Fandom Mass Effect: Tales from the Citadel {Persons of Interest}

[DiamondJack]

Alright, here's what I need out of you for your character. You can pretty it up all you want but in no specific order I need:

Name:
Sex:
Age:
Race:
Appearance: {Description and/or picture}
Occupation:
Background: {Can be as brief or as detailed as you want}
Equipment: {Anything your character carries day to day}
Anything Else: {Other various information}

 

[CaptainSully]

⦿ Aliases: Robin Hood
⦿ Age: 25
⦿ Gender: Male
⦿ Height: 6'1"
⦿ Weight: 235lbs | Toned Build
⦿ Nationality: Welsh
⦿ Race: Human

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⦿ Occupational History:
• Former Alliance Military
• Former Mercenary Technological Expert
• Current Pet Shop Owner and Vigilante

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⦿ Talents:
• Technological Genius - Robert has a true affinity for all things technology and could create a super computer with a few bits of wire and a potato. While an exaggeration, it is the only way to truly represent his skill with technology. He has accessed the most secure of C-Sec files, stolen money from corporate bank accounts without a trace and has never found a door he can't open.

• Combat Experience - His combat capability is only outshone by his expertise with technology. He is as accurate as most with fire arms and is very capable with his hands if need be. However, he much prefers the quieter approach when it can be helped. Too much bloodshed leaves a trail he can't get away from.

• From the Streets to the Stars - His rough upbringing meant that he spent a lot of his childhood running and fighting. It has steeled him and taught him to always be aware of his surroundings. In addition to this, he can quickly switch from fun loving to serious business in a moment if need be. This is particular useful when things don't go as planned.

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⦿ Equipment:
• Skeleton Key - Robert has christened his omni-tool the skeleton key. It was a military issue omni-tool he acquired on Omega and has heavily modified since.

• Ultimate Key - The Skeleton Key does what it's name implies, it opens locked doors and systems. Simple doors and systems can be opened instantly while more heavily encrypted versions can take some time. However, he has not come across a door or system he has been unable to open yet.

• Hadrian's Wall - Named after the wall that kept the Romans out of Scotland, this omni-shield is capable of taking heavy punishment. With a size and aesthetic design similar to that a Roman Legionary sheild, Robert can provide himself with an instant layer of cover he might otherwise not have.

• Standard Omni-Tool Features - All the standard features of an omni-tool are present in the Skeleton Key. ​

• Nomad Armour - Armour isn't necessarilly the best word for this given it is only capable of absorbing small amounts of small arms fire before breaching. However, much like his omni-tool, Robert has modified the armour heavily. In addition, the helmet provides live details of those within it's view through a HUD. An inbuilt VI scans for lifesigns as well as any devices on them to provide up to date and personal information. Various filters feature in the visor to resist flash grenades including his own supernovas. He only wears this when he needs to get his hands dirty.

• Ghost - The armour features a highly advanced VI that hacks all camera equipment within a hundred metre radius and manipulates it in real time so that they are unable to see Robert. This also has the benefit of affecting weapons targetting including turrets and synthentics. In addition to this, the armour features a military grade tactical cloak.

• Monomolecular Wrist Blades - Within the armours gauntlets are a pair of extending blades capable of cutting through all known infantry level armour.

• The Shield - While the Nomad Armour is weak physically, the shield it provides is capable of taking sustained damage for a period of time that is more akin to medium armour. ​

• Arsenal - In the basement of his shop is a secret room where he conducts the majority of his vigilante business. This room is also where he stores his arsenal of weapons.

• x2 M-358 Talon Pistols - Given his reliance of a more stealthy approach, he utilises pistols more than heavier weapons. His two Talon's are customised to feature extended magazines, heavier barrels and an overall reduced weight. They have also been painted black.

• M96 Mattock - Mostly used to take down heavier enemies, the Mattock usually finds its way out when Robert knows merc groups are involved. It features the same modifications as the Talon Pistols but also features a precision scope.

