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[center][h3][color=9e005d][b]Naryxa Kesir[/b][/color][/h3][/center]

[indent][B][color=9e005d]Race:[/color][/B] Asari
[B][color=9e005d]Sex:[/color][/B] Mono-Gendered
[B][color=9e005d]Age:[/color][/B] 287
[B][color=9e005d]Profile:[/color][/B] Adept
[B][color=9e005d]DOB:[/color][/B] 1898CE
[B][color=9e005d]Homeworld:[/color][/B] The Citadel
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[B][color=9e005d]Appearance:[/color][/B] 
Naryxa is a typical Asari in appearance, her skin tone is a light and muted lilac with her scalp crests taking a much deeper shade of blue, with white freckles framing her forehead and highlighting each individual crest. She stands at 5'9" and weighs approximately 142lbs.

During her time as an Asari Commando, Naryxa, like many other young Asari mercenaries, took facial tattoos. The bright red, drastic patterning above her eyebrows is always eye-catching to others, especially so when set against her amber coloured eyes. She chooses to further draw attention to the bold colour by painting her lips in a similar shade. The tribal-like curved style and bold colour choice gives her an overall sensual appearance on her face, and can appear dominating to some. She has no other tattoos or unusual markings, however she does have a scar from a battle in which she took a clipping shot from a Batarian sniper on the outside of her upper right arm.

She has a full and voluptuous feminine figure. When not in armour, Naryxa wears light and loose fitting clothing - opting for a blend of comfort, fashion, and functionality. She likes clothing that allows her to stretch during yoga.

[color=9e005d][B]Background:[/B][/color]
Naryxa was born in 1898 to an Asari councilwoman, Vaessa Kesir, and a Salarian plant bioligist male, Gurok Teran. Naryxa was closest to her father, living with him for her first 22 years, until he passed away at the age of 41. This was not to say that Naryxa did not also love and spend time with her mother. Quite the opposite, she loved her mother deeply but understood that her mother’s position on the council was important, particularly with the ongoing difficulties with the Geth and Quarians that was beginning during the early years of her childhood. Vaessa worked hard during her Matriarch years at the Citadel, and Gurok’s scientific work happened to have brought him to the Citadel - where for the sake of his daughter, he chose to live out his elder years. Teaching Naryxa about plant biology, the planets in the Milky Way, and of planet geography and weather patterns. All of the knowledge that her father gave her, has served her well throughout her entire life.

Saddened by her father’s death, at 22, Naryxa finally left the Citadel on an adventure of her own. Her father had created a dossier for her, listing some of the most beautiful and remarkable plants in the galaxy that could be found on different planets. Armed with the dossier, Naryxa jumped from ship-to-ship, hitchhiking her way through the galaxy to see each plant on the list. 

Every so often, a plant that she would tick off would unlock a video from her father with a message about the plant, and some words of affirmation for his daughter. Suddenly, this journey with the dossier became a pilgrimage of sorts - and at each stop, Naryxa found herself engaging with the communities and people, developing, learning, and educating. Spreading her fathers research. After 9 and a half years, and 885 plants had been ticked off, Naryxa’s journey was done. Her father had planned out this journey for his daughter, so that she may have more years with him - and more memories than he could have given her during his short life.

Naryxa then returned to the Citadel, and began working on scientific papers about her journey. For a while, this sustained her, but soon she found herself growing bored and wishing for a new adventure to embark on. Strangely, she found herself drawn, as many Maiden Asari do, to become an exotic dancer. So she did this. She danced her way around the Milky Way for over 80 years. She saw people come and go, friendships grow and flourish and then wither away almost just as quickly. It was during these years that she indulged in her first romantic relationship with another Asari, Valeen. 

