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Blood Runs Over Westeros Mk4 - A Game of Thrones Roleplay

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A powerful gust of wind blew through the air as the city of Kings Landing filled with its usual commotion. Such noise was not strange to the young Lord Hightower as he walked silently towards the steps towards the Red Keep. The raven which had arrived in Oldtown did not direct him here, but rather to a splendid site near Blackwater Rush which was not far from the great metropolis. While the capitol of Westeros paled in refinement to the fabled Oldtown the city had its own beauty to it. The eye-catching seven towers which sprawled from its fearsome walls, Lord Jorgon wondered if all seven of them stacked on top of each other would even compare to the Hightower. He stepped carefully forward, as a commoner clad in rags nearly knocked him over. He narrowed his brows at the man then shook his head as his gaze returned back towards the glorious Red Keep before him. A smile slipped onto his lips as he imagined the throne room, all of the ancient blades the great Aegon the Conquerer had gathered to form his throne. A thousand blades taken from beaten, vanquished souls at the hands of the proud first dragon-king. Burnt in the flames of the legendary Balerion the Black Dread. The throne which would one day be his. Far above the wretched, wear Tyrells and the other 'great' houses.

Whilst the headstrong young lord had no fearsome dragon to tame the land he would wear a crown like the Conqueror did. Perhaps he would craft one of his own, to signify his own significance. A crown befitting one with the blood of the dragon and the blood of the proudest house in the Reach. A unity between Westeros' grandest cities and a sign the entire realm would gaze upon with awe. The Reach lord turned from the Keep as he gingerly moved through the never-ending crowds in bustling streets of the city. He stepped to the side with another longing gaze as the Great Sept of Baelor was in his view. Jorgon stared at it with a power lust, perhaps it would be where he was crowned. With the Father's blessing as the High Septon placed the breathtaking diadem on his head, the smallfolk would be even more awestruck. Then perhaps his first issue a ruler would be to send Alesander Tyrell to the wall, a proper place for the twisted Knight of the Golden Rose to freeze. But that was not how a proper king ruled, not through retribution. Still the thought brought a smile to his face. He was the furthest person Jorgon could think should be the

He had no doubt he'd encounter the conceited knight at this tournament, fate had a strange way of connecting rivals like that. Jorgon would have to keep his witts about himself as the most powerful lords and ladies from across the realm would be in attendance. The lord of Oldtown also didn't doubt the half-witted Tyrell's sister wouldn't be far. Beautiful Elinor. One day Jorgon would rid her from his thoughts, she was below his ambitions. He hadn't seen her since their betrothal was shattered by her craven brother. The Hightower lord took a deep breath to calm his being as he'd felt that familiar anger seethe underneath his handsome exterior. The Tyrells weren't worth occupying his mind in such a way. He'd shut his eyes momentarily as he could practically see the crown placed upon his head, the fanciful raucous cheers of all the lords and ladies filling his ears. Then the ambitious lord was pulled from his vision as words were spoken to him.

"M'lord, are you alright? The festival is going to begin soon." A familiar voice inquired, as Jorgon rolled his eyes before turning to reply.

"Of course I am, Ser Landor. I haven't been here since I was a young boy. Its barely changed." The young lord stated as he glanced at the master-at-arms of Oldtown, Ser Landor Beesbury. The middle aged knight was one of the most veteran swordsman in the Reach and had served in his current position under Jorgon's father as long as the lord could remember. Even as his hair and beard had grayed his sword was still quick.

"I like Oldtown more, m'lord. Smells a lot less like shit." Landor replied which drew an honest smirk from Jorgon.

"Where's Markas?" The Hightower lord asked as he glanced around at the passing crowds near them, two young women in it making flirtatious eye contact with Jorgon before smirking at each other and continuing along in the crowds. The handsome lord had honestly grown accustom to such things.

"He's around here somewhere, I found him like you before. The young lord was talking to some street musicians. Had to make sure he didn't end up getting snatched off the streets." The elder knight said back as he crossed his arms, already sick of the sprawling metropolis of King's Landing.