• Supernovas - Grenades with no risk of directly killing someone, they emit a light brighter than the hottest sun. Even with eyes shut they are capable of disorientating those unfortunate to experience them. They do not cause any permanent damage although it can take several minutes to fully recover from the full exposure of one of the grenades.​

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⦿ Personality:
Most people who spend their childhood fighting grow to be aggressive and struggle to get away from that constant surge of adrenaline. Robert on the other hand is capable of functioning normally whether at a party or a warzone. While people may view him as a slight bit crazy for it, he is far from it. He is an open and friendly person who joined the Alliance to protect those who can't protect themselves. Even after everything that happened including his time on Omega, he still has an outwardly positive attitude. That being said, he has no hesitation in bringing down the most powerful people of the Citadel if they are taking advantage of their position. He has seen too many people suffer at the hands of corrupt people to let it go and so he deals with them and their accomplices with zero tolerance.

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⦿ Background:
Robert grew up with a loving family but in one of the poorest areas of the United Kingdom. For all the love his parents gave him he would leave the house and have to walk a battlefield of bullies, muggers and drug users just to get to school. In his early years he spent much of his time running but as he grew older his confidence soon did too. He began to stand up to the bullies of his school dishing out as many beatings as he took himself. It helped him to build his character but to also give him enough of a reputation that things became easier for him.

In regards to school, Robert's intelligence was regarded as far above his peers. He showed an aptitude for technology in particular that meant by the time he was twelve he had surpassed the knowledge of his teacher. Through self teaching and advanced classes he continued to develop his technical know how. However, for all his intellect he was also a capable athlete. While he didn't excel in any one sport or have any really hope of being a professional in any, he still represented the school in a multitude of sports. For him this was the highlight of his childhood.

After completing school and following in the tradition of his family, Robert joined the alliance military during which time he saw a large amount of combat. He was often involved in escort mission in heavily pirated areas along with some colony security. During his fourth year of service he was sent to remove pockets of Blue Suns mercenaries supposedly set up on a moon near an Alliance colony. Upon arrival his squad set about systematically wiping out the supposed Mercs. It was a massacre that ended within half an hour. During the clean up Robert discovered that the primarily Batarian group were in fact peaceful settlers. There was no blue sun insignias, no uniforms, just people looking for a place to live. He questioned his commanding officer who said that it was all a front, a claim Robert struggled to believe.

Upon returning to his base he set about using his technical skills to hack into his commanding officers personal e-mails. His initial doubts were realised as an encrypted e-mail trail from a major mining corporation proved that the officer has been taking payments to clear the moon for mining. Before he could raise this through the appropriate channels he was arrested by military police for the murder of the settlers. His commanding officer, concerned by Robert's questions, had taken the initiative in blaming the young man. Unfortunately for Robert, the squad were fully aware of the officers activities and so he was thrown to the wolves alone.

After a month of waiting for a court date Robert was loaded into a transport to start proceedings, he never arrived at the courthouse. The officer sent a group of his cohorts and attacked the transport under the guise of pirates. Upon arriving they set about killing whoever they came across, showing the same ruthlessness they had with the settlers. During the firefight Robert managed to convince one of the guards to let him help. For a time he did what he could to help they were heavily outgunned and outnumbered. Trapped in a room with the guard who had let him out, Robert made a last stand.

While keep their eyes on the door a grenade rolled into the room before detonating. With the small size of the room both were easily caught in the blast. Robert was launched back against the wall and fell limp to the floor, his face bleeding heavily. The guard was less fortunate, falling to the floor with a large piece of a nearby table wedged firmly in his face. The assailants made for the room but with reports of Alliance ships approaching instead evacuated. Robert awoke moments later, his vision in one eye compromised by the blood pouring from his head. He managed to collect together a few items before reaching an escape shuttle.

For days Robert flew his shuttle before being picked up by a black market trader heading to Omega. This is where Robert called home for two years. He made an immediate name for himself by utilising his computer skills to bring down criminals of all statures as a mercenary technological expert. He was so well known that he was granted an audience by Aria T'Loak who promised to leave him to his business as long as he left her to hers. Given his situation the choice was an obvious one and so he kept his distance. In the following year Robert began to realise the futility of what he was doing. For every gang leader he bankrupted and every assassin he outed, there would be another three to take their place. It was then he decided to go to the only place more corrupt than Omega, the Citadel.

