[CHAR] Mass Effect : Absolution

[Twisted Fate]

Marcus Vanir

NAME: Marcus Vanir

APPEARANCE

SPECIES: Human
AGE: 32
GENDER: Male

PERSONAL PROFILE: Marcus, to put it shortly, is not a nice person. He's lost too much, and he simply doesn't care anymore. As such, he comes across as arrogant and reckless, and tends not to give a damn about other people's opinions. He's not one to come up with plans, but at the same time isn't the sort of person to sit back and blindly do as he's told. He's more likely to go along with the overall consensus until a more preferable opportunity presents itself.
He's a survivor - and he'll do whatever it takes to stay alive. Whatever the job, whatever the pay, he isn't above doing anything.

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: Almost identical to the picture, apart from being covered in scars all over his body. He's been in a lot of fights, and it shows.
Exactly 6' tall.

SKILLS & ABILITIES: Marcus received basic military training when he enlisted with the Alliance, which was further developed when he abandoned them for Cerberus. Since he left the terrorist organisation, he's become something of a brute. He'll rush into combat with barely any regard for his life, which makes him fight that bit harder whilst unnerving his opponents.
- As strong as you'd expect a lifelong soldier to be.
- Trained to use all military-grade weapons. (assault rifle, shotgun, pistol, sniper rifle etc)
- Confident enough to unnerve more weary enemies.

BIOGRAPHY: Born in a colony on Elysium, Marcus' early childhood was relatively peaceful. His parent's were both scientists, researching the uses of Element Zero in more advanced weaponry. He spent his free time playing with his sister Elana, who had been born exactly a year after him, and neither of them had a care in the world.

That changed on his sixteenth birthday, however. His parent's believed that they had made an astounding discovery in their field of research, and arranged for transport to be made to Earth to demonstrate their new-found technology. Marcus wasn't happy about being so suddenly uprooted, but quickly realized that his arguments were doomed to failure. His family boarded a ship and set course for Earth, his parent's sure that this was the start of a prosperous new life for them. All went well for the first few days of travel, until one day they were attacked by pirates. They were undoubtedly after his parent's research, but in the chaos of the fighting it was destroyed. His father was killed, his sister disappeared and his mother was taken captive. He watched as his mother was taken and tried to go after her, but was pulled away by a fellow passenger, who forced him into an escape pod and away from his family. The man was an Alliance soldier, and after days spent trying to ignore him, Marcus was finally talked into enlisting. Believing his entire family to be dead or worse, he saw it as the best opportunity for a new life.

He joined up as soon as he was able, and remained a soldier until he was 28. Then one day, whilst on leave to the Citadel, he was approached by a woman he looked strangely familiar. She revealed that she was Elana, and had been rescued from the incident in much the same way as he had been - the only difference being that she was rescued by an undercover Cerberus operative rather than an Alliance soldier.
He remained with her for the remaining week of his shore leave, and on his final day went to say goodbye. Unexpectedly though, she flat out refused to say goodbye, and instead begged him to go AWOL from N7 and join Cerberus with her. Knowing that she was the only family he had left, he eventually consented.

His time with didn't last. They were both assigned to the Normandy SR-2 under the newly resurrected Commander Shepard, and whilst never having any direct contact with Shepard or the other high ranking operatives, they did catch glimpses of them from time to time. The life seemed somewhat romantic for a time, travelling alongside the esteemed commander, and he started to believe that he could enjoy his time in Cerberus, despite his concerns about the exact nature of the organisation.
One day, Elana was sent off on a scouting operation on Omega, surveying the state of the planet before Shepard and his team went down there themselves. He and the rest of the crew waited for days for her and her squad to return, but they never did. They had been caught up in a clash between two local merc groups, and had all been killed in the resulting firefight. Completely broken, Marcus fled the ship and ended up scraping the bottom of the barrel on Omega, resorting to the life of a petty criminal.

He lived day by day - taking whatever job he could find. Mostly mercenary or bodyguard work, due to his skillset, and had resigned himself to the idea that this was now his life. Despite all this, he was still glad to have left Cerberus. When asked by anyone who knew enough about his past, he simply replied with: "I'm a lot of things, but that shit's too dark even for me."

[Mythic]

Isaac Santos

ISAAC SANTOS

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Isaac Andrés Santos, Jr.

Species
Human

Age
27

Gender
Male

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
Isaac is very hesitant to trust people. He truly does have a good heart deep down, but after a lifetime of it being constantly abused and taken advantage of, he has locked it away and changed his whole attitude.
He lives in an environment of killers and thieves - so the best way to survive is to make yourself look big and cocky. Because of this, he may come across as arrogant and aggressive to some. But this is just a façade, as when he gets to know someone and begins to enjoy their company, his personality completely changes - he is no longer concerned with giving off a menacing presence, and is much more relaxed and natural. Though this is a rare occurrence.
Isaac has a quick wit, and would be considered quite charismatic by most. He can talk his way out of things and charm his way in to things. He gained his skills with words due to living in a world of liars all of his life - he became one of them.
Killing is not easy for Isaac. After his first kill, he spent weeks without a good nights sleep, the guilt and regret crippling him. It became easier, to the point where he can pull the trigger without flinching. But he still suffers nights without sleep every now and then, whenever he accidentally falls too deep in to his own thoughts.

Sexuality
Heterosexual

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Physical Appearance
Isaac stands at a commanding 6'1, a height that is above average for his species. This, coupled with his athletic body structure, gives Isaac an intimidating presence, at least for a Human. One would generally assume that Isaac is Caucasian given his appearance. However, he is technically mixed-race, his father's side of the family having Afro-Brazilian origins. Tattoos run down both of his arms and partly across his torso.
Isaac's rough, dark-brown hair is shaved down at the sides. On top of his head, it is grown out, yet kept short. His facial hair can vary, but Isaac is most often seen with light stubble left to grow on his face. It's colour is identical to the colour of his hair. His eyes are a light brown that contrasts with his pupils in an uncommon fashion.
Down the left side of his head until just above his left eye, Isaac has an unmistakable scar given to him during a childhood knife attack in which his friend was killed - he was only 14 at the time. One the left side of his neck he has another scar, a fairly large wound that he received during his work as a mercenary.

Clothing and Armour
When out of his comfort zone, Isaac is usually always clad in fairly heavy mercenary gear, typically solid black in colour. When in a safe area, which is rare considering he is stationed on Omega, Isaac wears casual clothing.

Equipment
Isaac carries a standard issue pistol and assault rifle. He has basic training for the use of other weapons, including sniper rifles, but he is most acclimatised to the two he carries.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Isaac was a soldier for several years of his life, meaning he has impeccable physical fitness and many skills when it comes to combat. He can shoot a gun with accuracy and is versed in hand to hand combat. He is by no means the most skilled in these fields, however. There are many out there that are better gunmen than he. However, where he lacks in these fronts, he makes up for in his biotic abilities. He is no master of biotic, but he manages to combine his military skills with his biotic powers to make himself a very competent fighter.
Additionally, if it is considered an ability, Isaac can often talk his way out of problems.