"That's about where I'd expect him. No one's going to trouble him, none of these people know who you, him or I even are. We're just some fancy looking nobles to them." Jorgon stated back then walked past Ser Landor, the bulkier veteran swordsman following behind him. One day these smallfolk would know of him as their unquestioned ruler and practically worship his every step.

"Still m'lord, should have someone watching his back. You know how much crime there is here, isn't like Oldtown." Landor said as he walked alongside his lord. He looked more cautiously at the crowds around them but did not expect anyone to try anything so close the Red Keep. The Gold Cloaks were most concentrated here.

"I'm surprised he's not in the slums trying to help beggars. I think thats where are the gold in the Oldtown would go if I were to die and he become lord." Jorgon joked as the two men walked back towards where they were staying, an expensive inn not far from the Keep. Landor had several guards watching it their entire stay here.

As they walked with the crowds the young lord felt strange, he rarely embedded himself like this with the smallfolk of Oldtown. While he did frequently wonder the grand city he didn't walk alongside them like he was some common tailor or blacksmith. He was the most powerful lord in the whole damn city. But Ser Landor was correct, here he was just another face in the crowd until some even grander lord acknowledged him publicly. This revelation annoyed him but it was for the best, he didn't want one of the filthy smallfolk to try anything. The hallowed Valyrian steel sword Vigilance did still sit in scabbard on his belt, offsetting his noble attire. As the duo returned to the inn Jorgon lead the way inside of the building then up the stairs towards their rooms. As he moved through the quaint inn the Hightower men inside stood proudly as their lord passed by them. Upon reaching Markas' room he knocked twice, then waited silently, Ser Landor behind him.

"Who is it?" A teenaged voice exclaimed from behind the wooden door.

"Your brother, and Ser Landor," Jorgon replied then before he could continue the door came open and his younger brother was there, a wide smile on his face. "Are you ready for today?"

"It's all everyone's been talking about. I wonder if I'll see Willemina, you think she'll be there?" Markas asked hopefully, Jorgon well aware of the frequent correspondence between his brother and his elegant red haired cousin. Though the older Hightower's opinion of her was more subdued and complicated. Such as they frequently were between powerful lords and ladies of the Reach.

"She will be, so will be everyone else in the damn kingdom. The Tyrells, the Lannisters, Martells, everyone whose important will be there," Jorgon said back as he stepped inside of the room while Landor headed back downstairs. "I'm sure Willemina will be ecstatic to see you and all the lord and ladies will be so eager to meet you."

"I don't know how well I'll do there Jorgon. A lot of people to impress, I think I'd rather just read and watch the sea." Markas said reluctantly, far more nervous about the festival than his elder brother was.

"Nonsense. Don't even think of them as nobles, they're just like you and me. Just follow my lead." The lord of Oldtown said confidently, then patted Markas on the shoulder.

"What about when you get knocked off the horse? Am I going to have to get you out of the mud?" Markas asked jokingly drawing a genuine laugh from Jorgon.

"That won't happen because I'm going to win the whole fucking tournament." The elder brother stated with a near certainty. He wouldn't end up in the dirt, it was not befitting of someone of his ability. Lord Jorgon Hightower was going to make a name for himself on this blessed day.

Casual, really?

First off, great job on the data! It's fascinating.

Second off, what happened in summer 2017 to cause such a spike? Was it just a coincidence?

Mass Effect: Caelestis

Upon arrival to the Caelestis the Drell doctor felt an almost somber feeling flow through him. The impressive starship stuck out among the pathetic and the brutal spacecraft which typically filled the hangars of the space station. So many of the space craft he'd seen looked like they were ready to wreck havoc in war or, on the opposite scale, like they had been hastily cobbled together and were barely flight worthy. The Caelestis felt different as he took his first footsteps onto it, though he could not figure out what exactly gave him that sensation. Perhaps it was simply how clean it was compared to, well everything on Omega. The interior did not reek of despair like the streets of Omega did. He could recall one of the first feelings when he'd left the space station he'd called home for years following the 'incident' was an almost uneasy one. Like he'd been plucked out of his home and tossed into a portal. Satka felt almost uncomfortable stepping onto this ship as if he was intruding in someone else's home. Perhaps it was his mind finally putting Omega behind him, or at least that was what he truly hoped.

