[u][b]Name:[/b][/u]
	Ellis Taevon
[b][u]Race:[/u][/b]
[indent]Human[/indent]

[b][u]Class:[/u][/b]
[indent]Vanguard[/indent]

[b][u]Age:[/u][/b]
[indent]34[/indent]

[b][u]Sex:[/u][/b]
[indent]Male[/indent]

[b][u]Appearance:[/u][/b]
[indent]Scarred, quadriplegic, cannot exist outside of a regulated, nanite reinforced/maintained suit. The suit is matte black, designed for blitz attacks, and built with oversized plating for intimidation. The nanites give Ellis extraordinary regenerative capabilities and resemble black smoke or vapor when changing outer forms.[/indent]

[b][u]Backstory:[/u][/b]
[indent]Ellis grew up in a small family, cosisting of a brother, a father, and a cat. He never knew his mother. As a child, he was more interested in stories, games, and things of creative or imaginitive value. He had no interest in the guns or weapons of the life of an Arms merchant. His brother, on the other hand, took to it all too well, becoming their father's favored son. In a deal gone bad with a Turian militia faction, The Rising Eye, his father's cargo was detonated when they opened fire. Ellis' favorite place to read had been in the air ducts between the inner and outer hull. The fire rushed into the updraft. He only barely survived, his body suffering fifth and sixth degree burns so severe, they torched off his lower arms and legs instantly, leaving him with charred and tender stumps for the rest of his life.  His older brother survived, having been in the ship's cockpit, far away from the blast. The cat perished in decompression. Ellis' father was vaporized instantly when the charges imploded. Ellis' brother became quite a prodigy in his own right, joining the ranks of C-Sec. Ellis was not so lucky. Ellis suffered debilitating loneliness as the world passed him by. He was not exactly helpless, however, as he worked as an information broker, as best he could, selling secrets from his father's files. He made many enemies this way, but was a very hard person to assassinate, as his condition required round-the-clock care. Fearing for his life, he opted for L5n combat implants. His mind unbound, he was able to develop biotic abilities at an impressive, inhuman rate. He began experimenting with them in attempt to give himself new limbs, or at least some semblance of his former mobility. He succeeded only in developing some of the most horrifying biotic techniques in Adept history. He enrolled in classes for a degree in Psychology at Oxford, but never completed his degree. He intended to use his new education to develop biotic psychological warfare. R&D is still in progress. At age 30, he received a message on his omnitool, encrypted with a biometric lock, opening only for him. . The letter was addressed Cerberus, and read "We have heard of your gifts and would like to utilize them. You will be given suitable compensation." 

He became a hired terrorist, skilled in the art of fear. Morale was his enemy, and violence his weapon.

They gave him a body, human in nature, Geth in theory. He was famous, infamous, for his ability to soak up bullet after bullet after bullet, and still come back for more. Gradually, many came to fear him, earning him the nickname, “Ellis the Undying”. He yet harbored a great hatred of Turians. 

Ellis never quite learned how to repair or maintain his suit. Any damage to vital areas required attention by a trained, skilled, and classified technician. 

After leaving Cerberus for idealogical reasons, he worked as a gun for hire, always careful to monitor damage to his suit, as he would die without it. Word spread that Ellis the Undying was a free agent, and old enemies hunt him once more. There are too many, even for Ellis, and he alone knows that he is no longer Undying. Faced with mortality once more, he feels the fear he once forced on others. He now seeks companions, not only to protect him, but so that he can do something good, something decent before he dies. A change is at hand for Ellis.

Upon returning to Omega, one of his contacts sent him a classified message addressed to a prominent Krogan warrior, a "call up" from the Citadel. They needed an elite squad to ease tensions between races. Now was his chance to make right what was wrong. He answered the Call Up, ready to give his last breath for the greater good.[/indent]

[b][u]Psyche Profile:[/u][/b]
[indent]Ellis was a human supremacist, though he hid it well enough. After leaving Cerberus, when it was discovered that they had a hand in both the Reaper attacks and the Collectors, he finds himself in an idealogical chaos. His paranoia is matched only by his newfound, terrifying need to redeem himself. Despite denouncing Cerberus, he still finds it difficult to ignore his past xenophobia. He is trying, though, and is even attempting to analyze and construct a new body, a hero's body, but alas, is still trapped in the guise of a monster. Ellis is lonely, and only now is he letting himself feel it.[/indent]

[b][u]Specialty:[/u][/b]
[indent]He is most famous for two incidents, one in which he was nearly killed, though no one knows that fact. The first, one Earth, when he alone was able to break the Reaper ground forces’ enemy line in Atlanta, and held them off alone for two hours, until reinforcements arrived.  The second, on Omega, wherein a platoon of Blue Suns got in the way of his objective. He killed them all, slowly and simultaneously.  His biotic abilities range from elementary, such as pulling or throwing, to the advanced and sadistic, such as his signature Iron Maiden, in which an adversary’s armor becomes their tomb, crushing tighter and tighter at varying intervals. He cares little for technology, his suit providing basic hacking and cybersecurity. As such, he has great disdain for Engineers and tech specialists.[/indent]