BIOGRAPHY

Isaac was born on the Human colony world of Trident, a planet renowned for it's vast salt oceans and it's dangerous, lawless cities. He was born and raised on the planet's capital, New Cousteau, by his mother alone, as Isaac's father left without a trace sometime after his birth. Isaac doesn't remember his father, and frankly, he doesn't want to, as he only holds contempt for a man who'd leave a young mother.
Isaac may love his mother dearly, but she was no model parent. She may have taught him well, tutoring him throughout his youth and giving him a great amount of knowledge in the process, but she never showed him any kind of love. She hit him, sometimes, when he was a boy, when he was too small to resist - and when he go older, and he could resist, he didn't, because he didn't want to hurt her back.
He was a good kid, but it didn't last. When he was exposed to the harsh reality of the outside world things changed. His best friend for as long as he could remember was killed in a knife attack when he was only 14, and he was cut across his face, initially quite badly injured by the incident. Luckily, the hospital patched him up well and he got away with his life. But not his innocence. That day was very important for Isaac. From then on he was never the same.
He was introduced to the dark side of Trident over the next two years. He got quite involved with criminals and almost lost his life on two occasions. During this period of time he discovered that he had biotic abilities, though they were never powerful enough to use effectively. His mother was horrified by all the things he had got himself involved in, and begged him to stop. She told him to enlist in the Alliance Navy, to escape from this world and to find a new way to live. This was perhaps the first time his mother showed how much she cared for him, so he did it for her.
He was shipped off-world aged 16 and trained to become a soldier. It was not how he expected his life to pan out. Then again, he had never really thought about it. The training was demanding, and it pushed him to his limits. But he excelled and proved himself to be quite a force. He was given an implant to amplify his biotic abilities and make them useful on the battlefield.
He was sent out in to the world as a soldier. He kept in contact with his mother every few days, telling her about his new life. It seemed she really cared. Perhaps she didn't really notice how much he meant to her until he left, but it made him feel stronger when he realised she did.
During his travels, he began a secret relationship with a female colleague of his, despite rules barring him from such affairs. They were together for several months, to the point that he believed that he could have loved her. He later found out that she betrayed him, and he was crushed. He found the man that she had been with, and he beat him to the point that he had to be hospitalised. He was then suspended by the Alliance - to which he responded in a flurry of anger and passion, firing insults at his superiors before resigning completely from the navy.
There he found himself, 21 years of age, out in the world, alone. His heart broken. All of his ties, cut off. He was alone.
He spent the next two years doing odd jobs around the citadel, trying his hand at several professions but failing to get a steady job in any of them. He struggled greatly, and became ashamed of himself, deeming himself a failure. Because of this, he stopped calling his mother, he couldn't deal with the humiliation, and he didn't want her to be disappointed in him. Two months later, he received word that she had passed away after a serious infection. Broken and downcast, Isaac found himself questioning what life had to offer.
After some long weeks of inward thinking, Isaac concluded that he had nothing left to lose and nobody to be disappointed on him, so he left the Citadel and headed for the dark side of the galaxy - the Terminus systems. He spent the first two years there on board a Smuggler ship, before starting work as a small-time mercenary at age 25. He was later recruited in to the Circle of Absolution.

[DJAtomika]

Hazan Volintis

Havoc

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Hazan Volintis (also goes by 'Haze' or 'Hazzy')

Species
Turian

Age
23

Gender
Male

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
- Chirpy and playful.
- Analytical.
- Can be serious if he wants to.

Sexuality
Bi (which is strange for a turian).

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Physical Appearance
- Stands 6' 3"
- Dark, gunmetal grey carapace
- Facial paint is in white, with the pattern being the arch with five spikes pointing inward towards his eyes.

Clothing and Armour
- Wears Phantom-class light armour, minus the hood.
- Dons Ariake Technologies Kuwashii Visor.

Equipment
- M-92 Mantis bolt-action sniper rifle
- M-9 Tempest machine pistol
- M-96 Mattock semi-automatic battle rifle
- Tactical Cloak module.
- Ammo Modification modules: Disruptor and Armour-Piercing.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Class: Turian Ghost

- Skilled in stealth and infiltration missions.
- Skilled in maintaining stealth and using subterfuge.
- Proficient in the use of long-range, highly accurate weapons like battle rifles and sniper rifles.
- Proficient in hand-to-hand combat, though it is not his strong suit.
- Proficient in basic AI and mainframe hacking.

BIOGRAPHY

Being a Turian is hard, but for Hazan it was even harder. His family, a line of peacekeepers and bodyguards, didn't accept the fact that he, during his boot camp, had taken a preference to more up front and violent methods than the usual, subdued tones of service under royalty that his father and mother were used to. After boot camp, his superiors recommended that he be instituted under one of the Turian military's many scouting parties that extended out into the fringe worlds, his parents were too happy to oblige, obviously to get rid of one thorn-in-the-side son. Undeterred by his family's disapproval, Hazan left Palaven and ended up on a ship to the Terminus Systems, this being hot after the drama that was the Collector Wars. However, even with that threat gone, the other threats still remained, including roving bands of pirates and mercenaries, one of which hit the scout ship that he was on. In the ensuing chaos, Hazan managed to escape in a pod, jettisoned from the craft as the crew valiantly defended it to their last. He ended up drifting near Omega, and using the pod's emergency guidance jets, deftly landed (read: crashed) it into the station's lower struts, whereupon he emerged, injured but alright.

Now, his parents and superiors in training disagreed on many things about him, but the one thing they all unanimously agreed upon was the fact that this kid had a sharp eye. Where most budding turian soldiers preferred the heavier, more reliable arms like the Vindicator or Avenger, Hazan always drifted towards the Mattock, a rifle not commonly used by regular foot soldiers. Then, when given a chance to try out different weapons, he'd gravitated immediately towards the Mantis. His aim, though not incredibly stellar, still netted him admiration from his peers, and he was considered one of the best shots of his training company, though not the overall best. That belonged to another soldier that he didn't really like as a friend, but he trusted as a comrade-in-arms. This skill, he brought with him into Omega's criminal underground. Having been separated from his unit as a whole, he decided to strike out on his own for once, selling his services for credits that, though not as much as he liked, were enough to at least get by. That was when he caught the eyes of the Circle. A budding marksman selling his services on the cheap? What's not to want? With a few small contracts under his belt, it was known that Hazan, though only small-time, was proficient enough in keeping hidden, drawing attention away from himself and shooting people in the face from really far awa, qualities that were unique enough to attract attention from employers.

Hazan, now going by the moniker of Havoc, gleefully accepted the opportunity, and though he's yet to even attempt his first mission with the Circle, he knows it's going to be something big.

[Leodiensian]

*ARDENT KROSS*

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Ardent Kross

Species
Turian

Age
27

Gender
Male

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
Kross is what you might term a 'blunt instrument' rather than a scalpel. He's a slovenly, brutish and direct. He's the sort of big guy who knows he's a big guy and uses that to get his way pretty often, throwing his weight around (often literally) to get his way. He likes the simple things in life - good food, good drink, lots of partying. Plenty of it and as loud and intense as he can get it; he'll never take one beer with dinner when he can go on an all-night bender. He takes the same approach to combat, going in loud and angry to inflict maximum damage.

A psychiatrist might have a field day interviewing and diagnosing Ardent's small constellation of personality disorders and psychoses. Suffice it to say that Ardent is a tool not used lightly by the Circle, never deployed in the proximity of anything or anyone the Circle likes and would prefer remains intact. He doesn't particularly care about collateral damage and if there's a level of ultra-violence that he's not willing to cross, it's not one he's encountered yet. And yet, for all his monstrosity he is a shockingly loyal individual. He considers the Circle his family and has the classical Turian loyalty and bond to the Circle instead of a homeworld or regiment.

Sexuality
Bisexual

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Physical Appearance
Kross has a lot of scars across his chest, arms and face from fist-fights, close calls with blades and the odd bullet wound. He has a story for each scar; some of them might even be true.

Kross is extremely large for a turian, standing at nearly eight feet tall and weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds. He's also extremely strong and conditioned, bound in dense, cable-like musculature. His hide is brownish and he tends to wear reddish facepaint with the Omega symbol, to denote that Omega is his place of birth.

Clothing and Armour
Kross doesn't often go without at least light body armour on, from what would be paranoia on anywhere but Omega. He favours dark colours and reds, to keep in the theme of his face markings. One of his few accessories or adornments is a necklace of shell casings from obsolete automatic weapons. True to his normal style, in a fight he wears heavy armour with simple, powerful shields.

Equipment
Kross favours big, noisy weapons such as shotguns, heavy machine guns and hand cannons. His trademark are a pair of highly-customized Carnifex hand cannons, wielding akimbo.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

You'd be forgiven for thinking Ardent Kross was a krogan if all you had to go on was his description. He's big and strong, nasty in a brawl and despite being severely injured multiple times, no-one's quite figured out whatever blessed silver bullet is required to finally put the stubborn drokker down for good. Hurting him just seems to make him angrier and Ardent Kross becoming angry is often the prologue to a room full of people magically transforming into a room full of corpses. He's something of a local fixture on Omega and knows the station well, it's people and it's many little hidey holes. He's also been a criminal for his entire life without getting himself killed, so he's good at various forms of the graft; con schemes, sleight-of-hand. But brute force remains his favourite tactic.