The doctor had not gotten acquainted at all with any of his 'crewmen'. That seemed like such a bizarre term to him as he'd never spent any real length of time on a starship. But Satka had politely requested medical files on each of them when he took the job offer. Whether he'd be given such a gift was something he was not sure of. He felt out of place as he glanced around the halls of the vessel, taking note of the armored and heavily armed individuals joining him on this mysterious voyage. They were mercenaries, a word that still conjured up uneasy thoughts in him. But the good doctor would try not to judge them, they were as much strangers to him as he them and they had no incentive to harm him. Satka would be the one patching them up after all.

As the captain, a strikingly tattooed asari assembled them all in the mess hall of the ship he wondered what awaited them. Perhaps just simple introductions or a rousing speech before sending them into battle, well the ones that did actually battle. A nervous human woman stood beside her as the assembled team stood around, Satka's eyes trying not to linger on the hulking vorcha in the room. His encounters with them had frequently been short and lacking in real conversation, but by the goddess if they weren't tough beings. He was glad they were on his side. The Drell paused his observing of his new companions as the captain spoke. As she began to speak of a search and rescue type operation involving a friend of the girl beside her Satka listened quietly. Then he blinked curiously as the Asari addressed him directly, seeming to request his needed involvement on the mission.

"Of course, captain, I'd be happy to be of assistance. I can't offer much in the way of fighting but if you can get me in there alive then I'll do my very best to help anyone in need. I know how rough Omega's worst can be." The Drell stated with a nod, with glances at the captain then to Laura. It was a side endeavor but one he would take very seriously with his duty as a doctor and Arashu's blessing.

Satka had taken note of the unkempt looking man in the room who the captain seemed to know well. He didn't seem like the most friendly of people or perhaps they weren't the first group employed by her. Though he wouldn't dig into that subject. The Drell once more drifted his eyes as he looked over the assembled crew, resting briefly on the scarred looking woman. Such scarring reminded him of some of his previous patients who'd come to him, though she seemed to wear her scars with a toughness. Her features were beautiful beneath them. The quarian also stuck out to him, he'd operated on a few of them before even seen under the mask of one. They were always intriguing to him, maybe it was just the finely made suits they were all clad in.

As one of the humans spoke up his glance drifted to her, she was an engineer. That meant he'd have to take extra care to keep her alive, or else the ship was done for. He was surprised at the number of humans here, considering it was Omega space. Though the turian was less of a surprise, the missing right mandible likely a testament to their strength. He was partially relieved to not have a krogan aboard, while he held no grudge against them they did tend to be quite headstrong and stubborn. The crew did look sufficiently tough enough.

He did have to map out where exactly the medical bay was on the vessel. He was one of the later arrivals on the spacecraft and would make his dwelling near the medical wing. The Drell had brought some supplies of his own but he needed it to be well stocked in order to properly assist such a rough looking group of mercenaries. As the vorcha piped in her almost smirked, hopefully he'd clear the way for them so Satka didn't have to fight. The pistol clipped on his belt was more for show than anything else, he dreaded actually aiming it at anyone with intent to harm them. He was a doctor, not a killer. Either way he'd found himself volunteered right off the bat and would put his whole focus behind it, a fine distraction to other things which plagued him.

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My apologies guys, I'm not honestly sure if I'm going to be able to properly give this the attention, care and love it needs. My writing muse is fickle at the moment and work stress isn't helping.

Thank you so much for your continued interest, it means the world to me that you guys put so much effort into crafting such interesting, deep characters. But I just can't get the ball rolling GM/IC wise at the moment. Once again, I'm sorry.

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I'm still alive, sorry for the radio silence. Been drowned with work recently.

