baskets

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

<Snipped quote by baskets>

Accepted! Please post it to the character section

@Heat

awesome! should I get started on an IC post?

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Ashei Naja Rodriguez

Age - 31
Species - Human
Gender - Female

Appearance - Measuring in at 6’2 and a strong 190 pounds, Ashei is probably one of the more intimidating human women around, not that that means much in a galaxy with krogan in it. Scars litter her body, though no feature brings more attention to itself than Ashei’s tattoos on her arms. Covering every possible patch of skin, Ashei’s left arm has a bright, red and green floral pattern starting from her neckline to her wrist. Her entire right arm is tattooed in a black and white zig zag pattern, meeting the floral pattern at her neckline and running down to her right wrist.

Occupation - Assassin
Class - Infiltrator
Powers - Disruptor Ammo, Tactical Cloak, Sabotage, Energy Drain, Defense Matrix
Weapons - M-97 Viper, M-9 Tempest

Armor/Apparel -

Elkoss Gladiator Armor

Equipment - A custom omnitool, a small backup rangefinder, and a small bit of explosives, just in case.

Personality - Ashei’s grown to use the minimum amount of words she can to get her point across in her time as an assassin. Not to say she doesn’t value a strong personal relationship or communication with others; Ashei has her fair share of people she feels safe around enough to call friends. But she doesn’t feel pressed to communicate when it’s unnecessary.

Her priorities are simple: kill anyone that wants to kill her and get paid. After that, anything goes. Ashei tends not to get involved in things or with people that don’t matter to her once she’s been paid and all threats are dead.

Bio - Born on Earth in Toronto, Canada, Ashei’s father was a marine with the Alliance while her mother ran a small restaurant in the lower-income area of the city. Her father was killed during the Relay 314 incident, leaving just Ashei and her mother to fend for themselves. As she got older, Ashei began to experiment with drugs, she joined a gang, and she was having run-ins with local law enforcement more and more often.

When Ashei was 17, her mother decided that she wasn’t going to provide for her daughter if Ashei wasn’t going to do anything with her life. Ashei was kicked out and left to fend for herself on the streets. She made it for a few years doing petty crime there, but at 19 she got her big break: a local crime boss needed some people that knew how to use a gun to be on a shipment to Omega. Fortunately, Ashei fit the bill. They handed her an assault rifle and she landed her first job on a smuggling ship.

It didn’t take long for people to start noticing she was a better shot than any of the other street kids running around on that ship. She was constantly firing in tighter pockets than even some of the most experienced shooters on board, and once they gave her a real sniper rifle they realized the kind of talent she had. Rumor has it that her grouping was so tight, she once cleanly fit ten rounds through the same bullet hole.

Naturally, talk of her aim got Ashei in contact with a number of different organizations. After carefully considering her options, she realized that her aim didn’t matter if she didn’t have the training to survive. She joined a faction of the Eclipse operating out of Illium, where her talents had much more real world application than on Omega. She quickly developed a reputation as one of the best assassins in the business, and by the time she was 27 she abandoned the Eclipse and began working freelance.

Her reputation only grew, and by the time she turned 30 Ashei was a go-to name for assassination work around the galaxy, and she had expanded her skillset to include not only pinpoint accuracy with a rifle, but extreme lethality in hand to hand combat and exemplary skill in stealth.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Ashei Naja Rodriguez

Age - 31
Species - Human
Gender - Female

Appearance - Measuring in at 6’2 and a strong 190 pounds, Ashei is probably one of the more intimidating human women around, not that that means much in a galaxy with krogan in it. Scars litter her body, though no feature brings more attention to itself than Ashei’s tattoos on her arms. Covering every possible patch of skin, Ashei’s left arm has a bright, red and green floral pattern starting from her neckline to her wrist. Her entire right arm is tattooed in a black and white zig zag pattern, meeting the floral pattern at her neckline and running down to her right wrist.

Occupation - Assassin
Class - Infiltrator
Powers - Disruptor Ammo, Tactical Cloak, Sabotage, Energy Drain, Defense Matrix
Weapons - M-97 Viper, M-9 Tempest

Armor/Apparel -

Elkoss Gladiator Armor

Equipment - A custom omnitool, a small backup rangefinder, and a small bit of explosives, just in case.

Personality - Ashei’s grown to use the minimum amount of words she can to get her point across in her time as an assassin. Not to say she doesn’t value a strong personal relationship or communication with others; Ashei has her fair share of people she feels safe around enough to call friends. But she doesn’t feel pressed to communicate when it’s unnecessary.

Her priorities are simple: kill anyone that wants to kill her and get paid. After that, anything goes. Ashei tends not to get involved in things or with people that don’t matter to her once she’s been paid and all threats are dead.

Bio - Born on Earth in Toronto, Canada, Ashei’s father was a marine with the Alliance while her mother ran a small restaurant in the lower-income area of the city. Her father was killed during the Relay 314 incident, leaving just Ashei and her mother to fend for themselves. As she got older, Ashei began to experiment with drugs, she joined a gang, and she was having run-ins with local law enforcement more and more often.

