[hider=Profile Reconstruction Valok Three-Eyes]

[b]Name:[/b] Ka’Birheil Valok “Three-Eyes”

[b]Race:[/b] Batarian

[b]Gender:[/b] Male

[b]Age:[/b] 38

[b]Class:[/b] Soldier

[b]Appearance:[/b] [img=http://www.blogcdn.com/www.joystiq.com/media/2008/03/sexy-batarian.jpg]

[b]Personality:[/b] Vocal in his hatred of the Alliance, and sounding as a typical Batarian with a deep, guttural voice, Valok comes across to humans as most Batarians do, simmering with hatred that threatens to boil over during even the mildest of arguments. When not decrying the Alliance for its sins and humanity for their obvious inferiority to the Batarian race, Valok can be as charming as the next Batarian, able to have easy banter with others and capable to work as part of a team, although that is mostly in a leadership role. Not one to follow another easily, Valok will only do so to those he deems respectable enough to deserve the honour of leading others in battle, or peace.

While he does hate the Alliance and humanity, he does respect some of them, most of all the Marines and Navy for their daring and adaptability, but only selected figures of them. Brave grunts who try to hold the line alone while their comrades retreat is not something he values, while those who help the injured back while trying to provide cover are worthy opponents. He has seen the Alliance’s best in battle, and was soundly beaten, while others have been less than impressive to him, the same as any other race in all honesty. 

As a habit that his father impaired upon him, Valok will take trophies from worthy kills, a trinket of some sort, something that belonged to the one he killed. Alliance Marines all had dog-tags which became something of a favourite between his piratical raids, and he has seven of these attached to a gold band on his wrist, the clinks reassuring to him as he displays them during even the most basic stroll down a street. Kills that haven’t given him anything of value to claim are marks on his armour with a single red dash on his chest plate, eleven of these decorate his chest, standing out against the dark grey armour.

[b]Background:[/b] Born 2140 CE, Valok spent his youth on Khar’shan, learning from his father and uncles who had long ago established themselves as slavers and raiders, the deep-rooted thoughts of the Batarian people was set in his mind, that anything with less than four eyes was inferior in all things, that the way of the Batarian people was the right way, that slavery was essential to survival. His youth was spent learning combat skills, from field-stripping a weapon to emergency first-aid, he was beaten, to toughen his mind, he was tutored in how to best implant a cranial slave device to truly get a deft hand at being a slaver, he was shot to teach him the pain that can accompany a slaver for life, and most importantly he was imprinted with the Batarian’s way of life being the only way of life. His body has more scars and marks on it that most slaves do, the same as his father and his uncles, all to remind him that the Hegemony was right, and slavery was the way forward. It did not take long to foster a mild hatred of all things not Batarian, be they people or equipment, if it wasn’t Batarian, then Valok did not have it. He followed his father’s steps, accompanying him on those raiding operations that the Hegemony kept its distance from while discreetly funding the operations. In 2165 CE, the Alliance began aggressively colonised worlds that the Batarians had been looking to for years, Valok felt his passionate hatred of humans grow immensely, as a world that he had hoped to settle on himself was colonised by the Alliance. This hatred festered within Valok for years to come, and he spent his time raiding Alliance frontier worlds, as well as the occasional Council world.

It would be 2170 CE when Valok finally met the Alliance’s troops during a massive raid against a farming world called Mindoir, they had almost finished up the raid when the Marines set down on the world. Valok led the defence to hold the Marines in place, using heavy weapons and a mixture of lightning strike-like attacks to scatter the occasional massing of Alliance troops, and concentrated fire-patterns to keep the armour and air support of the Alliance at bay. During the fighting he watched as some of his troops slit the throats of human children in a bid to frighten the Marines, a foul trick that did not sit well with the Batarian, those he saw do such a deed did not survive long, as he cut their own throats for acting without his permission. Child slaves brought in a small fortune, easier to train that their older counter-parts, and every child killed was a punch in their pocket. In truth he disliked using children as a weapon, he had never even used children as a bargaining chip, he disliked threatening a man’s family to get what he wanted, and seeing them killed did no wonders about his own thoughts on his people. It was true that since the Hegemony had left the Citadel that the common Batarian image was that of a bloodthirsty thug, rather than the proud warriors they could be.