Mass Effect: Caelestis

A few years earlier, on the Citadel

Noise filled the artificial air of the enormous space station as vehicles rocketed through the skies above the bustling streets of the Wards, the residential centers of the Citadel. The breathtaking skyscrapers seemed to reach to the heavens leaving the common folk below to appear more like ants than people. In the Tayseri Ward a couple emerged from the Dilinaga Concert Hall, having witnessed famed Asari opera singer, Valismia Shize, play an incredible show. The two carefully moved down the front steps outside of the massive hall, among the crowd of thousands which had paid top credit in order to see the show. The Drell held on tightly to his lover's hand as they descended downwards, the human looking at him with a delighted smirk.

"I can't believe you cried, you still are!" Kara teased with a laugh as the doctor smiled back, tears still dripping down his face. They had been every since the most astounding part of the show, her finale.

"I wasn't the only one. It was just so beautiful. How couldn't you shed a tear at that?" The Drell asked with a teasing glance of his own as they reached the bottom of the steps and stood together on flat ground. Around them the crowd continued to disperse, a mixture of all sorts of races. C-Sec guards watched carefully from across the street, two Turians talking among themselves while they clenched onto assault rifles.

"I think you just liked it more than I did, Satka. But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," The pretty human nurse replied with another smile as her bright blue eyes lit up at the sight of something nearby. "Here lets go this way."

"Wait what? Where? We can't just wander around here, might get lost." Satka replied as he wiped away the last bit of tears from his cheeks and eyes.

"Oh come on. You've lived on Omega how long? The Citadel is heaven compared to that." Kara replied with another laugh as she pulled his hand and led her partner towards another building across the street. She speed walked towards it, trying to avoid the crowds as they filled the roads. The nurse had to dodge a drunken Krogan who fell on the floor with a loud bang before he stumbled back to his feet as the two lovers passed by.

"Why the hurry, Kara?" The Drell asked as he looked at the passerbys around them, practically all of them ignoring the couple as they moved along the sidewalk. Before he could receive a reply he was pulled into a lobby. His eyes picked up the sight of a stressed out Salarian behind a front desk shuffling through several datapads while a line of visitors waited impatiently before the desk.

"You'll see..." His date whispered as she pulled him to the side then into an empty elevator. Satka wasn't sure if they were even allowed in here as the doors shut and it began to raise upwards. Then Kara planted a loving kiss on his blue tinted lips. "Just stop worrying, I promise you will enjoy it."

"I just hope C-Sec won't be dragging us back into that elevator." The Drell joked, though he was unsure if he was even entirely joking.

"Psssh, they got much bigger fish to fry anyway. No ones gonna arrest us or kick us out." She teased back which Satka met with an anxious sigh. One of the things he respected most about his beautiful partner was that she was a risk taker, trespassing in some random building on the Citadel was at the bottom of the most risky things she'd done.

"We're almost there." She added as her grip on his hand tightened and she looked into eyes with another cute smile. Then pulled him out of the elevator before he could even take in a real glimpse of what met them outside of it.

"It's beautiful." The Drell muttered as the two lovers looked down from the top of the highest building in the Ward. He stepped closer to his girlfriend, partly out of a sudden fear of heights which he'd just discovered he had.

"It is. They normally charge you 100 credits to come up here, well I just got us up here for free. Don't think anyone will be any wiser, all the staff is off duty partying it up I'd bet. Just can't stay up here too long but I thought it was the perfect end to a perfect week." Kara said as Satka capped off her words with a long lock of their lips as his hands danced towards her hips and two lovers embraced atop the skyscraper.

Then they broke off their kiss as Satka held her close to him and both of them stared out at the sight before them. The lights lit up the entire section of the wards in a variety of stunning shades. An artificial wind swept through the air and tinged the Drell's skin, enhancing the chills which crept onto the back of his neck. The sheer height from which they stood seemed to drown out every single tidbit of the noise of the bustling streets below. It was a beautiful silence that penetrated deeply into both of them and drew them even closer together. The doctor felt he could just stay there for hours, holding his beautiful love in his arms as any worries either of them had faded into momentary obscurity. He moved one his hands upwards and turned Kara's lips towards his own, then kissed her deeply once more.

