where's our token Turian and Asari tho
You are forgetting the token Krogan and Quarian.
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Mao Mao Sheriff of Pure Hearts (They/Them)
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You are forgetting the token Krogan and Quarian.
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krogans are fake and heterosexual
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I mean, there is no way we can't prove every Krogan is actually just three volus in a trench coat.
False. It's four Volus in a trench coat. 'Quads' is just an inside joke between all of them.
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TOKEN TURIAN MAIN HERE
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TOKEN TURIAN MAIN HERE
based garrus arrives
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I have an Asari
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=D STORMY, YOU'RE HERE! YAY.
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⟁ 41 ⟁ Male ⟁ Turian ⟁ Soldier
A P P E A R A N C E
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Ardan is a powerfully built and burly turian who has been conditioned by a lifetime of military conditioning and his own drive to strive for peak physical fitness. Standing at 6’05” (182cm) and weighing around 208 pounds (94 kilograms), he maintains a strict military-style fitness regimen, situation permitting, and a mostly regulated diet that permits few luxuries. His carapace is indented and marked from scars from years of combat experience and entirely too many close calls with shrapnel, he’s fortunate to still possess all of his limbs and digits and both of his eyes.
His face is covered by one of the Oma Ker colony markings, a dark blue that sometimes gets lost in the pale grey tone of his carapace when in darkened conditions, a constant condition on Omega. The entirety of his fringes are coloured, and a singular symmetrical line runs down his face, just under his pronounced cheek plates and across the bottom of his chin, and the left and right sides of his rectangular, serrated nose are similarly coloured. Much like his personality, it can be subtle until you begin to notice it, then it becomes very difficult to ignore.
His eyes seem to compromise between his tone and markings in that they are a pleasant blue-grey that are narrow and skeptical, if not outright distrustful, of people outside of what little close circle of friends and acquaintances he has left. Were it not for his perpetual predisposition to sneering and otherwise being dour of disposition, he could possibly be poster material for the Hierarchy recruiting vids, but those days are long behind him.
His face is covered by one of the Oma Ker colony markings, a dark blue that sometimes gets lost in the pale grey tone of his carapace when in darkened conditions, a constant condition on Omega. The entirety of his fringes are coloured, and a singular symmetrical line runs down his face, just under his pronounced cheek plates and across the bottom of his chin, and the left and right sides of his rectangular, serrated nose are similarly coloured. Much like his personality, it can be subtle until you begin to notice it, then it becomes very difficult to ignore.
His eyes seem to compromise between his tone and markings in that they are a pleasant blue-grey that are narrow and skeptical, if not outright distrustful, of people outside of what little close circle of friends and acquaintances he has left. Were it not for his perpetual predisposition to sneering and otherwise being dour of disposition, he could possibly be poster material for the Hierarchy recruiting vids, but those days are long behind him.
B A C K G R O U N D
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Born on the turian colony of Oma Ker in 2138CE, Ardan Parvius was the second born son to Varvius and Octaana Parvius, a turian artillery officer with the 78th Artillery Regiment and a fighter pilot with the 16th Flotilla respectively, giving the Parvius family a rather distinguished military pedigree and yet another cemented piece in a storied family mosaic. From a young age, Ardan learned of his family’s legacy and place in turian society on both his parents’ knees and grew up knowing that his parents could perish any day answering the call of duty. Because their service often took them across Citadel Space, Ardan was constantly on the move and all but assured to follow in his parents’ footsteps in becoming a career military man.
While his older brother Casius would enter his mandatory 15 year public service position as a police officer on Palaven, Ardan joined the military in 2153CE and after basic training he was enlisted in the 105th Combat Engineering Corps due to his high scores in mathematics and sciences. Ardan had elected to pursue a career starting off in the enlisted ranks for what he saw as a more exciting and fulfilling career path; he had no interest in commanding regiments or fleets, but rather proving himself on an individual level with more hands-on skills and combat experience. Perhaps, with time and promotion, he would earn his commission, but he did not wish to pursue an officer's rank without first establishing himself under his parents' legacy. For that reason, he elected not to enlist in either of his parents' units; Ardan wanted to be his own man.
Keeping in touch with his parents’ units via Extranet packets on an allotted biweekly basis, Ardan’s career took him across Citadel space, joining in larger military exercises on turian colony worlds and joint exercises with allied asari and salarian units, leading to friendly rivalries with the 105th’s counterparts from the other Council militaries.
While most of his career was training and rising up the rank structure, reaching Corporal after 2 years of service, Ardan did see combat on remote worlds, engaging with pirates, turian separatists, and others operating outside of galactic law. His unit, being a combat engineer regiment, was largely responsible for establishing base camps, building defenses, and laying area denial weapons like landmines and turrets to deter the enemy. At the earliest opportunity, Ardan took Sapper and underwater demolitions training, wishing for an opportunity to bring the fight to the enemy.
These skills brought Ardan into specialized strike teams that acted in support of the infantry regiments and were used to destroy bunkers, breach buildings, and sabotage enemy infrastructure and vehicles. For his role in destroying an enemy artillery emplacement ahead of the main assault, Ardan was given the Banner of the 105th to carry on parade for the next month and several commendations from his superior officers. This would be the height of his career, as the next year was relatively peaceful without any major combat deployments until word came of an unknown alien race activating the dormant Relay 314. Soon, Ardan Parvius two months after his 19th birthday, would be deployed to Shanxi in what would be the largest military deployment of his career under Captain Orodis, a distinguished career officer with undeniable pedigre.
Ardan’s first meeting with humans ultimately ended up being a long-range firefight where him, his fellow sappers, and the infantry they were attached to spent hours shooting at distant muzzle flashes. The first time he saw a human up close was the corpses of the line they had overrun, and he found the humans to be unnervingly similar in appearance to asari. Thinking they were some distant cousin of the asari, Ardan spent most of the conflict paranoid about the humans having powerful biotic capabilities which they seemed to be holding back as some kind of strategic gambit to hit the turian forces should they overextend their supply lines. The human forces were quickly overrun and the planet was soon under turian control. A month long occupation followed, luring the turian garrisons into a false sense of security.
When the 2nd Fleet broke through and hit the turian positions, the once dominant turians found themselves on the defense and constantly losing ground to the fresh and vengeful human forces. Ardan fought hard and scored kills against human armour, including two Grizzly and three Mako tanks, before being ordered to retreat. Very nearly defying orders, Ardan and his unit reluctantly left the planet to regroup with the fleet.
When they found out that turian casualties at that point were higher than the humans, Ardan demanded his commanding officer convince his superiors to organize a strike force against the human supply lines and disorganize their forces before they could regroup and dig in to prepare for another invasion. Although rebuked for his insubordination, Captain Orodis nonetheless began to coordinate and organize an advance strike force with the Fleet with the blessing of high command. However, before the turians could counter-attack, a ceasefire was called and it came known that the Council was negotiating with the humans, the asari leading the efforts, further lending credence to Ardan’s suspicion that humans might be their distant cousins. Furious with the resolution of the conflict and how the turians, the most powerful military force in the galaxy, was forced into a treaty with the humans after suffering heavier losses was a scar that was, in Ardan’s eyes, an unforgivable embarrassment.
For the first time in the sapper’s career, Ardan started to think that maybe the turian Hierarchy had grown soft and would not be prepared to meet its peacekeeping mandate if its response to future threats was equally flaccid and spineless. Were the turians not the ones who had single handedly stopped the krogans during the Krogan Rebellions? Ardan asked the Spirits for guidance, the spirit of the Hierarchy, of his Regiment, of his family, and he found no answers or comfort. Finding out his mother had lost a leg after being shot down in the conflict did little to steel Ardan’s resolve, and after watching the televised treaty being signed between human and turian representatives, most insultingly of all the Hierarchy agreeing to pay war reparations, was too much for Ardan. After 4 years of service, well short of the mandatory 15 years of public service turian culture demands of all citizens, Ardan deserted from the military, disappearing from the public eye for some time.
It was an easy enough break for the turian; quietly arranging transportation weeks ahead of his next leave and not offering any overt signs of his true intentions, Ardan spent his next leave traveling to the very edge of Council space under the pretext of wanting to see "the frontier of civilized space", Ardan's grand escape into the Terminus Systems and out of the reach of the Hierarchy was a salarian-run freighter that didn't ask many questions as long as a large enough sum of credits was dangled in front of their noses.
The next time anyone from the Parvius family heard from Ardan was when his brother Casius received an Extranet packet from an unknown source that turned out to be Ardan letting him know he was safe and in the Terminus Systems some three years later, putting as much space between him, humanity, and the Hierarchy as possible. Ardan managed to get a few more messages back and forth with Casius, who was now serving as a hastatim, and now acting as an emissary between Ardan and his parents. The former soldier disappeared for quite some time, only trying to contact his family once every few months.
Casius, understandably disappointed with his brother's recklessness and willing destruction of his career, was livid with Ardan, but found it impossible to stay entirely angry with his brother. After all, they had always been close in their younger years, and despite their family often having long periods of time between contact thanks to their separate careers, they were still close. Ardan didn't want to try and face his parents, and so Casius acted like something of a messenger for him. The brothers drifted apart given the time and space between them, and one of their final transmissions came with a simple warning; "You cannot come home, or I will be legally obligated to bring you in, Ardan."