With his skills he created the identify of Robert Cadogan, leaving his old name behind. He arrived at the Citadel to a shop he had purchased with the vast sums of money he had collected in Omega. The shop was called Planetary Pets and dealt in all manners of animals. Next door to the shop was the Lost & Found bar which was run by a Drell who went by the name of Osayo Koot. This did not happen by chance. Roberts intention was not to simply run a shop but to try to single handedly bring down the most corrupt people on the Citadel. The benefit of a bar was that he could easily befriend anyone and after a few drinks, learn all the secrets he needed.

Since being on the Citadel he has outed over a dozen corrupt officials, bankrupting them and redistributing the proceeds to several of the charities on the Citadel. He leaves the gifts with the name of a famous character of Earth, Robin Hood. Given the fact the name of Robin Hood has risen up the Citadel's most wanted list is more a sign of how high the corruption goes more than anything else. Fortunately for him his hand crafted technology gives him an edge that allows him to remain undetected. That being said, in several instances where organised gangs have been involved, he has had to utilise his Alliance Military training in a combat capacity.

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⦿ Key Notes:
• Heavy Metal Obsession - Robert has an obsession with Heavy Metal, particularly that produced throughout the late 20th and early 21st century.

• Drink - He is by no means an alcoholic, but he does enjoy a good drink. Lager is his drink of choice..

• Sports - He could sit in the Lost & Found watching sports all day with ease. He loves football and rugby but also has a great interest in american football. He often jokes with non-humans about why the sport originating from the US is called football.

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[ThatGuyWithSouvlaki]

Name: Thalia T'Lock
Sex: Female
Age: 290
Race: Asari (turian father)
Class: Sentinel
Appearance:

Occupation: C-Sec Detective/Undercover agent
Equipment: M-5 Phalanx, Armali Council Nexus Omni Tool, Kassa Fabrication Polaroid biotic amp, Ornate backup dagger (mostly keepsake of her criminal days)
Background:

• Born in Sanves a colony in Asari space, a result of a one night stand between Turian mercenary and Asari busness woman in Illium.
• Lived a previleged upper class upringing with little in the way of needs and kept at a tight leash by her mothers family.
• A bored rebellous youth, ran from home when she was 200 and lived a nomadic life, getting involved with mercenaries and criminal gangs. Picked up an interest in tech and hacking during her time.
• A series of betrayels and near close call made her give up the criminal life and she returned to citadel space to make an honest leaving. Using family connection to get her criminal record ignored or looked on more favourably, she joined c-sec.
• Her experiences with the criminal underworld, talent in tech and capable intellegence meant that she rose through the ranks quickly.

 

[DiamondJack]

Auleus Indanian

Male Turian
36 Years Old
Spectre

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Officially Auleus' history and origins are very difficult to learn. He has gone through great lengths to limit people knowing anything about him in order to prevent any enemies of the council using his past against him. Now, off the record Auleus is from Palaven where his parents and sister live. Auleus was a top infiltrator in the Turian Military for 12 years before he caught the eye of the council. Auleus quickly accepted the offer presented to him and has since lived the life of a Spectre. After being dispatched to Illium to gather information on the Eclipse potentially shipping Red Sand to the Citadel. After a blood bath in a dark alley Auleus returned to the Citadel and has been tasked with something a tad more pedestrian. He's currently investigating corruption in C-Sec that may be keeping "Crucifix" from being found"

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Auleus keeps on him a Phaeston Assualt, an M-6 Carniflex, and a Krysae Sniper rifle. He also has an assortment of grenades and different Ammo types available.​

 

[The Silent Z]

Name:
Kifo Tiat
Sex:
Male
Age:
27
Race:
Drell
Appearance:

Occupation:
Assassin/Informant
Background:
Kahje, The hanar homeworld and now place the drell including Kifo now call home for some years now. Like many drell, Kifo was grateful for the hanars tentacle as it were in saving his people from dying out on their own homeworld. It led to some being chosen to be the protectors and trained assassins for the Hanar from a young age, a life a young biotic would soon undertake himself, Kifo was selected to further his training in bioitics while getting trained as a assassin where it would lead him down a path far and often away from the world of Kahje that Kifo Tiat called home.

