[OOC] Mass Effect: Freelancer

[Red Wizard]

In this game, we play as the members of a small independent mercenary group in the Mass Effect universe. We’ll go on missions doing escorts, raids, rescues and all sorts of exciting stuff. In addition, you may pursue intrigues of your own during the downtime between jobs. Together we will explore the galaxy and find our place in it.

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First, let’s take a moment to explain how this will work. I will control some of the NPCs in your path, but the most of the game will be in your hands. The most important NPC I will control is Caesar, your contractor. Almost all of your missions go through him.

Caesar will not accompany you on your missions. He will be the secure spot you return to in between jobs, and will be involved in a separate story-arc which will take place in Omega when you're there.

My function during the missions is to present you with the opposition as well as playing other key characters in the story. You will have control of everything else. Once I've introduced an obstacle, it’s yours to do with as you like; you dictate the pace with which you travel; you may present goals and events of importance to your character or to the party itself; you decide if or when your character dies.

We will keep a constant discussion in this thread to ensure that everyone is happy and understands what's going on in the game thread. If you have a cool idea or want the buildings or ships on a station to look a particular way or whatever, post it here so that we all ay discuss it.

Some tips to make your life easier on the road
1) Assign a leader (or temporary leader) so that things get decided.
2) Be open-minded, don't lock yourself in a no-no situation.
3) Take initiative and use your imagination.
4) Be nice and polite (outside the game, that is).

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Our story begins on Omega, like most mercenary stories in the galaxy do. You’re part of a newly formed independent band of mercs and have just started taking on jobs. This far, all you’ve got to your name is your half-assed equipment and a cheap rented container to call home. You’re not doing mercenary work because it’s fun. You’re doing it because you’re desperate… and good at killing people.

This is a time of turmoil in the galaxy. All sorts of crazy rumors are circulating. Shepard’s dead. Shepard’s alive. The collectors are stealing people away. The collectors are a myth. There’s a plague in the slums. The plague’s gone. Archangel is a son of a gun. Archangel’s dead. The reapers are coming. There are no reapers. You get the idea.

As for your character, it can be any race in the ME universe (within reason). Human, Batarian, Quarian, Asari, Turian, Drell, Vorcha. Salarian, even Krogan are ok. Geth, Hanar, Elcor and their likes are not. You will begin with pretty shitty gear and a low reserve of credits. The team doesn’t have a ship, but you’ll get there.

When writing your character, you can use your own template for a sheet. Just get the usual stuff in there. And maybe a picture. I’ll trust you on this.

If you want to ask something or discuss an aspect of the gameworld, please do.

Looking forward to playing with you!

[Kurai]

Awww yeah, first post. Just a note, as well, my character isn't really leader material but I wouldn't mind running him as such if no one else is up to the task. The missions might just get a little... hectic, haha.

My character:

Basic Information

Name: Citadel Damasca Orlan Seralis Veks (Humanized: Seralis Veks, goes by Veks)
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Salarian
Profession: Hacker/Rigger- Adept at manipulating tech, usually illegally
Homeworld: The Citadel

Physical Information

Picture: Click!

Appearance: Veks is slim and tall, like all Salarians. His skin tone is a greyish-brown, as seen in his appearance pic. His face is relatively unblemished, sporting none of the scars, scratches or scrapes one would normally equate with a mercenary. Veks stands at about 6’3”.

Casual Attire: Veks, when he’s not on duty, is often still in his armor. Only to sleep and on very special occasions does he dress down, in which case he wears a relatively common outfit, a simple, long-sleeved shirt and form-fitting pants. He loves black and usually dresses to show it, though his casual attire may contain the secondary colors of yellow, orange, or red as well.

Battle Attire: Veks’s battle attire is the armor showed in the picture above. He also tends to make use of tech armor if a situation gets really hairy, though he prefers to stay out of the line of fire in the first place. The armor is relatively light, prioritizing speed and flexibility over damage reduction.