When most of the colonists had been enslaved and herded aboard their transports, Valok ordered the retreat, using automated weaponry to keep the fire on the Marines as they left for their own ships in orbit, it had been a largely successful raid, despite the occasional death of a slaver due to their own stupid actions, and Valok looked forward to the next one. The next raid was not to be for some time with Valok’s men, the money they had gained from the Mindoir raid kept them well-supplied and rather happy with their current situation. At this point however, the Hegemony had left the Citadel Embassy as the Council refused to help them against the Alliance, and with it the Batarians withdrew from the Verge altogether, preferring the Terminus Systems over Council-space. It was at this time that the Hegemony planned the “random pirate” attack against the Alliance, a dozen worlds were chosen until Elysium was picked as the world to fall before their assault. It would take years before the Batarian-backed pirates were ready, supported by dozens of Batarian slaver gangs and pirate group, Skyllian Blitz began in earnest. During the Blitz, Valok lead a charge through one of a dozen breaches in the colony’s defences, and suffered a terrible price for not truly respecting what a human fighting for his home can do. Valok lost his upper right eye to a shot from some civilian during the Blitz, the angle of the shot obliterated the orb that was his eye, but passed out the socket without doing damage to his brain, medics called him lucky to be alive, Valok took it as an insult, but with such an injury he wasn’t able to participate in the Blitz, even as the SSV Agincourt and her sister ships laid waste to the Batarian and pirate ships, Valok could see the assault had failed, the mix of Marines and militia had held the assault long enough for the Alliance to scramble reinforcements, and Valok watched as the remaining pirate/Batarian ships left Elysium to her owners and fled back to the Terminus.

Valok returned to Khar’shan to undergo treatment to try and salvage his eye, although there was little hope, but his spirit might not leave for the afterlife upon his death without an eye, so any chance was better than none, and in his mind all he could think of was it was another mark as to why the Batarians were right. His father and uncles moved to the moon of Torfan, to try and salvage something from the debacle that was the Blitz, they were there when the Alliance struck back, crushing the pirate base and slaughtering all before them. Valok raged for days at the Alliance, cursing their name and people, plotting for vengeance. He led a dozen raids against Alliance outposts, butchering Marines and colonist alike, leaving the children to fear them and spread their tales, but then Siame Industries appeared, contracted by the Alliance to secure the Traverse, Valok lost all but one ship, to an ambush mounted by the SI forces, and even that ship was barely more than a powered wreck. Limping to Omega, Valok sold what remained as scrap, had what remained of his crew to do as they wished, he had another plot to plan, another target to see dead. Siame Industries had cost him his revenge, just a couple more raids and he could’ve lived like a king, but now his ships were gone, his crews dead, all thanks to some Asari with money to spare on a fleet.

He tried to gather another ship and crew together to cause issues with the Siame Industries, but none would take his claim of wealth and riches, even the Blood Pack wouldn’t support him, nor the Blue Suns or Eclipse who outright refused to even speak with him, and once more Valok cursed his luck, slumping down in Afterlife to drown his hatred. Then he heard the rumour, from a captain whose second had heard it from a friend’s wife who knew a Salarian who lived upon the station, the criminal underworld was reeling from Siame Industries tightening grip, and not all of it was going quietly.

With a glass eye set in his socket, and murder in his heart, Valok turned to Cartagena Station, where rumours spoke of a gathering of mercs, pirates, smugglers, thieves and just about every criminal genre hidden from the sun, rumours that spoke of action against Siame Industries. A chance of revenge, a chance to redeem himself in his own eyes, for failing to spot the ambush, for failing his crews. 

[b]Weapons:[/b] Terminator VI Assault Rifle (Batarian State Arms), purchased from the credits earned from slavery runs.
Two Judgement IV Pistols (Batarian State Arms), purchased as a pair, a gift from his father on the day of his return from the Mindoir raid.
Two Wrist-Mounted Retractable Blades, custom-built into his armour, slave runs to claim vorcha had led to vicious close combat, which he had not been truly prepared for, the two blades can be unleashed when Valok clenches his fist/fists. 

[b]Armour:[/b] Medium Partisan/Skirmish Armour V (Batarian State Arms)

[b]Power:[/b] Concussive Shot, Immunity, Adrenaline Surge, Combat Mastery

[b]Talents:[/b] Assault Rifle, Pistol, Combat Armour, Assault Training, Fitness
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