BIOGRAPHY

Most people think of Omega station as a place of last resort, somewhere you come only when all your other options have run out, to hide from the authorities or some other escape. It's a place of endings. But what most people don't like to talk or think about are Omega's children, the people who are born there. Ardent Kross was one such child, born to Turian mercenaries who settled on the station full-time after being injured on a mission. He was raised on stories of the First Encounter War and read weapon specs to get to sleep.

Stable family lives don't really happen on Omega. Rival mercs from the Iron Teeth company had been chasing the Kross couple and stormed the apartment. What should have been in-and-out wetwork turned into a bloody two-day siege as the Kross family defended their homestead with guerrilla tactics, advanced technology and sheer spite. Unwilling to simply give up the fight and lose face, the Iron Teeth escalated and soon one small wetwork team became multiple squadrons, including at one point the deployment of light artillery. It was during this siege that Ardent got his first and tenth kills. The Iron Teeth got what they wanted, at a bloodier price than they had expected to pay. The Kross mercenary duo had fallen.

With his home in rubble, Ardent took to the street full-time, making a living plying the skills his parents had given him; violence and the application thereof. Sometimes he was shaking medical clinics down for drugs to sell, other times he was extorting protection money from businesses. He joined up with some minor street punks and this eventually lead to him becoming headhunted by a larger organization, the Circle of Absolution. The price of admission was a test, a hit on Garran H'ttar, a Batarian slaver in one of the lower levels. H'ttar's one weakness was that the only time he left his stronghold - a fortified mechanics shop - was to visit his favourite noodle shop. Given that he only did so with ten armed guards, most people would have taken the subtle approach - poisoned the noodles, sniped H'ttar from across the way, left an explosive for him.

Ardent Kross does not take the subtle approach.

Ardent walked in the front door of the noodle shop with two hand cannons, a shotgun and an industrial buzzsaw. He left with three bullet wounds, a whole heap of bruises and H'ttar's severed head to serve as proof that the hit was complete. Now, Ticus Rakaelum is not a fool; he knew that Kross could be a timebomb if handled incorrectly. But he also knew that it was a timebomb he'd rather have control over whose detonation he could set the time, date and, most importantly, target. So he took Kross on board, kept him placated and at arm's length but has not called on his talents often. This means that though Kross has been a member of the syndicate for about six months, he's still functionally entry-level and lacks many of the proper protections the syndicate can offer. And that's something Kross is going to need soon; H'ttar's people are going to be looking for the blood and the Iron Teeth have realized that someone survived their hit on the Kross household..

[Twisted Fate]

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[ClocktowerEchos]

Arisaka Hayabusa

Arisaka Myuzu Hayabusa, PhD
Theme: Happy Synthesizer

Species
Human

Age
24

Gender
Female

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile

Arisaka can be described best as “happy-go-lucky”. She always seems oblivious to all the darkness around her and keeps a sort of child-like innocence. Most people don’t trust Arisaka due to the fact her personality doesn’t match her surroundings what so ever, but she tries to be friendly anyways.

She always hides her abilities under the facade of smiles or occasionally a very “professional hitman” sort of attitude. Even in battle, she is show as calm, and even a bit hyperactive. When not fighting, she can be put in the little sister category, often bugging her teammates, lazing about and easting sweets before mealtime. She does often exploit her adorability to her advantage like bypassing security or infiltrating guarded areas.

Sexuality
Bi

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Appearance

Physical Appearance

5 ft, 9 in
She is of Asian dissent and has dark brown hair with black highlight that you wouldn’t be able to tell. Her body seems slender and modest but she is quite athletic and a moderate bust size. She has big eyes with heterochormia, but it is not natural, her left eye is black while her left eye is purple and the skin around it has been stitched on and is a bit lighter in color.

Clothing and Armour
She were a form-fitting black trench coat that opens up towards the middle and has a utility belt around the waist and several belts all over the suit, most of them for style. Arisaka also wear thigh high, latex boots, each one with a hidden knife in it. She also has a hood that is similar to that of Katsumi’s but she rarely wears it.

Equipment
Two M-25 Hornets SMGs
One M-6 Carifex Pistol
Two extendable alloy knives
4 lift grenades
Tech armor module
Cryo Blast and Overload Omni-Tool modifications

SKILLS & ABILITIES

-Good shot with smaller guns
-Skilled in hand-to-hand combat and CQC
-Very knowledgeable in engineering and electronics
-The Biotic skills Throw and Warp
-Limited knowledge on communications and physics

BIOGRAPHY

Arisaka has no memories of her parents, she was born into slavery and sold to new masters shortly after. Much of her childhood consisted of servitude and being forced to repair some of Omega’s most dangerous and hazardous equipment with little help or safety precaution. She has seen many people die from being launched into space, electrocuted or impaled. Despite all of this, she always remained calm can tried to justified on why some people lived and why some people died. “Maybe they didn’t check their cables” or “He should have worn better gloves.” Is what Arisaka said on many occasion after seeing her friends die in horrible ways. Arisaka herself would be a victim when a transformer exploded, taking a part of her face and left eye with it. She would get a bit of flesh sewn to replace it and would also be given an eye transplant, albeit a different color.

When she had finally reached her teenaged years, he biotic abilities awoken and she was sold to an underground pit-fighting club. She would fight under the name of “Scarlet Bullet” and some became an experienced CQC fighter and a learned biotic. Once again, stuck in her innocent mindset, she tried to justified the people she killed in the pit with “They were bad people” or “They were going to die anyways, I just quickened the past”. She soon learned that her cute appearance meant that there was good money to be made hanging around visitors after the fights, learning how to extort the male watchers for all the money they had and then some.

At the age of 18, she was finally able to buy her freedom and tried to enter schooling. However, no school on Omega would accept a former pit-fighter as 1) She didn’t have any prior school and 2) It was Omega, they didn’t care about one girl. Determined to surprise them all, Arisaka got a job at a local gun shop and used her wages to buy audio tapes of engineering lessons and when she took the test, she scored amongst the top 10. After 4 years of intense schooling, Arisaka had gotten a degree in Engineering (or the Omega equivalent). However, a weapon malfunction had killed her boss some years earlier and Arisaka was out of a job. After hearing about a local gang needing help, she eagerly joined up.

[Anima]

*Sela*

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name

Sela’Migar nar Naraam (Currently)

Sela’Migar vas Naraam (Past)

Species

Quarian

Age

Human Equivalent of 27

Gender

Female

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile

Sela had always been a bit eccentric. While a savant with technology, she can be a bit apathetic to her fellow organics - particularly when they see something difficult yet simple to her. Her manner of speech is rather blunt as she hates sugar coating what she means and values jumping directly to the point. Its gotten her into trouble many times before, but her colleagues often value the things she says — when constructive — in the end.

While not reckless by any means, Sela believes in doing something with great promise rather than asking for permission. If she sees and opportunity she can exploit, she’ll take it. Regardless if it’s in popular opinion or not. Her reputation — and fall from grace — has been based on this. Usually the results from this are good, but when failure happens, the consequences are heavy.

A drop in her sarcastic tone only happens with those she sees as an equal or when she’s talking about anything synthetic. She has a great love for little plush dolls sold at souvenir shops.

Sexuality

Pansexual

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Physical Appearance

Sela is approximately 5’7” making her average height for her people. Quarians coming from the Naraam were naturally taller than other live ships, which quarian scientist are constantly trying to analyze and explain. Underneath her mask, she has rich, brown hair and purple-ish eyes. Her face is sharp and angular giving her the image of beautiful elegance and arrogance at times.

She also has markings on her neck and face that is common amongst her people.

Clothing and Armour

The clothing and armor available to Sela is rather limited. The majority of the time, she wears her environmental suit and that’d be the end of it. However, she does have the Combat Engineers environmental suit from her time in the Migrant Marines. However, that variation is sparsely worn though she keeps it with her.