Personal Information

Personality: Highly intelligent but lacking in common sense, Veks is a snarky and quick-witted Salarian. Like many of his species, his brain runs very fast, and his mouth is quick to follow. His sarcastic, talk-before-you-think attitude has gotten him into trouble more than once. Veks is also sly and knows how to be tactful and manipulative when the time is right. However, Veks is still young at heart; he is naive about many things in the wider world and has a poor sense of morality, often doing what is beneficial to him without thinking of the consequences his actions have, for others or himself. Randomly, Veks also doesn’t like water, and hates swimming.

History: Veks grew up in a high-end household on the Citadel. His parents were rather wealthy, having connections with the Council, and his ancestors being among the first Salarians to settle on the Citadel. He was provided with top-notch education during his early life, during which he absorbed an enormous amount of knowledge. His forte was technology; Veks tended to eschew art for art’s sake, as he called it, and instead channeled his creativity into technology. From an early age Veks displayed an affinity for science and math, far surpassing other children of his age. He won many awards and was praised by his teachers.

Veks’s life took a turn around his teenage years. Gaining more freedom through young adulthood, Veks began to abuse his intelligence. He started hacking into secured computers, stealing others omni-tools, and other reckless and illegal acts in a mad pursuit of knowledge. At one point, he was caught tweaking a Keeper in order to try to learn more about them and possibly control one remotely. The authorities found out about a string of technological crimes he had committed but, due to his academic prestige, let him get off with a simple slap on the wrist. However, he wouldn’t always be so lucky…

Veks’s hunger for knowledge would eventually get him exiled from the Citadel. One night, Veks broke into a secure area of C-Sec and attempted to hack their computers and steal data. However, he was unaware that he was being tailed and was caught. They threatened to incarcerate him, but his parents were able to pull some strings in order to change the sentence; his parents, in their disappointment with their wayward son, opted to have him exiled from the Citadel, hoping that he would be able to live peacefully elsewhere. Originally, they had planned a trip for him that would take him to a well-respected planet where many scholars would go to continue their education; however, Veks had his own plans. He made his way to Omega, where he was able to continue his relentless pursuit of knowledge without the burden of laws or morales. He quickly learned the ways of the fallen planet, and has successfully stayed clear of Aria’s wrath.

Recently, Veks decided to join a freelance mercenary group, deciding that what he wouldn’t be able to accomplish alone, he should be able to achieve with allies.

Combat Information

Biotic Abilities: Not applicable

Weapons: M-6 Carnifex Hand Cannon- A highly accurate and lethal sidearm. Effective against armor; weak against shields and biotic barriers.

Omni-Tool- Can create many deadly effects through the use of the Omni-Tool. Can create the standard Omni-Blade, as well as a variety of melee-ranged effects: these include an electrical charge, a swath of flame, and a burst of kinetic energy capable of damaging armor and knocking enemies back.

Incinerate- Veks can use the traditional Engineer attack called Incinerate, in which a blast of thermal energy is shot toward an opponent, exploding upon contact. Very effective against armor.

Overload- A powerful tech-shock that disables shields and deals heavy damage to synthetics. Veks is able to use it to disable enemy tech, causing a temporary
malfunction.

Cryo Blast- Another favorite of Engineers, Veks fires a projectile which, upon contact with a surface, will cause the area around it to snap-freeze. Can be used to slow an enemy’s movement or freeze a weakened enemy completely.

Armor: Light Armor- Allows for maximum mobility at the cost of full protection. Could not sustain much direct damage. Generates shields for a small amount of extra protection.

Tech Armor- When the going really gets rough, Veks can activate a rudimentary form of Tech Armor. This light-based defensive measure will provide him with a bit more protection should he be put into a tight spot.

[Red Wizard]

Cool! Character accepted!

