Name: Galm Ralquera

Race: Turian

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Appearance:


Personality: Galm isn't really too notable, he's upbeat, peppy, and likes being complimented on his works. He is easily startled in non-combat situations but becomes hyper-fixated when construction occurs. He's quick to anger if you insult his works or his bird. He's also found humming to himself when bored. Despite his engineering skills, he's competent when it comes to shooting a pistol or heavy pistol, and likes to hide if forced to use a gun. He much prefers flying death machines with machine guns mounted to them.

Backstory: Galm grew up on Tremellia, the same planet as Taria. Back then he was an extremely curious feller, poking his mandibles into everything. He frequently got himself into trouble and had issues being real social. He lived a fairly normal life in a fairly normal place until one night when he was 14, something metaphorically called him. He felt a call to go outside and adventure. He wandered and wandered, climbing into a cargo frigate unknowingly. He'd never seen one up close, a while after climbing in he fell asleep.

The young Turian woke up, looking at a monitor and seeing... He's in space. The boy freaked out, escaping the ship on a backwater station. He was soon picked up by an elder Turian and was taught how to build and make stuff work with surprisingly little parts. He picked up the habit of tinkering all the time, and througout space he learned by himself, and became known for his craftiness. Along his travels he aqcuired a pet bird named Ethen, she's a rather cute bird. (See the bird on the left in Appearance.) He then was called on for an offer, an offer to protect others... He couldn't step back.

Specialty: Engineer

Powers/Skills:
Sentry Turret
Sabotage
Combat Drone

Galm is known for building things on the spot for the situation at hand, he always carries spare parts for this reason.

Equipment:
Acolyte Heavy Pistol x2
Upgraded Tech Omni-Tool
Kassa Fabrication Armor
Spare Parts

Misc: Galm likes human music. Galm also has a pet bird who has an energy shield

Name: Drex

Race: Krogan

Age: 586

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Battle Armor


Chank (Pet Varren):


Personality: Drex is an old school Krogan, if you've ever met one. Violent, blood thirsty, and war crazed. Drex is a fierce warrior, with reckless intent. Shoot first, don't ask questions. Believing that he is the fiercest Krogan in the Galaxies, Drex fears nothing; in return, he can find himself in over his a head bit at times. Drex is a brutal killer, preferring to use his Spike Throw to disable his enemies, so he can finish them off with a brutal, brunt beating to the death using his Krogan Hammer. Drex has been known to cripple his enemies, and then using his Krogan Hammer in a fierce horizontal swing, to knock his enemies' heads right off of their bodies. If you're looking to prove stereotypes wrong by trying to make friends with a Krogan, Drex is not the Krogan you want to meet.

Backstory: Drex was born shortly after the first sightings of the Collectors in the Terminus Systems, roughly around 1600 CE. Drex grew up learning of the old life his Krogan Ancestors lived; being feared as the fiercest beings in the Galaxy, out numbering any other species beyond compare. Drex believes that Krogan are meant to be the most dominant species of all the Galaxies; Krogan should rule Space, and all of it's inhabitants. The Genophage, of course, proved that even the mighty Krogan can be stopped. Drex does not forget what could have been, if the Genophage had never crippled his Species; and he will never forget who is to blame for knocking the mighty Krogan down to the same level as other, lesser, species.

Drex lived a fairly uneventful life, for a Krogan at least, most of his days. Completing his Rights of Passage as a Krogan, and thinking of the army he would be able to father, if not for the Genophage. Drex had proven himself as a mighty warrior among his fellow Krogan on Tuchanka. A many battles Drex had fought, Krogan to Krogan; 'tis the way of his people, after all! Drex was most known for fierce combat with his Krogan Hammer. Drex feared nothing except the thought of not being the last thing that his enemies saw, before his smashed their skulls to dust with his Krogan Hammer. Drex would come to find a love of the Graal Spike Thrower, and learn to use it well. This made decapitating his enemies all the easier, as he could just immobilize them with his Spike Thrower, and then have his way with whatever kind of brutality he saw was fitting for his weaker opponent. Drex was a true, fearless, mighty warrior of the Krogan; though this trait does not always serve the best cup of Ryncol.