Their relationship lasted over 30 years, before Valeen’s lack of ambition seemed to put a wedge between the two. Naryxa was growing bored again, looking for something new - but Valeen enjoyed dancing too much to give it up. Surprisingly, the pair split in an amicable fashion - neither party sad and melancholic over the end of he relationship, but instead grateful and appreciative of the time they had spent together. After all, for many in the Galaxy, a relationship spanning 30 years was practically a lifetime. Naryxa once again found herself back at the Citadel. It was almost like the Citadel was the starting point for each chapter in her life. 

She reached out to her mother for advice - who suggested that now would be a good time for her to start putting more effort into studying and honing her biotic prowess, commenting that Naryxa came from a good line of strong biotics, while also lamenting her strong disappointment that it was something Naryxa had not really dedicated any time to so far in her life. 

So, off Naryxa went to Thessia, to finally dedicate herself full time to train under Matriarchs in Biotics. She found it off-putting that so many of her fellow students were younger than her - practically babies. What made her more uncomfortable was how little they seemed to care, how they were so disorganised and unwilling to follow rules. To make her mother proud, she did it. She studied, and studied, and practiced for many years. Naryxa’s natural talent and determination meant that she mastered the arts relatively quickly - excelling with her Singularity and Pull. The Matriarchs were happy to give her a small role in mentoring younger Asari in the basics. During this time, she taught the young Asari to meditate and tried to teach them to be graceful and elegant, to calm their emotions. When they had had their fill of that, she took to teaching them about plants, geography, and weather patterns, using her father’s dossier of course. She made sure that the new ‘students’ of biotics were whipped into shape. She of course, developed a little bit of a reputation for being bossy... And she actually quite liked it.

Once more, as had happened before, Naryxa grew bored and tired and longed for something else. Now armed with powerful biotics, she jumped at the chance to train as an Asari Huntress. She spent years traveling with her unit, working her way up the ranks. The thrill of battle was exciting, and leading others filled her with satisfaction - but still her ambition was sitting in her chest - bringing her discomfort. There had to be something more than this in the galaxy.

The year was now 2125CE, she had reached the age of 227 in what felt like a heartbeat, her life already so colourful and full of experiences. She received a communication from her mother, that she would be traveling as a council ambassador to Parnack to open diplomatic contact with the yahg. This contact did not go as was planned by the council, and Vaessa was just one of the Ambassadors who perished in the conflict. As Asari do, Naryxa was able to look at her mother's passing without being too overcome with pain. Her mother had led a long and beautiful life, had achieved her goals and ambitions in life, and had successfully passed on that zest for success to her only daughter. 

Now completely parent-less, Naryxa continued her work with the Commandos until around 2174CE, where she retreated back to the Citadel following an injury she sustained in the field. It had been a mission like any other, they were out in the far reaches taking down a rogue Batarian slave gang that has attacked a human colony, and all was going well. She and her team of fellow Asari Commandos had gotten into the field, and were scoping out the surroundings when one of her comrades was taken out by a sniper. The Asari in question was a young Maiden - who had been foolish enough to step out into an open area, but the shot was still a surprise to the team. A group of Batarians, including a Rocket Soldier, the Sniper, and several Shock Troopers came down upon the unit - releasing varren in the field to draw out the Asari. The group were able to push back with biotic barriers and eventually took the group out. Naryxa took a shot from the sniper which was thankfully, non-fatal, but the bullet did clip through her right arm quite viciously.

Her unit made it out, fractured and frightened, but they cleared it and completed the mission. The slaves were freed and brought to the Citadel for medical treatment. The mission deeply shook Naryxa's confidence in battle, and she suffered with a mild case PTSD for a while - staying away from mercenary missions, and the familiar comfort of researching and studying in labs was enough to help her heal the wounds, and to recover.

Now, hoping for a quiet life of reflection she chose to research the effects of biotic boosting narcotics (red sand - and others) alongside the Citadel’s medical scientists. While working here, she met a handsome human Doctor, Aaron Swan - with whom she began a purely sexual relationship. Surprisingly, so far in her life she hadn't encountered or formed many friendships or relationships with humans. He was truly enthralled by her, something which brought her a lot of joy. Their 'friends with benefits' arrangement lasted a number of months. It seemed that Aaron was growing more fond of her than she was of him, and she eventually broke off the tryst. 