[Heliosa]

Name: Amethi Dedanya

Race: Asari

Age: 56 (Maiden stage)

Profession: Previously a biotic within the ranks of the Asari military, she now uses her potent biotic abilities to do "freelance work" for various organizations on Omega.

Appearance:

Picture

Her name refers to amethysts, which her human mother thought her skin tone resembled. She is tall (5'10), and well-muscled, Her shoulders are a little broad, which lends a bit of masculinity to her silhouette, and her torso tapers down to a small waist above her wide hips and thick thighs.

Background: She was born on Ilium to an Asari mother and a human woman. Amethi spent her first 30 years with her parents before tiring of the luxuriant complacency of Ilium. Her need for change, excitement and knowledge of her Asari roots brought her to Thessia where she spent two decades serving in the military, a venture which helped hone her natural biotic abilities as well as her combat skills. Though showing commendable prowess during missions and being a favorite for promotion to commando status, Amethi once again grew restless, this time put off by the strictly regimented lifestyle of the army and the lack of independence. She filed for a hiatus, and then took off to Omega to pursue other interests. She attempted to work as a dancer in Afterlife but found it did not suit her desires for danger and action. During her 3 months there she had met and befriended a handful of mercenaries, and through one of them she found her first mercenary job as a bodyguard for a prominent syndicate leader. Finding this new lifestyle to be invigorating and suited to her tastes, Amethi decided to continue working as a hired gun for the various Omega gangs, eventually finding herself working with a group of freelancers.

Personality: Amethi is still considered a child by Asari standards but she is usually taken seriously by other Asari due to her no-nonsense attitude and brisk manner. She is an Asari of few words, preferring action over speech. However, she is well-spoken when she does communicate, which reflects her high level of intelligence. Though an abundance of humor irritates her, Amethi does attempt it sparingly, usually in the form of dry quips. She focuses most of her mental prowess on gaining knowledge of tactics, politics, weapons modification, and biotics enhancement, and is not too interested in scientific pursuits. What most find surprising about somebody as stoic as Amethi is that she is very imaginative, which she expresses through art and sculpture.

Weapon of choice: She will sometimes use her M-9 Tempest, but relies more heavily on her biotic abilities.
Biotic abilities:
Barrier - Barriers use mass effect fields to protect a user from damage similar to that of a kinetic barrier.
Pull - Generates a mass-lowering field, which levitates enemies into the air.
Slam - Lifts a target and slams them to the ground, inflicting damage.
Shockwave - Sends out a series of explosive biotic impacts in front of the user ignoring any obstacles. It can be unleashed along the ground to launch all enemies in its path into the air, or used against airborne targets. It is worth noting that when Shockwave hits a shielded target it will be stunned for a brief moment, losing a bit of shield depending on your skill's impact force, but won't be thrown into the air.

[Red Wizard]

Also cool! Accepted!

[Fallen of Nine]

Hello all, this will be my first character on these forums. I hope you don't mind Kurai but I used your format to help me get started. Please let me know if something is overdone or should be fleshed out more.

Basic Information

Name: Brutus Ward
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Profession: Guard for Hire and sometimes Courier of Important Things (Vanguard)
Homeworld: Earth

Physical Information

Appearance: Brutus stands at 6'0" flat with a wide and heavily muscled body. He looks older than he is with his hair a mixture of salt and pepper, kept short and clean shaven. Scars crisscross much of what skin shows and doesn't. The left side of Brutus's face is covered in a burn that lead from his temple to his throat and below the collar.

Casual Attire: Simple civilian clothing good for getting your hands dirty with. Often times it a pair of overall looking pants with lots of pockets and a white grubby t.

Battle Attire: A battered old set of Mercenary Armor, still strong with obvious maintenance.

Personal Information

Personality: Brutus is not the happiest man in the world and is often very quick and to the point to simply end what he sees as needless talk. His laugh sounds like someones engine choking and his sense of humor is sometimes distorted. With those close to him he is very warm and protective, willing to listen to longer conversations, if only to make sure there is no one he needs to hurt.