With the imminent demise of the Universe in sight, Drex was ready for the war he always thirst for. Drex would be one of the first Krogan to offer his services in the fight against the Reapers; finally seeing his chance to fill his cup with enough blood from his fallen enemies. Drex would go on to fight many battles during the war with the Reapers, claiming too many victims for even an AI to remember. Once the Reapers had fallen, and the last drop of his enemies fell from his Krogan Hammer, Drex had a real taste of what war is. War is in Krogan blood. Drex is made of war. Drex is made for war. With a seemingly peaceful time approaching the Galaxy, Drex set off to find another drop to quench his blood thirst. Without war, what would Drex do?

Drex can only think of one place that may hold what he is looking for; the scum-capital of the Milky Way - Omega.

Specialty: Soldier/Berserker

Powers/Skills: Hardened Adrenaline Rush, Heavy Fortification, Carnage, Inferno Grenade, Rage, Shredder Ammo.

Equipment:
Graal Spike Thrower

Krogan Hammer


Misc: Drex spends his free time (and most of the time) drinking as much Ryncol as he can. Drex loves a fight, and won't even think about turning one down. Drex has a suit of Battle Armor he scored from his time fighting the Reapers; though he prefers to go without most of the time. The only thing Drex "cares" about, is blood on his Hammer, Ryncol in his cup, and his pet Varren - Chank (named after Tuchanka).

Name: Pixy (However everyone knows her as White Glint, not Pixy)

Race: Human

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Appearance: Outside of armor


Inside armor

(Replace the pink with grey and add white highlights on the arms)

Personality: Pixy follows the route of Archangel, mostly a lone wolf. She's also a bit destructive with her moves. She'll shoot an ally if it means the mission or objective is completed. She keeps to herself mainly, to keep up her identity of White Glint, and for other reasons. Pixy enjoys humming and singing to herself in battle, to keep her thoughts steady and focused, her actions have gotten her several nicknames in merc groups, such as "Hummingbird of Death", "Last Song" and "Musical Murderer". She appreciates the nicknames greatly. She's also trigger happy.

Backstory: Pixy grew up on a backwater planet. Well, was born there. Cerberus sent a retrieval force to the planet and stole her at a young age, then was forced through genetic experimentation. She became smarter, faster and has well-honed reflexes. VIs experimented on her, leading to a hatred of sentient machines, plus a distrust to everyone. She was trained to be a Cerberus sniper, an amazing one at that. Cerberus even made her custom armor, despite their past.

After a while though, Pixy began to question if she should take orders blindly, she was murdering Alliance soldiers trying to defend themselves, and kids with guns who frantically tried to escape. During a Cerberus attack against the Alliance, she began shooting Cerberus troops and surrendered to the Alliance. After a bit, she was finally released from them and made her way to Omega. While she was there, she heard rumors of a guy named Archangel, a master Turian sniper. He sounded just like the guy Pixy wanted to be, and thus followed in the blood-ridden footsteps of Archangel.

She began making herself a name on Omega, an anti-merc lone wolf. Eventually, her name was spread amongst merc groups, White Glint, Archangel's successor. Everyone knew they didn't need a new Archangel, yet their attempts to stop her failed. This message that was sent intrigued her, and she decided to check it out...

Specialty: Infiltrator

Powers/Skills:
Tactical Cloak
Sabatoge
Operational Mastery
Disrupter Ammo

Equipment:
M-98 Widow (Painted white, lightly modified for more ammo.)
Stiletto VI x2 (Painted white)
Dual Plasma Knives (held within shoulder pods)

Custom "S-Configuration" Medium-Heavy Armor
- Sensor array for highly accurate shots at extreme ranges.
- Backwards facing Proximity Sensors, housed in the "horns"
- Shoulder Pods, containing knives.
- Extended Knee Guards, for kneeing enemies, sniper stability when no cover is present, and to push knives deep into armor.
- Energy Shields

Misc: Due to the Armor's construction, Pixy cannot wear clothes inside it. Thus, she only takes the armor off in private when changing into casual clothing.