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Somewhere on Omega, present day

The cloaked figure moved more akin to a ghost than a man as he traversed Omega. He stepped off the shuttle in silence, drawing almost no glances from the crowds which filled the streets as he walked among them. A simple backpack slung over his shoulder as he stepped wordlessly along the path. He knew these streets well even if it had been almost a year since he'd stepped foot on the exact location he now walked towards. A homeless Batarian called out to him as well as any of the other people as he sat in a pitiful pile on the cold steel ground. The vagrant made eye contact with him, his multiple sets of pupils momentarily locking onto his own black masses of eyes. The Drell then continued along his way, an outside sadness striking at his heart at the sight of the helpless Batarian. It was not why he'd finally returned to this accursed space station.

As he journeyed towards his destination the crowds of pedestrians shrunk further and further, noise itself seemed to evaporate in the stale artificial air. Though Satka felt his nerves worsen even as he moved further away from any strangers. Strangers were the most dangerous figures on Omega. One never knew their true intentions or affiliations until it was made clear. A wave of a hand could as easily be the drawing of a pistol in order to take a life. Still as he drew closer and closer to arrival he felt as if he was being pulled into a crowd which threatened to suffocate him, to pull the oxygen from his lungs and fill them with self inflicted pain. Satka forced himself to continue to walk forward, to keep his composure at least until he'd actually made it there. It was something he had to do before he departed on his new journey. Perhaps fate had brought him here as a way to free his mind and unshackle himself. Or it was one final tease of pain and failure to remind him of what awaited him. He spoke a silent, rapid prayer to the goddess of protection as his destination came into view.

Mother Arashu, cleanse me of these fears.

Satka's prayer did not properly prepare him for the wave of utter emotion which swept over him as he took in the wretched sight before him. The Drell had to force himself to stand firmly, having to suppress trembles which tore through his whole frame. Even though it had been long since the flaming embers had burnt out here he still felt the haunting whispers scratch at his very being. The memories crept back into his mind as they always seemed to, though as he stared into the remains of his greatest regret it seemed more as if they overran then annihilated his entire being. He stood still Even as Satka, forcing himself to resist collapsing into utter despair. His body betrayed him as his eyes bled tears which streamed down his cheeks before crashing to the floor. With each one that fell downwards he felt as if they made craters as they landed, angered at himself for reacting in such a manner.

"Kalahira, I can only hope they are in the eternal oceans beyond this life. Please let them know how heavily my failure to protect them weighs on me, merciful Goddess. I once more beg for forgiveness and will give myself to you when my time arrives."

Both of the Drell's hand had intertwined as he whispered another prayer, hoping the Drell goddess of the afterlife would not curse him with damnation once he passed into the next plain of existence. He clenched onto a silver necklace, the metallic chain spread throughout his fingers as he held onto the last remembrance of his fallen lover. Satka held her image in his mind as he stood among the rubble of his former life, his feet carrying him deeper into the wreckage of the destroyed hospital. Kara was not the only one to perish in the assault, every single one of his people they'd lost tore into him deeply. One of the greatest regrets was that he was unable to account for all those they'd lost. The explosion, then subsequent fires and chaos had made such an endeavor impossible. There was only rubble and dust now, malformed pieces of metal which once made up the proud building. Its remains were then unceremoniously torn through by Omega's denizens.

Satka came to the spot where Kara had fallen, where he held her that fateful night as she bled out from her gunshot wounds. While the disgusting Eclipse mercenary looked upon them with laughter underneath his helmet. The visions came back rapidly for the doctor, as he remembered every single second of that forsaken day. The incredible memory his species had been blessed with was also a curse, it was a miracle he was not convulsing on the ground in tears. In truth he'd relieved the incident so many times he had almost normalized it and gotten used to the horrifying imagery that came hurtling back to him. The feel of Kara's hand loosening as she died in his arms, the light in her eyes fading as her soul departed her physical form, the screams of his staff as the hospital collapsed around them and smoke filled the air. His hands shook as he clenched onto the necklace in one of his palms, recalling the exact moment he'd gifted it to her then peeled it off her body before he buried her on her homeworld of Eden Prime.

