[@Inkarnate] That's completely understandably and thank you for keeping up with the communication throughout! I'll add you to the list of names in case we ever need a spot to be filled! [@Monochromatic Rainbow] Gotcha' I'll let y'know if I see anything amiss! And finally here is Batch#2!!!! [hr] [@Rtron][hider=Kopris][center][hider=Large Image][img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/8634cb94-2875-4d4f-89c3-24f9da881610/daq3moe-50e0c654-4003-4cbe-bf97-a97181d7bb60.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7InBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzg2MzRjYjk0LTI4NzUtNGQ0Zi04OWMzLTI0ZjlkYTg4MTYxMFwvZGFxM21vZS01MGUwYzY1NC00MDAzLTRjYmUtYmY5Ny1hOTcxODFkN2JiNjAuanBnIn1dXSwiYXVkIjpbInVybjpzZXJ2aWNlOmZpbGUuZG93bmxvYWQiXX0.HCheASdx55KI4kySCan5d5Xxm9qDtHAjjgj_FoOVFts[/img][/hider] [color=dadada][sub][color=BABABA]K O P R I S C A N ' S O B A R[/color] [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] 40 [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] Male [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] Batarian [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] Vanguard [/sub][/color][/center] [b]"The most important thing in life is family."[/b] [color=cyan] <- Quotes! [/color] [color=BABABA][sub]A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada] Kopris Can'sobar looks like he always expects a fight. His scarred face is in what appears to be a permanent scowl and glare, twisting the gnarled mass of scar tissue around his missing top right eye (the eyeball itself replaced with a simple black marble) even more than it would be normally. His surprisingly powerful (for his age) frame always slightly tensed, wide shoulders slightly hunched, as if ready to react in a second. Over a decade in the Batarian Special Intervention Unit and in the Terminus systems have taught him to expect the worst out of every situation and every person he meets. That way, he won't ever be caught off guard. The only times Kopris to not have a scowl and a glare, and seems to relax, is when he's asleep, when he's baking, or when he's otherwise reminiscing about his family. His face and body relax, showing a gentler side that Kopris hasn't been in touch with for many years. The face of a man who would rather heal than hurt, who wants to help people. Of course, as soon as he notices someone is watching, or he wakes up, the same scowl and tenseness returns. If you were to ever see Kopris without his clothes, you would see a body marked by a lifetime of war. A multitude of scars are across his body. Bullet holes, cuts, stabs, bites, claw marks, there is a startling amount of variety in the types of damage he has received. All telling a story of who he fought and how they fared. Kopris, while not entirely certain of where every single one came from, can usually tell you where he was when he got the majority of them and who he got them from. On his right forearm, there is a tattoo of a Batarian skull with a knife stabbed through the top. A banner floats from the hilt of the knife reading, in the Batarian language: "We will reclaim what was stolen." A memento from his SIU days, and perhaps the closest he ever got with his fellow SIU members. On his left forearm is another phrase, also in the Batarian language, reading: "For my family, I will sacrifice." A reminder of what he was fighting for. Something he could look at when he was knee deep in blood and shit and needed something to fortify his resolve. To give him strength. Now it's only a painful reminder of what he has lost, but also a connection to who he was that he desperately clings too. [color=cyan] <- Tis' a good line! [/color] He's normally in dark clothing with an eye for function rather than comfort. Combat boots, fatigues, and a t-shirt. A habit he picked up from his time in the Hegemony's military as a surgeon and medic, when there was never any time to clean of bloodstains and he had to be ready to move in a moments notice. Looking closely one can see that there are small stains on all of his clothing. Fluids from operations long pasts, cigar ash being accidentally ground into the fabric, cleaning fluid from when he cleans the Medbay, etc etc. While far from the point of smelling or being actually unhygienic, it's clear that Kopris doesn't care about his own cleanliness nearly as much as does care about his equipment's cleanliness.[/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]B A C K G R O U N D[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Born to Ja'Kho and Ekranya Can'sobar, the importance of sacrifice for, and loyalty to, family was impressed upon Kopris from a young age. His family was near the very bottom of Batarian society, only barely above that of slaves. They managed to eek a living out, ignored at best and scorned by those with higher standing at worse. It wasn't a good life, by any means, but they were happy with each other. They were saving what little money they could to begin slowly buying their way up the ladder of society, to a better life. When Ekranya became pregnant with Kopris, Ja'Kho didn't want this life for his son. He couldn't wait any longer for their slow plan to work, otherwise Kopris would live far too much of his life in the filth they had lived all of theirs. So, he joined the Hegemony's military to support and save his family from the bottom. [color=cyan]<-What type of unit did he serve in?