[b][u]Powers/Skills:[/u][/b]
[indent] His Signature biotic manipulations include: “Iron Maiden”, aforementioned; “Dyson Sphere”, in which a victim’s shield or biotic barrier is turned into a kind of garbage disposal tornado; “Catch”, an ability that allows Ellis to transfer kinetic energy on impact to another object in physical contact with Ellis suit, i.e. a wall, another human being. He was regarded as an expert in the field of Omni-tool Close Quarters Combat
	Skills
	-Biotic Charge
	-Catch
	-Dyson Sphere
	-Cryo Ammo
	-Throw
	-Fortification[/indent]

[b][u]Equipment and Resources:[/u][/b]
[indent]Ellis wears an experimental survival suit that allows him extreme shock-absorbing capabilities, and bears an impressive combat history and variety of skills that make him more of a weapon than a soldier, comparable to a fire-and-forget missile.
He also carries a M358 Talon heavy pistol and M96 Mattock marksman rifle, modified for antimaterial ammunition. [/indent]

[b][u]Sample Post:[/u][/b]
[indent]“Ellis awoke, his suit’s alarm system releasing an ammonia-based inhalant to shock his wetware awake. His hardware needed no such assistance, and the servos hummed to life like little buzzsaws, their characteristic tone music to Ellis' augmented ears. He stood, six foot six, head and shoulders, a boy who was once the smallest in the galaxy, (in his mind). His stature, his demeanor belied his loneliness and shame, but he was not one to be pitied. No, not Ellis the Undying. But he was not Undying, and berated himself for the fear that iced his blood.  There was someone on his ship, and now was no time for fear. Intruders always went one way: through the airlock, in a bloody, wet cube. 

A young girl, an Asari, maybe, or a human, stood before him in white armor. A biotic barrier sizzled over her body. The pistol shook in her hands as she raised it slowly, to meet Ellis' eye. He cocked his head, activated and fortified his own barrier, and waited. 'Y-you killed my dad.' Ellis withheld his surprise. It was a young boy! 'A-nd n-now you're gonna pay.' The boy was getting less confident by the minute. Ellis overclocked the servos on his right arm, like a batter winding up for a swing, and his hand shot out and snatched the pistol from the child's fingers before even fingers touched trigger. 

'Boy', Ellis said, his own hands crunching the weapon to a mangled mess, 'How did you get on my schooner?' The child was terrified, literally shaking in his boots. 'I need to know', as the heat sink clattered to the floor, 'how you got on my ship.' The boy stayed silent, save for a panicked muttering. Ellis raised the gun-turned-steel wool so that that the kid could see it. 'When you come to a good party, you bring a good gift.' Ellis drew his own pistol, and called to his ship's VI. 'NERO! INTRUDER!' The ship's yoke flipped away, revealing an ultraviolet laser, humming to life, generally reserved for ship to ship to ship combat. NERO, spoke, a cool female voice like that of an emergency services operator, 
'One intruder detected, sir. Initiate Purge?'
'Well, boy? How did you get on my ship?' The kid's legs gave out as he practically sobbed,
'I stowed away! Omega!' Ellis chuckled.
'Omega? Any family there?' The kid relaxed a bit, in surrender.
'My mom! Two sisters!' Ellis set his pistol back on his hip. 
'You have a name, I presume?'
'Rakhtesh. My mom named me after a krogan.' Ellis tilted his head, puzzled. 'She fell in love with him before my dad.' 
'So, he isn't "a krogan", he was your mother's love.'
'I guess. Are you gonna kill me?' Ellis laughed out loud, he couldn't help it, the voice synthesizer giving slight feedback to the sound. The boy was not amused.
'Of course not. NERO, shut that crap off. Rakhtesh, if your mother named you after her love, she must love you. Very much, I might add.' The kid was more uneasy than ever.
'W-what are you doing?'
'I'm trying.' 
'If you're trying to scare me, it's working. If you aren't gonna kill me, can you just take me back?'
'NERO, set course for Omega. Rakhtesh, who was your dad?'
'John Taylor. You didn't kill him.'
'But you said-'
'[i]That man[/i] was [i]not[i] my father.'
'Then who did I kill?'
'Rakhtesh.'"

[b][u]Notes[/u][/b]
[indent]Ellis hated society for their rejection of him, hated his brother for leaving him all alone, and hated Turians for killing his father. He has a lot of problems to work through, but is desperate to fix himself before he dies.

His primary source of income is selling information, both about his father's dealings, of which there were many, as well as classified Cerberus information.

In combat, his fury tends to overcome his common sense, and he overclocks his suit and augments in a blind rage. Afterward, his body requires a four new heat sinks, also forcing him to use his ammunition carefully.
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