DirtyDingo

Titan's Vanguard

Judicator dibs.

Mass Effect: Brink

Set us up nicely for a quick meet-up. :)

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"What the hell do you mean five hundred credits? For what?!" Came the billowing voice of a male Turian, even over the thumping rhythms of Afterlife. At the bar the male stood with his scaley grey arms crossed defiantly, attempting to argue with the the Human behind the bar, his black skin and box-cut fade making him look almost comical in hs brightly coloured clothes; like something from the original Earth movies.

"Listen dickhead, you want to flash off and drink premium champagnes that we have to 'import' from Palaven then you have to pay premium prices. This shit don't come cheap. Now either pay your tab or I'm gonna call over a bouncer. Now believe me, you don't want that." Replied the Human. Who wad quickly growing impatient with the Turian regular, who always tried to pull stunts like this at the bar. Though usually he would only have run up one or two hundred credits, today his tab had run up to almost a thousand.

"What, that cute little blonde bitch over there? Please. She couldn't kick a damn Volus out of this place, let alone me." The Turian boasted, giving a brief flex of his muscles to show off his imposing stature. "Go ahead, call her over. She won't get here fast enough to save you from getting your ass kicked."

Rosa had been observing the situation for some time, the Turian, Avitus, was a fairly reputable bounty hunter and an alcoholic with a superiority complex. Whenever he'd finished up on a job, sure enough the first place he'd hit would be Afterlife. No-one was really sure why, he almost always came in alone and when he didn't he would almost completely ignore his company, which sure enough would either be prostitutes or other men like himself. Instead he'd stare vacantly towards Aria's booth. There were some who theorized he was simply trying to impress the 'queen' in order to start taking big contracts with big rewards, others thought he was simply trying to drown his sorrows and the rest of them just thought he was dumb enough to want to bang Aria. Because of this, she was always on strict orders to keep an eye on him whenever he rocked up.

She cracked a smile as she noticed Avitus dare the bartender to call her over, and her body began to flare with blue pulsating energy as heleaned in towards the bartender. "Poor bastard, it's only his first shift." She thought to herself as she began to prepare her body for the strain brought on by a biotic charge. As she did so, Avitus began to noticeably cackle to himself as he noticed her attempt to resolve the situation through intimidation.

"You think you're the only biotic in the building lady? I trained with the fucking Cabals. I could tear yo-" He began taunting, but was quickly cut off by Rosa shifting her body mass and propelling herself across the room with her right hand clenched in a fist, swinging a devastating uppercut moments before impact. Most biotics use their body to barge their foe when they execute a charge, but not Rosa. She had mastered the art of combining her charges with strikes long ago.

Her fist slammed into the Turian's left mandible with a gruesome crunch, the sound of breaking bone being clearly audible to nearby customers. The force of the strike was actually enough to lift the muscular frame of Avitus a foot off of the ground, where Rosa continued her assault, cocking back her left arm and dropping a singularity field beneath the Turians body, suspending it in mid-air before twisting her body and throwing all of her strength into a spinning axe kick to the floating alien's chest. Slamming him back into the ground. There, Rosa placed her left foot on Avitus' throat but did not apply pressure, instead smiling once more.

"You were saying?" Rosa asked, dropping her playful expression and suddenly becoming the visage of anger, almost snarling as she spoke.

Avitus began to speak, but the very moment a sound that wasn't a groan of pain began to creep from his mouth, Rosa shifted all of her body weight onto the foot which rested on the Turian's throat. Silencing him immediately. "Sorry, what was that? You'll have to speak up. I think it was something along the lines of 'Sorry Morrigan, I'll pay the tab and then I'm going home'" She said mockingly as she removed the sole of her boot from his neck, allowing Avitus to speak.

"Yeah. Something like that." He replied, grunting as he staggered to his feet, staring at Rosa in utter shock the entire time.

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A bit too heavy on the em dashes, and surprised I let this sit without revising it. Think this will be the last RP I'll fit into my schedule. :F

CS

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ERROL VAHN

Hider

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| NAME |

Errol Vahn

| RACE |

Human

| Age |

30

| CLASS & ROLE |

Infiltrator // Marksman

| APPEARANCE |

Errol Vahn is about five foot seven and of fit, but nothing spectacular in build—he’s seemingly nothing much to scratch at and this has come into useful capacity when he comes into enemies who happen to under-estimate him due to his age, build, or appearance. He does not look like a marine, he does not smell like a marine, and he does not walk like a marine.

| BACKGROUND |

“The galaxy isn’t like the wild west, it is the wild west.”

