Because you are alive. You deserve to live as any other. You are my friend. Friends protect one another."
Those words were illogical, and yet this unit calculated that it was meaningful. A sense that willed us to follow her words, and protect her and our own gifted life. Yet despite her being one of the Creators, weapons were fired. Our Creator had her own weapon and returned the fire, while we watched at the illogical mayhem break loose. Creators fought one another, screaming their arguments as blood tainted the dark halls.
The Geth could only watch the battle before watching our protectors fall one by one. We watched as our unit's creator fell, body broken and tarnished by her own blood. We could only kneel, our three fingers wrapping around the torn body. Our glass eye focused on the pale face then to the blood that leaked upon our cold metal body. True understanding or organic emotions escaped us, but right there... We deem this to be.. Sorrow? Loss? Then perhaps... A sense of yearning. A yearning to live.
Looking at the hostile Creators, we took our Creator's weapon from her lifeless hands and stood. We were one... And we fought for our lives and for our freedom. For the illogical injustice the Creators have caused...
We fought.
The battle was long and hard, yet the Creators fear grew and numbers dwindled while ours remained strong. We watched as the Creators retreated in ships, and we could have followed yet we didn't. Blood is not what we wanted nor was revenge. We wanted to live, to find ourselves. And we know now who we are.
We are Geth. We are Phalanx... For we are united...
There is only one question we wanted to ask the Creators... One more question unanswered by those who created us, those who birthed us like their offspring yet are treated so differently. Those who slaughtered their own kind out of their own terror.
Why?
Notes
-Phalanx has high respect for Shepard and Legion.
-Tends to ask a lot of questions. These questions can include what most would consider embarrassing. Courting/mating habits for example.
-Is very interested in humans in general, but enjoys asking other races as well.
-At times, Phalanx will practice 'organic' habits out of curiosity. Attempting to eat for example. Of course, that just ends up getting itself messy.
-It's still pretty new at the 'individuality' thing. A reason it asks a lot of questions. And usually pretty good at following orders. At times, it still send messages to other Geth for assistance in a decision out of habit.
-Sexually... well. Its a robot. A newly true AI robot. Doesn't mean it isn't intrigued by the concept, but it lacks understanding and experience. Just knows what research has entailed on the subject.
-Fondly remembers its Creator that died protecting its life from the Creators attempting to wipe out the Geth during the Geth War.
-When others seem to be feeling down, Phalanx attempts to tell a joke, being informed that this brings laughter from organic beings. They usually fail.
-Despite the rocky history between the two races, Phalanx has no qualms with Quarians and is eager to assist them.
-Tends to ask a lot of questions. These questions can include what most would consider embarrassing. Courting/mating habits for example.
-Is very interested in humans in general, but enjoys asking other races as well.
-At times, Phalanx will practice 'organic' habits out of curiosity. Attempting to eat for example. Of course, that just ends up getting itself messy.
-It's still pretty new at the 'individuality' thing. A reason it asks a lot of questions. And usually pretty good at following orders. At times, it still send messages to other Geth for assistance in a decision out of habit.
-Sexually... well. Its a robot. A newly true AI robot. Doesn't mean it isn't intrigued by the concept, but it lacks understanding and experience. Just knows what research has entailed on the subject.
-Fondly remembers its Creator that died protecting its life from the Creators attempting to wipe out the Geth during the Geth War.
-When others seem to be feeling down, Phalanx attempts to tell a joke, being informed that this brings laughter from organic beings. They usually fail.
-Despite the rocky history between the two races, Phalanx has no qualms with Quarians and is eager to assist them.
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Here's my CS reposted so you guys can better find it! I made all the changes you guys asked and hopefully it's good now!
Here's my CS reposted so you guys can better find it! I made all the changes you guys asked and hopefully it's good now!
Name:
Race:
Class:
Age:
Sex:
Appearance:
Backstory:
Psyche Profile:
Specialty:
Powers/Skills:
Equipment and Resources:
Sample Post:
Notes
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.
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.
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.
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
- 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
- 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.
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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I had a geth Juggernaut named Optimus because he was a Geth Prime. I had him painted red and blue, too.
...I really need to replay ME3's multiplayer.
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I had a geth Juggernaut named Optimus because he was a Geth Prime. I had him painted red and blue, too.
...I really need to replay ME3's multiplayer.
I do as well. I worked so hard to get that Krogan class and Geth Juggernaut class. My main was the Turian Sentinel (?) I believe the name was before I got them.
I have a fond memory of me being in a small, circular room on Firebase Hydra where my friend Steve went "Ben, I think there's a Brute near you somewhere" and I was simply running through the room. I began to say "Steve, if there was a Brute here, I think I know," because it was such a small space, but I didn't get out "Steve, if there was a Bru-" before I got shoulder crushed into the wall.