The last time Ardan tried contacting his family in over ten years, where his message went unanswered.
Ardan didn't take long to arrive at Omega after his departure, hoping to make a new life for himself far from what her perceived was a corrupt and ineffectual galactic government.
The next three years had not treated Ardan kindly, as trying to adjust to life on the largely lawless station was far outside of the orderly and lawful existence he had lead up until his departure from the military. He took up work with a building firm that needed someone with expertise in blasting rock, or tearing down old buildings, and for a while, Ardan found a humble calling that brought in enough pay to support a small one bedroom apartment in a mostly turian district, a mostly out of the way place with few amenities and beneath the notice of the gang warfare that seemed to sweep across the asteroid colony like clockwork. And so for years, Ardan somehow avoided making any meaningful social connections as his life was a routine and regimented cycle of work, exercise and training, and preparing to do it over again.
He had a few belongings to his name, including a small crate of things he’d managed to grab from Oma Ker before his defection, but it didn’t take long for him to realize that he needed more than his old service pistol for defense. Coming from a society where violent separatist groups were an expected part of life, living somewhere that was owned and run by street gangs was enough to make the turian realize that the quiet times wouldn’t last forever. His fears were validated when his company began to mine a new section of rock to expand a commercial district and discovered a strain of rare metals.
Knowing that it wouldn’t be quiet for long, Ardan quickly answered the call for a citizen militia to form by one of the more proactive members of the community, Regalus Vendaris, one of the community’s security officers, and immediately the community banded together and began running drills and training in anticipation for what came next. Within the week, a gang called the Crimson Fist arrived with a force of 30 men, who upon arrival declared that they were there to provide security for the new discovery. Anyone who had been on Omega for longer than a week know what that particular amount of double speak amounted to.
The gang was allowed into the community, uncontested, and unaware of the trap that was lying in wait for them. When the Crimson Fist arrived at the gates to the dig site, they were held up at the security gates and that’s when a firestorm erupted around them from the concealed militia; a section’s worth of ordinance was unleashed from the capable hands of military-trained turians who made short work of the Crimson Fist group, and from their bodies pried military-grade weaponry and technology to supplement their civilian and surplus arms, and the more pragmatic in the militia made arrangements with ethically-flexible doctors who needed the bodies for organs and testing purposes.
Ardan found a spark he’d been missing in his life for a few years; he’d missed the combat, the fighting alongside a fireteam. It felt good, he felt the pride and dignity seep back into his bones.
He blasted rocks for three more years.
Granted, he trained constantly with the militia and with the new influx of credits from the mining operation and the growing population of their humble community he could afford new weapons and arms that could even make gangs with mechs and armoured support hesitate to press their luck, but a few of the dumber or more risk-loving ones took their shots, and the results weren’t much better than the Crimson Fists three years prior. Ardan found himself away from the community more and more, taking side jobs as a gun for hire or to pick up needed supplies, and it was on these excursions that Ardan began to frequent a strip club at neighbouring Rhytheia District, the Blue Oasis, and it was there he met his first, and only, wife.
In a whirlwind romance, if one could call it that, Veetsha D’alyt, an asari, and Ardan got married a week after they met in a sketchy registration office and moved into a new apartment in Rhytheia District shortly after Ardan left his job with the company and the militia behind. His quality of life was better, and he found a more martial application for his skills, and they were seemingly happy for about three months when Veetsha up and left with most of their meager belongings. Ardan was left with little more than a recliner, the coffee table (sans seat), the built in vidscreen in the living room wall, and his collection of sidearms and the stuffed Volus plush toy he’d deemed worth saving as a memento of his home and life back on Oma Ker.
It was difficult for Ardan to come to terms with the reality of the situation; Veetsha never truly loved him, and their romance (if it could ever truly been called that) was a sham based on the exploitative personality of an asari stripper who had subscribed to Ardan's boasts and dreams of moving up in the hired gun game to financial success; when that success did not materialize quickly enough for Veetsha, she made plans to take what little Ardan had when he was away on his "big break", using the meager belongings and wealth he'd accumulated to pay her way to a better part of the station.
Perhaps it had started with genuine intentions, and perhaps somewhere deep down, Veetsha actually liked the down on his luck turian mercenary and his genuine affection for her, but the truth of the matter was he was likely nothing more than a client who had gotten too close to her and learned a harsh lesson about life on Omega and thinking that a romance that grew from financial exchange and entirely too much alcohol was built to last and genuine. As it turned out, the lawlessness of Omega was a bit more pervasive than Ardan had initially thought; his marriage wasn't legally binding and it was entirely possible Veetsha wasn't actually her real name; it would be impossible to track her down.
Ardan, not being one to flex his convictions, was back as a regular of the Blue Oasis a week later. This time, he tipped a bit less.
Without much else in the way of options, Ardan became a freelancer, often taking jobs that involved taking down smaller gangs and criminals with outfits that required a replacement set of hands, Ardan spent decades building up a name for himself as a man who could get things done to the point where he could start commanding a price. From clearing vorcha out from undercities to smuggling jobs to commando-style raids that called upon his expertise with explosives, Ardan was contented with his corner of Omega and more often than not, the turian wasn’t hard pressed to find someone who wanted to buy him a drink and offer him a side gig. When news came of his old community being overrun and Regalus dying heroically in a last stand, Ardan simply raised a glass for an old fallen comrade. Such was life on Omega.
It was around the time of the Skyllian Blitz and the subsequent assault on Torfan that Ardan came across the name and associated reputation of Kolya and the Achilles, which Ardan learned was named after a legendary human warrior whose apparent legacy was being slang for having terrible ankles and weaknesses. Despite his misgivings towards the young captain's species in general, any mercenary worth their carapace in the Terminus had to be able to set aside prejudices for lucrative jobs and keeping your name on people's minds as someone who is reliable and doesn't complicate missions due to their personal egos.
Deciding that Kolya's current focus of targeting pirates and other criminal elements that made a living preying on defenseless civilians, the turian reached out to Kolya to see if the captain had use for someone who was capable of single handedly taking down a frigate.
As it turns out that is a particularly transferable skill on Omega.
While his older brother Casius would enter his mandatory 15 year public service position as a police officer on Palaven, Ardan joined the military in 2153CE and after basic training he was enlisted in the 105th Combat Engineering Corps due to his high scores in mathematics and sciences. Ardan had elected to pursue a career starting off in the enlisted ranks for what he saw as a more exciting and fulfilling career path; he had no interest in commanding regiments or fleets, but rather proving himself on an individual level with more hands-on skills and combat experience. Perhaps, with time and promotion, he would earn his commission, but he did not wish to pursue an officer's rank without first establishing himself under his parents' legacy. For that reason, he elected not to enlist in either of his parents' units; Ardan wanted to be his own man.
Keeping in touch with his parents’ units via Extranet packets on an allotted biweekly basis, Ardan’s career took him across Citadel space, joining in larger military exercises on turian colony worlds and joint exercises with allied asari and salarian units, leading to friendly rivalries with the 105th’s counterparts from the other Council militaries.
While most of his career was training and rising up the rank structure, reaching Corporal after 2 years of service, Ardan did see combat on remote worlds, engaging with pirates, turian separatists, and others operating outside of galactic law. His unit, being a combat engineer regiment, was largely responsible for establishing base camps, building defenses, and laying area denial weapons like landmines and turrets to deter the enemy. At the earliest opportunity, Ardan took Sapper and underwater demolitions training, wishing for an opportunity to bring the fight to the enemy.
These skills brought Ardan into specialized strike teams that acted in support of the infantry regiments and were used to destroy bunkers, breach buildings, and sabotage enemy infrastructure and vehicles. For his role in destroying an enemy artillery emplacement ahead of the main assault, Ardan was given the Banner of the 105th to carry on parade for the next month and several commendations from his superior officers. This would be the height of his career, as the next year was relatively peaceful without any major combat deployments until word came of an unknown alien race activating the dormant Relay 314. Soon, Ardan Parvius two months after his 19th birthday, would be deployed to Shanxi in what would be the largest military deployment of his career under Captain Orodis, a distinguished career officer with undeniable pedigre.
Ardan’s first meeting with humans ultimately ended up being a long-range firefight where him, his fellow sappers, and the infantry they were attached to spent hours shooting at distant muzzle flashes. The first time he saw a human up close was the corpses of the line they had overrun, and he found the humans to be unnervingly similar in appearance to asari. Thinking they were some distant cousin of the asari, Ardan spent most of the conflict paranoid about the humans having powerful biotic capabilities which they seemed to be holding back as some kind of strategic gambit to hit the turian forces should they overextend their supply lines. The human forces were quickly overrun and the planet was soon under turian control. A month long occupation followed, luring the turian garrisons into a false sense of security.
When the 2nd Fleet broke through and hit the turian positions, the once dominant turians found themselves on the defense and constantly losing ground to the fresh and vengeful human forces. Ardan fought hard and scored kills against human armour, including two Grizzly and three Mako tanks, before being ordered to retreat. Very nearly defying orders, Ardan and his unit reluctantly left the planet to regroup with the fleet.