Training on Kahje was a life that seemed ideal, not only was he selected for such a honor and chance to repay a debt. But so to was his closest friend Osayo, a girl of whom he developed a crush and perhaps deeper feelings then close friends would have over time. But the day she left without a goodbye atleast to him..... It made life on Kahje more difficult, the very place he called home and trained, was now the constant reminder of a friend he wasn't sure he'd ever see again not that he'd easily forget a memory, but some were more deeply intangled within his minds detailed memories. He heard rumblings of why she left least the desire to live a life outside of what was meant for her after selection and training, but it still didn't answer his greatest question..... Why not say goodbye?

The thought always played heavily on his mind, often leading to a heavier workload to try and bury the pain of loss and the nagging question left unanswered. A workload that kept him away from Kahje more often, even more then usual for assassins from the Hanar world. A day still doesn't go by where Kifo doesn't think of Osayo and their days of training together.....

Since then, Kifo has maintained a busy life full of targets that has seen him cross the milky way from one system to another outside of a few. The most popular location always seemed to be the citadel, the home of the council and where he would encounter a asari operative during some point in his past, Thalia, a worthy adversary that earned his respect and hopefully he earned hers as well, after all it was their encounters that led to not just respect but a working relationship that proved mutually beneficial..... Kifo would become her informant.

Thalia seemed to have a pretty good grasp on the underground network and how it operates.... It made him curious, but she did however and having a assassin for a informant does still have its advantages such as providing a insiders tabs on who may become a target and the latest info that would prove useful to her and may not yet have come to her attention. Kifo figured between the two of them, she had to be one of the most well connected C-Sec officers on the citadel.

Lately Kifo tends to spend much time on the citadel, keeps tabs on the underground and smoking his modern vape cig. He still takes on contracts but has placed a even greater restriction and thorough Intel requirement check on who hires him and the target themselves, wanting to keep as many innocents as possible off the targets list and further uphold his arrangement with Thalia. Now days, He spends his free time drinking some where or watching others go about their daily lives, wondering what life would be like if he weren't a assassin or perhaps had a family of his own or something beyond contracts and a reputation, not that he claimed to be the best, there was a saying he often uses to remind himself and to remain humble, " No matter your name and skill, there is always someone better.... even if you'll never admit it." But still he had a reputation around certain circles thanks to his training and number of kills. It was a hard life with few meaningful relationships to keep him feeling less alone


Equipment:
Charger (Sub-machine gun pistol) M-11 Supressor, M-92 Mantis, Omni Tool, Detonators, ammo packs, improvised first aid kit.
Anything Else:
Tends to drink and vape somewhat often
Carries a few knives up his left sleeve with the carving of his initials on the handle of each knife.
Looses himself in his memories often, both reminiscing and renewing the feel of regret and guilt. The faces..... They never leave and not all can Kifo say with one hundred percent certainty were truly in need of killing. Taking away someone's mother or father..... that was a heavy burden.

 

[BarakaisBae]

Name:
Osayo Koot

Sex:
Female

Age:
27

Race:
Drell

Occupation:
Bar Owner & Bartender


Background:
Osayo was one of a few Drell to be selected to become an assassin, something that most would consider an honour and even a blessing. After all, the Hanar were their saviours and this is the least they can do to repay them, right? At first, Osayo was just as excited to have been chosen, especially with her close friend Kifo training alongside her. But as the girl grew, she quickly found out how hard the life of an assassin could be and how she wouldn’t have much independence as one or be able to achieve her dreams of running a business. The thing that really bugged her above all else though was the killing part. Osayo knew most of the people she was hired to kill were “bad”, but their faces were forever burned into her memory and every detail of their final breath tore at her conscience. Murder was wrong and she didn’t want a part of it anymore.

The only thing that stopped her was her closest friend and fellow assassin Kifo, whom she had developed feelings for and didn’t want to leave. But after a particularly tragic and traumatic assassination she had to do, she couldn’t justify being an assassin anymore and thus, she quit.

Saying her family was disappointed in her is an understatement. The last night she spoke to her parents, many harsh words were said and Osayo had never seen anyone so angry in her entire life. They called her ungrateful and a disgrace and told her that she was no longer a part of their family, disowning her.

The female Drell left her home with only a few of her belongings and quickly left the planet without even saying goodbye to her friends or Kifo. Why? She assumed they’d hate her just as much as her family had for giving up on such a big opportunity and so decided to save herself from more painful memories.