Born to an interstellar businessman by the name of Miles Vahn, Errol was born & raised far from the human home-world of Earth and instead upon one of the vast colonial frontiers that began during this time. Errol’s father was an aggressive businessman who founded ErdeCo after liquidizing his properties on Earth as he believed that the only way to get in edgewise on companies like ExoGeni was to “put all of your cards on the table”. Laughed at by his former partners, Miles Vahn found himself desperate to make an impact on the galactic market that was colonial frontiers. As such Errol was born into a cosmic environment that was as underdeveloped as it was underpopulated. Growing up under the shadow of his father’s obsession to succeed in the galactic market was stressful as Errol found duties were being demanded of him straining the relationship with his parents even more. The immediate threat of hostile aliens, feral wildlife, social unrest, and criminal activity poised trouble to the growing community that ErdeCo had strived to create and one that they not only wanted to succeed—but needed to succeed. This behavior in Errol’s father would only continue to push his relationship with his wife further away at an exponential rate.

A young Errol would spend time at his uncle’s home on the colony— a general agriculture procurement, Alen Vahn, lived much simpler with the only threat being the rare fauna that would get out of hand. Enjoying his uncle’s stories of Earth was entrancing for Errol and he would begin to almost live at the farm during these years. During this time his uncle would teach him how to fire a rifle and to impress his relative he would adamantly strive to be better; for every day he stayed at the farm he shot targets and mended the farm to help his uncle. However, Alen Vahn grew sick and passed on from cancer-related struggles by the time Errol was eleven. A year later, ErdeCo had expanded their operations into a local habitat of violent and fast creatures which resulted in an entire team of laborers to lose their lives due to ErdeCo’s carelessness. The family members of these laborers began to riot while other residents threatened to leave if ErdeCo didn’t get its operations in check. This threat against his livelihood caused Miles Vahn to “protect his investment” and hired a PMC group as “quality control”; this PMC group was in actuality the Blue Suns. This would begin the “dark times” of the colony as the Blue Suns received benefits plus their rate of service and the group began testing how much they were allowed to do without consequences. But Errol’s father only cared about the critical and financial success of his investments and took no shame into admitting it. Stuck out on their own, the citizens were practically stuck in a corporate dictatorship and Errol’s mother snapped. Errol never saw the colony again as he was taken away from its madness to find himself on another planetary hell: Korlus.

Korlus was not much for improvement and the alien-centric world that bustled with crime as well as poverty led Errol to have a much harsher childhood than he would have had if he stayed with his father. But like his mother, he sort of saw the benefit of freedom; any freedom, over what they had back on the colony. As humanity was new to the galaxy, the population on Korlus had so few of them making it an uphill battle to survive as his mother struggled to find work and make ends meet. Errol himself at this time fell in with a bunch of other human youths who found themselves on Korlus in poverty and among racism and thus a sort of gang was created amongst them. It wasn’t long thereafter that Errol and his friends got caught up into something stupid— an alien named Ardot Fek.

Running with Ardot Fek, a self-proclaimed “supplier” of goods led Errol into a life of organized crime. Fek saw cheap manpower in the youths as well as a useful utility in their knack to steal things. At first they weren’t asked to do much outside of pocket a few things or spot competitors (and law enforcement), but eventually as they became more useful (and older) they ended up “graduating” to carrying firearms as Fek’s underpriced guards. Errol found himself killing for the first time no more than a month after he was given a firearm—he was shaken by the experience, but Fek talked him down from his repulsions and convinced him it was only adrenaline that he felt and not any false moral consequences. Soon enough, Errol was making enough credits on the side to help keep himself and his mother afloat despite Fek underpaying him and the other youths. However, as nothing lasts forever and Fek ended up ditching the youths on Korlus after a bounty hunter had been reported to be on his trail from his previous years leaving Errol with a few credits and a different sense of himself. The gang that remained were scattered; some of Errol’s friends fell into drugs or ended up dead and the few that remained grew distant. Errol was seventeen.

