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Aaron Brannheim
Age: 22
Species: Turian
Gender: Male
Appearance: Slightly taller than the average Turian, standing at 6'50", his general appearance is composed of quite common characteristics among this race.
Broad shouldered, but of lean physique, he has an agile and flexible body thanks to his years of training in the Zakera ward's C-Sec Academy. His scales and skin are of an exotic charcoal, which stands even more out thanks to his face tattoos. The intricate patterns painted on his skin are unlike any seen on any other turian. In fact, those were designed by himself to represent the only planet he's willing to call home, Earth.
Occupation: Enforcement C-Sec Officer (rookie)
Class: Infiltrator
Powers: First aid, Tactical Armor, Sniper rifle, Sabotage, Damping, Assault training
Weapons: M-5 Phalanx (Heavy Pistol); M-92 Mantis (Sniper Rifle); Phaeston (Assault Rifle)
Armor: Light Janissary Armor
Apparel: A gray human hoodie designed for turians with military camouflage trousers or an alliance military outfit... sized accordingly. A pair of small, metallic blue headphones.
Equipment: Polaris Omni-tool; Full-case of Medigel; Turian toothbrush...
Personality: Despite his particular upbringing, Aaron grew up almost as the perfect stereotype of a turian: hard-working, neat, polite (maybe too much) and somewhat stiff when it comes to moral integrity. However, despite not being from time to time too sharp-witten, he is quite the playful type, easy-going and always of company. He prefers the human one above all sentient species, because their facial expressions are by far the only ones he recognizes and instinctively tries to emulate, despite his total incapability to. His closest acquaintances sometimes refer to him as prideful and squeamish, despite he would vehemently deny it if asked.
Loves furry animals and is quite proficient with digital painting, again thanks to his heritage.
Biography: This turian's first memory wasn't the scaly figure of his own mother, but the indefinite darkness of a backside alley in Greenwich, London megalopolis. Left by his own species, unwanted, the unnamed child was found by sheer luck: a strong-willed child was defined by the director of the orphanage where he was taken thereafter. However, if asked the human who rescued him, his version would have replaced the child's wailing with terrifying sounds. The unnamed turian became known in the orphanage as Aaron, because of his sheer size and sharp shapes. The first year of his childhood passed swiftly, under the care of human doctors that assured his survival in a levo-amino based world.
At the age of three, he met the man he would have called father for the rest of his life, the owner and CEO of Brannheim Arms Industry: Victor Brannheim. The choice of a turian as an adoptive child at that time was greatly influenced by the deceleration of production in the heavy weapons industry determined by the Treaty of Farixen post-effects: as such, the family company wanted to change things around and create a new image for itself, to ameliorate their projection capability in the intergalactic market (for example, investing in new colonial defense systems). What at first was an administrative move, slowly progressed as time passed in a true father-son relationship, and Aaron was welcomed in the family. Educated, trained, but most of all free to choose his own way, Aaron grew up by the standards of human society, attending public schools and enrolling in a british university. He was often defined as "an human in a turian body".
However the growth of hostility in the terminus systems between the human colonists and the Batarians gave proof of the incapability of the Brannheim defense systems to repeal the attacks of the slavers. The funds for the expeditions were completely lost, the company disgraced, and Victor Brannheim was forced to use personal credits to avoid the bankruptcy of his company. Things spiraled into darkness when underground creditors were able to speculate on the now failing agency: Victor was able no more to pay back the loans, and, eventually he was murdered in broad daylight, his possessions confiscated, his company dismantled.
But, regarding Aaron and his human sister, Elizabeth, they managed to survive this family economical crysis, thanks both to their will-power and their father's remaining friends. Selling the most valuable of their possessions and economically backed by their relatives, Aaron and Elizabeth managed to depart from Earth to the Citadel with an handful of money to start again. As the cruise left their home for the infinite waters of space, Aaron swore to himself he would have forgotten the murder of his father, to not seek vengeance, but to protect his dear sister, remembering the man who gave him shelter so many years before not for what he did, for the man he was.
At their arrival, they were greeted and helped by the human ambassador at that time, a close friend of their father, who managed to put a good word for Aaron in the C-Sec Academy and for Elizabeth in one of the Citadel's most prestigious social studies university. Both managed to get a scholarship, and thus began their new life on the citadel.