When they found out that turian casualties at that point were higher than the humans, Ardan demanded his commanding officer convince his superiors to organize a strike force against the human supply lines and disorganize their forces before they could regroup and dig in to prepare for another invasion. Although rebuked for his insubordination, Captain Orodis nonetheless began to coordinate and organize an advance strike force with the Fleet with the blessing of high command. However, before the turians could counter-attack, a ceasefire was called and it came known that the Council was negotiating with the humans, the asari leading the efforts, further lending credence to Ardan’s suspicion that humans might be their distant cousins. Furious with the resolution of the conflict and how the turians, the most powerful military force in the galaxy, was forced into a treaty with the humans after suffering heavier losses was a scar that was, in Ardan’s eyes, an unforgivable embarrassment.
For the first time in the sapper’s career, Ardan started to think that maybe the turian Hierarchy had grown soft and would not be prepared to meet its peacekeeping mandate if its response to future threats was equally flaccid and spineless. Were the turians not the ones who had single handedly stopped the krogans during the Krogan Rebellions? Ardan asked the Spirits for guidance, the spirit of the Hierarchy, of his Regiment, of his family, and he found no answers or comfort. Finding out his mother had lost a leg after being shot down in the conflict did little to steel Ardan’s resolve, and after watching the televised treaty being signed between human and turian representatives, most insultingly of all the Hierarchy agreeing to pay war reparations, was too much for Ardan. After 4 years of service, well short of the mandatory 15 years of public service turian culture demands of all citizens, Ardan deserted from the military, disappearing from the public eye for some time.
It was an easy enough break for the turian; quietly arranging transportation weeks ahead of his next leave and not offering any overt signs of his true intentions, Ardan spent his next leave traveling to the very edge of Council space under the pretext of wanting to see "the frontier of civilized space", Ardan's grand escape into the Terminus Systems and out of the reach of the Hierarchy was a salarian-run freighter that didn't ask many questions as long as a large enough sum of credits was dangled in front of their noses.
The next time anyone from the Parvius family heard from Ardan was when his brother Casius received an Extranet packet from an unknown source that turned out to be Ardan letting him know he was safe and in the Terminus Systems some three years later, putting as much space between him, humanity, and the Hierarchy as possible. Ardan managed to get a few more messages back and forth with Casius, who was now serving as a hastatim, and now acting as an emissary between Ardan and his parents. The former soldier disappeared for quite some time, only trying to contact his family once every few months.
Casius, understandably disappointed with his brother's recklessness and willing destruction of his career, was livid with Ardan, but found it impossible to stay entirely angry with his brother. After all, they had always been close in their younger years, and despite their family often having long periods of time between contact thanks to their separate careers, they were still close. Ardan didn't want to try and face his parents, and so Casius acted like something of a messenger for him. The brothers drifted apart given the time and space between them, and one of their final transmissions came with a simple warning; "You cannot come home, or I will be legally obligated to bring you in, Ardan."
The last time Ardan tried contacting his family in over ten years, where his message went unanswered.
Ardan didn't take long to arrive at Omega after his departure, hoping to make a new life for himself far from what her perceived was a corrupt and ineffectual galactic government.
The next three years had not treated Ardan kindly, as trying to adjust to life on the largely lawless station was far outside of the orderly and lawful existence he had lead up until his departure from the military. He took up work with a building firm that needed someone with expertise in blasting rock, or tearing down old buildings, and for a while, Ardan found a humble calling that brought in enough pay to support a small one bedroom apartment in a mostly turian district, a mostly out of the way place with few amenities and beneath the notice of the gang warfare that seemed to sweep across the asteroid colony like clockwork. And so for years, Ardan somehow avoided making any meaningful social connections as his life was a routine and regimented cycle of work, exercise and training, and preparing to do it over again.
He had a few belongings to his name, including a small crate of things he’d managed to grab from Oma Ker before his defection, but it didn’t take long for him to realize that he needed more than his old service pistol for defense. Coming from a society where violent separatist groups were an expected part of life, living somewhere that was owned and run by street gangs was enough to make the turian realize that the quiet times wouldn’t last forever. His fears were validated when his company began to mine a new section of rock to expand a commercial district and discovered a strain of rare metals.
Knowing that it wouldn’t be quiet for long, Ardan quickly answered the call for a citizen militia to form by one of the more proactive members of the community, Regalus Vendaris, one of the community’s security officers, and immediately the community banded together and began running drills and training in anticipation for what came next. Within the week, a gang called the Crimson Fist arrived with a force of 30 men, who upon arrival declared that they were there to provide security for the new discovery. Anyone who had been on Omega for longer than a week know what that particular amount of double speak amounted to.
The gang was allowed into the community, uncontested, and unaware of the trap that was lying in wait for them. When the Crimson Fist arrived at the gates to the dig site, they were held up at the security gates and that’s when a firestorm erupted around them from the concealed militia; a section’s worth of ordinance was unleashed from the capable hands of military-trained turians who made short work of the Crimson Fist group, and from their bodies pried military-grade weaponry and technology to supplement their civilian and surplus arms, and the more pragmatic in the militia made arrangements with ethically-flexible doctors who needed the bodies for organs and testing purposes.
Ardan found a spark he’d been missing in his life for a few years; he’d missed the combat, the fighting alongside a fireteam. It felt good, he felt the pride and dignity seep back into his bones.
He blasted rocks for three more years.
Granted, he trained constantly with the militia and with the new influx of credits from the mining operation and the growing population of their humble community he could afford new weapons and arms that could even make gangs with mechs and armoured support hesitate to press their luck, but a few of the dumber or more risk-loving ones took their shots, and the results weren’t much better than the Crimson Fists three years prior. Ardan found himself away from the community more and more, taking side jobs as a gun for hire or to pick up needed supplies, and it was on these excursions that Ardan began to frequent a strip club at neighbouring Rhytheia District, the Blue Oasis, and it was there he met his first, and only, wife.
In a whirlwind romance, if one could call it that, Veetsha D’alyt, an asari, and Ardan got married a week after they met in a sketchy registration office and moved into a new apartment in Rhytheia District shortly after Ardan left his job with the company and the militia behind. His quality of life was better, and he found a more martial application for his skills, and they were seemingly happy for about three months when Veetsha up and left with most of their meager belongings. Ardan was left with little more than a recliner, the coffee table (sans seat), the built in vidscreen in the living room wall, and his collection of sidearms and the stuffed Volus plush toy he’d deemed worth saving as a memento of his home and life back on Oma Ker.
It was difficult for Ardan to come to terms with the reality of the situation; Veetsha never truly loved him, and their romance (if it could ever truly been called that) was a sham based on the exploitative personality of an asari stripper who had subscribed to Ardan's boasts and dreams of moving up in the hired gun game to financial success; when that success did not materialize quickly enough for Veetsha, she made plans to take what little Ardan had when he was away on his "big break", using the meager belongings and wealth he'd accumulated to pay her way to a better part of the station.
Perhaps it had started with genuine intentions, and perhaps somewhere deep down, Veetsha actually liked the down on his luck turian mercenary and his genuine affection for her, but the truth of the matter was he was likely nothing more than a client who had gotten too close to her and learned a harsh lesson about life on Omega and thinking that a romance that grew from financial exchange and entirely too much alcohol was built to last and genuine. As it turned out, the lawlessness of Omega was a bit more pervasive than Ardan had initially thought; his marriage wasn't legally binding and it was entirely possible Veetsha wasn't actually her real name; it would be impossible to track her down.
Ardan, not being one to flex his convictions, was back as a regular of the Blue Oasis a week later. This time, he tipped a bit less.
Without much else in the way of options, Ardan became a freelancer, often taking jobs that involved taking down smaller gangs and criminals with outfits that required a replacement set of hands, Ardan spent decades building up a name for himself as a man who could get things done to the point where he could start commanding a price. From clearing vorcha out from undercities to smuggling jobs to commando-style raids that called upon his expertise with explosives, Ardan was contented with his corner of Omega and more often than not, the turian wasn’t hard pressed to find someone who wanted to buy him a drink and offer him a side gig. When news came of his old community being overrun and Regalus dying heroically in a last stand, Ardan simply raised a glass for an old fallen comrade. Such was life on Omega.
It was around the time of the Skyllian Blitz and the subsequent assault on Torfan that Ardan came across the name and associated reputation of Kolya and the Achilles, which Ardan learned was named after a legendary human warrior whose apparent legacy was being slang for having terrible ankles and weaknesses. Despite his misgivings towards the young captain's species in general, any mercenary worth their carapace in the Terminus had to be able to set aside prejudices for lucrative jobs and keeping your name on people's minds as someone who is reliable and doesn't complicate missions due to their personal egos.
Deciding that Kolya's current focus of targeting pirates and other criminal elements that made a living preying on defenseless civilians, the turian reached out to Kolya to see if the captain had use for someone who was capable of single handedly taking down a frigate.
As it turns out that is a particularly transferable skill on Omega.
S K I L L S
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There's no military training more through and no culture with a deeply engrained sense of honour and duty instilled into its populace as you will find among the turians. Ardan is a product of strict turian societal obligations, an unwavering sense of duty, and years of armed service that despite his decades as a freelancer on his own terms has left him with an unrivaled sense of discipline and bearing that have lent themselves well in the numbers of skirmishes and battles he's found himself in over the years. Unflinching under fire and capable of carrying on with a calm and collected disposition, Ardan has found himself greatly at an advantage over less-experienced or trained enemies who strain under combat conditions. You can take a turian out of the military, but you cannot take the military out of a turian.