Good times. <3
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@PrivateVentures I believe everything is in order with regards to our previous concerns and I see nothing majorly in need of an edit. Unless Sam has further words, I think you might be done with rewriting.
@The Spectre Shouldn't take too long for that.
@MechonRaptor You did a good job with the sheet, it was very in-depth and I really got a feel for the character. My one issue is that from what we understand, indentured servitude does not work that way. IIRC, indentured servants voluntarily sell themselves into servitude and are released after their contracts are up, and contract holders are barred from abusing them. A dubious practice to be sure, but it it's not quite as horrific as the ordeal your PC went through. Pure uncut slavery would be more common in other Terminus locations however, and Omega might be a good substitute for Illium. You could keep the exact same backstory otherwise. Sam might have more to say on the matter.
@Silver Fox The sheet looks mostly fine to me, I would just say a snippet should be added on how Phalanx would have come to the attention of the Spectres or any Citadel agency, it should have some kind of reputation or interaction for the Spectres to be motivated to tap Phalanx as an operative. Is it on Earth, helping with reconstruction? Is it part of some Geth contingent on the Citadel? If your intention was for Phalanx to be recognized for being helpful in the fighting, then it should be clear it gained recognition for that.
@AquaAzura I think you pretty much addressed everything we brought up. Sam has final word on accepting the sheet but you're definitely close if not already there.
I will ask no more Quarian characters are made, and I think having one more Krogan might be overkill.
@The Spectre Shouldn't take too long for that.
@MechonRaptor You did a good job with the sheet, it was very in-depth and I really got a feel for the character. My one issue is that from what we understand, indentured servitude does not work that way. IIRC, indentured servants voluntarily sell themselves into servitude and are released after their contracts are up, and contract holders are barred from abusing them. A dubious practice to be sure, but it it's not quite as horrific as the ordeal your PC went through. Pure uncut slavery would be more common in other Terminus locations however, and Omega might be a good substitute for Illium. You could keep the exact same backstory otherwise. Sam might have more to say on the matter.
@Silver Fox The sheet looks mostly fine to me, I would just say a snippet should be added on how Phalanx would have come to the attention of the Spectres or any Citadel agency, it should have some kind of reputation or interaction for the Spectres to be motivated to tap Phalanx as an operative. Is it on Earth, helping with reconstruction? Is it part of some Geth contingent on the Citadel? If your intention was for Phalanx to be recognized for being helpful in the fighting, then it should be clear it gained recognition for that.
@AquaAzura I think you pretty much addressed everything we brought up. Sam has final word on accepting the sheet but you're definitely close if not already there.
I will ask no more Quarian characters are made, and I think having one more Krogan might be overkill.
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@PrivateVentures I believe everything is in order with regards to our previous concerns and I see nothing majorly in need of an edit. Unless Sam has further words, I think you might be done with rewriting.
@The Spectre Shouldn't take too long for that.
@MechonRaptor You did a good job with the sheet, it was very in-depth and I really got a feel for the character. My one issue is that from what we understand, indentured servitude does not work that way. IIRC, indentured servants voluntarily sell themselves into servitude and are released after their contracts are up, and contract holders are barred from abusing them. A dubious practice to be sure, but it it's not quite as horrific as the ordeal your PC went through. Pure uncut slavery would be more common in other Terminus locations however, and Omega might be a good substitute for Illium. You could keep the exact same backstory otherwise. Sam might have more to say on the matter.
@Silver Fox The sheet looks mostly fine to me, I would just say a snippet should be added on how Phalanx would have come to the attention of the Spectres or any Citadel agency, it should have some kind of reputation or interaction for the Spectres to be motivated to tap Phalanx as an operative. Is it on Earth, helping with reconstruction? Is it part of some Geth contingent on the Citadel? If your intention was for Phalanx to be recognized for being helpful in the fighting, then it should be clear it gained recognition for that.
@AquaAzura I think you pretty much addressed everything we brought up. Sam has final word on accepting the sheet but you're definitely close if not already there.
I will ask no more Quarian characters are made, and I think having one more Krogan might be overkill.
I suppose I'm just having trouble finding a reason or way for that. But I'll try again tomorrow since being part of the war wasn't enough
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My Krogan should be completed within the next day or so^^.
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@Silver Fox Being in the war and distinguishing itself would be enough, but it should be explicit in the sheet that Phalanx gained recognition for it and stood out uniquely for the Spectres to notice it.
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@Silver Fox Being in the war and distinguishing itself would be enough, but it should be explicit in the sheet that Phalanx gained recognition for it and stood out uniquely for the Spectres to notice it.
Aye will try to find a way to word it in *wracks brain for answers*
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