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Mass Effect: Kingslayer

The Batia district flew past Arty's windshield as he navigated the frantic traffic of the citadel. His skycar thrummed powerfully with each turn of the throttle and hissed gently at each press of the brakes. By now, Arty was used to hectic inner workings of the massive space station. Hell, he'd even been in Batia district before. Plenty of those who wish not to be seen try to disappear into Batia's nooks and crannies. He took a hard turn and broke off from the main traffic stream, occasionally glancing at his navigational system. It seemed the nearest rapid transit station was just a few blocks away. No word on the actual location of the safehouse. Arty supposed he would do some exploring after all. The shuttle came in fast and Arty pulled up just in the nick of time, frightening a few volus pedestrians.

He stepped out of the shuttle and popped the trunk, retrieving his rather bulky duffel bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Arty glanced around the street. Boarded up windows, broken liquor bottles, and suspicious glares. Down the street, Arty saw a few clearly renovated buildings with workers and armed security. It seemed the upper class was taking an interest in Batia. He wondered how many people were now homeless due to that little project. Arty's communicator gave a cheerful chirp. He dug it out of his pocket and saw that the safe house was some distance north at a place called Livilla Towers. Arty snorted to himself.

"Livilla Towers, huh? Wonder what spineless corporate sop came up with that name..." he muttered to himself. He turned on his heel and began to follow the directions towards the safehouse. The rest of the district was much like he expected. Poverty concentrated into a lethal form. Didn't matter who or what you were. If you were from here, you were being molded by an urban sprawl of drugs and guns. Arty pondered silently as he walked, keeping one eye on the GPS and the other on the environment around him.

Then a batarian stepped out from an alleyway. Then two more flanked the first. Arty audibly sighed. Of course nothing could have been as easy as just walking to work.

"Alright, lads?" asked Arty in the friendliest manner he could muster. He wasn't overly fond of batarians. Bad experiences while he was still with the alliance navy. He tried to not let those experiences define all batarians. However, this trio seemed to be falling right into his expectations.

"This is Quad Eyes territory, human. You don't belong. Normally, we'd gut you like a fish and leave you flopping in the street. But I'm feeling generous today. How about you leave that bag with us, as well as any valuables, and you can pass. Seems like a small price to pay for your life." sneered the lead batarian. Arty rolled his eyes. He really didn't feel like getting into a fight right now. Which was odd for him.

"Listen, I'm just trying to get to work. This doesn't need to be a fight." Arty said. The batarians chuckled sardonically in response. The lead thug pointed a pistol at Arty.

"Oh, it won't be much of a fight. Last chance, human. Hand your shit over before this gets ugly." the batarian snarled. Arty put his hands up. "Alright, mate, you got me." he said casually, tossing the bag in front of him. The lead batarian gestured to his partners, still keeping his pistol trained on Arty. The other two rushed forward, staring greedily at the bag. It was then Arty realized that the other two weren't armed. They only had one pistol between the three of them. It would have been funny if it wasn't so pathetic.

Arty felt his power swell up in his chest. The strength that only biotics made him feel. He stared down the armed batarian. Waiting. Waiting. When he glanced at the bag, Arty knew he had him. In an instant, Arty pushed off powerfully in an explosion of blue energy. His surroundings blurred around him but the batarian was crystal clear. Arty made a fist and slammed it into the thug's gut. The force of the blow sent the batarian flying back a half dozen feet, crashing hard into the pavement. There was a pause and then a soft groan came up from the batarian. Good, at least he wasn't dead. Arty glanced back at the other two and bit back a chuckle as he saw them frozen in fear.

"You should get moving. He's gonna need a hospital." Arty stated matter of factly, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder towards the groaning thug. The two traded a quick glanced and then scurried past Arty, awkwardly dragging their friend away as they did so. Arty went and picked up his bag and pulled out his GPS again. He was almost there.

***

Arty punched in the provided code and the door slid open with a soft hiss. He stepped inside and peered around the apartment. He had been hoping for something a little more high tech but he supposed it didn't matter all that much. He took a few steps inside and placed his bags next to a sofa. He glanced a purple asari sitting by the window. One of his teammates, presumably.

"Ah, hello! Good to know I won't be alone here. Arthur Dow, a pleasure to meet you. You can call me Arty." he greeted cheerfully, crossing the main room and offering a hand.