As such, Ardan's proficient and qualified with most every classification of small arm that you can find; if he hasn't seen it before, it only takes a matter of minutes before he's familiar enough with its inner workings to use it effectively, or service it. Qualified on service pistol, rifle, shotgun, and heavy ordinance, Ardan is a remarkably consistent shot with steady hands, thanks to his methodical approach to combat. While he isn't much of an assault trooper or a force recon specialist, Ardan makes up the backbone of any fireteam with precise suppressing fire and the ability to accurately launch a grenade through a head-sized hole at several hundred meters, a mixture of his own talent with such weapons and his targeting visor.
Additionally, Ardan is an exceptional demolitions expert. Much of his loadout for many missions is comprised of various forms of explosive devices from mines to plastic explosives, giving Ardan tactical flexibility to complete missions. Hot breaching is a favorite of his, as well as infrastructure sabotage. There are a number of buildings, structures, and material across the Terminus System that became little more than scrap after a visit from Ardan and whatever team he happened to be a part of at the time.
A large part of Ardan's training included emergency first aid, Extra Vehicular Activity, diving, driving, and survival. While he's likely not the best on any given team at more specialist tasks, he is more than capable of filling in voids in team composition and ensuring mission success, even if he has to improvise on the fly.
As such, Ardan's proficient and qualified with most every classification of small arm that you can find; if he hasn't seen it before, it only takes a matter of minutes before he's familiar enough with its inner workings to use it effectively, or service it. Qualified on service pistol, rifle, shotgun, and heavy ordinance, Ardan is a remarkably consistent shot with steady hands, thanks to his methodical approach to combat. While he isn't much of an assault trooper or a force recon specialist, Ardan makes up the backbone of any fireteam with precise suppressing fire and the ability to accurately launch a grenade through a head-sized hole at several hundred meters, a mixture of his own talent with such weapons and his targeting visor.
Additionally, Ardan is an exceptional demolitions expert. Much of his loadout for many missions is comprised of various forms of explosive devices from mines to plastic explosives, giving Ardan tactical flexibility to complete missions. Hot breaching is a favorite of his, as well as infrastructure sabotage. There are a number of buildings, structures, and material across the Terminus System that became little more than scrap after a visit from Ardan and whatever team he happened to be a part of at the time.
A large part of Ardan's training included emergency first aid, Extra Vehicular Activity, diving, driving, and survival. While he's likely not the best on any given team at more specialist tasks, he is more than capable of filling in voids in team composition and ensuring mission success, even if he has to improvise on the fly.
E Q U I P M E N T
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- Elanus Risk Control Services M-100 Grenade Launcher
A force-multiplier that keeps even krogan and biotics alike humble, Ardan's proficiency with the M-100 is nothing short of awe-inspiring. There are few things Ardan loves more than a cluster of hostiles who forgot the meaning of the word "spacing", and his trusty grenade launcher is the tool he uses to teach said hostiles a particularly harsh and final lesson. While limited by the bulk of the rounds he can carry on his person or in a tactical pack, this is a weapon for "special" occasions, particularly when a fireteam is outnumbered or dealing with particularly tough opposing forces. - Kassa Fabrication M37 Falcon
- Omni-blade attachment, improved heat sink, optical sightDespite his profound dislike for the Systems Alliance in general, Ardan is agnostic in his opinions when it comes to military hardware. After acquiring the Kassa Fabrication M37, Ardan quickly fell in love with the portable 25mm micro-grenade launcher due to its versatility and accuracy. Capable of destroying soft-cover, opening doors, breaking armour, and disabling light vehicles and mechs alike, the M37 is Ardan's go-to weapon. Even a pack of Vorcha think twice about rushing a man who can calmly blast limbs off and fill body cavities with shrapnel from several hundred meters.
- Elanus Risk Control Services M-3 Predator
- Hammerhead rounds, improved heat sinkArdan's old service pistol, well-used and well-loved. Despite his vast collection of handguns, this is the one that he brings into battle and it is the weapon he is most familiar with. From room clearing to VIP escort, Ardan turns to his heavy pistol when explosives are ill-advised.
- Elanus Risk Control Services Medium Guardian Armour
"'Parvius, you're a demolitions expert. Why don't you wear heavy armour?' they ask. To that I say you carry 24 heavy grenades, a micro fabricator, 12 bricks of plastique, 3 heavy anti-vehicle mines, your service weapon, rations and medical supplies, and mission-specific gear into a combat zone. Now, go set a 30-second fuse and run out of the blast radius and tell me how you feel. I can do my damn job easier if I'm not weighed down by a bunch of armour that won't stop my organs from getting pulped if an explosion occurs next to my person anyways. Besides, ERCS actually understands turian physiology and how we move; you don't need to soak up incoming rounds if you can get to cover without exhausting yourself." - Ariake Technologies Stalwart-class Head's Up Display in his visorAlthough human-designed, it's been widely accepted that Ariake is among the best when it comes to HUDs and targeting algorithms on the market. Ardan's visor is linked with his omni-tool and his weapons' computer systems, offering visual ballistic arcs of grenades and crosshairs for his Predator. Once linked, his squadmates' locations, vitals, and weapon diagnostics are visible to him, and speech to text interfaces are available when in the middle of a deafening firefight where communication needs to be crystal clear. Before operations, Ardan downloads maps where possible, and he has incorporated a real-time marking function where whatever he has in his crosshairs will be illuminated to squadmembers and himself.
- Ariake Technologies Logic Arrest Omni-toolA reliable omnitool that does much of the computing and information processing in Ardan's visor, he uses mainly commercial programs with affordable encryption, nothing particularly tech-savvy or customized. It works when he turns it on and doesn't act up, and that's good enough for him.
A B I L I T I E S
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- Fortification
Proximity Mine
Fragmentation Grenade
Concussive Shot
PSYCH PROFILE
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Ardan Parvius is a classic example of a man whose entire life and beliefs were shaken to the core and responding in a less than ideal manner. Where he was once assured of the Hierarchy's supremacy and how it was a turian’s duty to fight until the enemy could no longer do so or there were no more turians left to fight, the fact that the humans breached galactic law and had put the turian military to shame during the Relay 314 Incident and the subsequent coddling the Council gave humans eroded the once ironclad faith Ardan carried in the Hierarchy. Now aimless and unsure of where his place is in the galaxy after coming from a strictly regimented society where all facets of life are assured, Ardan has had a degree of difficulty adapting to his new circumstances as a gun for hire on Omega. As a result, he is a bitter, sarcastic, and largely apathetic individual who lacks the direction or purpose that once defined him.
This has led to several career changes, an ill-advised and doomed marriage and little, if any, friends. While he is still boastful and confident to people he meets, several aspects of Ardan's personality are like a puzzle that has been dropped; several pieces don't fit where they should and the whole package isn't quite coming together. Nonetheless, he is still an extremely capable individual with several decades of combined military and mercenary experience and a talent for getting the job done. While his personality might put him at odds with his comrades, having some form of structure and leadership in his life may be exactly what he needs to get himself back on track and reclaim some sense of the purpose he had once had.
Adran is also a compulsive snacker, and a bag of nuts or other salted treats are never long away from his person. He enjoys collecting handguns and military paraphernalia as they remind him of a simpler, much happier time. A childhood toy, a stuffed volus, is one of his most cherished and sentimental belongings that now sits on a shelf in his apartment along with several other personal effects.
He possesses a degree of animosity and resentment towards Citadel Space and he harbours a lingering prejudice towards humans for being unwelcome newcomers to the galactic stage that demand far more than their station would permit, krogan for being warmongering savages that would try to conquer the galaxy the moment the genophage is lifted, quarians for being nomadic freeloaders who were more than capable of finding a new homeworld or colony in their 300 years of exile, and batarians for being utterly hostile to innocent lives and their practices in slavery and torture. However, as an operative, Ardan is capable of looking past his prejudices and working with members of most species in the galaxy and he has an easier time seeing individuals as exceptions to the rather unfortunate rule.
Despite his more self-centered approach to life and apathetic nature, Ardan still believes in order and the duties a turian must perform, and a lot of that means sticking up for people who cannot stick up for themselves and to preserve innocent lives. He has on numerous occasions risked his life to protect a non-combatant, regardless of species. While he is very much a typical product of Omega, he still adheres to a personal code of conduct.
This has led to several career changes, an ill-advised and doomed marriage and little, if any, friends. While he is still boastful and confident to people he meets, several aspects of Ardan's personality are like a puzzle that has been dropped; several pieces don't fit where they should and the whole package isn't quite coming together. Nonetheless, he is still an extremely capable individual with several decades of combined military and mercenary experience and a talent for getting the job done. While his personality might put him at odds with his comrades, having some form of structure and leadership in his life may be exactly what he needs to get himself back on track and reclaim some sense of the purpose he had once had.
Adran is also a compulsive snacker, and a bag of nuts or other salted treats are never long away from his person. He enjoys collecting handguns and military paraphernalia as they remind him of a simpler, much happier time. A childhood toy, a stuffed volus, is one of his most cherished and sentimental belongings that now sits on a shelf in his apartment along with several other personal effects.
