(Tell me if a gunship is too much, I don't mind removing it.)
Name: Simbel
Age: 23
Species: Quarian
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Under the suit can be considered a particularly attractive Quarian, but a careful eye would see some discreet scars from a previous plastic surgery operation made to hide the scars of a particularly bad exposure to a virus that had left Simbel's skin particularly disfigured. Still, he enjoys a somewhat more feminine (although he'd call it a more turian) form with a good posture, the of his suit and synthetic arm showing he places care in his appearance.
Occupation: Freelance Gunship Pilot & Synthetic Disposal Expert
Class: Engineer
Powers:
-Sabotage (Hack)
-Overload
-Marksman
-Incinerate
-Energy Drain
-Overclock Shield
Weapons:
-M-3 Predator
-Blood Pack Punisher
Armor:
Modified Custom Devlon armor, boosted shield capacity.
Apparel:
Atypical Quarian exo-suit, non fleet made, considered much more fashionable and personally customized than anything Quarians usually wear, within or outside of the fleet, despite mostly been clean cut and light on details. It is notable that the armor IS the suit and one goes with the other.
Equipment:
-Omnitool (Contains multiple illegal hacking software and a modified VI modeled after Turian Porn Actress Augusta Cali)
-Synthetic Arm of an unknown manufacturer.
-Physical Tools.
-A shitload of omnigel.
-A Turian Gunship.
Personality:
Cocky and elitist, he likes to savor the better things in life with the better people (Read: More attractive) in it, thus easily spending his pay, despite it being considerably superior to even most leaders of mercenary outfits since he's one of the only person with a gunship, the ability to pilot it and the will to use it for less legal purposes out there. His personality is quite centered on his rejection of Quarian values and ideals, thus making him somewhat of a selfish asshole that only stops to care about others if they have something he wants out of them, either a contract or a night with them. At least that's with Aliens. With Quarians? He has a personal grudge, enjoying seeing pilgrims struggle with their task and exploit them for his own fun and benefits, using their naive belief that Quarians all look out for each other to reach his ends.
Biography:
He doesn't like to talk about his younger days, not as much because he found it painful, but because even he realize that it makes him sound like an edgy asshole that seeks petty revenge. See, he was simply smaller and shyer than the others and constantly got teased and bullied during his childhood. Time in the flotilla didn't make things better as his bitterness made him sabotage his own attempt at romance and friendship with others, people rejecting him even further when he had the audacity to question the 'Us or them' stance of Quarians on the geth, causing him to somewhat admire a robotic race where there were no individuals, where there weren't rejected people like him, although he was quick to shut up and let these thoughts and his distaste of his own people fester in silence.
When the pilgrimage arrived, he and 3 other of his kind went to Illium and stuck together for a time, figuring out a plan. The group however was quick to turn to one of Simbel's old class bully for leadership, the two girls with him ignoring him completely to look up to the other man of the group, who himself ordered Simbel around like trash. One of the girls became a couple with said guy and naively, Simbel thought he had a chance with the other girl, only to see her romance a Turian. Disgusted by his own naivete and the situation, he decided in bitter revenge to trick them. 'All Quarians look the same in these suits' was something he used to get enormous loans in the name of the 3 others of his group and as the heat of both legal and illegal borrowings got to him, he threw his 'friends' under the bus, leaving Illium for Omega while laughing at their desperate call for help on his omnitool.
With the money he bought his first gunship. His father was a pilot and had showed him the ropes, since after all he didn't spend his youth socializing, so he knew the basics. It was enough, as after all he had a motherfucking gunship at his command, which immediately made him a freelancer extremely in demand from bigger and smaller organizations needing the firepower at extreme cost, since he was smart enough to join another pilot which suggested they control the prices of their services as not to undercut each other and thus make a lot of profit. It all worked extremely well for him actually, he reworked a new personality to show people who knew nothing about him and changed completely, going from shy to exuberant and confident. Still, his status was quite fragile and one day, his luck ran out. Quite simply, he was shot down in a gang war he was taking part in. This left him almost dying of exposure and bleeding out from having lost an arm.
That was when in a stroke of luck, a lone Quarian saved him. She was young and had just started her pilgrimage and naively saved him, healing him with what little supplies she had and as they crawled in the dirt of Omega, he narrowly survived the multiple infections he had been afflicted with. Still, there was the problem that his bread and butter was gone, he had no gunship. He had to fall back on his backup knowledge of electronics and that of his new lady friend to survive. She was looking up to him, he knew his way around and from his story (In which of course he omitted to mention his backstab of his colleagues), he knew how to get things done and without a doubt, how to get a worthy gift for the flotilla. Simbel of course thanked his luck to send him such a dumb but capable idiot for him to use and began to scheme pretty much like he did before with the others, taking loan and doing crimes, pissing off people and shifting the blame on her.
It didn't go as planned on the emotional side however as Simbel found her female friend slowly fall in love with him. When she confessed, Simbel was taken by surprise. He had relations with others of course on Omega, but all with aliens and flings, this was... new. He found himself wanting to love her back, but the deed was done, his new girlfriend was fucked 10 times over by bad people who'd follow her across the galaxy to get their due and she didn't know he was the responsible. Could he run away with her? No, people would realize he was involved and chase him too, and she was still very eager to return to the flotilla, and that would lead to people asking very embarrassing questions as to the faith of the 3 others with him. Ultimately, he played the game to the end.
He left her without a word, knowing she'd die for reasons unknown to her, for him to gather money to start back his life style. As he left for council space for a new contract on the citadel he did his best to convince himself that she meant nothing and that his hate was still burning.