@Starlance

Mass Effect: Kingslayer

Arthur 'Arty' Dow

Arty

QUOTE Like my old man always said, if you can swing your way into a pot of shite, you can swing your way out of it. Or something to that effect...

PROFILE Full Name: Arthur Kirk Dow Date of Birth: May 12, 2157 Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 26 Occupation: Private Security/Freelance Investigator Service Rank: Lieutenant Commander, Alliance Navy (Dishonorable Discharge) Profile: Adept Powers: Barrier Charge Throw Lift Belongings: Striker Pistol Custom Made Brawling Gloves (Knuckles reinforced with stunner tech) A silver cigar case labeled 'The East Street Cigar Shop' Bluewire Omni-Tool Casual Wear (Usually when working medium to low risk security details or following a lead in the investigation sector): Arty likes to dress simple but classy. He wears a sharp looking but breathable collared dark green shirt paired with comfortable and flexible dark jeans and light combat boots, good for sprinting and a lot of movement. He wears a black leather shoulder holster to hold his pistol. And to top the look off, he wears a dark and fashionable trench coat. Depending on the weather that is. He'll usually be sporting a ring or two as well. Combat Wear (For high risk security jobs or areas where Arty knows he'll be getting into some heavy fighting): Arty likes to keep his combat gear streamlined. He wears a black long sleeved tactical top with a dark blue skirmish armor chestplate. He doesn't bother with gauntlets, greaves, or a helmet. They just slow him down. He usually wears dark colored cargo pants with it and custom combat boots. A little heavier than his casual wear, but these boots ensure he won't get caught up on tough terrain. He keeps his pistol in a chest holster attached to his armor. Role: Professional Distraction (But the bosses insist on calling it 'Security Expert') Other Notable Features: Arty has full tattoo sleeves on either arm. The right arm consists of emblems, names, places, and other art that has a lot of meaning to Arty. The left is adorned with symbols from movies and music, silly images, and other things that Arty finds fun but don't have any significant emotional attachment for him.

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

At first glance, Arty might seem like a friendly if slightly boastful Scot with an inclination for puffing on cigars and enjoying a good sparring match. And while Arty is indeed all of those things, his career has made him far more observant than he appears. A useful skill to have in the world of private security and investigation. Arty's friendly nature also lends itself to social situations and his less than stellar background has given him experience navigating the criminal world as well as the ones that saintly law abiding citizens live in.

However he does have a bit of a nasty inferiority complex, which is why he's in the private sector now and lord knows his temper has costed him a contract or too. Arty cannot stand those who talk down to him in any way and will gladly take some time to set the record straight with the offending individual. More often than not in a violent manner. Despite this, he cares deeply for the people whom he considers friends and will go out of his way to protect those who are innocent in his eyes.

DETAILED HISTORY

Arthur Kirk Dow was born on May 12, 2157 on a small farm just a few miles outside of Saint Abbs, Scotland. His family, which consisted of his father and two sisters, raised a variety of animals but primarily included sheep. Arthur had a relatively normal childhood, the life of a scottish farm boy wasn't too bad. Even from a young age, he liked to scrap with the other kids. Especially the ones who made fun of him for being a farmer, or having less money. He liked to bloody their noses real good. But his whole life would change when at age 13 on a routine visit to the doctor, he was discovered to have biotic potential.

Arty was given the choice between toiling away as a farm boy for the rest of his life or learn to lift objects with his mind and travel the stars. Images of the richer kids sneering at him flashed through his mind. It wasn't much of a choice at all, really. Arty left Earth and trained with the Systems Alliance military, learning to control his newfound power. It wasn't easy but Arty had a certain hunger that the other biotic kids didn't. He especially excelled in the martial arts portions of his training, combining his biotics and knowledge of fighting to turn into a devastating force of nature even as a teenager. He completed his training at age 17, being formally transitioned into the military as an Ensign. A little young, but the alliance military had already sunk 4 years of training into Arty and they wanted to make it count.

Arty spent the next two years shadowing his superiors, learning about ships and warfare. Occasionally they even let him go on a patrol. He was restless, ready to fight. He spent long hours training, trying to work off the aggression that the alliance nurtured in him. Then the Skyllian Blitz happened and Arty got the action he so craved. The ship he was serving on responded to the distress call and they jumped from a nearby system directly into the fight. It was the first time he had seen any real combat, firing at pirate cruisers soaring past their ship. He was able to shoot down half a dozen ships that day and was promoted to Lieutenant, Junior Grade for his effort. In Arty's mind, this was the real start of his career.

