Name: Sicari “Icarus” Velinian
Age: 28
Species: Turian
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at 5’10”(1.778m) and weighing in at 160lbs.(72.6kg) Sicari is just a little under the average height for the Turian race. She’s a bareface with cold, ice blue eyes and a curvy figure, rivalling the attractiveness of a moderately arresting Asari. She has approximately thirteen scars on her body in various places, and has a pale green carapace with a slight bluish hue.
Occupation: Information Broker, ex-Blue Suns operative
Class: Infiltrator
Powers: Tactical Cloak, Sabotage, Overload, Decoy, Incinerate, Cryo Blast
Weapons: M-11 Suppressor, M-22 Eviscerator
Armor: Light Onyx Armor
Apparel: Charcoal-colored, form-hugging outfit, loose near the hips and underarms to conceal small arms and packages.
Equipment: Chameleon Omni-Tool, Prototype Venom Gauntlets
Personality: Very quiet with a soft spot for a good bottle of alcohol. Sicari’s made more than one sloppy mistake due to either a hangover or a fit of drunkenness, though it is a rare occurrence. She does, however, have amazing attention to detail and spares no expense to cover each and every one of her tracks. She has an adept understanding of psychologies from various races, excluding Elcor and Human, as she, like most Turians, has difficulty reading the expressions, or lack thereof, of these two races. She also has a weakness for a select few drugs, such has Free Will (In reference to Leodiensian’s Davo’Sallar) and cocaine, though often buys and disposes of very dangerous substances, such as heroin and meth, to help fulfill a dealer’s quota. She’s also a decent cook… if you’re dextro-based, that is.
Biography: Born and raised to a militaristic Asari mother and an enigma of a father in the middle of an FTL jump in the Attican Tranverse, Sicari Velinian was forced to fend for herself from an early age. She constantly moved with her mother’s fleet, being taught and trained among the Asari and the many other children in the flotilla. She was very much alone, since she didn’t even have a quarter of the lifespan of an Asari, and had to have private mentors for an accelerated education. Thus, she was doing algebra by age ten, basic trigonometry at age thirteen, and learning physics since she could first speak. She came out a smart girl, and an even smarter adversary.
Fast-forward to age sixteen, Sicari’s mother was pronounced MIA after a botched mission on Virmire, and KIA after the bodies from the squadron were recovered, the mother’s corpse among them. Sicari promptly made the decision to avenge the only family she had and left the fleet after they stopped at the Citadel, burning all her bridges in the process. She booked passage to Omega on a small transport owned by the Blue Suns, and made friends with one of the officers on the ship. She was offered a job as a drug distributor and readily accepted, leading to her cocaine addiction in the later years. She moved through the ranks quickly, proving herself as an asset time and time again, and was on good terms with much of the gang, though still alienated by many of Omega’s Turians.
At 25, Sicari earned her nickname in a border dispute with the Eclipse, where she was kicked off the balcony of a high-end apartment and landed on top of a passing Krogan, who decidedly shrugged off the Turian that was just forcibly evicted by a biotic blast from three stories up, and carried her to the nearest medi-gel dispenser. She spent several days unconscious, and around thirty seconds dead, in Mordin Solus’ clinic, where one of the human physicians referred to her as “Icarus” until she woke, and then had to explain who Icarus was. Sicari liked the story behind the name, and decided to keep it as an alias. Upon her full recovery, she left the Blue Suns, but is still under their protection, for a fee. Given their history, it’s at least a reduced fee, 40% off the usual amount.
Soon enough, Sicari fell back into her old habits and started crawling around in vents, listening in to conversations and writing down what she hears. Like any information broker, she remains hidden with several operatives distributing the secrets and collecting payment. If payment isn’t received, it’s taken. It’s a cut and dry business, and Icarus prefers to remain out of the limelight. “Let the Shadow Broker have the enemies,” She’d tell a loyal client, “I’m content as long as I’m breathing and getting paid.” She’s recently relocated to the Citadel’s Zakera Ward to find a newer clientele and up the ante, as law enforcement ranges from zero to nil on Omega, and she likes a challenge.
