Vilhelm

The Continental

What Heat said. *Sagenod* Also holy shit I -just- realized that I wound up in your Mass Effect RP, Heat. XD

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Tasi laid prone on a roof some three buildings from Hergon's Dive, rifle settled neatly beside him- Scope currently detached and in his hands as he peered through it, the thermals giving him a fairly decent idea of who was inside and what was going on through the walls- Though of course, everything was a touch fuzzy. Omega was, after all, a rather hot place. Still, it was enough- And various V.Is helped to identify who was who. Some humans, an Asari, a Krogan, a Turian... And a Quarian. Normally that fact alone might have been enough to cause Tasi to simply turn around and leave, but he'd already taken payment for this job... Well, the advance pay, at least. Leaving wasn't an option yet. That didn't, however, mean he would be going inside.

He was just too wary for that.

Instead, he pulled up his omnitool, a swift bit of typing opening up a comm channel to only those identified as the other mercenaries here on the same invitation as him. Assuming none of them hung up, it would include the lot of them. Tasi didn't waste time speaking.
"Hello, fellow mercenaries and bounty hunters... Or whatever else your employs might be. My name is Tasi, and I get the sense our employer isn't in there with you yet. So, would somebody mind terribly if I borrowed their suits cameras a moment and had a look around? If it helps, I promise not to hack the rest of your suit in the process. I just want to get an idea of who all is in there... Well, beyond hazy outlines."

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

Tasi

Name:
"Tasi" (Quarian word for 'No one'.)

Age:
37

Species:
Quarian

Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Tasi stands short even for a Quarian, at just over 5'2", and it makes his slight build even more noticeable next to more broadly built races, such as humans- And especially beside Krogan. However, it is clear he is in outstanding condition- Seen only through his actions, however, as, like any Quarian, he's never really had his suit off long enough for somebody to get a look at any musculature he may possess.

Occupation:
Bounty Hunter

Class:
Infiltrator

Powers:
Tactical Cloak
Cryo, Incendiary, Concussive, and Disruptor ammo
Sticky Grenades

Weapons:
Black Widow Sniper Rifle, with an extended barrel and thermal scope.
M-9 Tempest, with ultralight materials and an upgraded magazine.

Armor/Apparel -
Gear is as seen in the appearance image. Functionality wise, it works the same as any Quarian envirosuit- Meant mostly to protect him from infection. However, it's made of extra lightweight materials, and lacks any hard-plate armoring, keeping him as quick and mobile as possible. His shields aren't particularly strong in general, but use cyclonic tech, requiring less power to deflect incoming threats- Evening out the problem.
He wears the cloak mostly out of personal style choice, the garment itself having no real use aside from looking- In his opinion- cool. However, his -tactical cloak-, is of much higher quality than most, holding a rather large duration- Though, like any other, it deactivates once he engages in more... Violent activities. His helmet visor is pitch black, not even allowing the usual glow of his eyes to shine through- Making his emotions rather hard to read, for those not versed in body language.

Equipment:
Outside of his weapons, he doesn't carry much equipment, staying as light as possible. As stated, he uses cyclonic barriers for his shielding, and has a high-powered tac-cloak. Otherwise, he holds only his belt, which can contain two grenades, a small pouch of medigel, and a total of four thermal clips, each slot for the clips acting as a heat drain, to allow re-use soon after they fill up, making running out of ammo a very small problem for him.

Personality:
Tasi is, in public, quiet, grim, and occasionally allows a sense of dry, fairly dark humor to slip through. This doesn't change by a lot in private, aside from the humor coming up a little more. However, it is clear that he is intensely loyal to anybody he -does- consider a friend, to a fault. The problem is -making- friends. He seems to try and avoid it- Especially with other Quarians.

Bio:
Tasi started out perfectly normal as a Quarian. Talented and smart, friendly, loyal- All the qualities that made him a decent guy to be around. However, trouble started for him on his Pilgrimage. It went well at first, with him striking out across the stars in search of something interesting to bring home to his kin. But then he began to run into more and more trouble. Young and naive, he was often tricked, put into compromising situations. On more than one occasion he nearly died- Either from gunfire or infection. And when he -finally- returned home, after two rather grueling years, the gift he brought only carried more trouble. There was no way for him to have known- He was tricked into believing it was an interesting part from an old ship, in need of study. But in reality, it carried a virus. Thankfully, it never made it into the Quarian population as a whole- But it did result in the deaths of two of his kin on his own small vessel. In the end, he was ruled innocent, tricked as he was. But the guilt drove Tasi to abandon his birth name- Which even he has forgotten now, after so many years- and go into self-imposed exile from the fleet, traveling as a bounty hunter, gradually gaining experience, gaining skill- And learning the harsh ways of the world.

