Name: Tallin Sentius
Alias/Nickname: None
Age: 31
Race: Turian
Gender: Male
Class: Havoc Soldier
Equipment: Phaeston Assault Rifle ( Extended Heat Sink III, Piercing Module IV ),
M-27 Scimitar Shotgun ( High Caliber Barrel IV, Extended Heat Sink II ), Heavy Omni Blade x2, Propellant ( Rocket ) Packs, Warfighter Amp II
Powers: Cryo Blast, Havoc Strike, Carnage, Proximity Mine
Appearances below
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Personality: Tallin is generally no-nonsense when it comes to a mission, as are most Turians. But having given up on the 26th Armiger Legion, Tallin is usually not well liked among his fellows. This does not bother him much, as he remains focused on the future rather than the past. In less heated moments, he is actually quite laid back and even known to share a drink with those he works with. He is quick to tell his story during down-time, and loves to relax while looking out into space. He is also still somewhat distrustful of humans. This is not due to the fact they are militarily potent, but the fact that they are simply an unknown on the Galactic scene.
History: Tallin is a Turian who's story is a roller-coaster of events. His story is as follows. Born in 2145CE, Tallin was an unremarkable Turian child. By his teenage years, the Relay 314 Incident had already come and gone, with the Humans being brought onto the Galactic scene and allowed an embassy on the Citadel shortly after that. Initially, Tallin thought his shot at military honor was gone, but his friends quickly got that thought out of his head. And so, to take a shot at gaining reputation among his people, Tallin applied to join the illustrious 26th Armiger Legion shortly after his Military Service began.
Much to his surprise, he was accepted into the company and trained as a “Havoc”. Quick strikes, close quarters, and endurance. These were the things he was expected to master in his new role. And up until 2169CE, he did remarkably well. However, the approval of his superiors soon turned to disdain, as Tallin chose to do something rather idiotic. Scouts for the Xenophilic publication, Fornax, came across Tallin while he was on leave and having a drink. They told him he was a fine example of a Turian, and that his tattoos were stunning. What came next is somewhat of a defining moment in Tallin's life.
A few weeks later, when on leave once more, Tallin did a photo-shoot for Fornax. The title for his segment was “Heating up the Front Lines: Men of the Turian Military”. The young man bared it all for the magazine, as he was fairly proud of his physique. His superiors were less than amused when they found out what he had done. Such a thing was not only unbecoming of a soldier, but downright unacceptable for one in such a prestigious unit. Paperwork was filed and soon the process of barring Tallin from the Armigers began. But he would have none of that.
Upon hearing of the intentions of his superiors, Tallin chose to sit down and speak with them personally. The Major in charge of his regiment proceeded to berate him for over an hour, repeatedly going back to the Havoc's poor sense of personal honor and his blatant disregard for the reputation of the 26th Armiger Legion. Tallin let the man vent, of course... but responded when asked and even refuted a couple of things that the angered Major had stated. Regardless... Tallin was given the option to leave now, clinging to what little respect he had, or let the process come to a head and be formally discharged. The choice was simple, and Tallin chose to leave willingly.
As his kit, aside from his customized Phaeston, was military property, he not was allowed to keep it upon his discharge/resignation. However, nine years of reliable service could get a man a fair amount of credits saved up, if spent wisely. What he was not allowed to keep were his Sidearm, as it was a sign of rank, or the Rail Extensions for his assault rifle as they were issued to him by the Military. But his rifle was his own property, and was not seized by the Turian Hierarchy.
To round out his gear, Tallin spent a significant remnant of his savings on a potent shotgun. The Elkoss Combine M-27 Scimitar was a fully-automatic weapon capable of dealing significant damage to anyone dumb enough to get in its wielder's face. He then had it modified to hold more shots before overheating, and put a higher-caliber barrel on it to further increase its deadly potential. In addition, he managed to find a suit of poorly maintained Havoc Armor at a trade show on Invictus. The Jets were touchy, though... and didn't work very well. And with that purchase, the time came to find new work, as his disposable assets were beginning to dwindle.
A few years passed, with Tallin working as a bodyguard for merchants, a bouncer at a bar on the planet of Invictus, and even as a Mercenary in the Attican Traverse. They all kept the bills paid and the credits flowing, but Tallin always wanted something more out of life. For the time being, however, he was stuck in a rut.