In 2183CE, of course, Sovereign attacked the Citadel - and Naryxa’s home was all but destroyed in the process, she later found out that Aaron and many of her friends had been killed in the conflict. This time, unlike the other deaths she had witnessed in her life, there was certainly something different. Before, death was either a natural end of life (like her father) or a tragedy (her mother), but this - this needless violence went beyond tragedy. It was as if the people were just fodder to a power greater than she could imagine. For the first time, Naryxa truly feared for her own life, and struggled to understand the meaning of life when lives were being snuffed out... Her friends, her lover. It was all crumbling - and for what?

After the unrest, Naryxa once again picked up her guns and went back to the mercenary life, and for the first time in what seemed like her whole life, felt a new kind of unrest within herself, the fear - and the existential crisis that had rumbled within her was like a roar. What was left in the Milky Way for her? In 2185CE, it was as though something had heard her. She began to hear rumours of the ‘Andromeda Initiative’ during her travels. That several arks were being sent out to the unexplored Andromeda Galaxy. She had considered writing to Alec Ryder and Jien Garson personally in order to enlist and be part of the Initiative, but quickly stopped herself - she thought it to be a bit too precocious - even for her. 

Here it was again, the familiar feeling of anxiousness, unease - but excitement. She had to get on the Nexus, an entire galaxy to explore! And she imagined that there would probably be worlds and worlds of flora and fauna to discover... Her future was waiting for her, in Andromeda.


[B][color=9e005d]Personality:[/color][/B] 
Calm under pressure, methodical and organised in her work - yet somehow manages to frequently misplace her personal belongings. Growing up with a Salarian father meant that she, from early childhood, was used to working at an extremely fast pace. This has served her well, as she is able to think on the fly and make logical decisions at the drop of a hat. She can be guilty of arbitrary stubbornness, and she has a strong dislike of any kind of  incompetence, dishonesty, and laziness from subordinates. 

She requires her strong work ethic to be reciprocated by those she works with. She is dedicated, direct and honest, and enjoys building order and structure. She can occasionally find it difficult to express emotion and feel empathy for others, despite teaching in meditation and more recently practicing and perfecting the human art of Yoga. Sometimes she come across as judgemental and 'snobby’, this is merely just a by-product of her desire for order and perfection. Naryxa is a great networker who enjoys meeting others, but has strong opinions against nepotism, and is likely to clash with anyone who takes shortcuts through life.

[B][color=9e005d]Reason for being awoken from Cryo (Specific jobs, skills, and Initiative Application):[/color][/b]
Naryxa's excellent combat career, as well as her propensity and talent for building structure and creating order in new environments made her a prime candidate to be pulled from the Nexus Cryo when the settlement on Eos was established. Having an advanced scientific knowledge of the plantlife and geography they were likely to encounter too, was surely a plus for whomever was about to be appointed as her APEX Fireteam Leader...  

[B][color=9e005d]Equipment:[/color][/B]
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M-5 Phalanx
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[i]Preferred weapon of choice[/i]

M-15 Vindicator
[img]https://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffect/images/7/75/ME2_AR_-_Vindicator.png/revision/latest?cb=20140825042855[/img]
[i]Tends to use less, and would rather a pistol. Uses when in a tight skirmish and needs fast fire.[/i]

Magenta Asari Commando light armour (pictured)

[B][color=9e005d]Powers:[/color][/B]
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Singularity
Pull
Shockwave
Nova

Passive - Barrier [/list]


[B]Font Colour:[/B] [color=9e005d]Pink[/color]




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[Hider - The Art of the Tease]
The Citadel - 2181CE

It was another cocktail party on the Citadel for the bureaucratics to celebrate something. It was always something. Any excuse to pull out the crystal glasses and exquisite Champagne and put it on ice. Everything about the night screamed opulence. From the lavish spread of food to the plush red carpet which lined the floor. Nothing here was cheap, and the Asari scientist happily sipped from her glass as she drank in the scene from the floor to ceiling windows. It was a view she would never tire of despite it being a wallpaper which had coated her life thus far. It was just so vast and beautiful and represented opportunities as endless as the galaxy itself. She smiled and took the last of the champagne.