He spent the next few years jumping between campaigns, hunting down the pirates that attacked Elysium. He was transferred to a marine shock unit as a biotic warrior and truly learned the meaning of fighting in the frontline, covered in dirt, piss, and blood. It was in these close fights with the batarians where Arty really developed his style of fusing biotic power and martial arts together. At the end of 2178, Arty is promoted to Lieutenant and is assigned as the executive officer of a reconnaissance company conducting operations at the edge of the Attican Traverse. The missions the company conducted were some of the most dangerous Arty had been on. In deep space and far away from any Alliance reinforcements, he came to rely on his men immensely, as he knew they relied on him.

Then one mission went bad. Just one misstep by the commanding officer and BOOM. The CO's head was on the floor and Arty was suddenly in charge of getting them off planet alive. But they were surrounded and upon radioing command, they informed him that he had received a battlefield promotion to Lieutenant Commander. Not that he would be alive to enjoy the promotion much longer. But somehow, through quick thinking, extremely violent means, and sheer luck, Arty and the majority of his men managed to get off world and escape the system. They returned back to alliance space after a long tour to receive awards. They were survivors, heroes. But as Lieutenant Commander Arthur Dow stood at attention to receive his medal, the admiral pinning it on him said to no one in particular.

"You know, if the command team didn't have some country bumpkin leading the way, more marines would have made it out alive."

Then before Arty knew it, he had blasted the admiral across the room and was being wrestled to the ground by security. They threw him in the brig for a few months to let him stew. The admiral had a dozen broken ribs but survived. Which was frankly a miracle. Arty figured it was over for him. A stunt like that was an easy twenty years in a military prison. But it seemed he had some friends in high places and maybe just a little luck, because all they did was kick him out with nothing but a now useless rank and the power crush someone's skull with his bare hands.

So what was a guy to do? Arty started doing bodyguard work all over the galaxy, high risk clients that paid big. Not as much action as when he was in the military but maybe it was better that way. Eventually he started branching into private investigation. That's how he started working with C-Sec on the citadel. Now, they didn't necessarily like him but they couldn't deny he had a knack for cracking skulls and an eye for overlooked details. And Arty found that he was relying more on them too as his clientele got increasingly pompous and condesending, Arty found it harder to get work. People tend to not want to hire the person that kicks them into the pool. So Arty was pleasantly surprised when the job offer for a fancy taskforce showed up in his inbox. With a cool name as well, Kingslayer. Hell, he might just have to join.

Mass Effect: Vigil

Kaya the Watchman

	Erinle Laka Greengrove Voten Kaya Kaya | 'Watchman' 6'6 (1.98m) | 120 lbs | 15 Laka Colony, Erinle | March 5th, 2171 Salarian | Infiltrator

Profile

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APPEARANCE◢

Kaya is slightly taller and a little more built than the average Salarian. He has a few scars here and there on his teal skin, small mementos of when things got a little too close. He likes to wear dark armor, usually brown or black, with an equally as dark cloak. Preferably something that can match the environment if he can find it. When he's working, he usually keeps his hood up so as to hide his bright coloration.

When he's not working, Kaya likes to wear outfits that compliment his skin tone. Usually red, white, or yellow.

MOTIVATIONS AND OUTLOOK◢

Kaya believes everyone deserves a chance at a happy and peaceful life. He was raised and trained on the principle of protecting those who can't protect themselves. A little idealistic, but he still stands by it. That belief was why he took to the stars when the reapers invaded. The people of the galaxy needed more help than his little colony did. And with his skillset, Kaya had to be sure he was protecting people. If a sniper's bullet doesn't protect someone, then it is taking a life for evil. And Kaya can't live with that. He can't save someone by curing them of an illness or building a shelter. But he can track down those trapped under rubble or take down a marauder from a hundred yards away. What kind of a salarian would he be, if he didn't use those skills for good?

BACKGROUND◢

Erinle Laka Greengrove Voten Kaya was born on March 5th, 2171 on Erinle in the Greengrove district of the Laka Colony. From a young age, he was chosen to train under resident weapons experts to protect the colony from the many dangerous variations of wildlife on Erinle. He was separated from the other salarian children of the colony and placed in a 'pod'. A small unit of a few dozen young salarians who were to be trained, the same as him. Kaya's early years were filled with long hours of Salarian Union history, ruck marches, weapons ranges, and tracking techniques. Most importantly, his instructors, who the young salarians all viewed as father figures, instilled in him the importance of protecting the public. The virtue of peace and the type of warriors who kept that peace. Kaya burned to be that kind of warrior.