Equipment

M12-Locust
M-5 Phalanx
EMP grenades
Modified omni-tool
Personal VI (As a researcher in synthetics, Sela has been working on evolving a VI to an AI.)

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Quarian Savant

At a young age, Sela was praised as one of the brightest minds in technology - particularly with an emphasis on synthetics and hardware.

While she’s somewhat proficient in the mechanisms of hand-to-hand and weapons usage, she prefers to rain death via her drones, powers, malfunctions, and using the environment against her foes. It’s always a good day in her book when her beautiful machines or tech powers takes care of things. If her methods prove ineffective, it’s simply a sign to her that she needs to tweak things a bit more.

BIOGRAPHY

Born on the Sharik, Sela began her earlier years just like any other quarian. Since childhood, she was taught how it was every quarians duty to sacrifice for the fleet and place its security above any other. While she agreed with the preservation of her people, when the Geth War was taught, Sela had much more different views on the matter. Instead of the great enemy, she had wonder.

When she was old enough, Sela went out on her pilgrimage traveling from one place to another. On her journey, she discovered, by chance, a salvager who was selling tech recovered from the Perseus Veil. Unbeknownst to the salvager at the time, what he mistook for a mere data chip was Geth technology that Sela discovered after going through it. The contents were astonishing to the quarian. Details on how to run a more effective interface was gleamed from the chip as Sela tested it out on her omnitool and several monitors that stores allowed her to tamper with. After dozens of trials and further innovations, Sela returned back to the fleet carrying the data she’d discovered and improved.

Upon her arrival, Sela presented her findings to the Naraam who’s captain accepted her after demonstrating her contribution. However, the origins of the information wasn’t lost to the quarians. Because of the data was Geth in nature, Sela was kept under guard as quarian scientist scanned through her contribution to ensure that it couldn’t harm the fleet. It was only after weeks of testing and intensive interrogating was Sela allowed to leave. The treatment in the cells was partially what made her partial to synthetics versus organics. Synthetics and hardware were easy to understand, no grey spectrum. Organics? They were a harsher thing to deal with. Her gift in synthetic science allowed her to catch the eyes of the engineers as she was invited to join them where she’d provide further innovations and breakthroughs for the quarians.

Though she reached a status of reputation, Sela wanted to do more than mere live ship maintenance and improvements. She wanted Geth. Attaching herself to the Migrant Marines, Sela endured the training. What she lacked in weapons and tactics, she made up her tech powers, hacking, and AI control. While being accepted into the Marines, she was kept to the rear due to her researching role and her below proficient use of weapons and military tactics.

On a mission to a planet in the Perseus Veil, Sela had the opportunity to fully diagnosis Geth units that her team put down. As she became more enamored with the machines, she saw yet another opportunity. The creation of a smarter VI. Whispers of her ambition leaked to her superiors, which caused an uproar amongst the Migrant fleet. Orders were issued to seize her, but Sela had disappeared before she could be apprehended. The inevitability wasn’t lost on her as she prepared her flight from her people. As much as she hated leaving, she couldn’t stop her development now. Sela wanted to show that her people could control the Geth. She just needed time.

Looking to Omega, Sela quickly settled in and disappeared. Committing identity thefts, hackings, bank jobs, and other things to keep herself afloat, it wasn’t long until she received the invitation from the Circle of Absolution. She had heard of it, and she was impartial. However, she saw opportunity — resources — that could further her works. In the end, she took the invitation.

[Mythic]

TICUS RAKAELUM (NPC)

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Ticus Rakaelum

Species
Turian

Age
44

Gender
Male

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
Ticus is intelligent. He knows how cruel the galaxy is. Therefore, he decides to operate in a way that will increase his chances and decrease everyone else. He too is cruel, relentless and unforgiving. He will not consider the "feelings" of a person and the word "morals" means nothing to him. He does not hold his tongue and will speak his mind, unless he is in the presence of someone he deems superior to him, in which situation he is quite a suck-up.

Sexuality
Unknown

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Physical Appearance
Little above average height. Muscular build. No visible scars.

Clothing and Armour
Typically, medium to heavy armour branded with the circle's markings. When in his own private quarters, he is clad in fanciful attire only attainable by the wealthy, blacks, reds and purples in luxurious materials. When he is not in the safety of his own home, however, he is always properly protected from any threat Omega has to offer.

Equipment
Ticus doesn't have to shoot anyone. He has bodyguards for that. However, being the cautious and survivalist person he is, he carries a pistol with him at all times.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Ticus has state of the art combat training as well as the best education Palaven can offer. He is the son of a diplomat and has many years of experience under his belt.

BIOGRAPHY

Unlike many of the people in his line of work, Ticus came from a wealthy background, his father a diplomat on the Turian capital of Palaven. He was given the highest possible education attainable all throughout his youth. In fact, he was a relatively normal, wealthy Turian until his mid-20s, when he had quite a dispute with his father. He had never been a peaceful person, in fact he had always been quite violent, he just had the control to prevent himself from lashing out. However, he did not hold back on this particular day. By the end of the night his father had a bullet hole in the side of his head. Ticus fled from the planet, along with his father's wealth.
He eventually found himself in the Terminus Systems, using some of his money to establish a small smuggling circuit. Over the years, it grew, and by his early 30s, he had built somewhat of an empire - and it had developed from smugglers, to mercenaries. Ticus sat back and watched the credits roll in at home, without any particular work to do other than administration work every now and then. He decided, in this time, to train so that he too could protect his life, and if necessary, take others. He hired several personal trainers and purchased himself an armoury of weapons. Within a few years, he was better than any of the men he hired.
At the age of 35, he met with the leader of the Circle of Absolution, who had been monitoring his mercenary company for several months. The Circle was larger and more powerful than Ticus' operation, so when he was offered the chance to hand over the control of all of his vessels and men over to the leader of the Circle in exchange for a position as his left hand man and advisor, he accepted willingly.
He spent the best part of a decade travelling the Terminus Systems with his new employer before he was sent to Omega, to oversee the Circle's business there. He took charge of all recruitment on Omega, too, as he wished to see first-hand who would be entering the Circle.

[Happy Go Lucky]

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Kramar (Clanless)

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full name
Kramar (no clan second name) Nickname: Krem

Species
Krogan

Age
65

Gender
Male

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile

Different from many other Krogan, due to him being raised in a city environment and having never set a foot on tuchanka, Krem is mostly considerate, calm and peaceful among his allies, although on the job, Krem doesnt hold back his inner krogan, and can become eccessively violent and bloodthirsty if needbe, giving him the ability to play a very believable antagonistic role when it comes to information gathering. Among strangers he keeps his cool and gives off a dark vibe to keep himself from being looked down upon.

With comrades however he can become incredibly loud and merry, always looking to kick a party up 5 notches, he truely cares about those he works with, and even will lay his life on the line to protect them. When drunk, Krem can become incredibly flirty and open, which can be oddly entertaining to watch.

Sexuality
Homosexual

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Physical Appearance

Krem is taller than the average Krogan at an impressive 7 foot 7 inches in height and with this, weighs a impressive 185 kilos/29 stone thanks to his height, thick krogan frame and his mechanical arm with both his height and bulk making him look more intimidating.

Clothing and Armour

If not suited up for battle, Krem dresses in a specially tailored outfit to suit his krogan frame. Baig into earth fashion, the krogan wears a large black leather jacket over himself, with a larger hood which can pull over and cover his hump, with a red shirt underneath with black armored leggings and heavy boots.

When out of a safe area, such as omega, the Krogan wears a full suit of black and dark purple trimmed, heavy plated and shield enhanced krogan armor, without helmet, and a visor over his left eye for collecting opponent data.

Equipment

*Custom built shotgun called Seth, which supports a mechanical nudge that allows krem to control the spread of his shotgun for single or multi purpose.

* standard sniper rifle, which he can use to pick off his opponents from far.