The drell's other hand began pushed aside rubble and digging through the dirt and dust as he knelt in the spot Kara had passed onto the next life until his fingertips started to bleed from scratching against the steel floor of the space station. As the crimson droplets fell from his fingers he placed the necklace down. Satka took a moment to settle his breath as tears welled on his eyelids before he covered the spot back up, then intertwined his hands once more to speak another prayer. The blood trickling from his fingertips of his trembling hands as he prayed.

"I shall never forget the fallen, Goddess Kalahira. Strike me down if I ever allow myself to forget them."

Then the Drell rose to his feet and let out a deep breath. He forced himself to step away from that accursed spot and from the ruins entirely. Satka gave one more looks towards it as he dried the last bit of tears from his eyes. A new journey awaited him, he would ensure he made those that he had failed proud. The doctor pulled himself away from the site of the tragedy and towards the Caelestis.

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IC shall be up tommorow night/extremely early Tuesday morning (EST)!

Mass Effect: Caelestis

Satka Yual

_{Satka Yual
47 ⟁ Male ⟁ Drell ⟁ Civilian doctor}

_{A P P E A R A N C E}

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The Drell doctor stands roughly 178 cms in height with a lean frame. His skin is a light blue in its complexion, with doubled eyelided black eyes with white inner eyes. His features are masculine with distinct frills going down the back of his head. Scarring is evident on his face from an incident he does not like to discuss. Smiles are a rarity on the doctor's face but another distinct feature he possesses is his blue lips, almost vibrant in their coloration. A few other scarrings mark Satka's body below his face, a healed burn notably dotting his right upper forearm. While his left shoulder holds a long healed bullet wound from an unfortunate encounter with some of the galaxy's rougher citizens. He lacks any tattoos or the like, the scars he bears from a rough doctor's life being Satka's distinguishing features.

The civilian dresses in plain colors, his style simple but sharp. He'll often wear collared dark shaded shirts with a long coat akin to a human doctor's jacket. On his lower half he wears comfortable pants with firm black boots. Satka as a noncombatant does not own armor, his plain clothes offer little in the way of protection to hazards. Though he does own a jumpsuit with a respirator helmet for zero gravity, non oxygen filled emergency situations.

_{H I S T O R Y}

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Satka Yual was born on the Hanar homeworld of Kahje which also serves as the new home of the Drell. His parents were both simple working Drell, his father a bodyguard for a prominent Hanar politician while his mother was a police officer. As such the young Drell was raised in a strict household where he was one day expected to serve in a similar capacity to his parents. This push by his family may have been what ultimately led Satka down the path he chose, a total opposite of a martial lifestyle. His uncle Thulna would serve as an extremely influential figure to the young Satka, instilling a firm belief in the Drell's religion upon the boy. Through his own spiritual discovery Satka would pledge to help others, beyond his homeworld. He enjoyed life on the peaceful Kahje but dreamed of seeing the greater galaxy. The compassionate Drell would save up his credits in order to finance a shuttle offworld to the Citadel. This voyage would be the last time he'd see his family which took him some time to process.

Upon his arrival to the Citadel the Drell would get involved with a charitable organization, Pax Medicam that brought medical aid to those in need throughout Citadel space. It was Satka's first true glimpse into his future as he worked aside some of the kindest most efficient doctors on the Citadel. He'd see different worlds during his time with the group, visiting them to deliver supplies or help the wounded. While he had no scholarly medical training his five years within the organization gave him extremely valuable real world experience. Still the spiritual Drell did not feel as if he was doing enough. He'd heard tales of the unforgiving Terminus systems where orphans walked the streets of Omega and refugees died without hope. Satka was cautioned by several within Pax Medicam to not go on such a journey. The Terminus Systems chewed up and spit out hope filled young men like him like they were nothing. Nevertheless he hopped on a shuttle to Omega and began the next phase of his life, filled with desire to help those greatest in need.