Though they didn't learn with the other children, the members of the pod were often allowed to go explore the colony in their off times. It was important that they knew what exactly they were protecting. Kaya always found himself the quiet one of the group. Preferring to observe rather than chime in. Though sometimes that rubbed some of the other kids wrong, all of his podmates knew that it was a good natured, thoughtful silence. Kaya's instructors took notice of this and shifted the focus of his training to long range marksmanship and recon. Kaya thrived in it. He enjoyed being out in the wilderness, tracking the movements of his homeworld's creatures. However, in order to complete his training, he had to face an unpleasant truth. A truth his superiors would force upon him.

It was 2181. He had just come of age. This was his first real assignment. A human mobster was stepping off of his private ship. He had a nasty reputation and the leaders of the colony knew he would only bring chaos and mayhem to Laka. Kaya had him in his scope. Crosshairs on his chest. He knew he wouldn't miss. Maybe in another scenario, he wouldn't even hesitate to pull the trigger. But Kaya felt his finger trembling when he saw the two kids hop off the shuttle and cling to their dad's legs. When a lovely young woman stepped off the ship with a smile. The bastard had brought his family with him. Kaya realized his team leader was telling him to take the shot over the comms. Kaya just kept staring at him. This bullet would protect the colony. It would protect the people he grew up with. Those who deserved a peaceful life.

He pulled the trigger. He barely felt the recoil. Kaya just watched as that gangster's lovely young wife was painted in his blood. They were a few hundred yards away. Kaya could still hear her scream. Mission accomplished.

Kaya sometimes still has nightmares about it. He continued to defend his colony. And with every sentient life he took, there was a story. A mother, a brother, a father, a daughter. People who relied on his targets went hungry or vanished into the wilds without even a peep. Sometimes he'd track them down. But by the time he found them, Erinle had already claimed them. It was not a gentle planet. Kaya started to turn to drink, dreading the next call that came in. Hoping it wasn't a person.

Then the reapers invaded. The path of their destruction was televised across the galaxy. Kaya had an epiphany. He could use his skills to help people. Really help them. Defend them from monsters and pull them from the ruins of their scorched homes. Maybe that would help with the nightmares. So he made preparations to leave Erinle. Of course the colony leadership tried to get him to stay. He wasn't obligated to them in anyway. He had been serving the colony since he was barely more than a hatchling. And he made damn sure to remind them of that. He hopped on a cargo freighter off world and followed the distress calls. For months he hopped across systems, stopping here and there to kill some reapers and pull a few people out of the fire. It was exhilarating. And although he was seeing the destruction of whole cities, planets, it felt like he was finally doing some real good. That was not a feeling he had experienced in years.

Suddenly, Kaya had begun hearing about mass requests for mercenaries and freelancers. Specifically from the alliance. After doing some digging he discovered it was for a final assault against the reapers that orbited Earth. They needed skilled fighters on the ground protecting civilians and allied troops. So, with some trepidation, Kaya accepted. Soon after he was being rocketed to Earth, his human pilot dodging reaper lasers and friendly missiles alike. The fighting on the ground was intense. Some of the worst combat and devastation Kaya had seen since this damn war started. But after hours and hours of relentless death and destruction the reapers just...collapsed. They won. The worst war the galaxy had ever seen was over.

And he was stranded in the sol system. Nothing else to do but make the most of it.

Capabilities

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FLAWS◢

Alcoholic: Though he is trying to recover, Kaya still has a major drinking problem. He always carries a flask of something with him. It does relax him when things get tense. But it also makes him sloppy.

Lightweight: Like most salarians, Kaya is incredibly light when compared to other species. Not only that, his hand to hand skills are very limited. It would not take much to lay him out.

POWERS◢

Tactical Cloak
Incinerate
First Aid
Neural shock

ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND CRIMES◢

- Served as a Sniper with the Laka Colonial Defense Force from 2179-2186
- Operated as a search and rescue specialist across multiple systems during the Reaper War

RELATIONS AND AFFILIATIONS◢

- Former soldier of the LCDF.