*An enhanced and much more durable mass effect shield than normal.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Over his relatively short lifespan so far, Krem has acquired many skills from growing up upon the citadel. Gaining training in both shotguns and sniper rifles from his years as a bodyguard, mercenary work and for being under c-sec, his knowledge of tactics are self explanitory, however despite his relatively calm nature, it isnt too difficult to anger the krogan, though doing so is less than advised.

Being a krogan with biotic potential, making him one of the rare krogans to accomplish this, its no wonder that his talents in the field of biotics are incredibly powerful if slightly unstable. Supporting abilities such as shockwave, warp, biotic hammer and Biotic charge, Krem becomes a demon on the battlefield, and can become reckless with these biotic abilities, laying waste to his opponents in the process.

BIOGRAPHY

supposidly his birth parents were Krogan scum, slavers who bit off more than they could chew, and were wiped out by c-sec personelle working in the citadel. C-sec took him as a child and were contemplating on what to do with him when a couple at no cost, whisked it from c-secs hands, two turians.

The turians raised him like their own child but were met with many challenges, understandable krogans were violent even from birth and so proved to be a hassel for his adopted parents but despite the bruises and krogan anger, loved him very much, making him feel both apologetic for causing problems as a young child and happy that they persevered through the brute phases he possessed.

By the time of his teens, Going through the teenage phase, he become increasingly more violent, and on occassion would punch his father in anger before trashing the place, his anger, needing to be sated, revealed his biotic potential as he used his powers to knock out dozens of normal c-sec officers and handfulls of mercenaries at the citadel docks, which lasted almost a full day before he was eventually knocked unconscious and imprisoned, charged with assault and property damage.

To pay off his damages and his injuries, he was forced under "strick watch and employment" by c-sec, and trained to weild weapons such as shotguns and sniper rifles which he could use to let off steam on non organic, non living targets, while being heavily onitored on his biotic ability, he as forcibly enlisted to work, under c-sec albeit illegally to provide extra muscle, in exchange, allowing him to pass his anger onto criminals rather than innocent people.

The full extent of his damages were paid off after 10 years, at 26 years old and after being let go from c-sec, and from money spent left over, he spent the next 30 years of his life looking after his adopted parents while becoming both a bodyguard for various stores along the citadel, and even a mercenary. While under a job as a merc, from a batarian nicknamed "crane", he was ordered to collect c-sec documents from their mainframe alongside a tech based accomplice. While he was able to come across the information his client desired, by diving deeper down, to during the time of his birth, he was able to find information about his original parents, and finding out there and then about their slaver roots and more importantly, who their main buyer was... Crane.

Disgusted at the knowledge the krogan left, and instead turned on his accomplice, and after a gruelling battle was able to knock him out but not before the accomplice used his tech based abilities to drive a long blade down through the krogans arm, completely severing it from his body. C-sec quickly arrived to the agonising screams of the krogan and was hospitalised, able to survive thanks to a heavy supply of blood, he was questioned day and night while awake by c-sec, as the krogan explaned his side of the story and who crane actually was, the c-sec proceeded to catch crane, but however were unsuccessful. OVer the coming year, themkrogan was fitted with a heavy, new mechanical arm, curtosy of c-sec for being able to atleast catch one of cranes goons and give them newfound knowledge on some unknown slave operations that have been proceeding along the citadel, stopping cranes operations for the time being.

For the time between then and now, Krem continued to improve his biotic abilities and his strength, and focused training his new augmented arm while working as a freelancer and continuing to do work as a bodyguard to earn his own living, he has had a few relationships and during his time became fascinated with human culture and clothing. However shortly before the events of the story, after acquiring new information from c-sec accomplices due to his service at c-sec, he learned about a band slavers currently on omega, rumored to be selling children picked off the streets, krem, angered, and hoping this would lead him to crane, went ahead to bring them down, dead or alive, but preferably dead.

(( sorry for poor grammar/spelling/sentence structure, on a crappy ipad atm ))

[Monster]

MIRA

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Mira Vadri

Species
Asari

Age
123

Gender
The Asari are a mono-gendered species, male and female have no real meaning to their species. However, they do take a motherly role in regards to their offspring, which has led to them being recognized as female.

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
Regarded highly for her skill as a diplomat, Ms. Vadri is an exceptional negotiator, always centered. Those who have been in her presence could, and would, reportedly mention how she seemed to stave off any anxiety with just a glance towards them, "It was like staring into the galaxy, without the distraction of anything but the many stars and sun. It was as if I was swallowed in eternity."

Only in extreme cases has anyone truly encountered her temper, as short lived as it is. Violence of any kind doesn't sit well with Mira, however, she is not opposed to using force when absolutely necessary. She is extremely determined, seemingly well put together, yet still cannot truly figure out a joke despite her many interactions with other species.

Mira is an Asari adept, her biotic powers focused on telekinetic fury, yet she is the calm eye of the storm. To those she is in contact with, she is a respectable young Asari, a little strange considering she is in the youngest stage of their life cycle. In the evenings, she takes to meditation to keep herself centered, a pastime that has been her saving grace while on Omega.

Sexuality
Bisexual

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Physical Appearance
Mira stands at a height of 5'8, a lithe figure with a paired weight of 118 pounds (173 CM | 54 KG). She has an omni-tattoo on her right arm, one of a butterfly, the first human animal she had learned about - instantly fell in love with the creature.

She has a purple tint to her skin, with piercing emerald eyes that melt their way into even the toughest of souls.

Clothing and Armour
Where she would normally in her diplomatic uniform, on Omega she has had to make certain adjustments to her uniform. She is now wearing form-fitting Asari commando gear, a foreign type of clothing that she has slowly adjusted to, leaving her always just a little out of character. Her face betrays no scars or other wear and tear that would normally accompany this type of attire, yet despite this, she has managed to ward off any who seek her harm with her unnatural state of calm on Omega.

Equipment
A pistol in the belt strap on her back, and her omni-tool.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Her time spent as a diplomat has given her some insight on others, how they move when they talk, the tone of their voice, all of the little quirks that would otherwise go unnoticed, she picks up on and capitalizes on.
As most of her race, she is a fast learner, and has a high aptitude for learning anything new.
Mira is an incredibly gifted biotic, earning her place as one of the Asari adepts.

BIOGRAPHY

Born on Thessia, the Asari homeworld and what is considered to be the beating heart of the galaxy, diplomacy ran through her blood from the moment she took her first breath. Taught through the wisdom of the Matriarchs, Mira was a student with a knack for charming all those around her, when she spoke, it seemed she entrapped them in a web of her thoughts, winding them tightly with her thread of assurance, making them all to happy to conform to her way of thinking. It had been a suggestion of one of the Matriarchs that she take leave of the peaceful Thessia, and go about the Galaxy to explore while still young and able to enjoy all the galaxy had to offer - Perhaps she could learn something of the other species while watching or conversing with them elsewhere.