History: Brutus's story is not one he often shares. Born and raised by half caring relatives on earths back streets, at a young age he was taken away from what little family for having killed another child with his latent bionics. From there he endured many of the hardships that others had, receiving the training to control his powers. When he grew up he joined the armed forces, determined to see more of the galaxy than earths grimy slums.

It was then that he met his friend and squad mate Marco. Both of them were Vanguards assigned to front line assaults on pirates and slavers. For years this bond strengthened as they saved each other countless times when storming hideouts and ships together as the point of the spear. Eventually one particular operation turned nasty and Marco and many others died as they pulled back with no cover. From this Brutus found the drive for the rest of his career in the rescue team known as the Burning Angels.

The Burning Angels were responsible for going into situations either already lost and rescuing survivors or turning routs into covered retreats. Their mission was to strike as hard and fast as possible to create the precious moments necessary for others to pull out. While no engineer during this time Brutus picked up the skills neccesary to fix things for extraction. The remaining years Brutus spent in the military were in this outfit, rising in his position to eventually lead by merit of surviving assault after assault. The causality rate was high and Brutus's ability to walk in hell, kick the devil in the teeth, and run back out with souls on both his shoulders earned him respect.

His time with the squad ended when one rescue attempt failed miserably, his entire squad but him slaughtered on landing, Brutus went berserk and blacked out in a red mist killing everyone, enemies and hostages alike. When they found him he was holding one of the civilian children he was supposed to rescue, weeping into their dead body with blood running down every piece of his armor. For years of saving lives he was not killed but discharged from the military for reasons of mental health. Brutus has spent the last years working as a guard for hire from station to station, slowly spiraling downwards into numbing drink, finally finding himself at the bottom in Omega.

Combat Information

Weapons: Katana Shotgun, M-3 Predator Pistol, A Heavy Hand Axe (Hatchet)

Biotic Abilities:

Biotic Charge
Shockwave
Barrier
Pull

(Do I need to add descriptions? Also is it cool to have Barrier?)

[Red Wizard]

Looks splendid! Accepted!

[Kurai]

Fallen of Nine said
Hello all, this will be my first character on these forums. I hope you don't mind Kurai but I used your format to help me get started.

Of course not, Fallen! This template is actually a modified version of a template made by a good friend of mine, so I'm glad to pass it on. Also, I like Brutus quite a bit, though I'm curious to see how he meshes with Veks's overly talkative personality. I'm sure it will be interesting!

[TheFirstCode]

I'll edit this post in a bit with a character sheet.

[rocketrobie2]

I'd be interested in joining this! I'm working on a CS now!

[Heat]

I'll be making a CS as well, probably up tommorow.

[Red Wizard]

So... what's your status, people?

[Kurai]

Well, I'm still here. Maybe give the three above you a day or two more to put up a sheet, otherwise we could just roll with the three of us here? It'd be like an actual game of Mass Effect, haha. Your call though, not sure if you wanted to try with a smaller cast.

[Fallen of Nine]

I'm ready whenever, check about twice or more a day to see when we start.

[axiom12]

John-S2-15

Name: John-S2-15 (True Name Unknown)

Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Of A Sort)
Specialty: N/A, is skilled in whatever he's needed to be.
Homeworld: Eden Prime

Picture: Here.
Height: 7' 0" (Out of Armor) 7' 5" (In Armor)
Skin Color: Pale White
Eye Color: Dark Blue
Hair Color: Buzz Cut
Facial Hair: N/A

(Yes, I made that, Yes, this is an OC Character, no, I didn't rip off PFB, I am him.)

