Name: Cil'Nos nar Shellen (prefers Cil)
Species: Quarian
Gender: Male
Age: 26
Physical Description: Cil'Nos, being Quarian, is short and thin, making it hard for him to really intimidate anyone without his Scimitar on him. Luckily for him, intimidation and being up close and personal isn't really his style. His envirosuit is slightly battered and shoddier looking compared to what a more respectable quarian would wear, but it functions perfectly well. The armor on the suit is similarly functional and ornamental, with flowing patterns painted on it.
Psychological Profile: In combat, Cil fulfills a more supportive role than aggressive. He usually provides covering fire, helps pick shots at enemies but more importantly, uses his tech abilities in an attempt to cripple the opposing forces. He isn't afraid of wasting time to crack a joke or tell a story during a job, in fact the rush of combat urges him to talk away his nervous energy. Cil'Nos doesn't shy away from killing, but he doesn't enjoy it either. If something is in his way, then he will take care of it; he'd just prefer that something to be a mech.
Even when not working, Cil is always seen doing something. It's as if he needs to keep moving to live, whether it's exercising, upgrading his drone, making useless trinkets or just walking around Omega. Cil fancies himself as a storyteller, though most of his tales are of the tall variety, and it's best to take them with a pinch of salt. He's the kind of Quarian who gives other Quarians a bad name. He grew up living as a pickpocket and a thief, and still likes spending his time conning naïve travelers. Cil'Nos takes a purposefully isolated stance in issues concerning the Flotilla and the Quarians' place in the galaxy at large. What the Migrant Fleet does with itself doesn't concern Cil; Omega is his home now, and he has difficulty seeing past anything in the Terminus Systems.
Class: Engineer
Skills: Combat Drone
Cryo Blast
AI Hacking
Equipment: M-27 Scimitar, M-3 Predator
History: Cil'Nos was born on the Shellen liveship to two cold and militaristic parents. Perhaps it was their distant attitude that led Cil to the lifestyle he chose, though many of his peers said that he was born to lie and steal. Even as a child he loved to 'borrow' things. On one occasion he stole his mother's prize rifle and traded it for suit upgrades. As he grew older, he discovered that he had a knack for hacking and breaking into restricted areas. In an attempt to correct Cil's behavior, his parents began teaching him and taking him to combat lessons, hoping that discipline would organize him like it did them. This only made matters worse.
Cil's crimes escalated both in number and severity. Petty thievery became breaking and entering, and anyone who tried to set him on a nobler path would be either conned or on the receiving end of a zap from his drone. Eventually, enough was enough, and the captain of the Shellen had to take action. Since exile was reserved for those who committed murder or sabotaged the fleet in some way, they simply sent Cil'Nos on an 'early Pilgrimage'. They dropped him off on the nearest populated planet and told him not to return unless he had something useful to contribute to the Fleet, to which Cil responded predictably with vulgarity.
It wasn't long before he stole his way onto a ship headed for Omega, a planet that seemed to call to him with its legendary lawlessness. He spent most of his adult life there, a the while learning the real meaning of crime. Cil's time on Omega hardened him, but he managed to stay afloat and alive. More recently, he made the happy mistake of stealing an illegal weapons shipment heading to the Blue Suns, making away with the guns by hacking the small group's mechs to turn against them and taking out few left himself. After the incident, a courier of Aria's contacted him about joining a group called The Regulators. With decent work and good pay, how could he refuse?