When Ashei was 17, her mother decided that she wasn’t going to provide for her daughter if Ashei wasn’t going to do anything with her life. Ashei was kicked out and left to fend for herself on the streets. She made it for a few years doing petty crime there, but at 19 she got her big break: a local crime boss needed some people that knew how to use a gun to be on a shipment to Omega. Fortunately, Ashei fit the bill. They handed her an assault rifle and she landed her first job on a smuggling ship.

It didn’t take long for people to start noticing she was a better shot than any of the other street kids running around on that ship. She was constantly firing in tighter pockets than even some of the most experienced shooters on board, and once they gave her a real sniper rifle they realized the kind of talent she had. Rumor has it that her grouping was so tight, she once cleanly fit ten rounds through the same bullet hole.

Naturally, talk of her aim got Ashei in contact with a number of different organizations. After carefully considering her options, she realized that her aim didn’t matter if she didn’t have the training to survive. She joined a faction of the Eclipse operating out of Illium, where her talents had much more real world application than on Omega. She quickly developed a reputation as one of the best assassins in the business, and by the time she was 27 she abandoned the Eclipse and began working freelance.

Her reputation only grew, and by the time she turned 30 Ashei was a go-to name for assassination work around the galaxy, and she had expanded her skillset to include not only pinpoint accuracy with a rifle, but extreme lethality in hand to hand combat and exemplary skill in stealth.

Spectre

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

can I take one of those spots? I've been out of RPing for a while but I'd love to jump in if that's alright!

Essence

Username: baskets
Pure Name: Love
Nickname: Mila
Personality: Extremely expressive in an unorthodox manner, Mila has a knack for speaking without speaking. Her compassion with others is unmatched, and she often empathizes with those around her, making her someone that people want close to them.

Example Post:

It’s a little long, so I’ll hide it to save space. ^_^

“Doctor Ricard, the parts you needed came in with the last supply ship. Do you want me to-”

“Start putting 35C together, yep. Sooner we can get that prototype finished the sooner we can field test this bitch and get the design out before the contract deadline. And how many times do I have to tell you, Jacob? Cut the ‘doctor’ shit. It’s Coin.”

“Yes, of course, Dr- uh, Coin.” The intern scrambled about the cramped lab, presumably looking for 35C’s design specs. Coin shook her head. Jacob Delin was smart for a 19 year old intern, but the kid’s nerves got the best of him far too often for him to make it very far. Well, Coin figured, he was still young, and a bit naïve. Hopefully he’d outgrow his flaws and actually put that talent of his to work.

Coin reverted her attention back to the holographic display at her desk. The screen was a mess; a list of unread messages in the top left corner, a calendar filled with tasks that needed to be completed with impossible deadlines in the top right, images of potential designs and modifications taking up most of the bottom half of the screen, and an article about Earth’s latest fashion trends filling up whatever space was left. And somehow, Coin’s attention was divided between all of it.

“Coin, this barrel doesn’t fit. It’s not to spec,” Jacob’s voice resounded from the back corner of the lab.

Coin chuckled. “Flip it around, Jacob.”

A pause. Then, “Oh. That… makes a lot of sense.”

“You’re damn right it does. That’s the magic of using your head, bud. You’ll get there eventually,” Coin teased. She hit a button on her desk, closing the display. With the 35C finally assembled, there was nothing more important than her newest baby.

The 35C - or M45.35C, as the contract officially termed it - was by no means a revolutionary design; it was simply Coin’s response to a planetary militia-level market that was crying for an assault rifle that spoke to their needs rather than those of a trained military. Low maintenance, easy to handle, and packed full of punch. It was a simple weapon for the simple man. Coin smirked. That wasn’t a bad tagline. She’d have to remember to suggest that if the weapon actually got picked up to be marketed.

Coin’s train of thought was broken as Jacob tripped over a pile of scrap that was lying around. She winced; she’d have to clean up her lab soon. Looking around, the place was a mess. You’d pretty much have to climb over a mountain of crap to get from one side of the lab to the other. Coin manoeuvered her way to Jacob; thankfully he hadn’t yet loaded the weapon, or it might’ve gone off and actually caused some serious damage. She took the rifle from Jacob in one hand and helped him up with the other.

“I know it’s a mess in here, Jacob, but you’ve been my intern for as long as I’ve been stationed on this ship. You know better than anyone what kind of a mess this place has gotten into since I moved in,” Coin reminded him as he moved the mess he had made to a spot where it wouldn’t be so dangerous.

Jacob almost flinched. He never handled any kind of reprimand well, no matter how light it was. “I know, ma’am, I’m sorry… I just got a little carried away,” Jacob mumbled. He motioned to the rifle. “35C’s all done. Just like you said, less than five minutes to put together. Easy.”