With a few credits to his name and no huge skill-pool, Errol found himself at a disadvantage on Korlus and despite his desire to leave the planet he really didn’t have the means or a plan if he even did. However, that’s when luck spun in his favor as a newly established mercenary group by the name of Graymane decided to scout out potential individuals on Korlus as at this point Korlus’ growing human minority became something known. Graymane sported a “humans first” ideal much like the krogan-oriented Blood Pack dealt rarely with anybody but Vorcha and upon recruitment Errol went up to bat and looked around at the other potential recruits and challenged them with a bet, he could shoot better and further than every last one of them; and with his experience of shooting distance at his uncle’s farm and spotting for Fek proved him for the most-part right and the recruiter was somewhat impressed.

Following this Errol operated, learned, and garnered the thing he wanted so badly back when Fek left him on Korlus— a reputation, while small (the PMC company was also quite unknown) brought enough recognition. Often times on jobs he would operate as a scout or sniper as he kept an eye on situations before they turned sour. This is where Errol would learn fundamental combat skills outside of street scenarios, but much like Fek the Graymane PMC group didn’t stick around long enough; after four years the company got accused of criminal activity and began to go under investigation which perceived to have the bulk of its membership scatter and their founder, Robert Torviski went on the run from the authorities leaving Errol on Omega trying to pick his feet back up. But at least this time he had something of a reputation for being a “good shot for a human” as a Turian mercenary once commented.

For a year thereafter Errol attempted a “normal” life as he felt he was a little tired of running and being shot at between the odd jobs he took, Fek, and his time with Graymane. However uneasiness took over him as he attempted to sort out something a little more legitimate on Eden Prime, which was a planet that made him a little nostalgic for the days of the past. Thinking that he needed to be at war with something and on the move he decided to work in the occupation he was used to and returned to the "game". Eventually he fell in with a certain group.

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| EQUIPMENT |

Devlon Industries Stinger Handgun (x2)
Elanus Risk Control Services Tempest Submachine Gun
Ariake Technologies Naginata Long Range Rifle
Combat Knife
Omni-Tool

@Gowi

I can see plenty of snatch references coming in the near future.

Mass Effect: Brink

Don't hold your breath, gotta see what the boss says first. But aye, looking forward to this a fair bit! Already looking to have a colourful set of characters.

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@Zorogami Don't be hard on yourself bro, I like it! Far too many people who play Krogan always go for the battle hardened and bloodthirsty old Krogan routine. I find Abrax's wanderlust to be a really cool trait! Certainly looking forward to seeing him in action.

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<Snipped quote by DirtyDingo>

That was a good read, really like the backstory and how you incoporared the 2 accepted characters!

EDIT: I also feel like there is a lot of depth to your character that will hopefully be explored throughout the story, forgot to mention that

@Zorogami

Cheers mate, was a bit worried she's a bit too all-out with the history. Glad you liked it!

Mass Effect: Brink

CS up, hope you guys enjoy. Let me know if there are any changes or additions you would like. :)

Mass Effect: Brink

Rosa Martinez



Age: 28
Height: 5'4
Weight: 155lbs
Ethnicity: Hispanic

Powers:

Barrier
Singularity
Telekinetics (Throw/Pull/Lift/Slam etc)
Warp
Annihilation Field
Flare
Biotic Charge

Equipment: Rosa wears a set of Hahne-Kedar Shadows Works Light Janissary armour, which has been modified to sport no forearm armour and wields no weapons, claiming that they serve only to weigh her down. They also feature no shielding systems, as Rosa's incredible biotic power allows her to create her own barriers.

Born in a Cerberus facility to parents whom were both field agents for the pro-human organization, Rosa spent the early years of her life being trained in the theoretical use of biotics, with the Illusive Man making plans to turn her into the pinnacle of Human biotics; Project Morrigan. This of course, much like many of his plans, did not start out, or end as well as well as he'd hoped. With Rosa being a more than difficult child, she would often misbehave and make a general nuisance of herself, which was a trait that persisted into adolescence during her extensive physical and mental training. At age thirteen, she was told the lie that she was born through a cloning procedure and was implanted with a highly experimental version of the old L2 implant, giving her the potential to output almost unmatched raw biotic power. Though the drawbacks were plentiful, in a way, the Illusive Man had gotten exactly what he wanted; A Human as capable as the Asari.

