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MIRA


GENERAL INFORMATION

Full Name
Mira Vadri

Species
Asari

Age
123

Gender
The Asari are a mono-gendered species, male and female have no real meaning to their species. However, they do take a motherly role in regards to their offspring, which has led to them being recognized as female. 

PERSONAL DETAILS

Personal Profile
Regarded highly for her skill as a diplomat, Ms. Vadri is an exceptional negotiator, always centered. Those who have been in her presence could, and would, reportedly mention how she seemed to stave off any anxiety with just a glance towards them, "It was like staring into the galaxy, without the distraction of anything but the many stars and sun. It was as if I was swallowed in eternity." 

Only in extreme cases has anyone truly encountered her temper, as short lived as it is. Violence of any kind doesn't sit well with Mira, however, she is not opposed to using force when absolutely necessary. She is extremely determined, seemingly well put together, yet still cannot truly figure out a joke despite her many interactions with other species.  

Mira is an Asari adept, her biotic powers focused on telekinetic fury, yet she is the calm eye of the storm. To those she is in contact with, she is a respectable young Asari, a little strange considering she is in the youngest stage of their life cycle. In the evenings, she takes to meditation to keep herself centered, a pastime that has been her saving grace while on Omega. 

Sexuality
Bisexual

APPEARANCE DETAILS

Physical Appearance
Mira stands at a height of 5'8, a lithe figure with a paired weight of 118 pounds (173 CM | 54 KG). She has an omni-tattoo on her right arm, one of a butterfly, the first human animal she had learned about - instantly fell in love with the creature. 

She has a purple tint to her skin, with piercing emerald eyes that melt their way into even the toughest of souls. 

Clothing and Armour
Where she would normally in her diplomatic uniform, on Omega she has had to make certain adjustments to her uniform. She is now wearing form-fitting Asari commando gear, a foreign type of clothing that she has slowly adjusted to, leaving her always just a little out of character. Her face betrays no scars or other wear and tear that would normally accompany this type of attire, yet despite this, she has managed to ward off any who seek her harm with her unnatural state of calm on Omega. 

Equipment
A pistol in the belt strap on her back, and her omni-tool. 

SKILLS & ABILITIES

Her time spent as a diplomat has given her some insight on others, how they move when they talk, the tone of their voice, all of the little quirks that would otherwise go unnoticed, she picks up on and capitalizes on. 
As most of her race, she is a fast learner, and has a high aptitude for learning anything new. 
Mira is an incredibly gifted biotic, earning her place as one of the Asari adepts. 

BIOGRAPHY

Born on Thessia, the Asari homeworld and what is considered to be the beating heart of the galaxy, diplomacy ran through her blood from the moment she took her first breath. Taught through the wisdom of the Matriarchs, Mira was a student with a knack for charming all those around her, when she spoke, it seemed she entrapped them in a web of her thoughts, winding them tightly with her thread of assurance, making them all to happy to conform to her way of thinking. It had been a suggestion of one of the Matriarchs that she take leave of the peaceful Thessia, and go about the Galaxy to explore while still young and able to enjoy all the galaxy had to offer - Perhaps she could learn something of the other species while watching or conversing with them elsewhere.

As young as 46, she was sent with a few other promising Asari students; Diplomats, Commandos in training, as well as scientists. The vivid memory of the first blast from the ship, the last view of home, and the vastness of space swallowing her whole shall be burned into her mind forevermore, a beautiful sensation, to be one with the galaxy. During her travels from planet to planet, she encountered many different people and races, all seeking to better their lives or the lives of those they cared for. She soon became known for the help and guidance she gave to those she had encountered, leaving others to actively seek her out for some kind of help, which she would gladly offer.
It wasn't until many years later, all her time spent amassing knowledge on alien culture, even taking the liberty to return home to Thessia and witness the calm that was her homeworld. It was there that she was contacted by a anonymous Krogan - One who desperately needed her help. She was always quick to agree, but this time, she faltered. He was located on Omega. The one place in the galaxy that gave her more chills than the chilling stories the Asari mother's would sometimes let their children hear of those that came before, a world that seemed nothing more than a chaotic mass of organic life, existing only to drain the happiness out of those that lived within, trapped on the surface. 
Though in the end she had agreed, the fact that her name was known in a place such as Omega gave her a frightful feeling. She had changed her apparel almost completely before entering the planets atmosphere, making sure that it wouldn't be easy to recognize her, even going as far as to create false identification cards for herself. As she headed to where the Krogan had told her to meet, some place near the docking bays, she couldn't rid that sickening feeling deep in her gut. 
She should have listened to that feeling. The Krogan she had been sent to meet with had told her why he asked her to come, this time elaborating a little more on this Circle he planned to leave. Listening intently, Mira hadn't taken note of the small red dot focused directly on the poor man's neck, aimed right at the break in his armor plated skin and mercenary armor. Just as she moved to shake the Krogan's hand, after promising him that she would do anything she could for him, promising that he would make it out, the shot rang out and shrieked through the darkness that enveloped the docking bay. His dark blood splattered against her face and as he collapsed, all she could do was stand, frozen in shock. When she had finally snapped to attention, her eyes refocusing, she frantically scanned the area for the shooter before she called for help. The only answer that came was a hard blow to the back of her head, and the warm greeting of the abyss that embraced her in a blanket of black. 
It was only a short time after that encounter that she had taken the first job, conning anyone she could out of their hard earned money, soon to become her hard earned money. Or, more specifically, the Circle's credits. The day that Krogan died, the day her face was painted in blood - That was the day she had been captured, from then on, she had a choice. Either join the Circle, or die in the room that the mercenaries had taken her to. Even though she had chosen to join the Circle, Mira no longer felt alive. Everything she had once truly fought for, had been perverted, she was now relying on the weakness of others to bolster her strength, using their desperation against them with promises of false hope. Just like the Krogan, it seemed their was no life she touched now, that went undamaged.
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