He possesses a degree of animosity and resentment towards Citadel Space and he harbours a lingering prejudice towards humans for being unwelcome newcomers to the galactic stage that demand far more than their station would permit, krogan for being warmongering savages that would try to conquer the galaxy the moment the genophage is lifted, quarians for being nomadic freeloaders who were more than capable of finding a new homeworld or colony in their 300 years of exile, and batarians for being utterly hostile to innocent lives and their practices in slavery and torture. However, as an operative, Ardan is capable of looking past his prejudices and working with members of most species in the galaxy and he has an easier time seeing individuals as exceptions to the rather unfortunate rule.
Despite his more self-centered approach to life and apathetic nature, Ardan still believes in order and the duties a turian must perform, and a lot of that means sticking up for people who cannot stick up for themselves and to preserve innocent lives. He has on numerous occasions risked his life to protect a non-combatant, regardless of species. While he is very much a typical product of Omega, he still adheres to a personal code of conduct.
T R A I T S
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Positive Traits
Disciplined
Reliable
Ethical
Negative Traits
Arrogant
Prejudiced
Belligerent
Disciplined
Reliable
Ethical
Negative Traits
Arrogant
Prejudiced
Belligerent
V I C E S
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Gambling
Strip Clubs
Military Surplus Markets
Claw Games
Ardan finds it hard to resist a strategically located Quasar machine; out of all of the gambling options, he finds Quasar statistically the most likely to cash out for him and there have been more than a few regrettable nights and lost pay to one of the cursed machines, which Ardan looks at with the same concentration as when he's defusing or arming some kind of high explosive device. He's ahead in earnings, but not by much; it's just enough for him to delude himself into thinking he's almost got the system figured out to his benefit.
Strip Clubs
Or; How I Met Your Mother.
Ardan's first an only wife was a stripper, which was a doomed relationship from the start. Any relationship starting off with a financial transaction and copious amounts of alcohol are already an uphill battle, and Ardan's normally meticulous personality didn't see the red flags until his wife cleared him out. This set back didn't change his habits, however, and he frequents such establishments between missions, perhaps to offer himself the illusion he's likeable and charming, or to forget his loneliness and isolation brought upon by his impulsive self-exile from his friends, family, and unit.
Ardan's first an only wife was a stripper, which was a doomed relationship from the start. Any relationship starting off with a financial transaction and copious amounts of alcohol are already an uphill battle, and Ardan's normally meticulous personality didn't see the red flags until his wife cleared him out. This set back didn't change his habits, however, and he frequents such establishments between missions, perhaps to offer himself the illusion he's likeable and charming, or to forget his loneliness and isolation brought upon by his impulsive self-exile from his friends, family, and unit.
Military Surplus Markets
The nice part of the Terminus Systems is old military shipments and equipment find themselves scattered around virtually everywhere without regulations. Almost without fail, Ardan will scour the various kiosks and shops looking for peripheral or storied handguns that he is searching for to complete his collection. He might tell you he really needs a cold-forged entrenching tool, the personal handgun of an obscure admiral, a signed poster Blasto sent to the troops, and a three-century old banner from a storied combat regiment, but he doesn't. He really doesn't.
Claw Games
The bane of his childhood and an ongoing fixation well into his middle-age, Ardan has spent more credits than he'll ever admit trying to win a stupid prize from one of these contraptions. Ever since he won his prized stuffed Volus, Ardan has been trying for a stuffed Elcor and Hanar to join the Volus without any such luck. Usually his sense of pride will keep him from attempting something he knows will likely be rigged, but get a few drinks into him and the nostalgia goggles come out.
H A U N T
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The Armoury
Comfortable enough lurking aboard a turian-made vessel (clearly, the captain has excellent tastes in craftsmanship and capability), Ardan was never a naval crewman and as such, the inner workings of anything without a gun bore and a targeting system is outside of his wheelhouse. However, as a veteran of both the Relay 314 Incident and a number of hired gun contracts, Ardan knows his way around most small arms and heavy weapons that are commonly flooding Omega's markets and finds himself rather indispensable as something of an authority on maintaining and operating just about anything a crew mate brings to "The Pit", where he serves as the de facto armourer between missions.
Being the mission demolition expert and someone who fusses over his gear like a teenager fusses over their first skycar, Ardan is loathed to think of anyone handling his expensive and immaculate combat inventory without his presence and as such has entrusted himself to give similar attention to detail to whatever weapons the mercenaries have at their disposal. Between optimization, calibration, cleaning and other small performance tweaks and refinements, Ardan is a big reason that a gun goes bang every time the trigger is pulled and old and neglected bits of hardware don't get jammed mid-deployment.
His prized Volus plushie and signed Blasto poster adorn this work space, and he has a drawer dedicated to whatever snacks he can pick up on shore leave.
Being the mission demolition expert and someone who fusses over his gear like a teenager fusses over their first skycar, Ardan is loathed to think of anyone handling his expensive and immaculate combat inventory without his presence and as such has entrusted himself to give similar attention to detail to whatever weapons the mercenaries have at their disposal. Between optimization, calibration, cleaning and other small performance tweaks and refinements, Ardan is a big reason that a gun goes bang every time the trigger is pulled and old and neglected bits of hardware don't get jammed mid-deployment.
His prized Volus plushie and signed Blasto poster adorn this work space, and he has a drawer dedicated to whatever snacks he can pick up on shore leave.
D R I V E
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Ardan has struggled to accept that the galaxy is changing with the introduction of humanity, and being unable to accept that his people's place in the galaxy has changed somewhat has haunted him ever since he was young. He was raised to believe that the turians were the stalwart guardians of the galaxy, and in his eyes the failure at the Relay 314 incident and the subsequent acceptance of humanity into the Citadel changed everything for him. Thinking his government as foolish, and the council as orchestrating the biggest shame in its history, Ardan's entire mercenary career and a life in the Terminus System has left him bitter and without purpose.
Ardan wants to feel the same sense of belonging and purpose that had once defined him and his convictions that he doesn't know why he clings to, but being surrounded by cutthroats and scum without a code of ethics and conduct have left him jaded and believing that the galaxy is rotten to the core. Regardless, he stands up for those who cannot stand up for themselves, and knowing that his individual actions can change the lives of even a few people is filling a part of that void that has dominated his spirit for years now.
He knows he will never be able to go back to his home or family, but he still feels this lingering sense of longing for simpler times and companionship that has eluded him. Despite his misgivings and personal faults, he holds onto his convictions and presses forward, holding out hope that some day he'll be able to look in the mirror and see someone he can be proud of.
Ardan wants to feel the same sense of belonging and purpose that had once defined him and his convictions that he doesn't know why he clings to, but being surrounded by cutthroats and scum without a code of ethics and conduct have left him jaded and believing that the galaxy is rotten to the core. Regardless, he stands up for those who cannot stand up for themselves, and knowing that his individual actions can change the lives of even a few people is filling a part of that void that has dominated his spirit for years now.
He knows he will never be able to go back to his home or family, but he still feels this lingering sense of longing for simpler times and companionship that has eluded him. Despite his misgivings and personal faults, he holds onto his convictions and presses forward, holding out hope that some day he'll be able to look in the mirror and see someone he can be proud of.
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N A R Y X A K E S I R
⟁ 281 ⟁ Mono ⟁ Asari ⟁ Adept
⟁ 281 ⟁ Mono ⟁ Asari ⟁ Adept
A P P E A R A N C E
Typical of her race, Naryxa’s skin tone is a light and muted lilac, her scalp crests taking a much deeper shade of blue towards the tips with the colour seemingly applied in a pattern. She has smatterings of white freckles that frame her forehead, temples, and her cheeks. These freckles help to highlight each individual crest. They also happen to travel down the back of her neck and spine, should one be so lucky to see them. She stands tall and proud at 5'9" and weighs approximately 142lbs.
During her fleeting time as a commando, Naryxa, like many other young Asari mercenaries, took facial tattoos. The bright red, drastic patterning above her eyebrows is always eye-catching to others, especially so when set against her amber coloured eyes. She chooses to further draw attention to the bold colour by painting her lips in a similar shade. The tribal-like curved style and contrasting colour choice gives her an overall sensual appearance on her face, and can appear dominating to some.
Naryxa usually radiates a warm glow when she smiles that puts people at ease rather quickly and disarms feelings of hesitation. It is said that a true smile is given from the eyes, and hers absolutely glow with joy and add to her charm. She carries the same reassuring sincerity in her smile that so many fellow Asari do. That said, her demeanour can quickly shift from that to something more stern when something has displeased her, and the same eyes can become almost feline in their piercing gaze when required.
She has an enviably full and voluptuous feminine figure that years of dancing has given her. When not in armour, Naryxa wears light and loose fitting clothing - opting for a blend of comfort, fashion, and functionality. She is not particularly vain and is relaxed about her appearance, paying little attention to whether or not a garment is expensive. The only exception to this is when she goes out at night, she will wear heavy eye make-up, bright lipsticks, and revealing dresses.
During her fleeting time as a commando, Naryxa, like many other young Asari mercenaries, took facial tattoos. The bright red, drastic patterning above her eyebrows is always eye-catching to others, especially so when set against her amber coloured eyes. She chooses to further draw attention to the bold colour by painting her lips in a similar shade. The tribal-like curved style and contrasting colour choice gives her an overall sensual appearance on her face, and can appear dominating to some.
Naryxa usually radiates a warm glow when she smiles that puts people at ease rather quickly and disarms feelings of hesitation. It is said that a true smile is given from the eyes, and hers absolutely glow with joy and add to her charm. She carries the same reassuring sincerity in her smile that so many fellow Asari do. That said, her demeanour can quickly shift from that to something more stern when something has displeased her, and the same eyes can become almost feline in their piercing gaze when required.