Coin smiled. It was mean of her to think so, but if Jacob could assemble a weapon that quickly, a militiaman could do it even better. “Sick. I’ll take it down to the range as soon as I can book some time with the quartermaster. Good work.” Coin took a moment to examine the rifle closely. She threw the sling over her shoulder, aimed down its sight, and swung it around to test the weight balance. Everything was in order. A single shot, medium-ranged powerhouse for the everyman. Hey, that was a pretty good tagline, too. Coin set the rifle down on her desk and sat down in her chair. It was a swivel chair; a classic, and Coin’s favorite toy behind really big guns.

“So with the 35C all done, do you want me to get working on that targeting computer the marines on board were asking for?” Coin heard Jacob ask from the back of the room again. He loved that corner; it probably had to do with the feeling of security he got from the mountain of scrap that separated him from Coin.

Coin toyed with that task in her head. Recently the marines on the ship had been complaining that their scopes weren’t cutting it any more. They just couldn’t take down targets at the firing range like they used to. Coin scoffed; those scopes were years old. Nobody complained before. Then six months ago she gets assigned to the ship and hey, what do you know, the scopes aren’t worth shit, and Coin is tasked with integrating a targeting computer into each of their scopes to “promote more accurate fire under all circumstances.” Any statistics student will tell you straight away that correlation does not imply causation, but that was a coincidence that’s too convenient for Coin.

“Nah, let it hang for a few more days. Or a few more months, hell, I don’t really care. I know when I’m being fucked with, and you should too,” Coin called back flatly. She kicked her feet up onto her desk, leaning back in her chair. “Let’s just take a break for now. We’ve been prepping for 35C’s arrival all morning and we could use the time off. Go grab lunch or something.” She stared at the ceiling in peace as Jacob climbed his way out of the lab.

When she was sure she was alone, Coin brought up her computer display again. She studied her list of tasks for the month; there was nothing pressing, besides that damn targeting computer. Coin played with the the idea of giving the marines a copy of the targeting computer she used on her own rifle. She spun around in her chair, turning to face her own rifle and sidearm that was waiting in a display case on her wall. Damn, what she’d give to have a reason to use those again. It’d been way too long.

Essence

just a question; for the example post, could i just pull up a post i used for a separate RP?

Essence

i think i'm gonna go and claim love. :3

Essence

i really like this idea! you can count on me joining, as well ^_^

Overgrown

Two - no, three - gunshots in the distance caught Kelsey Granova's attention. Driven by instinct, she stuffed the canned ravioli she was examining into her backpack, dropped to the ground, and gripped the baseball bat in her hand tightly. She listened intently to her surroundings; all she could see were the scavenged aisles of the small convenience store she was looting. Kelsey was gripped by fear; gunshots were not exactly a welcome sound. After several minutes of silence, Kelsey slowly emerged from between the aisles, tiptoeing to peer over the shelves. Damn being short, I can't see anything, Kelsey thought, climbing onto a shelf slightly to get a better view. She peered over just in time to see several figures run by the storefront. They were moving too fast to be sure, but Kelsey guessed it was a man and two women, and it looked like a pursuit.

Kelsey reasoned her options out for a moment. She could sneak away quietly, or she could stick around and see how these events played out. Both options had their benefits, but sticking around appealed to Kelsey a little bit more. She tightened the straps of her backpack and made her way out of the convenience store, slowly following behind the three running about the streets without a care in the world.

When the runners stopped, Kelsey hid a good distance away behind an abandoned car in the street, out of sight. Were these guys for real? They were out in the open, the guy was about to cry over a broken mug, and one of the women was preparing to treat his wounds. Out in the open. Kelsey almost groaned out of frustration. From the looks of it, none of them were very old. At the very least, none of them looked older than her.

Kelsey stepped out from behind the car, slowly inching towards the small group that had formed. She began planning her escape if things went poorly; hopefully that didn't have to be the case.

The Depths of Deception

Coin adjusted her lab coat awkwardly. Fortunately, her belongings had been taken on board the ship ahead of time, so she didn't have to worry about keeping track of her things. She'd just have to figure out where she'd be sleeping in order to find her clothes and weapons, which didn't seem too daunting a task. Rather, Coin was more worried about the details of her role within the team. It was something she had not thought to ask at the briefing on Pax, but became more and more pressing as the mission came closer and closer.

Coin glanced around, noting Opus and Shiva already conversing with some of the officers. She turned to the Captain, figuring she'd try to make a strong first impression. "Dr. Natalia Ricard, sir. Most people call me Coin, though," she saluted, then approached the Captain. Stuttering briefly, Coin asked, "Is there a tech lab or anything on board, sir? I was assigned here under the impression that I'd be primarily operating in a scientific role, though I am also effective in combat, as well." Coin fidgeted uncomfortably. "I'm just curious about what exactly my role will be in the team, since I'm probably gonna be most useful in a lab, y'know?" Coin slapped herself mentally. She had been on board the ship for minutes and she'd already lost her sense of formality, instead replacing it with her markedly less impressive casual demeanor. So much for strong first impressions.