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Ken'Koris vas Yaska

[b]Race: [/b]
Quarian

[b]Call sign/ nickname: [/b]
Officially, it's Arrowhead, but he keeps telling people to call him 'Ken' instead.

[b]Age:[/b]
26

[b]Weight:[/b]
181 lbs, 82 kg.

[b]Height:[/b]
5'8

[b]Appearance:[/b]
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Sometimes he will wear a few buttons on his chest. These vary from Shepard-era recruiting campaigns to buttons picturing Tali'Zorah as Shepard's crew member or one of the many Flotilla spaceships. 

[b]Personality:[/b]
Ken'Koris is a very outgoing and sociable Quarian, always looking for the right moment to speak with others and make new friends, often quickly warming up to them and treating them like the family he never had just after a few weeks of knowing them. He attacks problems head-on, letting feelings guide his rational mind, effectively mixing the two and often coming out of problems in an ethical (yet sometimes brutal) way. His profession has many times led him to dangerous places and many near-death situations, which have bolstered his natural courage and inner strength. Oh, and he's also straight-forward. He's got repressed depression issues deep down ever since having to escape from his parents.

[b]Class:[/b]
Soldier.

[b]Powers:[/b]
Adrenaline Rush, Concussive Shot, Fitness, Combat Mastery, Disruptor Ammo, Incendiary Ammo, Grenade.

[b]Biography:[/b]
Born in 24 A.B.E to a family of stable position in the Homeworld due to their status as renowned mechanics, Ken'Koris always had whatever it is he needed. Brought up and educated to become the next big mechanic, Ken never really liked the dull and uninteresting long hours of tinkering with machines- Beings that didn't even speak or think. 

The prospects of having such a boring life in the future always turned Ken off, and he often managed to find ways to get himself into trouble- Fun trouble. Exploring, petting unknown creatures, disturbing swarms of insects. The kind of trouble that a kid could cause to have fun in a place where isolation from the Galaxy was the norm.So the years passed with Ken banding up with other kids to explore and play while he was free, and studying boring subjects while he was at home. Eventually, at the age of fifteen, Ken decided to let his parents know of his decision. He'd told them that he'd join the Quarian Army. Not because of any ideal, but because through all of his life, he had seen some dangers in his Homeworld. Dangers that had to be controlled if they would have a chance at living in peace. 

But his wish was denied. His parents, worried about his safety, prevented him from joining the army, crushing his dreams for the first time. A year passed, with Ken's resentment growing each day. When his sixteenth birthday came, he was fed up. Tired of being forced to study something he didn't even like, he escaped, and with the help of one of his friends, he managed to get a pass off-world in a not very trustworthy ship. The ship moved for days, stopping only when it needed to refuel or resupply in one or or another pirate station. 

Eventually he ended up in the Citadel, landing a job with a very shady man. The job was simple. He would stand in front of doors, carrying a pistol and pretending to protect whatever was behind. Surely, he never actually knew what was behind the doors, but it was a job that fed him and allowed him to rent a place. A meager living, poor and barely hygienic enough to not die of exposure... But it was a living nonetheless. 

it was in the Citadel that he came into contact with Galactic History, after going to a museum and finding out about Tali'Zorah and Shepard, and the many other crew members that helped save the Galaxy all those years ago. From that moment, he did whatever he could to get enough credits to start a small collection of relics of the ReaperInvasion and Shepard's bravery. Eventually they were the only possessions he had that he felt he was connected to. 

Weeks passed, months even, and everything was fine, until one fateful day, he heard screams, agonizing screams from behind the doors. Naturally, he was scared, wary, and after minutes of hearing the screams, when his partner went off into the restroom, he left. 

He was quick to contact his few friends and get a passage off the Citadel with whatever credits he had left, and returned to the Homeworld. 

It was easily a year after his original escape, and once he arrived, without meeting his parents, and never planning to, he was gladly accepted into the army. He went through boot camp, medicine classes, three years of outstanding service in field of Search & Destroy and Reconnaissance, two years in Spec Ops training, followed by three more years of outstanding field service as an Special Operative. 

His service gathered the attention of the Citadel Council, and he was discreetly offered to be recruited into the ranks of the Spectres. He accepted, and after a few months of Spectre training and a few missions, he was offered a place in the Normandy SR3, the reincarnation of Shepard's vessel, the reincarnation of the fine ship that allowed Tali'Zorah and Shepard to save the galaxy. He didn't waste a second in accepting the offer.

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