She has an enviably full and voluptuous feminine figure that years of dancing has given her. When not in armour, Naryxa wears light and loose fitting clothing - opting for a blend of comfort, fashion, and functionality. She is not particularly vain and is relaxed about her appearance, paying little attention to whether or not a garment is expensive. The only exception to this is when she goes out at night, she will wear heavy eye make-up, bright lipsticks, and revealing dresses.
B A C K G R O U N D
Naryxa was born in 1898 to an Asari councilwoman, Vaessa Kesir, and a Salarian plant biologist male, Gurok Teran. Naryxa was closest to her father, living with him for her first 22 years, until he passed away at the age of 41. This was not to say that Naryxa did not also love and spend time with her mother. Quite the opposite, she loved her mother deeply but understood that her mother’s position on the council was important, particularly with the ongoing difficulties with the Geth and Quarians that was beginning during the early years of her childhood. Vaessa worked hard during her Matriarch years at the Citadel, and Gurok’s scientific work happened to have brought him to the Citadel - where for the sake of his daughter, he chose to live out his elder years. Teaching Naryxa about plant biology, the planets in the Milky Way, and of planet geography and weather patterns. All of the knowledge that her father gave her, has served her well throughout her entire life.
Saddened by her father’s death, at 22, Naryxa finally left the Citadel on an adventure of her own. Her father had created a dossier for her, listing some of the most beautiful and remarkable plants in the galaxy that could be found on different planets. Armed with the dossier and her mother’s approval, Naryxa jumped from ship-to-ship, hitchhiking her way through the galaxy to see each plant on the list.
Every so often, a plant that she would tick off would unlock a video from her father with a message about the plant, and some words of affirmation for his daughter. Many of his metaphors and words of wisdom are ones that she repeats to herself and others in difficult times. Suddenly, this journey with the dossier became a pilgrimage of sorts - and at each stop, Naryxa found herself engaging with the communities and people, developing, learning, and educating. Spreading her father’s research to the furthest reaches. After 9 and a half years, and 885 plants had been ticked off, Naryxa’s journey was done. Her father had planned out this journey for his daughter, so that she may have more years with him - and more memories that he could never have given her during his short life.
Naryxa then returned to the Citadel, and began working on scientific papers about her journey. For a while, this sustained her, but soon she found herself growing bored and wishing for a new adventure to embark on. Strangely, she found herself drawn, as many Maiden Asari do, to become an exotic dancer - to break free from the shackles of society and live out a life of social interaction on the fringes. So she did this, much to Vaessa’s chagrin. She danced her way around the Milky Way for over 80 years. She saw people come and go, friendships grow and flourish and then wither away almost just as quickly. It was during these years that she indulged in her first romantic relationship with another Asari, Valeen.
Their relationship lasted over 30 years, before Valeen’s lack of ambition seemed to put a wedge between the two. Naryxa was growing bored again, looking for something new - but Valeen enjoyed dancing too much to give it up. Surprisingly, the pair split in an amicable fashion - neither party sad and melancholic over the end of the relationship, but instead grateful and appreciative of the time they had spent together. After all, for many in the Galaxy, a relationship spanning 30 years was practically a lifetime. Naryxa once again found herself back at the Citadel. It was almost like the Citadel was the starting point for each chapter in her life.
She reached out to her mother for advice - who, finally ready to instill her own wisdom to her daughter, suggested that now would be a good time for her to start putting more effort into studying and honing her biotic prowess, commenting that Naryxa came from a good line of strong biotics, while also lamenting her strong disappointment that it was something Naryxa had not really dedicated any time to so far in her life.
So, off Naryxa went to Thessia, to finally dedicate herself full time to train under Matriarchs in Biotics. She found it off-putting and embarrassing that so many of her fellow students were younger than her - practically babies. What made her more uncomfortable was how little they seemed to care, how they were so disorganised and unwilling to follow rules. To make her mother proud, she did it. She studied, and studied, and practiced for many years. Naryxa’s natural talent and determination meant that she mastered the arts relatively quickly - excelling with her Singularity and Pull. The Matriarchs were happy to give her a small role in mentoring younger Asari in the basics. During this time, she taught the young Asari to meditate and tried to teach them to be graceful and elegant, and in methods to calm their emotions. When they had had their fill of that, she took to teaching them about plants, geography, and weather patterns, using her father’s dossier of course. She made sure that the new ‘students’ of biotics were whipped into shape. She developed a little bit of a reputation for being bossy... And she actually quite liked it.
Once more, as had happened before, Naryxa grew bored and tired and longed for something else. Now armed with her powerful biotics, she jumped at the chance to work as a mercenary. She spent a small number of years traveling with her unit of Asari commandos, working her way up the ranks. The thrill of battle was exciting, and leading others filled her with satisfaction - but still her ambition was sitting in her chest - bringing her discomfort. There had to be something more than this in the galaxy.
The year was now 2125CE, she had reached the age of 227 in what felt like a heartbeat, her life already so colourful and full of experiences. She received a communication from her mother, that she would be traveling as a council ambassador to Parnack to open diplomatic contact with the yahg. This contact did not go as was planned by the council, and Vaessa was just one of the Ambassadors who perished in the conflict. As Asari do, Naryxa was able to look at her mother's passing without being too overcome with pain, to think too long on what had happened only brought her distress - to imagine her mother being brutally slaughtered was not how she wanted her to be remembered. Her mother had led a long and beautiful life, had achieved her goals and ambitions in life, and had been an important fixture of the Asari council throughout her Matriarch years. Vaessa had successfully passed on that zest for success to her only daughter.
Now completely parent-less, [----]
During this time of recovery, she chose to stay away from mercenary missions, and the familiar comfort of researching and studying in labs - as well as more frequent meditation and the study of Yoga was enough to help her manage the condition. Slowly over time she began to heal.
It was at this time in her life that she was hoping for a quiet period of reflection, and so she chose to delve back into her scientific pursuits. Naryxa began researching the effects of biotic boosting narcotics (red sand - and others) alongside the Citadel’s medical scientists. While working here, she met a human Doctor, Aaron Swan - with whom she began a purely sexual relationship. She hadn't encountered or formed many deep connections with humans and he was truly enthralled by her, something which brought her a lot of joy. Their 'friends with benefits' arrangement lasted a number of months until it seemed that Aaron was growing more fond of her than she was of him, and she had to break off the tryst to save making their workplace awkward and uncomfortable for themselves and their colleagues.
Saddened by her father’s death, at 22, Naryxa finally left the Citadel on an adventure of her own. Her father had created a dossier for her, listing some of the most beautiful and remarkable plants in the galaxy that could be found on different planets. Armed with the dossier and her mother’s approval, Naryxa jumped from ship-to-ship, hitchhiking her way through the galaxy to see each plant on the list.
Every so often, a plant that she would tick off would unlock a video from her father with a message about the plant, and some words of affirmation for his daughter. Many of his metaphors and words of wisdom are ones that she repeats to herself and others in difficult times. Suddenly, this journey with the dossier became a pilgrimage of sorts - and at each stop, Naryxa found herself engaging with the communities and people, developing, learning, and educating. Spreading her father’s research to the furthest reaches. After 9 and a half years, and 885 plants had been ticked off, Naryxa’s journey was done. Her father had planned out this journey for his daughter, so that she may have more years with him - and more memories that he could never have given her during his short life.
Naryxa then returned to the Citadel, and began working on scientific papers about her journey. For a while, this sustained her, but soon she found herself growing bored and wishing for a new adventure to embark on. Strangely, she found herself drawn, as many Maiden Asari do, to become an exotic dancer - to break free from the shackles of society and live out a life of social interaction on the fringes. So she did this, much to Vaessa’s chagrin. She danced her way around the Milky Way for over 80 years. She saw people come and go, friendships grow and flourish and then wither away almost just as quickly. It was during these years that she indulged in her first romantic relationship with another Asari, Valeen.
Their relationship lasted over 30 years, before Valeen’s lack of ambition seemed to put a wedge between the two. Naryxa was growing bored again, looking for something new - but Valeen enjoyed dancing too much to give it up. Surprisingly, the pair split in an amicable fashion - neither party sad and melancholic over the end of the relationship, but instead grateful and appreciative of the time they had spent together. After all, for many in the Galaxy, a relationship spanning 30 years was practically a lifetime. Naryxa once again found herself back at the Citadel. It was almost like the Citadel was the starting point for each chapter in her life.
She reached out to her mother for advice - who, finally ready to instill her own wisdom to her daughter, suggested that now would be a good time for her to start putting more effort into studying and honing her biotic prowess, commenting that Naryxa came from a good line of strong biotics, while also lamenting her strong disappointment that it was something Naryxa had not really dedicated any time to so far in her life.
So, off Naryxa went to Thessia, to finally dedicate herself full time to train under Matriarchs in Biotics. She found it off-putting and embarrassing that so many of her fellow students were younger than her - practically babies. What made her more uncomfortable was how little they seemed to care, how they were so disorganised and unwilling to follow rules. To make her mother proud, she did it. She studied, and studied, and practiced for many years. Naryxa’s natural talent and determination meant that she mastered the arts relatively quickly - excelling with her Singularity and Pull. The Matriarchs were happy to give her a small role in mentoring younger Asari in the basics. During this time, she taught the young Asari to meditate and tried to teach them to be graceful and elegant, and in methods to calm their emotions. When they had had their fill of that, she took to teaching them about plants, geography, and weather patterns, using her father’s dossier of course. She made sure that the new ‘students’ of biotics were whipped into shape. She developed a little bit of a reputation for being bossy... And she actually quite liked it.