Upon his arrival to Omega the Drell was stricken by the conditions the most downtrodden lived in, the tales he'd been told had been more than true and it hit the hope filled Satka hard. Still he pushed on, first searching out a medical clinic on the brutal space station to begin his work. He'd find it in the form of a Batarian doctor, Obrank Garkakk who had a heavily makeshift hospital on Omega. Dr. Garkakk was exactly the type of doctor one would expect to find on Omega, money was what he valued more than anything else. Satka was hesitant to work for such a man but his options were limited as a newcomer with little in the way of credits to his name. He would work side by side with the Batarian, finding the gruff man to be a skilled doctor even if he lacked much in the way of people skills. The Drell did believe the doctor was kinder than he'd let on to as he'd sometimes let the most unfortunate of people receive care at reduced prices. The clinic was occasionally besieged by gangsters which were the most terrifying days for Satka. He'd frequently dive behind cover while shots filled the crude hospital. It was one element of the Terminus systems he'd never truly get used to. Satka even had to patch up Garkakk after the Batarian took a shot to his leg, a true test of the skills he'd picked up on Omega.

The Drell would work for Dr. Garkakk for almost four years, then he'd decided to move on his own and begin his own clinic in another part of Omega. Satka began by officially stylizing himself as Doctor Yual, taking inspiration from his mentor Garkakk in how he conducted business. Though he was even kinder with negotiating deals with the most vulnerable and beaten. Early on in his solo work he found himself approached by the Eclipse, a notorious Terminus system mercenary band with a place on Omega. They offered him a deal, protection but only if he committed to patching up their people, none of the other mercenary bands. Desperately needing the protection he cautiously accepted the deal, stipulating that his priority was to help the most downtrodden on the space station. His alliance with Eclipse would be a savvy move which brought in more needed security and credits to his clinic but he despised the idea of working with such wicked individuals. It was something that never sat right with him but he needed to deal with it until he could afford to pay for his own security.

Satka earned a reputation as a kindhearted doctor who rarely ever turned away patients, even if his connections with the Eclipse scared away some. As the years went by he grew upset with the presence of the gang in his clinic. The final straw was when he discovered they had been stealing medical supplies from him and selling them on the black market for outrageous fees. The good doctor immediately severed the deal with Eclipse, hired his own security then felt much happier about his living on Omega. A paranoid thought did float in the back of his mind that Eclipse would return with vengeance, they'd never truly respect the decision to cut ties with them. But for some time it seemed no such event would occur. Satka focused his efforts on helping those most in need, frequently offering free service to those that needed it the most. Such an idea seemed preposterous beforehand on Omega. During this time he'd also fall in love with one of his nurses, a beautiful human woman named Kara.

As Satka's clinic flourished he pushed to expand operations, opening more, smaller clinics across Omega. He'd even began to plan to acquire ships to deliver supplies across the Terminus Systems to those most in need. With Kara and his dream coming to fruition life seemed too good to be true. In a way this line of thought was correct. As his esteem grew on Omega so did desire to move against him. Attacks against his clinics increased, forcing him to close some of them and hire more security. He suspected the Eclipse, or rival doctors jealous of his deeds. The most striking moment was when he received a report of his mentor's clinic being bombarded, with Dr. Garkakk slain in cold blood brutally. This incident tore deeply into Satka but he still persisted onward.

This changed roughly one year before his arrival aboard the Caelestis. As he walked into his main clinic on what seemed to be a routine day an explosion suddenly ripped through it. The doctor watched as patients and staff were crushed by debris or incinerated in the blast. As he crawled out of the rumble he watched as Kara was gunned down before him by a mercenary clad in the distinct Eclipse armor. Satka did not meet the same fate as his lover, he was left alive in a heap of sorrow to suffer through witnessing his life's work torn down before him. Flames filled his clinic as it burnt the ground, reverting to ashes like so much did on the unforgiving space station. As he held his dying love in his arms tears poured down the Drell's face.

Omega had beaten him.