Mass Effect: Omega's Finest

So, hoping this -is- still open. Made meself a li'l Quarian. :3

Tasi

Name:
"Tasi" (Quarian word for 'No one'.)

Age:
37

Species:
Quarian

Gender:
Male
Appearance:

Tasi stands short even for a Quarian, at just over 5'2", and it makes his slight build even more noticeable next to more broadly built races, such as humans- And especially beside Krogan. However, it is clear he is in outstanding condition- Seen only through his actions, however, as, like any Quarian, he's never really had his suit off long enough for somebody to get a look at any musculature he may possess.

Occupation:
Bounty Hunter

Class:
Infiltrator

Powers:
Tactical Cloak
Cryo, Incendiary, Concussive, and Disruptor ammo
Sticky Grenades

Weapons:
Black Widow Sniper Rifle, with an extended barrel and thermal scope.
M-9 Tempest, with ultralight materials and an upgraded magazine.

Armor/Apparel -
Gear is as seen in the appearance image. Functionality wise, it works the same as any Quarian envirosuit- Meant mostly to protect him from infection. However, it's made of extra lightweight materials, and lacks any hard-plate armoring, keeping him as quick and mobile as possible. His shields aren't particularly strong in general, but use cyclonic tech, requiring less power to deflect incoming threats- Evening out the problem.
He wears the cloak mostly out of personal style choice, the garment itself having no real use aside from looking- In his opinion- cool. However, his -tactical cloak-, is of much higher quality than most, holding a rather large duration- Though, like any other, it deactivates once he engages in more... Violent activities. His helmet visor is pitch black, not even allowing the usual glow of his eyes to shine through- Making his emotions rather hard to read, for those not versed in body language.

Equipment:
Outside of his weapons, he doesn't carry much equipment, staying as light as possible. As stated, he uses cyclonic barriers for his shielding, and has a high-powered tac-cloak. Otherwise, he holds only his belt, which can contain two grenades, a small pouch of medigel, and a total of four thermal clips, each slot for the clips acting as a heat drain, to allow re-use soon after they fill up, making running out of ammo a very small problem for him.

Personality:
Tasi is, in public, quiet, grim, and occasionally allows a sense of dry, fairly dark humor to slip through. This doesn't change by a lot in private, aside from the humor coming up a little more. However, it is clear that he is intensely loyal to anybody he -does- consider a friend, to a fault. The problem is -making- friends. He seems to try and avoid it- Especially with other Quarians.

Bio:
Tasi started out perfectly normal as a Quarian. Talented and smart, friendly, loyal- All the qualities that made him a decent guy to be around. However, trouble started for him on his Pilgrimage. It went well at first, with him striking out across the stars in search of something interesting to bring home to his kin. But then he began to run into more and more trouble. Young and naive, he was often tricked, put into compromising situations. On more than one occasion he nearly died- Either from gunfire or infection. And when he -finally- returned home, after two rather grueling years, the gift he brought only carried more trouble. There was no way for him to have known- He was tricked into believing it was an interesting part from an old ship, in need of study. But in reality, it carried a virus. Thankfully, it never made it into the Quarian population as a whole- But it did result in the deaths of two of his kin on his own small vessel. In the end, he was ruled innocent, tricked as he was. But the guilt drove Tasi to abandon his birth name- Which even he has forgotten now, after so many years- and go into self-imposed exile from the fleet, traveling as a bounty hunter, gradually gaining experience, gaining skill- And learning the harsh ways of the world.

EDIT-Dear me, I forgot.

Spectre

The Continental

Meant to put the character in here for approval, sorry. >.< Anyhow, felt the RP might make use of a crazy guy who likes to pick sides on a whim. Maybe he'll fight for management one day, then against it the next. Depends on how his coffee tasted thismorning.

The Continental

James Wight

Summary:

James is, more or less, an "Old School" fan, in the world of assassination. Knives, swords, and hand-to-hand style killing being his most... Notable, talents, though he's a half-way decent shot with firearms as well, necessary for any assassin with a reputation. It should also be noted that he takes a good deal of enjoyment not only from his work, but from meddling in the affairs of others. It isn't uncommon for him to just... Show up out of nowhere, seated on a crate or atop a wall, and start up some vague, less-than-helpful conversation, subtly pushing people towards some end or another, then vanishing without a trace. Most of the time, these chats also include him tossing a severed head or two to his new 'friend' in a bag. Often meaning free contract money for them.