As young as 46, she was sent with a few other promising Asari students; Diplomats, Commandos in training, as well as scientists. The vivid memory of the first blast from the ship, the last view of home, and the vastness of space swallowing her whole shall be burned into her mind forevermore, a beautiful sensation, to be one with the galaxy. During her travels from planet to planet, she encountered many different people and races, all seeking to better their lives or the lives of those they cared for. She soon became known for the help and guidance she gave to those she had encountered, leaving others to actively seek her out for some kind of help, which she would gladly offer.
It wasn't until many years later, all her time spent amassing knowledge on alien culture, even taking the liberty to return home to Thessia and witness the calm that was her homeworld. It was there that she was contacted by a anonymous Krogan - One who desperately needed her help. She was always quick to agree, but this time, she faltered. He was located on Omega. The one place in the galaxy that gave her more chills than the chilling stories the Asari mother's would sometimes let their children hear of those that came before, a world that seemed nothing more than a chaotic mass of organic life, existing only to drain the happiness out of those that lived within, trapped on the surface.
Though in the end she had agreed, the fact that her name was known in a place such as Omega gave her a frightful feeling. She had changed her apparel almost completely before entering the planets atmosphere, making sure that it wouldn't be easy to recognize her, even going as far as to create false identification cards for herself. As she headed to where the Krogan had told her to meet, some place near the docking bays, she couldn't rid that sickening feeling deep in her gut.
She should have listened to that feeling. The Krogan she had been sent to meet with had told her why he asked her to come, this time elaborating a little more on this Circle he planned to leave. Listening intently, Mira hadn't taken note of the small red dot focused directly on the poor man's neck, aimed right at the break in his armor plated skin and mercenary armor. Just as she moved to shake the Krogan's hand, after promising him that she would do anything she could for him, promising that he would make it out, the shot rang out and shrieked through the darkness that enveloped the docking bay. His dark blood splattered against her face and as he collapsed, all she could do was stand, frozen in shock. When she had finally snapped to attention, her eyes refocusing, she frantically scanned the area for the shooter before she called for help. The only answer that came was a hard blow to the back of her head, and the warm greeting of the abyss that embraced her in a blanket of black.
It was only a short time after that encounter that she had taken the first job, conning anyone she could out of their hard earned money, soon to become her hard earned money. Or, more specifically, the Circle's credits. The day that Krogan died, the day her face was painted in blood - That was the day she had been captured, from then on, she had a choice. Either join the Circle, or die in the room that the mercenaries had taken her to. Even though she had chosen to join the Circle, Mira no longer felt alive. Everything she had once truly fought for, had been perverted, she was now relying on the weakness of others to bolster her strength, using their desperation against them with promises of false hope. Just like the Krogan, it seemed their was no life she touched now, that went undamaged.

[Legion X51]

Marianna R'myr

Marianna R'myr

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Marianna R'myr, also known as the "Widowmaker".

Species
Asari

Age
252-253, born by Earth reckoning in 1938.

Gender
Mono-gendered.

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
Rational. Distant. Ruthless. A cold-blooded killer. All of these have been used to describe Marianna, and with good reason. A veteran of conflict both in national and mercenary conflicts, Marianna has seen it all, and usually through the scope of her sniper rifle. She has developed a hard shell around her, perhaps to protect her inner self from the violence and bloodshed that being a soldier in the galaxy today brings. It's part of the job, she tells herself constantly. It's part of the job that you see people dying every day, be they friendly, civilians or the enemy. It's part of the job to witness death and destruction and to see the fear in people's eyes as you pull the trigger and end them there and then.

Nobody said being a soldier was easy. But adapting to civilian life is even harder. Marianna rarely speaks, and is slow to trust those around her - she fears that growing attached to her comrades will only heighten the loss that she would feel if they died. Her manner of speech is short, curt and rational - if there are flaws in a plan, she will not hesitate to say so. She is not a malicious person, that being said - she doesn't go out of her way to be cruel to people, because to her, cruelty to others simply serves to inflate the inflictor's ego.

Sexuality
"Do I look like I give a damn..."

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Physical Appearance
Marianna is a tall, slim woman of about 194 cm, or 6' 4", and weighs about 195 pounds. Her frame is well-built though a touch on the slimmer side than one might expect from a person of her background. She has several scars on her body, particularly from knife cuts and gunshot wounds that she has sustained over the years working for various mercenary organisations. She has the typical Asari blue-hued skin, although her skin colour is lighter than some others. Her eye colour is a dark purple, with the same colour lip gloss being almost ever-present.

Clothing and Armour
Out of armour, Marianna can usually be seen wearing a white buttoned shirt usually with the top one or two buttons undone, and dark blue jeans, with black leather boots and a black leather zip-up jacket. However, these days, it's rare to see Marianna out of her personalised Colossus light armour. Coloured with dark red plating and black fibre armour, Marianna prefers to blend into the crowd or even better, into the shadows, partly as a way of ensuring that the denizens of Omega don't take a shotgun to her, and partly to avoid social interaction, which Marianna dislikes.

Armour:
Kassa Fabrication Colossus-classification Light Armour, with an integral Recon Hood to improve accuracy as well as spacial awareness.

Weaponry:
Twin combat knives, usually kept in scabbards on her thighs.

Dual Kassa Fabrication Razer pistols, unmodified.

Marianna's customised Rosenkov Volkov sniper rifle, named "Heart Hound". The Volkov's regular scope has been replaced by an infrared-using scope that highlights the positions of enemies in Marianna's heads-up display, as well as having the firing action extensively modified to use a much more powerful shot at the expense of having to re-chamber the gun after each shot, effectively turning the rifle into a 'one shot, one kill' type of rifle. This suits Marianna just fine.

Rosenkov Materials Kovalyov Assault Rifle, modified to use 3-round burst fire instead of fully-automatic. Also equipped with a basic scope for medium-range assault fire.

Serrice Council Savant Bio-Amp (a gift from her mother)

SKILLS & ABILITIES

A crack shot with her sniper rifle.
As an asari, possessing of biotics: notably Singularity and Barrier in her case.
Skilled in CQC and able to fight multiple (up to 4) enemies in close combat with knives.
Resilient to mental and physical fatigue or pressure, and possessive of a high pain threshold.
Able to speak several languages - Thessian, British English, Parisian French and conversational Russian (enough to get around). This is from a fair amount of time around humans and on Earth.

BIOGRAPHY

Early Life

Marianna R'myr was born on the planet of Thessia in the Earth year of 1938, to two Asari parents. Her parentage has drawn a lot of flak to her from other Asari, who consider her to have added nothing to the Asari gene-pool; it is this criticism that drives Marianna to push herself harder and further than is perhaps strictly necessary - she feels as if she must compensate for her parents' actions with her own strength and acumen for fighting. Marianna has always shown a cool-headed approach in the face of danger - most notably in her few jobs when she was working as a mercenary for hire between 2165 and 2169. Marianna is very tetchy about her parentage and dislikes talking about it. She had an aptitude for military matters early on in her life, and at the age of 80, following the Asari tradition, she joined the military for the mandatory 30 years, and developed her biotic powers. Marianna was documented as exhibiting "excellent marksmanship with a rifle at long-range, this can be exploited with dedicated sniper training". Early on, she was possessive of a rather fiery temper, but this was quickly quenched by her experiences in the military, and she grew to be a calm and rational soldier in the face of enemy fire, who was willing to put herself in danger for the sake of the mission. This was put to the test during the boarding of an illegal contraband-carrying ship known as the Troubadour. Her platoon of Asari boarders found themselves trapped within a carefully-designed kill zone - this platoon included several of her friends who she had known since her days in early training. The enemy opened fire with heavy weapons, killing or seriously injuring those Asari who weren't behind cover, including two of Marianna's friends. Enraged, Marianna ignored her Sergeant's orders, and stood up to fire her rifle at the gunners, dispatching them both with one shot each. With the death of the machine gunners, the other Asari troopers who had been pinned down behind whatever cover they could find gradually emerged and began to kill the rest of the pirates. Marianna thought it a rational action, despite her insubordination. Instead, her sergeant reported this to the commander of the company in charge of boarding the ship (which was found to have illegal contraband of weapons and ammunition bound for some pirate group, Marianna didn't ever listen who) and Marianna was placed in detention awaiting trial for insubordination and recklessness. Angered, Marianna defended herself admirably at the ensuing court-martial, but was still found guilty of insubordination and demoted. Seething at the perceived injustice that she had suffered (admittedly she *had* put the lives of others in danger with her recklessness, but what else would one do in the situation), Marianna resolved to leave the Asari military, and find something that was less stringent about the method in which she got the job done. Thusly, she became a mercenary.

Marianna's Mercenary Service

In 2165, Marianna, despondent that virtually nothing was ever coming to fruition, decided that there was nothing for it - she would have to become a mercenary. She had fought mercenaries before, and now she was forced to become one to support herself... the irony of the situation was not lost on Marianna. Her first job was with a volus merchant who needed protection from raiding parties in the Terminus Systems. Thinking nothing of the job, Marianna accepted. The situation went reasonably well for the first few journeys, but then, once again, it all came crashing down. The volus' ship was boarded by batarian slavers looking for potential slaves to sell on the market, and found the crew of the volus ship and its contents. Despite a fierce struggle that lasted almost three days, the batarians managed to kill or capture the crew, including Marianna, after a long struggle. Dragged onboard the slaver ship with the rest of the crew and stripped of her clothes and equipment, Marianna was due to be enslaved and she most likely would never see Thessia again. Or at least that was what would happen if she just let herself be enslaved.

