Name: Helios Barb
Race: Krogan
Gender: Male
Age: 953
Class: Battlemaster
Appearance:
Background: Born 1223 CE, Barb was one of the last births of Clan Helios, before elements of Clan Weyrloc overpowered them and absorbed the survivors into their own forces. Barb was raised as a Weyrloc and was put through many challenges in his life, from gladiatorial fights with fellow krogan, to fighting against the beasts of Tuchanka. As he grew older, and stronger, his body was scarred from the close calls with death, but despite being of the Helios blood, members of the Blood Pack saw potential in the young krogan, and “recruited” him. Fighting with the elite of Weyrloc, Barb grew accustomed to the direst and practically always lethal tactics of the Blood Pack, using the Vorcha as their cannon fodder, and charging into heavily fortified positions. I was not long after the Systems’ Alliance became a formal non-Council vassal that Barb met humans. Fighting with the Blood Pack showed Barb much of the galaxy, and he had fought against every race known apart from the Geth. On the agricultural world of Tartarus, the Batarians had purchased the services of the Blood Pack to destroy the human colony on this fertile world, and it was here that Barb found a new respect for humanity. During the raid, he had seen untrained militia come together and pour withering amounts of firepower into the Vorcha, and the local hunters used their long-barrelled rifles to maximum effect, downing krogan with a few shots. Barb himself bears several scars on his body where the solid slugs of the rifles had penetrated his armour. Although in the end, the colony did fall, the surviving Blood Pack were not enough to ensure that all the humans had been killed. What little searching they did found nothing, although Barb did kill several Vorcha who disagreed with him about the ruins of one building.
With a newfound insight into how the other races of the galaxy might come together, Barb left the Blood Pack, simply vanishing into the crowds of Omega. It didn’t take long for the krogan to find another mercenary group, this one was more fitting to his eyes, humans, batarians and even salarians, but thankfully, no turians. The Red Suns earned several accolades during their time, but the Blood Pack does not forget, nor forgive, to their eyes, Barb had deserted them, and had to die as an example. Exactly six years to the day of his vanishing act, the Red Suns base on the moon of Praetorian was attacked by the Blood Pack, although the Red Suns numbered several hundred, the sheer numbers of the Blood Pack whittled away the outer defences, along with defenders. By the third hour of the attack, Barb’s own squad had been decimated, the ten-strong squad had been reduced to three, including Barb. Bodies of Vorcha and krogan filled the hallway, a barricade of flesh that protected fresh charges from the Blood Pack, the range of the Red Suns guns meant nothing when they couldn’t target the enemy.
By the fourth hour, the Red Suns had been pushed back to the command centre, a mere thirteen fighters from what had been a promising band of mercenaries. All bore their wounds with pride, the Blood Pack had given them a chance, turn Barb over to them, or die together, the Red Suns leader, a former major of the Alliance, Joseph Hunt, had seen the offer for what it was, a waste, the Blood Pack would murder them regardless of if they handed Barb over to them or not. The last moments of the battle didn’t last long, the blast doors of the centre burst open with explosive force, the hail of shrapnel and even the doors themselves claimed another two Suns, then the shooting began, storms of slugs and fire filled the doorway, biotic pulses cracked the stonework, a glorious fight to the death in Barb’s eyes. But he didn’t see the end of the firefight, a screaming rocket had smashed into the roof above him, a pile of debris fell over the krogan, trapping him in place. Another explosion rocked his tomb, adding more rubble over him, a girder had pierced his body, his blood seeping out and forming a pool below and around him. The shooting had stopped, the laughter of the Blood Pack echoing in his mind, the cheers of the Vorcha. For hours he lay there, unable to move, his body in pain but not nearly close enough to death for him to feel it’s cold embrace. Then came his “rescuers”, before the Blood Pack had received their answer from Hunt, the veteran figher had sent a message to the nearest Alliance forces, calling in favours to get help. An entire regiment of Alliance Marines had arrived too late, they dug through the rubble and the corpses, eventually finding Barb buried in the centre, the bodies of the Red Suns around him, the Blood Pack corpses filled the doorway and hall, that chokepoint had been the Red Suns only hope, had it not been for the missile, Barb would’ve charged into that opening and fought tooth and nail to see his friends survive.
Once the krogan had been freed from the rubble, and pushed past the Alliance medics who still had little idea of krogan physiology, Barb bartered passage from the ruin of his new home, trading whatever he could from his own effects to reach Omega once more. He would find the warlord of the Blood Pack, and he would see him bleed before death takes him, but first he had to gain the credits and equipment to do so. Working as an enforcer for Aria T’Lok, Barb began renewing his personal funds and equipment, he shed his Red Suns armour for newer equipment, keeping the emblem of the Red Suns in place on his shoulder guard, his shoddy assault rifle renewed with specialised mods and rounds, his old Firestorm shotgun exchanged for a gruesome Graal Spike Thrower, now he just needed a location of the Blood Pack warlord, and he knew where to get it….. He just needed the help to get there.
Equipment: Torrent V Assault Rifle with Battle-Scanner Mod and Incendiary Rounds, Graal Spike Thrower unmodded.
Armour:
Elanus Risk Control Services, Warlord Heavy Armour modded with Ablative Coating, and Shield Modulator
Powers: Barrier, Warp, Throw
Personal Quarters: To be decided.