Once more, as had happened before, Naryxa grew bored and tired and longed for something else. Now armed with her powerful biotics, she jumped at the chance to work as a mercenary. She spent a small number of years traveling with her unit of Asari commandos, working her way up the ranks. The thrill of battle was exciting, and leading others filled her with satisfaction - but still her ambition was sitting in her chest - bringing her discomfort. There had to be something more than this in the galaxy.
The year was now 2125CE, she had reached the age of 227 in what felt like a heartbeat, her life already so colourful and full of experiences. She received a communication from her mother, that she would be traveling as a council ambassador to Parnack to open diplomatic contact with the yahg. This contact did not go as was planned by the council, and Vaessa was just one of the Ambassadors who perished in the conflict. As Asari do, Naryxa was able to look at her mother's passing without being too overcome with pain, to think too long on what had happened only brought her distress - to imagine her mother being brutally slaughtered was not how she wanted her to be remembered. Her mother had led a long and beautiful life, had achieved her goals and ambitions in life, and had been an important fixture of the Asari council throughout her Matriarch years. Vaessa had successfully passed on that zest for success to her only daughter.
Now completely parent-less, [----]
During this time of recovery, she chose to stay away from mercenary missions, and the familiar comfort of researching and studying in labs - as well as more frequent meditation and the study of Yoga was enough to help her manage the condition. Slowly over time she began to heal.
It was at this time in her life that she was hoping for a quiet period of reflection, and so she chose to delve back into her scientific pursuits. Naryxa began researching the effects of biotic boosting narcotics (red sand - and others) alongside the Citadel’s medical scientists. While working here, she met a human Doctor, Aaron Swan - with whom she began a purely sexual relationship. She hadn't encountered or formed many deep connections with humans and he was truly enthralled by her, something which brought her a lot of joy. Their 'friends with benefits' arrangement lasted a number of months until it seemed that Aaron was growing more fond of her than she was of him, and she had to break off the tryst to save making their workplace awkward and uncomfortable for themselves and their colleagues.
S K I L L S
One could say that there are two sides to Naryxa - a human friend once lamented that the Asari must be a Gemini. Truthfully, she just keeps a very balanced approach to life. While working on a task, in the field and on missions, she is calm under pressure, methodical, and organised. She absolutely requires her strong work ethic to be reciprocated by those she works with, and acts with dedication using a direct and honest manner of communication. Growing up with a Salarian father meant that she, from early childhood, has been used to working at an extremely fast pace. This has served her well, as she is able to think on the fly and make logical decisions at the drop of a hat.
She will often have sage words of wisdom and advice for those she grows close to, speaking in poetic metaphors. When in conversation, Naryxa listens with an intensity and enjoys making people feel special and heard. She tries to view all experiences with a gratefulness - even if it takes her some introspective thinking to reach that point.
- Natural biotic/experienced combatant
- Good leadership skills, focused
- Charming persona, calming energy, good mediator, networker
- Skilled scientist/biologist
E Q U I P M E N T
M-5 Phalanx
Preferred weapon of choice
M-15 Vindicator
Tends to use less, and would rather a pistol. Uses when in a tight skirmish and needs fast fire.
Magenta Asari light armour
A B I L I T I E S
Singularity
Pull
Shockwave
Nova
Pull
Shockwave
Nova
P S Y C H P R O F I L E
She believes that order must be followed in order for the best outcomes in any situation, and she does her best to adhere to that, putting business first. While very professional in her work - and unafraid to say what must be said, Naryxa is rarely vindictive or mean, and is especially pragmatic and constructive.
Then there is the true side to the Asari - the yin to the yang! Many (usually non-Asari) find Naryxa to be aloof upon first impression, this is merely a byproduct of her age and maturity - past the initial serious surface is a warm and caring individual, who is nurturing and gentle towards those around her.
Despite teaching in meditation and mindfulness - she is not without her own faults and weaknesses, and sometimes finds trouble in managing her own emotions. She can be prone to suffering temporary moments of depression and deep sadness but can usually overcome this by spending time alone and re-energising herself. Failure affects her, and she has a tendency to carry the burden of failure on her shoulders alone, such a strong need for perfection and order is just part of what makes her take it harder when things aren’t perfect, often blaming herself. Naryxa is a great networker who enjoys meeting others, but has strong opinions against nepotism, and is likely to clash with anyone who takes shortcuts through life.
Having such an ambitious personality, and a constant need for improvement makes her restless from time to time. Because of this she is prone to acting on impulse as a way to feed her desires and need for change. She can get bored easily, and has little patience for a lot of activities that are enjoyed by others - such as board games and movies. She will occasionally try to enjoy such activities as a means of bonding with others, but it's really just not her style, and she's at peace with that.
She can be passionate and geeky when it comes to certain subjects, like her scientific studies and she will definitely lecture her peers about plants if given any opportunity to. Whether this is annoying or endearing remains to be seen, but she always does so with a smile on her face and with an infectious spirit that is rare to pull from within her in any other way. She has a slight ditzy-ness about her that has given her an unintentional sense of humour.
T R A I T S
Charismatic
Focussed
Intelligent
Emotional
Perfectionist
Impulsive
Focussed
Intelligent
Emotional
Perfectionist
Impulsive
V I C E S
Cat Fancier
She really likes cats. As in she really likes cats and dreams of owning several one day. This love of the Earthern creature came from her many visits to Earth, she recognised how special and majestic the animals were, and would always arrange her schedule on Earth to allow her some time with felines. Until that day, she keeps a folder of over 300 cat images on her own terminal, with a sub-folder 'catsinclothes'. It’s not the best kept secret, she’s rather careless with her technology and even a novice hacker could access her activities and find out more about her strangely eccentric hobby.
Promiscuous
She is incredibly open when it comes to matters of companionship - and has been accused of being overly flirtatious and promiscuous (impulsive tendencies) more than once. She is simply like many Asari, a free spirit who enjoys the pleasures of the flesh, the chase, and connecting with others in as many ways as she can. She is not ashamed of this side of her personality, and while she is not openly lewd and deliberately raunchy with her colleagues, she doesn't feel the need to lie about or hide her enjoyment of nocturnal activities. Naryxa will very rarely engage in these spontaneous activities with colleagues, unless there is a deeper connection there - stating that she would rather not complicate her work environment with no-strings sex; explaining in a far less poetic manner, "don't shit where you eat."
H A U N T
Kitchen/Personal Quarters
D R I V E
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All these people!
Hey everyone, it's time for a public service announcement from your GM. I will be doing these from time to time, just to check in with all of y'all and if I have anything important to say. This is something for all of you to keep in mind as we are progressing forward in the application process.
1: I love WIPs because they give everyone an idea of what other characters are looking like! That's cool! But if you are posting WIP, please remind me to look at when it is complete. Otherwise I might miss it or something!
2: This is something a little bit more serious! And I hope y'all don't mind me trying to nip it in the butt before all of y'all get too deep in the application process.
I strive for inclusiveness in my RPs. I don't want people to feel like they don't belong, when all they want to do is a write a cool story with some cool people. To that end I'm going to but a disclaimer now about previous RPs and using previous characters, particularly I want to address characters if they were in a previous ME RP with other potential players who also may be using the same characters from said RP, Other cases of reusing characters is fine. My problem is the potentiality of a bunch of people that all RP together using all their same characters, because it ends up isolating other players who might have not had the chance to be in their previous RPs. That is really the issue that I'm trying to prevent with all of this. I don't want this to become an old boy's club. I don't want people to feel like they don't have a place because they have never had the privilege of knowing some of you and your characters. Because that would suck.
Reusing characters in this way, I find usually leads to this sort of thing because of how it effects the overall group. This is because the dynamics and even sometimes the arcs those characters go on have already been pre-established. This in my opinion is a creatively stagnant decision and ultimately harmful to the RP. Half of the fun of any RPing experience is figuring out the chemistry of characters, figuring out how a bunch of basically strangers end up becoming close friends or enemies. And also it sometimes leads to inside jokes and other things that isolate players that were not there. And that's without saying the harm I feel it to you as an RPer and writer because it doesn't present you the challenge of writing a new story, a new way of looking at things.
Some people though are completely in love with one character and that's the one for them, and that's okay. If that's the case, I challenge you to change something about them. Where they poor before? Make them rich. Did they use swords last time? Make them use a bow and arrow or something. Somehow make them different. Change them and see how it works. You might be happily surprised.
And also truthfully, I feel that it hurts me as a GM. It shows to me a sort of lack of caring almost? Like oh, I'm not going to take the time to see if I have an idea that would really work for this RP. Nope, instead I'm gonna just gonna reuse this same character I use in all my ME Rps or all my Dragon Age Rps or whatever.
To conclude though, I can't stop you from not making any changes. But if you don't and trust me I will find out (I can go back in all of y'all post history, I have that power). During the application process, I'm going to judge it more harshly then somebody that put the effort in to shake it up a little bit or think of something new. And I think that is fair. But if you think that concept is still strong enough to hold on its own, then go ahead. I just felt it's fair to give you guys the warning ahead of time.