And so her training continued, with her growing more unruly by the day until eventually, she killed her instructor four years later whilst having a fit brought on by the L2 she had received. The replacement was given orders to be far more lenient in his punishments and far less rigorous in her training regimen so as to reduce overall stress and to prevent similar occurrences in the future. At age eighteen, she underwent a highly dangerous procedure to modify her genetic structure, splicing it with the newly discovered Minagen X3, a chemical known to be fatal to most sentient beings. However after years of studying the compound, Cerberus had found a way for them to engineer cells that would mimic a white blood cell, but on steroids; and attack the harmful cells. Thus theoretically resulting in Rosa being able to essentially send herself into biotic overdrive. Theoretically.

Instead, what occurred was a permanent boost to her raw power, and another fit. Though this time, midway through it she regained consciousness and began to use her new-found power against those she had attempted to rebel against for most of her life, warping reality itself as she tore the facility apart piece by piece in search of her 'creator'.

When she recalls the story, she speaks of the calm that she felt the first time she intentionally killed a man. She speaks of the numbness and feeling of helplessness she had, even though she was not out of control for even a moment. Her search turned up no grand creator as she had hoped, but the weak and helpless geneticist whom had conducted these experiments on her. It didn't take long for her to force the truth of her origin from his lips, him 'spilling the beans' almost in an instant in a pathetic attempt to save his own life. He was not met with mercy though, with Rosa slamming him into a nearby computer desk and shattering his spine. There, she used the knowledge she had gained to gain entry to the facility's extranet connection and activated the facility's distress beacon in order to alert nearby Cerberus forces of an attack. They arrived on the scene within the hour, and by posing in one of the guards' assault armour, Rosa was able to board the ship with no resistance and become a stowaway hidden in plain sight.

Fortunately for her, the vessel was then sent on a recruitment mission in the Terminus Systems. There, she made her escape and vanished into the underworld of Omega.

Fast-forward two years and you find a changed woman. One making her living producing knock-off paintings of classical artwork in incredible detail, keeping herself to herself and staying as far under the radar as she possibly can, paying various information brokers off both in an attempt to keep herself hidden, and to find her parents. The ones responsible for allowing her to endure what she did. She continued this life until one day, the Reapers attacked the Galaxy. Then, everything changed. Cerberus started openly flying around the galaxy with not a care, and when the Adjutant outbreak occurred, Oleg Petrovsky and his forces landed on Omega, and took it over. Not much is known about how she survived the incident, only that she emerged as a member of an Eclipse Commando unit, which was part of the band of mercenaries pledged to aid Commander Shepard in the assault on Earth.

She fought side by side with her squad-mates on the ground against Reaper forces, and was fortunate enough to earn the outspoken praise of Admiral Anderson in rallying the Alliance soldiers stationed in Brixton to push towards the conduit and aid Hammer Team in their assault. Eventually though, she put such strain on herself by overusing her powers that she passed out, waking up with her face covered in blood and her body buried in rubble to the sight of what could only be described as a monumental red ball of energy leaking from the crucible, causing the gargantuan Reapers in the sky and on the ground to simply keel over and become inactive, some crushing entire portions of London as they fell. After the war, she used the massive paycheck given to her by the Alliance for her individual valour to wander from system to system, trying to find inspiration for her first original art piece.

It was during this time that she met Captain Declan Calaway. On her travels, what she'd often do in order to save credits and avoid the loneliness that enveloped her after losing the only friends she'd ever known during the battle of Earth, was pay her way aboard vessels transporting goods from system to system. On one particular occasion, the vessel was raided by the Dashers. Taken completely by surprise and comparatively unarmed, the Dashers cut their way through the defenders in minutes, until they encountered Rosa. She put up such a fight that the pirates began to retreat, though in pursuing them Rosa met her match, a Krogan charging straight through one of the bulkheads and knocking her clean out of consciousness. When she awoke, she found herself aboard the Dashers' ship, where Declan and a Salarian named Zik offered her a position on their assault team. Seeing a potential opportunity to fit in with a group once more, Rosa obliged.

Although many see her as cold externally, upon getting to know her even the slightest bit makes them realise just why that is. Rosa is naive about how the galaxy works and ignorant to the good in people, a trait she gained from a life of fighting, though her lack of real maturity and addictive personality takes her standing from an unlikeable outcast, to a loyal friend within but a few sentences.

Mass Effect: Brink

I'll drop in a CS and see what you think.