OPINIONS◢

(For group members and NPCs; fill after IC introduction)

Inventory

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CREDITS & VALUABLES◢ 1k Credits	OUTFIT◢ Kaya's Combat Outfit (Black) Kaya's Casual Outfit (White)
WEAPON & TOOLS◢ M-97 Viper M-5 Phalanx Logic Arrest Omni-Tool	CONSUMABLE◢ Kaya's Golden Flask (Filled with clear liquor)
ID & DOCUMENTS◢ Laka Colony ID LCDF Military ID	BAGS & CONTAINERS◢ A small, non-descript backpack (Black)

Mass Effect: Vigil

Oh, I'm down to clown baabbbyyy.

@Gcold Oh by the way, it says the discord invite is invalid. Not sure if its something on my end or if you want to look into it.

Mass Effect: Kingslayer

Arthur 'Arty' Dow

Arty

QUOTE Like my old man always said, if you can swing your way into a pot of shite, you can swing your way out of it. Or something to that effect...

PROFILE Full Name: Arthur Kirk Dow Date of Birth: May 12, 2157 Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 26 Occupation: Private Security/Freelance Investigator Service Rank: Lieutenant Commander, Alliance Navy (Dishonorable Discharge) Profile: Adept Powers: Barrier Charge Throw Lift Belongings: Striker Pistol Custom Made Brawling Gloves (Knuckles reinforced with stunner tech) A silver cigar case labeled 'The East Street Cigar Shop' Bluewire Omni-Tool Casual Wear (Usually when working medium to low risk security details or following a lead in the investigation sector): Arty likes to dress simple but classy. He wears a sharp looking but breathable collared dark green shirt paired with comfortable and flexible dark jeans and light combat boots, good for sprinting and a lot of movement. He wears a black leather shoulder holster to hold his pistol. And to top the look off, he wears a dark and fashionable trench coat. Depending on the weather that is. He'll usually be sporting a ring or two as well. Combat Wear (For high risk security jobs or areas where Arty knows he'll be getting into some heavy fighting): Arty likes to keep his combat gear streamlined. He wears a black long sleeved tactical top with a dark blue skirmish armor chestplate. He doesn't bother with gauntlets, greaves, or a helmet. They just slow him down. He usually wears dark colored cargo pants with it and custom combat boots. A little heavier than his casual wear, but these boots ensure he won't get caught up on tough terrain. He keeps his pistol in a chest holster attached to his armor. Role: Professional Distraction (But the bosses insist on calling it 'Security Expert')

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

At first glance, Arty might seem like a friendly if slightly boastful Scot with an inclination for puffing on cigars and enjoying a good sparring match. And while Arty is indeed all of those things, his career has made him far more observant than he appears. A useful skill to have in the world of private security and investigation. Arty's friendly nature also lends itself to social situations and his less than stellar background has given him experience navigating the criminal world as well as the ones that saintly law abiding citizens live in.

However he does have a bit of a nasty inferiority complex, which is why he's in the private sector now and lord knows his temper has costed him a contract or too. Arty cannot stand those who talk down to him in any way and will gladly take some time to set the record straight with the offending individual. More often than not in a violent manner. Despite this, he cares deeply for the people whom he considers friends and will go out of his way to protect those who are innocent in his eyes.

DETAILED HISTORY

Arthur Kirk Dow was born on May 12, 2157 on a small farm just a few miles outside of Saint Abbs, Scotland. His family, which consisted of his father and two sisters, raised a variety of animals but primarily included sheep. Arthur had a relatively normal childhood, the life of a scottish farm boy wasn't too bad. Even from a young age, he liked to scrap with the other kids. Especially the ones who made fun of him for being a farmer, or having less money. He liked to bloody their noses real good. But his whole life would change when at age 13 on a routine visit to the doctor, he was discovered to have biotic potential.

Arty was given the choice between toiling away as a farm boy for the rest of his life or learn to lift objects with his mind and travel the stars. Images of the richer kids sneering at him flashed through his mind. It wasn't much of a choice at all, really. Arty left Earth and trained with the Systems Alliance military, learning to control his newfound power. It wasn't easy but Arty had a certain hunger that the other biotic kids didn't. He especially excelled in the martial arts portions of his training, combining his biotics and knowledge of fighting to turn into a devastating force of nature even as a teenager. He completed his training at age 17, being formally transitioned into the military as an Ensign. A little young, but the alliance military had already sunk 4 years of training into Arty and they wanted to make it count.