Eventually, after saving her money for a few years, she finally was able to do what she’d always wanted to do and opened a bar in the Citadel, The Lost & Found. She spends a majority of her time there, overall happier with her choice of career but often times missing the family and friends she left behind

Equipment:
+M-3 Predator (keeps in a drawer behind where drinks are served)
+Dagger
+A Civillian Omni-Tool

Anything Else:
+Only has weapons in case there’s a robbery, a scuffle, or she’s otherwise in danger
+Trained in both hand-to-hand combat and knows how to fire a gun from her training
+Regrets every single kill she’s ever done
+While she doesn’t regret leaving, she often wonders what her life would’ve been like if she stayed​

 

[Sylvio]

Name: James Anders
Sex: Male
Age: 34
Race: Human
Occupation: Alliance Intelligence Field Agent

Background: James had a very standard upbringing on Earth and served as an Alliance marine in the colonies. He protected research bases and escorted cargo ships through the Attican Traverse. The real exciting work was boarding pirate ships and bases. He reached the rank of master sergeant and had his own squad on Eden Prime an things went down hill from there. The geth came and killed many of the colonists and his squad, James was by himself trying to survive the onslaught until reinforcements arrived. He was taken to interrogation back on Earth and had to answer questions of what he saw which included the reaper ship that was pretty hard to miss. He had seen it but never knew what it was. Because of his experience in the Attican Traverse and Eden Prime, James was made an intelligence agent and worked on ops for the Alliance. Many like him were tasked with sabotaging the geth in Alliance space. He was based in an asteroid base in Sentry Omega and killed many geth. After the attack on the citadel, James was reassigned to the Alliance Intelligence HQ in the citadel. Their new target was Cerberus and James’ job was to eliminate any Cerberus elements on the Citadel or anyone colluding against the Alliance.

Equipment:
M-3 Predator
Omni-tool w/ blade

 

[Epiphany]

Name: Charlotte Ambrose

Sex: Female

Age: 32

Race: Human

Appearance: Tall, blonde and athletic, Charlotte cuts a striking figure. She's typically dressed in civilian dresses or a nice blouse tucked into a pair of pants with a vest. Her hair gets pulled back into a pony-tail when she's expecting to do something athletic but otherwise she wears it loose over her shoulders. Charlotte speaks with an accent and has a rather clear, distinct mezzo-soprano voice.

Occupation: Reporter for the Alliance News Network (ANN)

Background: Born in Oxford, England during the 2150s, Charlotte was one of hundreds of babies born with biotic powers due to a series of starship accidents that dispersed element zero over populated areas. And like most of those babies, she was roped into the Biotic Acclimation and Temperance Training (BAaT) program in 2160 under the guise of teaching her how to avoid being a danger to those around her. The training under Turian biotics was brutal but the grueling work forged Charlotte, giving her a never-quit work ethic and military discipline along with highly developed Biotic powers.

By the time she was 18, Charlotte planned to enlist but was encouraged to spend several years training to be an officer. She was then attached to the SSV Hawking as a Biotic Specialist, commanding a Marine detachment which she supported (given Biotics were often used as a kind of Heavy Weapon element for tactical teams). Charlotte gained considerable experience in her first year of service against Batarian raiders and slavers angry at human expansion.

After a year of distinctive performance, the Captain of the SSV Hawking passed her file on to Interplanetary Combatives Training as a possible N7 candidate. Charlotte spent a year of training there, achieving an N5 rating before being attached to support N7 operations during the military counterattacks following the Skyllian Blitz. She was part of the Systems Alliance raid on Torfan in 2178. And the bloodshed she inflicted left her with no appetite for war anymore.

Charlotte opted not to finish the N7 program and served out the remainder of her duty tour as a trainer for Alliance Navy Biotics, and consulting on the early days of the Ascension Project before formally concluding her military service in 2180. Refitted with an L3 Implant, Charlotte took her military pension and went to the Citadel. She initially fished around C-Sec for work and interviewed with a friendly, surprisingly personable Asari named Thalia T'Lock. Over the course of their conversation, Charlotte realized she didn't really want a job that came with guaranteed violence. But she did leave with the Asari's number, which led to a series of dates and the first long-term relationship of her life.