Age: 28
Species: Turian
Gender: Female
Appearance: Standing at 5’10”(1.778m) and weighing in at 160lbs.(72.6kg) Sicari is just a little under the average height for the Turian race. She’s a bareface with cold, ice blue eyes and a curvy figure, rivalling the attractiveness of a moderately arresting Asari. She has approximately thirteen scars on her body in various places, and has a pale green carapace with a slight bluish hue.
Occupation: Information Broker, ex-Blue Suns operative
Class: Infiltrator
Powers: Tactical Cloak, Sabotage, Overload, Decoy, Incinerate, Cryo Blast
Weapons: M-11 Suppressor, M-22 Eviscerator
Armor: Light Onyx Armor
Apparel: Charcoal-colored, form-hugging outfit, loose near the hips and underarms to conceal small arms and packages.
Equipment: Chameleon Omni-Tool, Prototype Venom Gauntlets
Personality: Very quiet with a soft spot for a good bottle of alcohol. Sicari’s made more than one sloppy mistake due to either a hangover or a fit of drunkenness, though it is a rare occurrence. She does, however, have amazing attention to detail and spares no expense to cover each and every one of her tracks. She has an adept understanding of psychologies from various races, excluding Elcor and Human, as she, like most Turians, has difficulty reading the expressions, or lack thereof, of these two races. She also has a weakness for a select few drugs, such has Free Will (In reference to Leodiensian’s Davo’Sallar) and cocaine, though often buys and disposes of very dangerous substances, such as heroin and meth, to help fulfill a dealer’s quota. She’s also a decent cook… if you’re dextro-based, that is.
Biography: Born and raised to a militaristic Asari mother and an enigma of a father in the middle of an FTL jump in the Attican Tranverse, Sicari Velinian was forced to fend for herself from an early age. She constantly moved with her mother’s fleet, being taught and trained among the Asari and the many other children in the flotilla. She was very much alone, since she didn’t even have a quarter of the lifespan of an Asari, and had to have private mentors for an accelerated education. Thus, she was doing algebra by age ten, basic trigonometry at age thirteen, and learning physics since she could first speak. She came out a smart girl, and an even smarter adversary.
Fast-forward to age sixteen, Sicari’s mother was pronounced MIA after a botched mission on Virmire, and KIA after the bodies from the squadron were recovered, the mother’s corpse among them. Sicari promptly made the decision to avenge the only family she had and left the fleet after they stopped at the Citadel, burning all her bridges in the process. She booked passage to Omega on a small transport owned by the Blue Suns, and made friends with one of the officers on the ship. She was offered a job as a drug distributor and readily accepted, leading to her cocaine addiction in the later years. She moved through the ranks quickly, proving herself as an asset time and time again, and was on good terms with much of the gang, though still alienated by many of Omega’s Turians.
At 25, Sicari earned her nickname in a border dispute with the Eclipse, where she was kicked off the balcony of a high-end apartment and landed on top of a passing Krogan, who decidedly shrugged off the Turian that was just forcibly evicted by a biotic blast from three stories up, and carried her to the nearest medi-gel dispenser. She spent several days unconscious, and around thirty seconds dead, in Mordin Solus’ clinic, where one of the human physicians referred to her as “Icarus” until she woke, and then had to explain who Icarus was. Sicari liked the story behind the name, and decided to keep it as an alias. Upon her full recovery, she left the Blue Suns, but is still under their protection, for a fee. Given their history, it’s at least a reduced fee, 40% off the usual amount.
Soon enough, Sicari fell back into her old habits and started crawling around in vents, listening in to conversations and writing down what she hears. Like any information broker, she remains hidden with several operatives distributing the secrets and collecting payment. If payment isn’t received, it’s taken. It’s a cut and dry business, and Icarus prefers to remain out of the limelight. “Let the Shadow Broker have the enemies,” She’d tell a loyal client, “I’m content as long as I’m breathing and getting paid.” She’s recently relocated to the Citadel’s Zakera Ward to find a newer clientele and up the ante, as law enforcement ranges from zero to nil on Omega, and she likes a challenge.