Doctor Yual managed to pull himself away from the wreckage of his dream. He'd discover his other remaining clinics had similarly been hit. Everything he cherished had been completely defiled and destroyed. The person he cared the most about was wordlessly slain before him, killed like a common nobody on Omega. Satka stowed himself away, for some time he just left Omega and wandered as he tried his damnedest to find meaning. To find a way to push through shattered dreams and persevere. With nothing else going for him he took a job for an Asari captain traveling towards a strange planet.

_{P E R S O N A L I T Y}

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Doctor Yual is a calm minded figure with a compassionate heart, a combination which has brought him trouble in his time in the Terminus systems. Nevertheless he has continued to hold a passionate want to help any in need, regardless of their race or socioeconomic standing. He is avoidant of conflicts as he does his best to patch up both physical and emotional wounds. When in a conflict situation he'll often just simply dip out, drop it entirely and move on with things. While smiles now rarely break onto the Drell's features, laughter is even rarer. He'll often crack bad jokes to bring smiles onto the faces of those he's helping. Satka has a soft spot for children, seeing far too many orphaned youth on the streets in his travels through the Terminus systems. He only really cares about monetary regards when its a need. His credits go towards medical supplies or charity when he is able to donate.

One thing that is noticeable about the good doctor is that he rarely ever speaks of himself or his past. Internally he is a broken man, destroyed by the Terminus Systems and the wretched which live in it. If one asks about his past dealings the Drell will often provide simple answers with little peek into his past. It is partly due to the fact that he does not enjoy going over his past due to painful decisions and incidents in it but also due to the people he's often surrounded by, the scoundrels of the galaxy. He has no one in the way of friends, the ones he once considered that are dead which he blames himself for. He finds it difficult to have personable conversations where he's expected to interject with his own experiences. When he puts on the role of a therapist Satka will give quality advice and put on and friendly face. He sees it as another way to help people, to fix them up emotionally and is happy to do it so long as he's not the one spilling about themselves. In general he is a withdrawn, introverted figure due to his own personal issues. Though he does hold an optimistic view on people around him and his own work, even if he himself is very much a beaten man.

Satka is a devoted pacifist, it is quite unusual for someone whose spent as much time in the darker parts of the galaxy as he has but he upholds it. He's seen his share of needless death, he does not desire to add to it. The only way he'd ever do such a thing is if his life is in extreme danger or someone he cared deeply about was greatly endangered.

Satka like most of his species is a spiritual, religious man. He believes strongly in one's soul, that a wicked person is not truly complete. In a way he sees it as his life's journey to serve Arashu, the Drell godddess of protection by helping others. Healing their wounds and patching their souls. It is something which was instilled to him by one of his relatives and has stuck with Satka even through his intergalactic travels.

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• Trained doctor & surgeon
• Informal shrink

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• M-3 Predator heavy pistol
• Omni-tool

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• Though lacking anything in the way of degree Satka has been practicing as a black market doctor for just over twenty years. He's administered medical aid to people of all species while ensuring he is well versed in matters of biology for practically all known races. He's also frequently done surgeries on different species, giving him a capable and delicate medical hand.
• A more informal part of his life as a doctor is working with a person's psychology. He's often been paid to offer help akin to that of a therapist. An extremely patient man with a vast amount of life experience he's quite good at helping others emotionally.
• He's in a no way a fighter beyond simple pistol training which serves as a last resort. He has no martial arts training either, making him pretty much useless in a fight. The Drell overall has zero combat experience to speak of.
• The Drell doctor is a man filled deeply with regret and pain. Much of his private time is spent dwelling on his past failures to point it destroys him internally. Its difficult for him to snap out of these bouts but he always seems to, it just takes time.

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• Doctor Yual's chief goal is to survive his time abord the Caelestis then use the credits he has acquired to start up another, grander clinic in the Terminus systems. There are many downtrodden people that need help, he'd like that to be the mark he leaves on the galaxy. It's worth another shot right?
• The destruction of his previous medical clinic is by far his greatest regret. The deaths of those inside the clinic haunt him daily, it is something he will never truly escape.

Mass Effect: Caelestis

@Stormflyx yeah it was super late when I did the entire sheet and the name slipped my mind a few times. It’s supposed to be Satka. I’ll change it and figure out a new weakness.