It was the second galactic day that Marianna and the crew were aboard the slaver ship, and it was the allotted time for 1st meal (as the slavers called breakfast). Marianna, who was kept in solitary confinement due to her biotic power and danger to the crew, was kept apart from the rest of the enslaved crew members from the volus trading vessel. When the guard walked into Marianna's cell, he saw nothing. From the shadows, Marianna leapt out and gave the guard a quick blow to the back of the knee, before plunging a shiv she had made from a piece of scrap metal into the batarian's back, piercing the spine and the heart. The guard died without too much of a scuffle, luckily. Searching the body yielded results - a pistol. It wasn't much, but it was all Marianna needed. Stepping out into the hallway, Marianna heard a shout. Looking over to her right, where the voice came from, she saw another guard, evidently taken aback. She silenced him with two shots from the pistol she had taken, and he crumpled to the floor, gaping holes in his chest and his neck. There was now only a small 'checkpoint' that stood between Mari and potential freedom. Slipping over to a door that led into the room, containing a single guard, she hid behind it and silently opened the door. Noticing no attention, she rushed over behind the guard and locked her arm around the guard's neck, whilst at the same time driving her shiv through the batarian's chest. Interfacing with a terminal at the checkpoint, Marianna found a map of the ship. She and the rest of the slave holds were on the lowest floor - the 6th floor to be precise. She looked around for any alternative methods of ingress into the rest of the ship, and struck it lucky - there was a ventilation shaft that ran through the checkpoint. Carefully removing the grating, Marianna climbed up into the ventilation shaft, and replaced the grating. Checking her omni-tool constantly, Marianna, after a couple of hours crawling through a long, narrow, sometimes hot, sometimes cold metal tunnel, reached the 4th floor - crew compartments. The ventilation shaft ended abruptly, with the only method of exit being a long drop into a water cistern. Removing the grating that was her potential exit to freedom, Marianna took a deep breath and dived into the water cistern. It was colder than it looked - it almost took her breath away, which would have been fatal in a cistern this size; if she'd lost control of her breathing, she would've certainly drowned. Keeping calm and in focus, Marianna surfaced quickly, and headed over towards a hatch in the side of the cistern. Twisting it open, she found herself in long, narrow tunnels filled with water. She took a deep breath and swam down the tunnel, relieved to see that there were small 'air pockets' for one to breathe in. At the end of the tunnel, Marianna saw a valve, above which it said something along the lines of 'EMERGENCY RELEASE VALVE'. Shrugging, Marianna turned the valve, and the water began to drain away. Instantly, a ship-wide alarm was sounded, and the ship's VI alerted the crew members. Cursing, Marianna crawled back along the tunnel and climbed up a ladder that was built into the side of the cistern to a door. This door led to another ladder, heading up towards the bridge deck. Whilst the crew were occupied with the cistern flooding, Marianna could exact vengeance on the bastard who'd masterminded the attack... Climbing up the ladder, Marianna reached the small hatch that opened into the bridge area. From it, she could see the captain frantically giving orders. He noticed the hatch open, and frowned. Quickly, Marianna climbed partway down the ladder to avoid being seen by the guard who was sent to examine the hatch. When he reported all clear (erroneously), Marianna realised this was her chance. She climbed back up the ladder and took out her shiv. Rushing towards the captain, she saw him turn around... and it was too late for her to do anything about the pistol which appeared from thin air. The captain fired two shots, hitting Marianna in the thigh and in the arm. Gritting her teeth, Marianna leapt onto the captain, who was about to fire again, but his reaction time was too late, and she knocked him to the ground, and his pistol out of his hand. She then plunged the shiv into the captain's chest. Forcing herself to her feet fuelled by pure adrenaline, Marianna ripped open a medi-gel pack with her teeth and pressed the pack onto her arm injury - her leg would have to wait for medi-gel another time. However, the captain was now dead and the chance was there to escape. She thought about attempting to release the others from their cells, but, after hearing some guards running back to investigate what was going on, she decided against it. Stumbling over to a nearby escape pod, she slammed her fist on the release catch, and the pod shot out of its holder.

Marianna was free. She had nothing to her name, wasn't exactly uninjured, but she was free, and the pod had sent out a distress signal. For two days, Marianna's pod drifted through space, before a passing merchantman noticed the signal. Docking with the pod, the merchant trader took Marianna onboard their ship, which was bound for Thessia. Home at last, it seemed.

Service within R'myr Security Corporation and the Sunfury Group

On arrival at Thessia, Marianna was contacted by an old friend of hers, and an agent within R'myr Security Corporation, a company that was officially run by Matriarch Lynessa R'myr (Marianna's mother) as a simple 'security for hire' organisation that was often hired out to protect VIPs and other important clients. This friend of hers was one Karmana T'salya, and their history went right back before even the boarding of the Troubadour and the pirate gang who had opened fire on the Asari company. Karmana had been one of the two friends Marianna had seen go down under fire, and Marianna originally thought Karmana to have been killed - though in fairness, Marianna hadn't stuck around in the military to find out what happened to them afterwards, leaving as she had done for the mercenary life. Marianna does not speak about the dressing-down she received from her mother upon their reunion, but what she does say is that she was offered a stable, secure job in RSC - something that Marianna could hardly turn down, given her previous experience with finding military work. Her first couple of years at RSC were quiet ones, largely collecting intelligence on events that had taken place around the galaxy. This included a mercenary group known as the Sunfury Group, whom Marianna was to infiltrate and contact RSC on their movements throughout the galaxy. Unfortunately, Marianna also tagged along in several of their escapades, and grew somewhat attached to them, and as a result was devastated when the Sunfury Group was torn apart in an abortive raid on one Athalberd Deneys' hideout on Omega Station, an ambush that Marianna, due to her position as a sniper, survived. She blamed herself for not being able to warn the assault team in time, and the deaths of her comrades weighed heavily on an already-strained consciousness...

Post Sunfury

After the break-up of the Sunfury Group, Marianna was once again thrust into a world of uncertainty and doubt. It seemed that almost everything that she'd worked with or worked for was crumbling to dust around her, and there was nothing she could do to halt it. Distraught and convinced she'd simply drift from one low-paid job to the next, Marianna thought it was perhaps time to settle down on a planet somewhere in the Republics - Illium, she reckoned, was the best bet - and maybe try and put her life as an intelligence operative-stroke-trained killer behind her and try and get on with life, as Karmi had done after she left RSC. Maybe it was time to stop gallivanting around the galaxy as if she had no cares in the world and try and build herself a future. Get a job. Get a roof over her head, try and get somewhere for a change.

Like hell was she going to catch a break.

Whilst Mari was on Illium, trying to put the pieces of her life back together, she was contacted by her mother once again. Initially, Marianna didn't want anything to do with her, especially after the break-up of the Sunfury Group, which Marianna blamed on herself and her mother's demands for Mari to spy on the people she called comrades-in-arms. To Marianna, her mother was the reason that she was in such a low point in her life, and she wasn't about to let her mother drag her back into the business of killing people for a living. She'd killed too many, ended too many lives with the pull of a trigger, been happy enough to kill without remorse for far too long. And yet, it was still her mother... Marianna finally brought herself to read the message after a couple of days' deliberating. She was unemployed. What harm could it do...

Mail from Lynessa to Marianna

Marianna,
I understand you're on Illium currently. I hope you are well, and I want to talk to you. I don't want to talk to you as a businessperson, or as an employer, I want to talk candidly and I want to talk to you as something I have probably never been to you - as a parent. For too long now, I feel our relationship has deteriorated. And it has, it has to such an extent where we no longer trust each other, and that state of affairs can't go on. I want to talk to you as a loving mother should, not as anything else. I owe it to you after what I did to you when you were with the Sunfury Group - I probably owe it to you after you have had to put up with decades of inattention. I admit, I was not a good mother. I didn't love you or care for you in the manner that you needed when you were going through tough times. I gave you a job, and I thought that was all you needed, because you didn't need my support. I can see how wrong I was, Mari. I can see that you really did need help, and I can see that you need my help more than anything right now.