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Appearance

James is hard to miss in a crowd, truthfully. Standing at 6'2", with a lithe build brought on by working his profession so well for so long, and holding fairly handsome features,- If somewhat clearly reaching middle age- he makes for a distinctive figure. Silvery-grey eyes are rarely seen without a sly grin of some sort, particularly when he's working... Or trying to manipulate people. He's fairly riddled with scars under whatever suit he may be wearing at any time, the number suggesting a long life of experience in the field- But not quite so many as to suggest he wasn't capable of ducking when somebody shot at him.

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1. How old are you?
Forty eight.

2. Tell me about your family life. Are you parents still alive? Who raised you? Siblings? What do they do?
.... Non-existent. Parents dead, brother decapitated. And no, it wasn't by me.

3. Explain your closest relationships, especially those that you've dated or courted, or those who you never want to see again. (We all have 'em.)
To hear tell from any of those past courtships you mentioned, I'm an emotionally unavailable man-whore who manipulates people to my own ends and calls them friends. Unfortunately, I agree with them. As to people I never want to see again... Well, they're all dead and buried, now aren't they? Except Tom. That little shit never dies.

4. What social class are you from? How has that shaped who you are?
Middle class. I never starved and had some nice things, but I was hardly spoiled, either. Just taught me to be stingy with what I do have.

5. How did you get started doing what you do now?
I killed my brothers killer. An assassin whom shant be named here took note and... Nudged me in the right direction.

6. Who is your greatest hero or inspiration?
Hitler inspired me not to kill millions of people unless I wait a few days between every dozen or so. Does that count?

7. What precious personal items do you carry with you always?
I have a knife from my brother. Totally useless in a fight, but I like it. And a necklace from my mother. Purely sentimental, both of them- Necklace being a bloodstone carved wolf.

8. How do religion and prophesy play into your life?
No.

9. What do you feel about myth and legend?
I find them interesting, and I enjoy toying with the thought that all lies are based in truth....

10. Tell me about your dealings with the military.
Well, I slaughtered somebody for a low-ranking soldier with barely any money once. But that's about it.

11. Tell me about your run-ins with the law.
I've spent my fair amount of time in and out of cells, though usually for something less than murder. Like public intoxication. Mostly in my younger days, mind.

12. Who is your greatest confidant?
My cat, Tibbles.

13. Tell me about someone in your past you'd prefer to avoid. Who, and why?
Tom. Again, the little shit never dies. I've stabbed him, shot him, cut off his -bloody arms-, and KICKED HIM OVER A GODS DAMNED BUILDING. He. Wont. Die. I swear if I find him at -one more- D&D game I'm -actually- cutting off his arms.

14. When you finally leave this life (hopefully a long time from now), what do you want to have been known for?
Absolutely nothing. I want to be not-so-fondly remembered by three or four people and leave it at that.

15. You see a large bar of gold sitting in the street, and no one else seems to notice it. You think you have a moment before anyone else sees. What do you do?
Take it. Obviously.

16. Which side of the bed do you roll out of? How come?
Left, because the right side is against a wall.

17. Of the following choices, choose one at the expense of the rest: WEALTH. POWER. RESPECT. WISDOM. STRENGTH. LOYALTY. FAME. Wisdom. Knowledge is power, after all.

18. Tell me about your recent history.
No. Okay, maybe. I woke up thismorning, walked out my front door, got in my car, drove to a bar, and then somebody strange started drilling me with questions about my life. That recent enough?

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Miscellaneous Notes

He's a bit of a wine-o, loves classic muscle cars and jazz, and is not-so-secretly addicted to playing D&D and online roleplaying forums. You'd think being an assassin would be enough, but oh no. He's gotta spend time as a bloody space pirate, too.

The Continental

Just noticed this suddenly got posts! There still room for a fifth in here? ^^;

Game of Thrones - a Song of Ice and Fire

Hey, apologies Sini, but it appears I won't be able to join after all. ^^; An old friend just dragged me into another RP in PMs, and that about fills up what I'm capable of handling at one time. If I find the space to join this later on, though, you'll be hearing from me. ^^

Game of Thrones - a Song of Ice and Fire

Should I take that as a go-ahead to the character idea, then? XD

Game of Thrones - a Song of Ice and Fire

Holy hell this looks complicated, but also really bloody interesting. If this is, by chance, still accepting, might I play a sellsword with a tendency to hop from house to house? Possibly the last surviving heir of a non-cannon house gone rogue, for depth's sake.