Looks like this came in handy. [u]Other Characters[/u] [hider=Noami’lie T’kyci] [b]Name:[/b] Noami’lie T’kyci [b]Race:[/b] Asari [b]Gender: [/b] Mon-Gender, Female [b]Age:[/b] 350 (Just entered the matron stage recently.) [b]Position: [/b] Public CEO of Farian’s Starship Repair [b]Appearance: [/b] [img]http://web-vassets.ea.com/Assets/Richmedia/it_IT_mass_effect_asari.jpg[/img] (I take no credit for the image as it is the property of the owner and am only using as a reference image to what I envisioned Noami’lie as looking like.) Being an Asari, her skin color is a light, pale blue that adds to an overall youthful appearance for her age and enhances her white markings around her dark eyes. She stands at around 5’7” with ample curves on her frame, including a birthmark on the lower part of her navel due to trait markers inherited by her volus father. However it doesn’t show through the professional and well-kept dress suits she tends to wear, lowering most her beauty with something slightly more practical. Though she claims it’s to ensure others take her more serious, her true motives are far more personal. If ever caught in an evening gown, though she will wear one in a formal atmosphere, Noami’lie has been told she is very striking even by asari standards and has politely decline several advances from potential suitors. [b]Summary Background/Bio: [/b] Though Nasyrius knows Noami’lie has lived much longer than what he knows about her, most the time she rather lived in the present and only reflect upon the past when needed. What little he does know is this. Her mother’s name is Jynella T’kyci, a very respected asari within the government not known only for her age but her prowess in ending highly tension debates between many different races. Though not all these situations end in passive manners. An established matriarch who been playing the game of politics for some time since the late stages of her young age, he understand why Noami’lie speaks little of her mother to him. In addition to her mother, Noami’lie has two sisters and has met the one named Jellas on a few occasions, a rather untamed child if he ever knew the term applied to asari. While the other he has little idea, unable to see or talk to her due to some genetic defect. The memories he’s sure of are the times he met, often displayed the traits he respects her for and being someone he knows will never abandon him. A fact which is often a role in his existence. Noami’lie knew his mother a few years before he was born, brought on to organized and sort out the company’s messy paperwork. Most the data files had been corrupted when the VI, a cheap and outdated model, had glitch before it finally broke down. Noami’lie was critical in recovering evidence of those licenses and stalling the authorities from shutting them down prematurely. They went to the old fashion paper for some time, making a practice to keeping both data and physical evidence of their purchases, should another faulty software error wipe their work clean. Noami’lie was his mother’s witness when she married his father, a turian who first fell in love when he saw her single handedly escort a hanar outside the bar Noami’lie worked at and even had managed to get the ‘Soul’ name in the end. It was a mystery they both still marvel at to this day, unsure if his mother had exaggerated or was serious, and she had refused to prove it. She had been there for the ups and downs in his life, a friend he could always count on to stand behind him when he needed it. Currently she is the public CEO, despite him running the smuggling show behind closed doors, and helps retain that air of legal which is the majority of their income. It at least keeps them from depending too heavily on the smuggling aspect. Noami’lie was also the one who hired both Pai’Seef and Devryn, the later a human which Nasyrius butted a bit over until she made the point time was running out and his options were lean. Unable to argue, he surrendered to her reason. Vellios, however was a trial basis, before he became permanent after he saved Nasyrius’s life during the first and still managed to complete it. It was impressive even by Nasyrius’s standards. Since then, Noami’lie has allowed Nas to negotiate his own jobs while she dealt with the clients located in Citadel Space for the most part. [b]Positive Traits:[/b] -Sharp attentiveness to her demeanor, words, and attitude at all times, including those she’s interacting with. -Thick skin -Political and Business experience/knowledge (mostly specialize in law workings and financial) -Huntress training, including remaining calm under pressure, hand to hand combat and physical condition to achieve it. -Though she has a wide range of knowledge in guns, she prefers the shotgun and pistol. -Biotics which lack power but have a higher duration and accuracy compare to other biotics. (One or two offensive, the rest defensive) [b]Negative Traits:[/b] -Values those she allies with highly -Unable to be ruthless or too ambitious (At least when her loved ones are safe) -Hates straying from the point during business because it breaks her focus, part of the reason she wears the suits -Biotics lacks strength compared to others who are on her level -Tends to be over cautious of her associations in order to keep her image clean, if that is compromised then likely her business will suffer for it. [/hider] [hider=Vellios Malkai] [b]Name:[/b] Vellios Malkai [b]Race:[/b] Turian [b]Gender: [/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 24 Palaven years [indent] 39 earth years[/indent] [b]Position: [/b] Hired gun and muscle [b]Appearance: [/b] His carapace is dark as midnight and rarely gives any shine off, its surface greedy in its need to hoard any reflection and refuses to release it. Physically Vellios seems rather thin for his race as if he was purposely underfed, yet most his muscle is made and toned for speed rather than brute strength compared to his fellow turians. His height is 6’2” enabling him to hold eye to eye with most males of his race without much problem. His eyes are the color of ice and can be just as sharp and cold when his prey makes him take an interest other than playfulness. All along his outside are various scars which have long since fade, most obtained within his youth yet there are several fresher ones. Badges of honor in Vellios' mind, each with a tale to tell and a hardship overcame in the end. The most dominate scar is one that seemed to nearly severe off his left mandible made by a shot off a handgun at close range. [b]Summary Background: [/b] When Nasyrius first met Vellios, the turian had his doubts and concerns. Namely when he noted the mercenary's background records which raised several red flags, even if there was some impressive results. There wasn’t any recorded birth planet or colony on record, making Nas dig deeper and discovering the reason. The turian had been born on a ship within space. His mother was an endless nomad and in a report by Vellios, fourteen at the time, was killed in a pirate raid by the Haides captain, a notorious and ruthless turian who defected from the military several years ago. According to Vellios' interrogation, he had escaped during the attack by slipping into a pod and set it adrift though its hard to believe those long hard years didn’t leave scars other than the physical ones. Afterwards, Vellios was conscripted and according to his superiors had a true knack for effective and rather brutal killing. Three years later, Vellios was assigned into the 6th Armigar Legion and fought in the Relay 314 incident making him a survivor. During the battle he stood above his fellow soldiers in his ability to get the job done, killing both efficiently and quickly against any humans who stood in his path. Despite his merit, his squad, like many that day, were turned back when the Second Alliance Fleet entered the fight. Over the next fourteen years, his military career built up including a wife and two children, a boy and girl, at the prime age of twenty-five. A while after that, they were brutally murdered though the culprit was never caught. It must've been drastic because Vellios seemed to have tossed himself into his work as a coping mechanism, leading to him being considered for the Spectre program. And like thousand other turians, he failed to make the cut though the details were rather...sketchy on the reasons. From then on, the turian worked for hire jumping from mercenary group to another until he ended up here. Nas gave Vellios a trial run for their first mission, the company suffering due to the last being a total failure and in desperate need. In the end, Vellios proved himself and became a member of FSR. [b]Positive Traits:[/b] -darkly charismatic, positive, and seems not to have a temper. At least no one has ever seen it…or lived through it. -high physical skills beyond turian military training standard. -adaptive and resilient. -skillful killer and survivalist. -wide range of knowledge about various weapons and armor, including how to use it. - extreme hand to hand combat knowledge, including dirty tactics some krogan might find admirable. -decent marksman, though an expert with a blade and like weapons. -observant despite his relaxed attitude. [b]Negative Traits:[/b] -morbid sense of humor from his past which peers out time to time. -reckless and minor level masochistic tendencies during conflicts. -not always truthful, even to his own kind. -rarely takes a battle seriously and it’s best that way. -manipulative abilities. -self driven and unknown motives. Whether they are good or bad consequences are yet to be determined. -addicted to drugs, namely sedative types or mood enhancers for his slight depression and nightmares.[/hider] [hider=Pai’Seef nar Teagor] [b]Name:[/b] Pai’Seef nar Teagor [b]Race:[/b]Quarian [b]Gender: [/b] Male [b]Age:[/b] 20 years [Earth years] [b]Position: [/b] Data and Software Program Specialist [b]Appearance: [/b] Pai’Seef looks like any other male Quarian. The main body of his suit is pure black with silver trimming, tracing the outline of his torso front and sides. His mask is hooded, covered a totally black cloth over the top while the back is exposed. It is clasped at his shoulders front with decorative sigils though only he knows their meaning and worth on sentimental level. He stands at around five foot, eleven inches bring him to be able to stare most humans and other Quarians right in the face. Pai’Seef’s built shows he prefers intelligence over brawn in most situations so his built is left less defined by choice, then nature. On left arm is an omnitool while about his hips is a belt, straddled with various pouches and a pistol he’s adept at using. On his back is a shotgun, old and repaired after being passed down a few quarian generations. He holds himself like the youth he is though he tries to hide that fact through large