Arty spent the next two years shadowing his superiors, learning about ships and warfare. Occasionally they even let him go on a patrol. He was restless, ready to fight. He spent long hours training, trying to work off the aggression that the alliance nurtured in him. Then the Skyllian Blitz happened and Arty got the action he so craved. The ship he was serving on responded to the distress call and they jumped from a nearby system directly into the fight. It was the first time he had seen any real combat, firing at pirate cruisers soaring past their ship. He was able to shoot down half a dozen ships that day and was promoted to Lieutenant, Junior Grade for his effort. In Arty's mind, this was the real start of his career.

He spent the next few years jumping between campaigns, hunting down the pirates that attacked Elysium. He was transferred to a marine shock unit as a biotic warrior and truly learned the meaning of fighting in the frontline, covered in dirt, piss, and blood. It was in these close fights with the batarians where Arty really developed his style of fusing biotic power and martial arts together. At the end of 2178, Arty is promoted to Lieutenant and is assigned as the executive officer of a reconnaissance company conducting operations at the edge of the Attican Traverse. The missions the company conducted were some of the most dangerous Arty had been on. In deep space and far away from any Alliance reinforcements, he came to rely on his men immensely, as he knew they relied on him.

Then one mission went bad. Just one misstep by the commanding officer and BOOM. The CO's head was on the floor and Arty was suddenly in charge of getting them off planet alive. But they were surrounded and upon radioing command, they informed him that he had received a battlefield promotion to Lieutenant Commander. Not that he would be alive to enjoy the promotion much longer. But somehow, through quick thinking, extremely violent means, and sheer luck, Arty and the majority of his men managed to get off world and escape the system. They returned back to alliance space after a long tour to receive awards. They were survivors, heroes. But as Lieutenant Commander Arthur Dow stood at attention to receive his medal, the admiral pinning it on him said to no one in particular.

"You know, if the command team didn't have some country bumpkin leading the way, more marines would have made it out alive."

Then before Arty knew it, he had blasted the admiral across the room and was being wrestled to the ground by security. They threw him in the brig for a few months to let him stew. The admiral had a dozen broken ribs but survived. Which was frankly a miracle. Arty figured it was over for him. A stunt like that was an easy twenty years in a military prison. But it seemed he had some friends in high places and maybe just a little luck, because all they did was kick him out with nothing but a now useless rank and the power crush someone's skull with his bare hands.

So what was a guy to do? Arty started doing bodyguard work all over the galaxy, high risk clients that paid big. Not as much action as when he was in the military but maybe it was better that way. Eventually he started branching into private investigation. That's how he started working with C-Sec on the citadel. Now, they didn't necessarily like him but they couldn't deny he had a knack for cracking skulls and an eye for overlooked details. And Arty found that he was relying more on them too as his clientele got increasingly pompous and condesending, Arty found it harder to get work. People tend to not want to hire the person that kicks them into the pool. So Arty was pleasantly surprised when the job offer for a fancy taskforce showed up in his inbox. With a cool name as well, Kingslayer. Hell, he might just have to join.

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I feel like he's super old, always playing 20's jazz and talking about "The War".

Mass Effect: Kingslayer

Arthur 'Arty' Dow

Arty

QUOTE Like my old man always said, if you can swing your way into a pot of shite, you can swing your way out of it. Or something to that effect...

PROFILE Full Name: Arthur Kirk Dow Date of Birth: May 12, 2157 Species: Human Gender: Male Age: 26 Occupation: Private Security/Freelance Investigator Service Rank: Lieutenant Commander, Alliance Navy (Dishonorable Discharge) Profile: Adept Powers: Barrier Warp Throw Lift Belongings: Striker Pistol Custom Made Brawling Gloves (Knuckles reinforced with stunner tech) A silver cigar case labeled 'The East Street Cigar Shop' Bluewire Omni-Tool Role: Professional Distraction (But the bosses insist on calling it 'Security Expert')

PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE

At first glance, Arty might seem like a friendly if slightly boastful Scot with an inclination for puffing on cigars and enjoying a good sparring match. And while Arty is indeed all of those things, his career has made him far more observant than he appears. A useful skill to have in the world of private security and investigation. Arty's friendly nature also lends itself to social situations and his less than stellar background has given him experience navigating the criminal world as well as the ones that saintly law abiding citizens live in.

However he does have a bit of a nasty inferiority complex, which is why he's in the private sector now and lord knows his temper has costed him a contract or too. Arty cannot stand those who talk down to him in any way and will gladly take some time to set the record straight with the offending individual. More often than not in a violent manner. Despite this, he cares deeply for the people whom he considers friends and will go out of his way to protect those who are innocent in his eyes.