I make no excuses for my actions in the past, Marianna. There are no excuses, I have failed you as a parent. I want to repair what damage I can, and I want to help you.

Come home, Marianna. Please.

Your mother,
Lynessa

Marianna looked at the message long and hard. There were doubts in her mind... did Lynessa really mean this, or was it just something to get Marianna back into RSC? There was only one way to find out. She accessed her bank accounts to find that her mother had transferred her enough money to get to Thessia - there would be no going back if she went. Mari packed her bags, went to the local spaceport and boarded a passenger service direct to the homeworld.

The reunion with her mother was the first positive thing that happened to Marianna in a very long time. She felt as if she actually mattered to at least someone, even if that person and Mari had been at each other's throats not a few months before. She felt as if she was needed for the first time in a very long time, that she wasn't just some cog in a machine that would turn with or without her. However, Lynessa was not about to let Marianna slip away from her previous job as an operative at RSC. She told Marianna about a certain Circle of Absolution, a high-level and powerful crime syndicate led by a man named Ticus Rakaelum, and offered to support Marianna's entry into the Circle by arranging transit to Omega Station. Marianna accepted the offer, and arrived at Omega shortly afterwards. Surely this time, she'd be able to be part of an organisation that didn't implode...

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Sir Geoffrey

GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Sire Geoffrey Neville Cockburn, Knight of the Realm in the service of His Lordship, King Henry VI Lancaster. Noble of the great house Cockburn, and defender of the Catholic faith.

Species
In actuality, he is Krogan, however he believes himself to be Human.

Age
354, though in his mind he is an aging man of 40, on the cusp of retiring from active duty.

Gender
Male

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
Sir Geoffrey is a very odd individual for a Krogan, one that has given him all too many curious looks on his long journey since being released. In his mind, he was raised as a young noble, and thusly acts according to the chivalrous code and the ways in which a knight must conduct himself. At all times he is kind and courteous to others, giving them respect until the point at which his respect is no longer warranted. Beyond his attitude, he truly believes in the image cast about him, deluded into thinking he is a human in the service of the King of England nearly seven hundred years ago. Needless to say, he is often looked upon as mentally unstable, and especially so because of his adamant belief.

Sexuality
As he believes himself to be a christian in good faith, he is heterosexual. To suggest otherwise may anger him.

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Physical Appearance
Despite what he would have you believe, Geoffrey is a prime example of a Krogan in his middling years. At nearly eight feet in height and almost 175 kilos, he cuts an imposing image and is capable of exerting great strength with little effort. His emerald green eyes seem always alert, seeking out the eyes of those he speaks to and remaining attentive.

Clothing and Armour
His typical armor is a custom made suit of plate armor built for him by the London Institute for Traditional Craftsmanship. Though on the exterior it appears to be a modified suit of plate, it is layered with ceramic armor strands and temperature filtering layers. This allows his armor to function as equivalent to the most basic heavy armor available on the open market. Beyond this, he has in his possession a tailored suit for wear outside combat.

Equipment
His main weapon is that of a modified morning-star with an emitter that produces an electrical field upon impacting a solid object with enough force. Upon activating, the electrical field snaps outward, producing a wave of force that tears asunder exposed flesh in a radius and may be able to buckle armor it impacts. His left-hand weapon is not a weapon, but a tower shield built for him by the LITC, one with a discreet shield emitter within that polarizes the surface of the shield. Though by no means equivalent in strength to even the most basic of personal shields, the important part of this is that it protects him far more than the shield would normally, and allows him the air of belief that it is not advanced technology behind it.

Though he is seldom to use it, he has acquired a standard issue rifle from the Systems Alliance. The basic operations of the rifle fail him at times, and it is often which he wonders why it is the thing works the way it does. Nevertheless, he will use it in practicality to remove threats at range.

SKILLS & ABILITIES

As his neuro-indoctrination has created him to believe, Geoffrey is a capable fighter in close combat, even without factoring in his size and Krogan strength. Both his morning-star and shield are used as if extensions of his body, and his ability to move within his armor as if it was nothing make him a deadly force in swinging range.

Beyond his martial capability, Geoffrey is the image of a gentleman, taking upon himself the Knight's code of honour and conduct. This he does in the belief that it is only the proper thing to do.

BIOGRAPHY

Early in 2180 discussions were made within the Systems Alliance over the viability of a program to train fresh soldiers through psycho-indoctrination and neural-linked learning. The theory was that a person could learn volumes of tactics and training in a thousandth the time it would normally take, via direct uploading of the information to the cortex. Despite favourable sentiment towards the idea, the leadership was unwilling to initiate human testing without full understanding of the process. So it was that an inquiry was sent to the scientific database to find other species to test the method on, and find one suitable for the process. As the inquiry went on, many of the citadel races were found unsuitable, due to limiting factors from high frequency of biotics to political tension between the SA and the particular government.

In the end, a choice was given between a Krogan subject, or abandoning the project all together. Not wanting to give up on the project, an offer was made to some of the outlying clans and to their surprise an individual accepted the offer. Granted, the offer was veiled as one that promised many things that were not even part of the original proposal, but regardless, they had their subject. Due to their unique biology, changes had to be made for testing on the Krogan, such as the need for anesthetics and many chemical balancers for the neuro-treatment. With preparations complete, and the Krogan on the table, the test began with him remaining awake.

As part of the experiment, the entirety of human history and early battle tactics had been selected to be uploaded, so as to see how well the process took to the subject. In the beginning, it went well, the subject responding positively to the psycho-conditioning and taking in the information at an acceptable rate. However, as the process entered into the half-way point, a fault occurred in database, creating a surge which fried the connectors to the subject's body. For a full thirty seconds, the subject writhed upon the table as his mind and body were fried in the surge of electrical energy from the damaged connectors.

Despite hastily removing the connectors and shutting down the test, the damage had been done, and the subject had suffered severe brain damage from the fault. All the scientists could do at this point was to induce the subject into a coma and treat what they could of his wounds, attempting to discover exactly what lead to the fault and what damage had truly been done. For six weeks the Krogan lay in a deep coma while he was worked upon, his vitals stabilizing as they discovered the extent of the damage. When it came time to awaken the subject, the scientists expected to be greeted by a vegetable, a once proud Krogan reduced to barely being capable of speaking.

To their astonishment and horror, they found that the test was both a success and a terrible failure. The Krogan had awoken in a strange time and on a world unfamiliar to him, though it was more so for the process which taught him human history had done so from a point of view of specific individuals through time. When the fault had developed, he had been witnessing the height of the Hundred Years War, as a knight in the service of King Henry VI Lancaster. This development confused the scientists almost as much as the Krogan himself, both parties equally bewildered by the event. With some very careful questioning, they discovered the subject to be believing himself to be one Sir Geoffrey Neville Cockburn, supposedly knighted by King Henry in 1440 and serving in the war against the French in the defense of Normandie.

Unsurprisingly, when parliament heard of the results, the test was shut down for good, no commander wishing the risk of troops believing themselves to be seven hundred years in the past. Geoffrey's fate, however, remained undecided. On one hand, he was deemed incapable of functioning in society due to his fervent beliefs in being a man in 1444, a rightful belief reinforced by his steadfast refusal to see the truth of the matter. On the other hand he was still a Krogan, and frighteningly capable of medieval combat tactics, a skill which could see him of great use even despite his instability.

In the end it became too expensive to continue to hold Sir Geoffrey, and so the scientist team was forced to release him into neutral space. What followed was a long spiral in which he found himself lost and confused where ever he went, struggling to come to terms with the amazing feats which came up at every turn. He found it difficult to maintain a living, swiftly becoming a vagrant and taking whatever he could to feed himself while maintaining the appearance of a good christian in service of his king. In time he found himself on Omega, working for a local fight organizer, believing it to be a tourney against fellow knights. Here he has lived and served since his arrival, and is where he was found by Ticus, and earned his eye...