words and aloof attitude toward strangers. [b]Background: [/b] As with most qaurians, Pai’Seef’s records aren’t easy to find when it comes to information beyond his pilgrimage and even then there’s few mentions. At first this made Nasyrius uneasy as he sought any excuse to be rid of both Pai’Seef and Devryn, though Noami’lie argued it was similar for all qaurians throughout the galaxy. Mainly since they were nomads there was little to track credit wise outside a few bits here or there. There was a few records Noami’lie had managed to trace back to Pai’Seef, one being hitching a ride from a low income mining colony to the Citadel and working at a modest salvage tech yard. The following year he was employed into a janitor position at Halios Consortium until he took an abrupt leave, an odd thing considering how much they strive to keep their employees and the pay being extremely well. Despite their odd history, both have been great assets to the smuggling operations while proving their loyalty over and over. [b]Positive Traits:[/b] -Moderate skill level and basic knowledge of shotgun and pistol weapons. -Genius when it comes to software of any type, Pai’Seef can easily infiltrate, hack, reprogram and much more when he manages to get beyond the defenses. After that, it’s all child’s play. -Clever and intelligent, while he might lack the skills, Pai’Seef’s hobby of reading has made him quite knowledgeable about the world outside the Quarian Fleet. In addition, it’s help him cover his and Devryn’s tracks for over a year now. [b]Negative Traits:[/b] -Pai’Seef’s social skills are something to be desire. He often comes off as rather serious and sarcastic at times, making him appear to have an ego though he’ll make it very clear with a blunt comment if he doesn’t like someone. -Overprotective and cautious when it comes to Devryn, her safety is his only concern and her happiness a close second. - Lacks the machinist skills of his race, anything besides software is better left to Devryn or another. -Physical strength is below average, mainly because he prefers brains over brawn. [/hider] [hider=Devryn] [b]Name:[/b] Devryn (no last name, though from time to time Pai’Seef has been known to provide one.) [b]Race:[/b]Human [b]Gender: [/b]Female [b]Age:[/b] ) 18 years (Earth) [b]Position: [/b] Chief Engineer [b]Appearance: [/b] [img]https://p.gr-assets.com/540x540/fit/hostedimages/1379761174/200315.jpg[/img] A young woman of eighteen, Devryn usually has smudges or grim on her face from continually living within the starship’s ducts and the FLT engine room. Her eyes seem rather surreal shifting in twilight shade of blue as they seem to look right through an individual with more intelligence than her age would recount. Her dark, brown hair flows right down to her shoulders and slightly beyond, ending just around her bust’s end. Next to Pai’Seef she’s about five foot and six inches, falling about several inches below the quarian and drives her crazy at times. Her build is rather tone for her fragile frame and deep in the DNA, there's evidence of malnutrition. Along her arms are scars of needle marks and a number tattoo on her scalp near the neck, covered up her hair. [b]Background: [/b] Nasyrius had the hardest time tracking down any of Devryn's records farther back than the Citadel. Though there wasn’t a last name, Devryn’s face appeared on a wanted list for forgotten and orphaned children within the poverty section of the Citadel making her a duct rat most her life. For years, since she was fourteen, Devryn avoided the C-Sect until she became fifteen. After that she seemed to have up and vanished. No records, credit trails, or anything to even state she was alive which was rather impressive for a child. When asked, Devryn merely goes silent as Pai’Seef seems to arrive and deflect the questioning. Ushering Devryn away to a near by duct. Pai’Seef explained the need for a job was to support the pair, including Devryn within his contract, and Noami’lie, being a soft hearted asari, believed him. However Nas wasn’t so trusting. At least, at first, but in the time the pair have been apart of the team they have proven their worth and loyalty over several times. Now Nasyrius has stopped asking question, yet his fears never went away. Always lingering at the back of his mind if their past will come back to haunt Farian Starship Repairs one day. [b]Positive Traits:[/b] -Amazing sense of direction in most situations, faster in explored areas -Very talented Machinist when it comes to design, repair and construction machinery (not software) -Physically agile and compactable to fit in small and tight fitting places -Quick reflexes -Adaptive, no matter the situation she uses her strengths to their best [b]Negative Traits:[/b] -When it comes to fight or flight, Devryn rather hide, support and distract then fight head on -Useless in direct fight as she hasn’t any weapons training or combative skills -Sucks at software programing outside the basic start up -Naïve and gullible sometimes -Hyperactive, girl can’t literally stay still for periods longer than half an hour -Devryn can’t handle being over clean, either in her surroundings or on her person. Too long (Aka, three hours max) of being trapped in that situation will result in mentally crippling her abilities to think clearly because of the memories surfacing, unable to move beyond curling up into a ball and cradling her head in a rocking motion. [/hider]