DETAILED HISTORY

Arthur Kirk Dow was born on May 12, 2157 on a small farm just a few miles outside of Saint Abbs, Scotland. His family, which consisted of his father and two sisters, raised a variety of animals but primarily included sheep. Arthur had a relatively normal childhood, the life of a scottish farm boy wasn't too bad. Even from a young age, he liked to scrap with the other kids. Especially the ones who made fun of him for being a farmer, or having less money. He liked to bloody their noses real good. But his whole life would change when at age 13 on a routine visit to the doctor, he was discovered to have biotic potential.

Arty was given the choice between toiling away as a farm boy for the rest of his life or learn to lift objects with his mind and travel the stars. Images of the richer kids sneering at him flashed through his mind. It wasn't much of a choice at all, really. Arty left Earth and trained with the Systems Alliance military, learning to control his newfound power. It wasn't easy but Arty had a certain hunger that the other biotic kids didn't. He especially excelled in the martial arts portions of his training, combining his biotics and knowledge of fighting to turn into a devastating force of nature even as a teenager. He completed his training at age 17, being formally transitioned into the military as an Ensign. A little young, but the alliance military had already sunk 4 years of training into Arty and they wanted to make it count.

Arty spent the next two years shadowing his superiors, learning about ships and warfare. Occasionally they even let him go on a patrol. He was restless, ready to fight. He spent long hours training, trying to work off the aggression that the alliance nurtured in him. Then the Skyllian Blitz happened and Arty got the action he so craved. The ship he was serving on responded to the distress call and they jumped from a nearby system directly into the fight. It was the first time he had seen any real combat, firing at pirate cruisers soaring past their ship. He was able to shoot down half a dozen ships that day and was promoted to Lieutenant, Junior Grade for his effort. In Arty's mind, this was the real start of his career.

He spent the next few years jumping between campaigns, hunting down the pirates that attacked Elysium. He was transferred to a marine shock unit as a biotic warrior and truly learned the meaning of fighting in the frontline, covered in dirt, piss, and blood. It was in these close fights with the batarians where Arty really developed his style of fusing biotic power and martial arts together. At the end of 2178, Arty is promoted to Lieutenant and is assigned as the executive officer of a reconnaissance company conducting operations at the edge of the Attican Traverse. The missions the company conducted were some of the most dangerous Arty had been on. In deep space and far away from any Alliance reinforcements, he came to rely on his men immensely, as he knew they relied on him.

Then one mission went bad. Just one misstep by the commanding officer and BOOM. The CO's head was on the floor and Arty was suddenly in charge of getting them off planet alive. But they were surrounded and upon radioing command, they informed him that he had received a battlefield promotion to Lieutenant Commander. Not that he would be alive to enjoy the promotion much longer. But somehow, through quick thinking, extremely violent means, and sheer luck, Arty and the majority of his men managed to get off world and escape the system. They returned back to alliance space after a long tour to receive awards. They were survivors, heroes. But as Lieutenant Commander Arthur Dow stood at attention to receive his medal, the admiral pinning it on him said to no one in particular.

"You know, if the command team didn't have some country bumpkin leading the way, more marines would have made it out alive."

Then before Arty knew it, he had blasted the admiral across the room and was being wrestled to the ground by security. They threw him in the brig for a few months to let him stew. The admiral had a dozen broken ribs but survived. Which was frankly a miracle. Arty figured it was over for him. A stunt like that was an easy twenty years in a military prison. But it seemed he had some friends in high places and maybe just a little luck, because all they did was kick him out with nothing but a now useless rank and the power crush someone's skull with his bare hands.

So what was a guy to do? Arty started doing bodyguard work all over the galaxy, high risk clients that paid big. Not as much action as when he was in the military but maybe it was better that way. Eventually he started branching into private investigation. That's how he started working with C-Sec on the citadel. Now, they didn't necessarily like him but they couldn't deny he had a knack for cracking skulls and an eye for overlooked details. And Arty found that he was relying more on them too as his clientele got increasingly pompous and condesending, Arty found it harder to get work. People tend to not want to hire the person that kicks them into the pool. So Arty was pleasantly surprised when the job offer for a fancy taskforce showed up in his inbox. With a cool name as well, Kingslayer. Hell, he might just have to join.

Mass Effect: Kingslayer

Hey, super interested if there is still room!