Personality: As a Result of his Upbringing, John-S2-15 (Known as 'Two-Fifteen' to anyone who hasn't the honor of using his first name), is fiercely loyal not to any single government or people, but primarily to those who fight next to him. However, another result of his upbringing gave him an intense hatred for the Alliance, resulting in his decision to escape from the Alliance before he could become too indoctrinated to their cause. He has a standard kill-on-sight order for any Alliance forces, including those raised with him. John will not betray his allies under any condition, even his his allies' actions own actions betray his own morals, he will steadfastly stand by them and defend them, with his life if need be.
An incredibly smart, stoic individual, many who have worked with or hired the mercenary have compared him to the Spartans of ancient Greece, for his clipped speech and his laconic way of speaking. John steadfastly believes that the only currency of any value is time, and time wasted on words is time that could be better spent figuring out how to fight his enemies.
However, as a result of his upbringing and subsequent lifestyle, the Merc suffers from moderate sociopathic tendencies, and while he is clear and calm under pressure or on the battlefield, he is reserved, quiet, and passive-aggressive whenever he is not fighting.

History:
His younger years drowned in black ink, John-S2-15 was the product of an Alliance initiative to create a Supersoldier Program. Of a class of fifteen children, John and two others were the only ones to survive both augmentation processes combat-ready, however their entire lives the children had planned to escape from their captors and live their lives as they wished, hating the Alliance for stealing from them their childhood and taking from them their free will and right to a choice. As such, after they were augmented and outfitted with their armor, they ran. John would prove to be the only survivor, and to this day the Alliance hunts him viciously, sending the best of the best after him regularly.

To that end, John became a mercenary on Omega, his upbringing and advanced, experimental Power Armor allowing him to very quickly dominate the Omegan mercenary market, becoming a legend amongst the outlaws, to the point where he has done work for the Queen of Omega, and has developed a rapport with her, thus the reason he has survived so long without being taken down by Alliance Hit-Squads.

He eventually joined a newfound band of mercenaries for want of a greater challenge, and a closely-guarded secret desire to simply be killed in battle. To that end, John refuses to take the easy way out and kill himself, or allow himself to be killed, but rather he simply wants the hell that his life has been to end , so that he can move on to the afterlife he doesn't believe in.

Armor: (See Picture)
TITAN Armor Mk. II, a prototype Alliance Armor designed to interface directly with his implants, the specific details of TITAN Mk. II are known only to its late inventor and to its wielder. Among many other uses, it can integrate itself with any haptic interface and/or terminal, can increase John's strength to the point where he can lift three times his already augmented, armored weight, increases his reflexes to the point where they can only be tracked by specialized VI's, Geth, and computers, and are made of some of the toughest, albeit heaviest metals in Human Space, treated with Eezo manipulation to be thin, non-restricting, but dense and protective, while also in posession of some of the most advanced shielding units of its time. In short: John's Armor is among the most advanced suits of armor the Alliance has made, and many a rumor have spread about whether or not John's mortality would be revealed should he ever exit the suit.
(For the OP: This is not to say he's indestructible, however. It does have its own share of weaknesses, and he does take hits.)

Weapons:
As John requires no Biotics, he wields several weapons.
1 Alliance M7 Lancer (stolen from the arsenal of the training base he'd escaped from) for all around combat,
2 M-9 SMG's, for situations that require raw firepower,
1 M-3 Predator,
1 M-98 Widow (stolen off of a Geth Corps) for long-range confrontations,
1 M-22 Eviscerator for close-range combat.
And (at maximum Capacity) 5 Fragmentation Grenades.

In addition to his ranged weapons, John has also a military-grade Omni-tool, programmed with the Omni-Blade and Shield functions, in addition to a combat knife attached to his breastplate.

His Tech Powers include:
Overload,
Incinerate,
AI Hacking,
Tactical Cloak,
Cryo Blast,
Flamer,
(And Finally) Snap Freeze

I am totally ready, willing and able to submit a different character if the OP deems it so.
Because... Well, for obvious reasons.

Edit: Now, here's an interesting thought:
Provided the RP survives that long, how interesting would it be if the Squad survives past the ME2 campaign, into the ME3 campaign, and becomes a Reaper-Fighting-Force?