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Anyway, I'm going to stop with the serious stuff now. Instead I will leave you all with this.
1: I love WIPs because they give everyone an idea of what other characters are looking like! That's cool! But if you are posting WIP, please remind me to look at when it is complete. Otherwise I might miss it or something!
2: This is something a little bit more serious! And I hope y'all don't mind me trying to nip it in the butt before all of y'all get too deep in the application process.
I strive for inclusiveness in my RPs. I don't want people to feel like they don't belong, when all they want to do is a write a cool story with some cool people. To that end I'm going to but a disclaimer now about previous RPs and using previous characters, particularly I want to address characters if they were in a previous ME RP with other potential players who also may be using the same characters from said RP, Other cases of reusing characters is fine. My problem is the potentiality of a bunch of people that all RP together using all their same characters, because it ends up isolating other players who might have not had the chance to be in their previous RPs. That is really the issue that I'm trying to prevent with all of this. I don't want this to become an old boy's club. I don't want people to feel like they don't have a place because they have never had the privilege of knowing some of you and your characters. Because that would suck.
Reusing characters in this way, I find usually leads to this sort of thing because of how it effects the overall group. This is because the dynamics and even sometimes the arcs those characters go on have already been pre-established. This in my opinion is a creatively stagnant decision and ultimately harmful to the RP. Half of the fun of any RPing experience is figuring out the chemistry of characters, figuring out how a bunch of basically strangers end up becoming close friends or enemies. And also it sometimes leads to inside jokes and other things that isolate players that were not there. And that's without saying the harm I feel it to you as an RPer and writer because it doesn't present you the challenge of writing a new story, a new way of looking at things.
Some people though are completely in love with one character and that's the one for them, and that's okay. If that's the case, I challenge you to change something about them. Where they poor before? Make them rich. Did they use swords last time? Make them use a bow and arrow or something. Somehow make them different. Change them and see how it works. You might be happily surprised.
And also truthfully, I feel that it hurts me as a GM. It shows to me a sort of lack of caring almost? Like oh, I'm not going to take the time to see if I have an idea that would really work for this RP. Nope, instead I'm gonna just gonna reuse this same character I use in all my ME Rps or all my Dragon Age Rps or whatever.
To conclude though, I can't stop you from not making any changes. But if you don't and trust me I will find out (I can go back in all of y'all post history, I have that power). During the application process, I'm going to judge it more harshly then somebody that put the effort in to shake it up a little bit or think of something new. And I think that is fair. But if you think that concept is still strong enough to hold on its own, then go ahead. I just felt it's fair to give you guys the warning ahead of time.
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Anyway, I'm going to stop with the serious stuff now. Instead I will leave you all with this.
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Well, I am fucked then. lmao
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@Star Lord
Hey buddy it's not you lol. I'm fine with people reusing their characters. I'm not fine when a bunch of people that all RP together use all their same characters, because it ends up isolating other players who might have not had the chance to be in their previous RPs. I'm more anti-clique then anything else. I probably should of just worded that post better. But it's late so I'm rambling.
Hey buddy it's not you lol. I'm fine with people reusing their characters. I'm not fine when a bunch of people that all RP together use all their same characters, because it ends up isolating other players who might have not had the chance to be in their previous RPs. I'm more anti-clique then anything else. I probably should of just worded that post better. But it's late so I'm rambling.
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Speaking on r.e ready-made character since Nairbear is one;
Fair points well made. Having been a player on one end of this situation I certainly strive to be inclusive in my roleplaying style. This means that every iteration of Naryxa gets a change somehow - hence the WIP. Reasons for wanting to play her again - a desire to tell her story. The last two times I have rolled her, the RP has died.
I was just saying to Dervish actually how I'd love to play her for more than three posts! This is a different setting to the last roleplays in which I played her, and the finished sheet will reflect that.
Her personality is also that of being entirely inclusive to others. Overly friendly, loyal, and interested in others. So I can say with confidence that she'll be a fun character in this story, with an arc/relationships etc relative to Renegade from the get-go.
Speaking on r.e ready-made character since Nairbear is one;
Fair points well made. Having been a player on one end of this situation I certainly strive to be inclusive in my roleplaying style. This means that every iteration of Naryxa gets a change somehow - hence the WIP. Reasons for wanting to play her again - a desire to tell her story. The last two times I have rolled her, the RP has died.
I was just saying to Dervish actually how I'd love to play her for more than three posts! This is a different setting to the last roleplays in which I played her, and the finished sheet will reflect that.
Her personality is also that of being entirely inclusive to others. Overly friendly, loyal, and interested in others. So I can say with confidence that she'll be a fun character in this story, with an arc/relationships etc relative to Renegade from the get-go.
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And I appreciate your effort a lot! I truly do.
The only reason I made this post actually is because I've been talking in PMs with some of the people from your guy's previous group, that expressed concerns about it to me. Agreeing with their points, I felt that I should just address it up front and early so there are no surprises. I believe that everyone actively wants the best for the RP and that everyone wants to write a good story. I just wanted to put it out there so at a later date, if I have to reject an application on this basis, that I feel that I gave a fair warning. Because otherwise I would feel shitty just going nah you can't join because of this or whatever.
It's not intended as an attack or anything. I'm just trying to be as forthright and honest with all of y'all. Because I feel as a GM and as a good person it's my responsibility to at least manage that.
And I appreciate your effort a lot! I truly do.
The only reason I made this post actually is because I've been talking in PMs with some of the people from your guy's previous group, that expressed concerns about it to me. Agreeing with their points, I felt that I should just address it up front and early so there are no surprises. I believe that everyone actively wants the best for the RP and that everyone wants to write a good story. I just wanted to put it out there so at a later date, if I have to reject an application on this basis, that I feel that I gave a fair warning. Because otherwise I would feel shitty just going nah you can't join because of this or whatever.
It's not intended as an attack or anything. I'm just trying to be as forthright and honest with all of y'all. Because I feel as a GM and as a good person it's my responsibility to at least manage that.
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And I appreciate your effort a lot! I truly do.
The only reason I made this post actually is because I've been talking in PMs with some of the people from your guy's previous group, that expressed concerns about it to me. Agreeing with their points, I felt that I should just address it up front and early so there are no surprises. I believe that everyone actively wants the best for the RP and that everyone wants to write a good story. I just wanted to put it out there so at a later date, if I have to reject an application on this basis, that I feel that I gave a fair warning. Because otherwise I would feel shitty just going nah you can't join because of this or whatever.
It's not intended as an attack or anything. I'm just trying to be as forthright and honest with all of y'all. Because I feel as a GM and as a good person it's my responsibility to at least manage that.
Aw, well that doesn't make me feel great :( Kinda makes me feel under a bit of a microscope from the get go if I'm honest. That's cool though, and if anyone from those groups wants to talk with me about it I'm always around to reassure them that this is a new page of a new book. I hope that if I have ever given anyone a concern they know they can talk to me about it.
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This really isn't about you guys. Honestly it isn't. I don't think it's going to happen here. All of you seem like good people. It is something that has happened to me in the past though. So seeing those concerns placed I had to publicly state my opinion on the matter. I'm not here to judge people on the past because that is also a form of exclusivity.
It's not a condemnation. It's a hey guys something has been brought to my attention and I want to address it. Because when someone comes to me with stuff like that I can't just in good faith ignore that.
To Everyone
But in the interest of keeping drama to a minimum. I'm gonna put a stop on this topic now. If anyone has further questions or comments they can of course PM me. I don't want y'all to feel unwelcomed or judged. The only way I get better and the RP gets better is by communication
Or if you wanna like I don't know yell at me for how this is unfair and I'm a terrible person that's cool as well! That last one is hopefully just my crippling medically-diagnosed anxiety being a bitch like usual lol.
And of course if because of this anyone wants to no longer participate because they feel the environment is bad or anything else I also understand. And I truly apologize if that is the case. That was not my intention, but if that is the case I'm extremely sorry because no one deserves to feel that way and I understand your decision. Though I would appreciate a heads up.
Thanks again everyone! Sorry for ruining the fun.... :[
This really isn't about you guys. Honestly it isn't. I don't think it's going to happen here. All of you seem like good people. It is something that has happened to me in the past though. So seeing those concerns placed I had to publicly state my opinion on the matter. I'm not here to judge people on the past because that is also a form of exclusivity.
It's not a condemnation. It's a hey guys something has been brought to my attention and I want to address it. Because when someone comes to me with stuff like that I can't just in good faith ignore that.
To Everyone
But in the interest of keeping drama to a minimum. I'm gonna put a stop on this topic now. If anyone has further questions or comments they can of course PM me. I don't want y'all to feel unwelcomed or judged. The only way I get better and the RP gets better is by communication
Or if you wanna like I don't know yell at me for how this is unfair and I'm a terrible person that's cool as well! That last one is hopefully just my crippling medically-diagnosed anxiety being a bitch like usual lol.
And of course if because of this anyone wants to no longer participate because they feel the environment is bad or anything else I also understand. And I truly apologize if that is the case. That was not my intention, but if that is the case I'm extremely sorry because no one deserves to feel that way and I understand your decision. Though I would appreciate a heads up.
Thanks again everyone! Sorry for ruining the fun.... :[
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