She could feel a presence behind her looking her up and down - and she could also just make out the reflection in the glass. She raised an eyebrow, knowing that in this dress, she did look good. She was oozing opulence too…

“Hello there…” she spoke softly as she turned around to face a human male. With a single look she took in every inch of him and sized him up - he was taller than her, had the most beautifully dark eyes, and was well built. She could see the curve of his thick arms through his jacket. The attraction was instant. He fumbled his response to her; “I, I, I am sorry Ma’am, I was just watching you there…” there was just a slight sprinkling of arrogance peppered in his tone. As if he was allowed to look and entitled to it. “I felt you looking at me…” she smirked as she took a step closer to him. He smelt heavenly, like amber and cognac. Masculine.

“My glass is empty, I am going to refill. Maybe I will see you later” and she walked away from the mysterious gentleman. She took a slower than usual walk to the cocktail bar, making sure to make each step count, letting her hips sashay but only subtly. She leant against the bar and arched her naked back just so. Thank the Goddess for backless dresses... 

He followed swiftly and stood beside her at the bar - also leaning up against the mahogany. His eyes locked onto hers with purpose. “Later never comes, there is only now.” This time he had the nerve to eye her from head to foot to her face. She studied his clothing, his jacket fell a little lower than most other humans - to just above his knees. It looked like the material was lighter too, and it was emblazoned with embroidery around the shoulder and down the lapels. It was obviously some kind of cultural wear. “That’s true” she began in a honeyed voice “so just who are you, anyway?”

“Of course, my apologies, my name is Dr Aaron Swan."

"This is my first venture to the Citadel you see, I’m going to be working here in the labs and in the Huerta Memorial Hospital.”

“I see. So, Dr Aaron Swan, so this is your cocktail party then?” she waved a hand in motion at the banner above the door which read “Welcome to New Citadel Staff”. For an evening of such luxury, they really could have written something more descriptive and special. “Ahh, unfortunately not. I believe this is an evening for the new Spectre recruits. I somehow doubt that they would throw such an outrageously extravagant suaray for doctors and nurses.” As he spoke, a soft laugh escaped his lips.

“Oh please, once you’ve been on the Citadel for long enough you’ll learn that they will throw something like this for just about anyone. It’s any excuse to wine, dine, and dress divine after all.”

“Ha, well I hope I’m stationed long enough to enjoy one or two more.”

“I’m Naryxa, by the way. I work in the Memorial Hospital some days, mostly on research in recreational drugs and plants and the like.”

“Looking at you I wouldn’t have believed it-”

She cut him off, almost offended “what does that mean exactly?”

“Oh I do not mean to offend you Ma’am, I can just see from your physique that you are in quite incredible shape that one would believe that you were a talented mercenary of some sort. That or…. Well, allow me to say it, a dancer.”

She laughed and loosened up; “you’re right on both counts my new friend. I have in the past worked as a mercenary, and I spent what would be a very long time to you, dancing my way across the Milky Way. But now I’m slowing down.”

“I would have very much liked to see you dance your way around the stars…”

She hadn’t noticed until he had finished his sentence that he had moved closer to her and placed an arm around her waist, his fingers brushed against the bare skin of the small of her back which caused her to feel something akin to electricity throughout her entire body. She liked this one. She liked him a lot.

She drew her lips close to his neck, leaning up to his ear before whispering softly into it “maybe I can show you later…”

She removed his hand from her back with a smirk. He was good, he was very, very, very good. But she wasn’t going to give in to him that easily, not just now, and so she sashayed away again, giving him one last flirtatious glance over her shoulder - where she saw him mouthing words at her;

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