In the meantime, a chance meeting with an Alliance News Network reporter led Charlotte to take correspondence courses in Journalism, followed by an internship with the Citadel's local branch of ANN. By 2182, Charlotte and Thalia married. Just after their honeymoon, Charlotte was hired by ANN as an entry-level reporter, cutting her teeth on the streets doing routine story followups, scheduled interviews and community color stories. Her polish under pressure and high xenotolerance led to a steady increase in responsibilities, leading her to join the ranks of ANN's Investigatory Reporters in 2184. For the last two years, she's been pursuing her own stories, following the facts to keep the public informed about the kinds of events certain people (generally criminals and politicans) didn't want reported on.

Equipment:
Kessa series Razer VII
Four mobile news camera drones

Anything Else:

Speaks fluent Asari (thanks to her wife) and Turian (thanks to her BAaT instructors)​

A huge fan of Oxford United F.C.​

 

[RayPurchase]

Name: Francis (Frank) Porter


Sex: Male


Age: 33


Race: Human


Appearance: {Description and/or picture}


With bright blue eyes, short dark brown hair, a chiselled jaw line and standing at a round 6’0, Frank is something of a poster boy for humans in the C-Sec (And given C-Sec’s losses in the Geth attack they could do with some poster boys). Despite having not been home for many years, his east London roots still shine through in his accent, still having that harsh cockney edge. If not in his service uniform, he’s normally found in casual wear, a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt being his go to look.

Occupation: Sergeant, Citadel Security


Background:


Frank was born and raised in East London, Earth. His parents were both members of the Metropolitan Police and proudly lower middle class. He left secondary education with a reasonable education, he was the first to admit that he wasn’t the smartest in class, but he did excel on the football pitch, something which combined with his affable personality put him in pretty good stead in the school’s social hierarchy. Leaving school he didn’t have the necessary grades for any decent university education, not that it interested him anyway. He essentially had two options, join the Met Police, or join the Systems Alliance Military. With the urge to see the world beyond the confines of the M25, he entered the recruitment office at the age of 18, and never looked back.


Passing out of basic training in the top 20% of his class, he was initially assigned to the SSV Waterloo, a Frigate based out in the Attican Traverse, primarily on anti-piracy patrol and operations. 6 years into his career, which had mostly consisted of minor operations, he was in the Mess with the rest of the Marine detachment of the SSV Waterloo when news hit of the attack on Elysium, the Skyllian Blitz. The Waterloo was soon redirected, and arrived in time to mop up the remaining pirate forces. His first taste of real action soon came with the attack of Torfan however. The raid on the Batarian held moon was bloody, and the Marines paid in blood for each of the entrenched strongholds. Corporal Porter’s squad was near enough slaughtered taking one such stronghold, out of the squad of 12, only Porter and 2 others survived to raise the Alliance flag on top of the bunker. As a result the survivors were awarded several citations, and mentioned in dispatches. The next few years resulted in a flurry of further promotions. And by the year 2183 rolled round he held the rank of Service Chief, still aboard the SSV Waterloo, stationed with the Fifth Fleet based at Arcturus Station. The SSV Waterloo took heavy damage in the battle for the Citadel, with crew losses of about 50%, all for saving the Council. Porter had no such qualms about this sacrifice, he had long bought into the idea of the galactic community. During his time with the military he had spent time with Turians, Salarians, Asari and even Volus, as well as spending shore leave with many more races. The way he saw it they weren’t all that different. Aside from Batarians… fuck Batarians.


Following the defeat of the Geth and the heavy losses inflicted on C-Sec, there was a recruitment push for recruits, especially amongst Humans. Porter had spent 13 years in the Alliance now, 13 years of different postings, stations and planets. The idea of a more permanent home beckoned, and in law enforcement, following in the footsteps of his parents. It certainly appealed. Not to mention the bonus they were paying to new recruits in this time of need. As a result, Porter was one of the new wave of humans to join C-Sec. Given his military history he was fast tracked to the rank of Sergeant, and has served at said rank for 2 years now. So far he’s loving the job, community policing at its finest. It took some time to gain the trust and respect of the already established officers, however his blend of professionalism and easy going nature easily helped him assimilate himself into their ranks.