[ShadowD]

Need anymore players I see Mass Effect and am like ready to go.

Xavier

name: Xavier Dimitriaski

Race: Human

Age: 29

Before mercenary: N7 soldier dishonorably discharged

Class: Sentinel, Sentinel Paladin if we get to ME3

Appearance:

without armor:

armor: Hahne kadar armor

Personality: Xavier is calm, calculating, and a terror on the battlefield. off he tends to be mellow, quiet and drinks heavily.

Bio: Xavier was born into a military family, Father and Mother Liam and Olivia Dimitriaski, he joined the military at the age of 18 and has lived on ships since he was a toddler. He showed great initiative and skill and in a few short years joined the N7 program, there he excelled at being the best and completed the program at the youngest age. He was a talented leader and excelled at helping to quell smuggler and raider bases and operations. He made history again by becoming the youngest captain in the Alliance. He was 24 when he graduated and 26 when he was promoted to captain in the Alliance Navy. His mother and father were obviously proud of the accomplishments of their son and he was quickly (behind Shepard's rise to fame) recommended to the Citadel for spectre status. While on the citadel he was in flux and got into a fight with a group of bar patrons, they were making racial slurs to humans and complaining about how the alliance were "stepping in" on their territory. They ganged up on him and started a fight, he beat them easily and did murder one. Even though it was self defense some were politicians and the one killed was a Turian ship captain. Xavier was court marshaled and dishonorably discharged following the court marshal, the only thing that kept him from being executed was his plea of self defense and his meritorious record serving the alliance. He took on mercenary work after his discharge and even led a small band of independent mercenaries before most of his underlings took on a mission to hunt down archangel while he was away on another mission, that one was a disastrous "salvage" mission close enough to geth space that their ship and everything else were heavily damaged. He sold the ship and disbanded the group, taking heavily to drink, he can normally be found in afterlife, never without his armor, and his weapons. He has worked with other mercs on Omega, he always has been decent to the other mercs, some in the blue suns and such thought it was a weakness and tried offing him early, thinking that it would be less competition...that didn't go so well for their men, he hung them each from the trees and buildings of a neighborhood, sending a picture to each of their leaders, with a message "don't fuck with me". Needless to say they actually listened, or well archangel took more precedence at the time.

Equipment: m7 lancer, M5-Phalanx, ( when we get to ME3 omni shield), and crap armor he had to partly build and fix.

Skills: Skilled in the use of omni shields and weapons, small arms and rifles. skilled tech user, and skilled biotic user. (Going with the fact it's still a sentinel class hope you go with it)

Powers: Overload, warp, tech armor, throw, cryo blast when we get to ME3 take cryo blast and overload out, as well as tech armor for these three. shield mastery snap freeze, energy drain, incinerate.

[TitanAeterno]

I'm game, if you need/want more that is.

Aelus Septimus

Name: Aelus Septimus
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Turian
Specialty: Marksman
Homeworld: Palaven

Height: 6'8"
Skin Color: Pale grey
Eye Color: Grey
Appearance: Aelus is a typical male Turian in structure. He has facial markings indicative of his being born and raised on Palaven (Garrus is a prime reference) colored green. In addition to this, he has one large scar from the middle of his forehead on his left side down to the middle of his left cheek. To compliment his scar he has a few burn scars on his right arm and the lower right part of his face.

Personality: At his core, Aelus is damaged goods. He's seen tragedy, endured hardship, and gotten the short end of several sticks, and this developed him into somewhat of a cynic. He manages to not let his mouth write check's his body can't cash, though he has taken a couple Krogan headbutts for letting his critical sarcasm slip. Typical of a Turian, he likes to get things done, both on and off duty.

