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[color=black]⋙[/color] [color=e6cec1]Full Name[/color]
[indent]Daro'Shuris nar Konesh[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] Sex[/color]
[indent]Female[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] Age[/color]
[indent]26 Years Old[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] Profile[/color]
[indent]Engineer (Medic) | Tech Powers | Shotgun & Heavy Pistol[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] D.o.B.[/color]
[indent]2159 CE[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] Birthplace[/color]
[indent]The Migrant Fleet[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] Appearance[/color]
[indent]Daro is a Quarian of fairly average height for her race, standing at 5'5", but would be considered small in the grand scheme of things. Her envirosuit is the only armor she can use in a firefight –– light, but able enough to hold off a few shots before failure –– and thus even in the darkest corners of Omega, she seems to be wearing 'civilian' clothes. Her headpiece is one of flowery, lacy fabric, pure white and impossible to keep clean for long in the grime of the station.

As for casual settings, she frequently wears vests or even hoodies above her envirosuit with a hand-stitched logo of the universal symbol for medic. It tends to keep the riff-raff away. While working in a surgical environment or improving the anti-organic powers of her omnitool by the means of trial and error, she wears a second-hand Huerta Memorial lab coat.[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] Background[/color]
[indent]Daro'Shuris was born aboard one of the smaller ships that made up the Migrant Fleet,  the Konesh, of which her mother was the Captain. Daro's father was not quite so reputable, a brilliant soldier but not all there in the common sense department. He brought home so poor a Pilgrimage gift that most of the residents of the Konesh looked down on him for, even twenty years later. Of course, to the captain who accepted him, "love knew no bounds". It's abundantly clear where their daughter's idealism came from.

Naturally, Daro was known as the Captain's kid and so was fairly well-known, especially on-board such a cramped vessel. Then again, there were always those who remembered her father's embarrassing youth and their children often parroted what their parents said – "Did he really bring back..?" – to pull on her metaphorical pigtails. Still, there were no complaints about her abilities and precocious talent for science, only a resounding relief that she wasn't as dumb as a rock like her father.

Even as a child, Daro expected to volunteer working aboard one of the Liveships, perhaps as one of the many engineers required to keep such a large operation running. Overall, she found herself attracted to the prospect of helping others rather than harming them – she would be no Quarian mercenary selling herself for work when the Flotilla entered a new system. It was only as a teenager, perhaps twelve or thirteen, that she wondered if her talents were better suited towards helping her people combat illnesses and prevent needless death by infection. Thus she "helped out" in the medical bay of the Konesh, at first clumsily sterilising hundreds of instruments, but later she was allowed to assist in patching up injured Quarians, studying biology under the watchful eye of the ship's own Doctor.

While Daro was preparing for her Pilgrimage, her mind was made up for her. A system fault in the Konesh destroyed it quickly, and it was her mother who was blamed and exiled for it, although nothing could have been done about it. Out of the three hundred strong crew, including Quarians who had not yet become recognised adults, only half survived to flee onto its sister ship. Given that Daro's suit was irreprably damaged in the process, she saw first hand how vital medical care was. A nasty infection that set her back a whole year when it came to leaving the Flotilla for her coming-of-age experience.

When Daro was eventually fit and able-bodied enough to head out on her own, she did so leaving nothing behind save casual companionship and the never-ending amount of other Quarians to avoid talking to. While she did intend on returning, at least in the first few weeks, her first stop was Omega. That's where the ship taking her to the starting destination left, and suddenly she was all alone in one of the worst cesspools in the galaxy. The only Quarians on Omega were those who had either failed their Pilgrimage, been Exiled, or had left the Fleet of their own accord, so she worked for a time in a gun shop ran by her people.

The knowledge that those weapons were being used by various merc gangs all over Omega – sometimes on the innocent, or as innocent as someone on the asteroid could possibly be – was difficult. While initially she hoped to work only long enough to fund a trip to Ilium or perhaps the Citadel, she ended up remaining on the crime-ridden asteroid for much longer, having found a purpose.

Doctors were in short supply, she quickly realised, and murders were, of course, as high as ever. Word got around that there was a Quarian who could prevent infection like the best of them and was adept at risky surgeries. It was sort of true, she was just used to working on herself. She had so many customers showing up just asking to be treated that her employer suggested she take her business into the slums where it might help others.

(Maybe he thought she would die down there. Who knows?)

Daro genuinely thought she was doing the right thing. The clinic she set up (in a small, cramped flat that was near-impossible to do anything with let alone sterile enough to take her envirosuit off) didn't ask any questions and payment was often not mandatory. It might have helped the underdogs at first, those who had nowhere else to turn to and no association with the mercenary groups, but soon she had a suspicion that most of those she was treating were trained killers themselves.

Which was okay! Except they didn't pay. Ever. Daro, whose funds were running low as prices of medigel rapidly increased, made an executive decision to steal it from one of the suppliers, a Salarian who cared little for the good cause it was being used for and everything for the money the doctor had to pay him.

Problem One: it was quite obvious it was her that stole it. 

Problem Two: he was under the protection of another mercenary group.

Two weeks ago, Daro didn't expect to return home from her part-time job to find her clinic overrun with armed guards, effectively locking her out of it (even though she didn't try to enter since she would quite obviously die). The mercs were hunting her too, of course, if only lazily. Three years of hard work – the most productive months of her entire life – had gone to waste.[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] Psych Profile[/color]
[indent]If nothing else, Daro is determined to as much good as possible in the world while she is still living. Often she can be ditzy, idealistic over realistic, and almost hard to take seriously with how little she understands the circle of life on Omega; however, it's hard to argue that she hasn't seen it. It's almost willful ignorance of just how evil other sentient beings can be, but that ignorance is what keeps her going.

Presumably over the time she's spent on Omega, she has learned that not everyone is worth saving and that her own life is important too. Somehow she finds it within herself to shoot right back at those attacking her without losing even a fraction of a second to doubt. She's not stupid. Still, if there is an opportunity to spare someone she will take it; if there is someone requiring help then she'll offer it before asking the details.[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] Equipment[/color]
[indent][color=black]•[/color] [url=http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/M-3_Predator]M-3 Predator[/url] (Heavy Pistol)
[color=black]•[/color] [url=http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/AT-12_Raider]AT-12 Raider[/url] (Shotgun)
[color=black]•[/color] Weapon Mods: [url=http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Weapon_Upgrades#Combat_Optics]Combat Optics[/url], [color=black]•[/color][url=http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Ammo_Upgrades#Chemical_Rounds]Chemical Rounds[/url] 
[color=black]•[/color] Quarian Envirosuit – Explorer Model
[color=black]•[/color] Serrice Council's Savant Omnitool[/indent]
[color=e6cec1][color=black]⋙[/color] Powers[/color]
[indent][color=black]•[/color] Incinerate
[color=black]•[/color] Neural Shock
[color=black]•[/color] Damping
[color=black]•[/color] Cryo Blast
[color=black]•[/color] Combat Drone[/indent]
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