Equipment:

Side Arm: M-5 Phalanx

C-Sec Issue Omni Tool


M-96 Mattock Assault Rifle (Not carried on patrol, only checked out when the operational parameters require it)


Anything Else:


Likes: IPAs

Classic Earth Rock Music

Leyton Orient FC (He reckons he’s definitely their number 1 fan off world)

 

[BarakaisBae]

Lula'Laam nar Honna

Sex:
Female

Age:
23

Race:
Quarian

Occupation:
Unemployed​

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Background:
Born aboard the Honna, Lula was both privileged and unfortunate enough to live on a ship with a large population. While this meant the ship had plenty of interesting people to interact with and was stable enough to support her, it also meant that the ship was rather cramped and didn't allow for much privacy, on top of the fact it meant more work for everyone aboard. The biggest issue however, was her seeming to lack a talent or skill she excelled at that would be objectively useful. Sure, she was a film fanatic, a dancer, and her ideas were plentiful yet creative, but she wasn't as tech savvy as her peers nor was she a 'handyman' of any kind. None of her natural talents seemed to be of much use and she found it difficult to have any confidence or self esteem because of this. Nonetheless, she was most known for her upbeat, positive attitude.

When it came time for her Pilgrimage, the young girl had become excited at the opportunity this presented for her. One, she would have the chance to go to a new ship and have a fresh start where she could be anyone she wanted to be rather than be permanently known as the dumb, useless girl. Two, this was the perfect opportunity to show she was useful and bring back something that would help her people. Finally, this was the one time she would be able to get away from the crowded Quarian ships and breathe as well as learn about cultures much different from her own. As a child, she'd dreamed of what it'd be like to live off ship and go on adventures just like her favourite characters did, and even as a young adult, her mind would wander to similar places.

It had been difficult saying goodbye to her parents and the friends she had on the Honna, knowing she was likely to never come aboard it again, but she couldn't help feeling excited about seeing the outside world for the first time. Of course, this excitement was quickly accompanied by fear when she finally did get a taste of the 'real' world.

While her family and the many vids she'd seen had warned her of the racism she'd face, it didn't quite prepare her for it. How could it? It became clear how romanticised it was in movies like 'Fleet and Flotilla' when everywhere she went, it seemed eyes were always on her, shops didn't let her inside, and restaurants refused to serve her. She'll never forget the first time she was called a 'sult-rat'. All she had done was go into a small store because she wanted to get some food pastes and as soon as she grabbed one, she was asked if "a suit-rat like her planned to pay for that". It wasn't the most extreme example of xenophobia that she'd seen, but it just hit her in the gut in that the man had just said it without anything truly provoking him and without any hesitation. It was made worse when it was clear no one in the store would stand up for her, making it evident that either everyone agreed with him or they just didn't care. It was the first time a hateful comment had made her cry and it just shook her to the core. Lula had always had a sensitive heart, so dealing with the hate she was getting was hard for her to handle.

She has tried not to let this dampen her spirits however, trying to keep a smile upon her face although no one would be able to tell the difference anyway. Lula remained focused on her goal of learning about the different species in the Milky Way, experiencing a different environment, and finding something worth bringing back to the fleet. She thought the best place to do all these things was on the Citadel, where she is currently staying at a hotel in the Silversun Strip while searching for a job to help support her while on her Pilgrimage, which can get expensive. Finding a job when most people consider you a pest or a thief or both is no easy task though.​

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Equipment:
-Brown, sling-on bag to carry her stuff
-A small sketchbook
-Food pastes
-Immunity-boosters
-Arc pistol
-A quilt from home (keeps in her room)
-A ton of movies (also keeps in her room)

Extra:
+If given positive attention, will become clingy and very talkative with whomever gave her said attention
+Scared of C-Sec and knows they will probably bring her in at some point for questioning, just because she's a Quarian
+Favourite film of all-time is surprisingly 'Starless'
+Has been on her Pilgrimage for about 2 and a half months. She left later than usual, as she caught a bad infection just before she was originally supposed to leave
+Curious and will ask a million questions about new things if allowed, fairly nosey
+Naive
+Hoping to learn a new skill that could prove useful on her new ship
+Standing still and listening to music is impossible for her
+A romantic at heart​