History: Born on Palaven, Aelus Septimus was the grandson of a Primarch, and the son of a General and a renowned Turian scientist. From birth great things were expected of him, though he was widely unremarkable until just before his 9th birthday. It was at this time that Aelus showed the first signs of a very rare condition amongst Turians. This rare condition of course was a reaction to Element Zero, or "eezo," exposure. From this time his entire life was plotted out for him, and this became more apparent to him when he was notified on his 15th birthday that after basic training, he would instead be entering a Turian Cabal.

The life of a Cabal member is simple, and the reason it is so simple is that due to a stigma among Turian troops about the use of biotics, Cabals are highly isolated. The Hierarchy holds them separate from the rank and file for long reconnaissance missions, shock troops, infiltrators, and various other clandestine services. These teams of 10 to 15 specialists are highly skilled, deadly, and effective, but they're far from perfect. Their purpose is even more so to "Die for the Cause," and almost all Cabal members are lifers. Aelus was no different. He endured the training, fought through injuries, and found his way to being a young lieutenant in line for an unprecedented kabalim position at the head of his own Cabal.

However, even the best laid schemes of Turian soldiers and commanders go awry. Aelus was assigned to the 3rd Cabal, the Void Hunters. They earned their name through being unsurpassed infiltrators, and several rumors surrounded the 3rd about assassinations, but nothing has ever stuck. Reports of Krogan piracy near the DMZ reached their kabalim before all but the highest of the Hierarchy were aware. This was due to an unusual brutality where these pirates left no prisoners. With incomplete intelligence, and suspiciously vague orders, the Void Hunters were geared up and through the nearest relay before anyone could ask questions. Their small ship patrolled in and around the Krogan DMZ for three days time before they made contact with an unmarked vessel.

The Frigate-sized vessel hailed their Corvette, and demanded they lay down any arms and prepare to be boarded. In a slightly ambitious plan the Cabal did just that, laid out all their weapons and waited for the Krogans to enter and take them by surprise with an onslaught of biotics. Everything went as planned until it was a lone Batarian that stepped into the cramped quarters of their vessel. After getting hit with a quick biotic shock, the lone interloper hit the floor, and immediately activated a short-range distress beacon. Soon, explosions tore through the corvette's lower cargo bay, and the crew jumped into action. They did everything their power but the ship became unstable, and so did the crew. Under new pressures, the six remaining crew members were split between a suicidal crash into the Batarian ship, or a crash landing near a settlement on Tuchanka. Aelus was the deciding vote, and his cowardice took the better of him. Instead of dying for the cause that day, he chose to run.

The corvette crashed, and only Aelus survived. Badly wounded, he used all of his strength to activate a beacon before blacking out. When he came to, he was chained up, in only marginally better condition, inside the Krogan camp. Here he was tortured for three weeks, before they finally believed he was not a spy or an assassin. Begrudgingly his life was spared and Aelus made it off Tuchanka. Afraid of being shamed back in the Hierarchy, he fled into hiding, in the only place he knew no one would look for him: Omega. Here he had to apply his skills in the only way he could, as a hired gun, and a good one no less.

Armor: Elanus Risk Control Services Duelist MK.IV
Weapons/Abilities:

Haliat Armory's Thunder MK.I Assault Rifle

M-3 Predator Heavy Pistol

Armax Arsenal's Punisher MK VII Sniper Rifle

Omnitool - Blade, Flashlight, etc.

Warp

Warp Ammo

Throw

[Rare]

I'm still here and will post a CS on the weekend.

[Red Wizard]

A bit much equipment-wize, but other than that it's ok. Accepted, both of you.

I'll wait for one more finished application before closing shop and starting the game.

[TitanAeterno]

Awesome, and despite the green light I edited down the Thunder to MK1 and switched to a M-3 for the pistol. I would switch the sniper, but I'll write in some defects to keep it from being too over-used or over-powered. And I feel like I should add a note about Aelus's biotics, even as an expert turian biotic his powers don't compare to other races, he's like a weak asari or a moderate human user.