[/color] A completion of military service in the Hegemony guaranteed a rise in social status for them. Not a large one, granted, but a comfortable one. One that was leagues better than scraping for food and supplies at the bottom of one of Kar'shan's magnificent cities, scuttling along like insects that were beneath the notice of those above. Ja'Kho was a man who was willing to sacrifice for his family, and sacrifice he did. He never told his wife nor Kopris about what he did during his tour of duty, but the scars on his body, his sometimes empty stare, and his missing right hand told stories enough all by themselves. Ekranya, for her part, continued to work. The money Ja'Kho was making while in the military was enough to keep the hovel they had currently as a home from being taken away, but not much else. Even though she was pregnant she worked with Eezo in the factories of Kar'Shan, refining it for the warships of the empire. There were many accidents in the factory, as her caste and others like her were considered expendable. Production was all that mattered, not safety. As a result, eezo dust would be frequently released into the air and inhaled by Ekranya. She recited prayers from the Pillars to give her and Kopris the strength to resist any harmful mutagens, and continued on. Her husband was sacrificing for them in the military, and she needed to sacrifice for them in the factories. She continued to work even after giving birth to Kopris, paying what little she could afford to have a trusted friend watch him while she worked. Born in 2138, these were the conditions of Kopris' first two years of life. He doesn't remember himself, but his mother would often tell him stories of how seeing his bright smile would give her the strength to go on, even after a horrible day at the factory. In 2140, one eezo accident too many left Ekranya blind in her right eyes, and unable to work. Things looked dark. Ja'Kho's money keeping their hovel meant little if they couldn't afford any food to eat. Fortunately, Ja'Kho would be discharged the week after and they would be given a safe home. An [i]actual[/i] home, above the filth of the ground and scrapping of their caste below them. Where she would be safe, and they could raise their child away from the filth he had known all his short life. It wasn't as high in status as they would have liked, they were unable to afford personal slaves of their own and had to rent out other's from time to time for example, but it was much better than where they had been. From an early age it was clear that Kopris was an intelligent and gentle child. Always curious and asking questions, he would pick up information quickly, much to the delight of his parents. He would find injured insects or animals and ask his parents how best to help the creatures, tearing up when told that there was nothing that could be done. His parents always pushed him to go into something great, something that would help himself and others. To use his gifts to the fullest of their potential. Especially his father. The one time that he expressed interest in following in his father's footsteps, and joining the Hegemony's military, his father curtly shut it down. "No son. The military isn't what you believe it to be. It's only an option for those with no choices left before them. You have hundreds of choices before you. Your mother and I have seen to that." Kopris merely nodded, and let it go. His father had spoken, and that was good enough for him. Kopris idolized his father as the epitome of the Pillars of Strength. The man had fought for his family, sacrificed for his family, and continued to endure for his family. He suffered snide remarks from his supposed equals about buying his way to his current status, thinly veiled insults of cowardice to survive in the military to get this far, all so that Ekranya and Kopris could continue to have a good life. To Kopris, Ja'Kho was the greatest hero to ever live. To pay back his parents for all that they had sacrifice for him, all they endured for him, Kopris threw himself into his studies. He would live up to the potential they saw in him and he would ensure that his family got the life they deserved, one way or another. He wanted to help people, to heal them. To never have to accept 'there is nothing to be done' as an answer again. So he threw himself into the medical studies and practice, determined to become the best doctor he could be. At the age of nineteen, after several hard years of study and practice, he became a surgeon. The pride in his parents' eyes that day, as he was officially recognized as a doctor and a surgeon would stay with him forever. He met a woman during his first year as a surgeon, a nurse by the name of Dalea. She was a strong willed, fiery woman, and Kopris fell head over heels for her at almost first sight. His initial attempts at wooing her were...bad, to put it politely. Having put all of his efforts and time into studying, Kopris had never actually given the opposite sex a thought, much less a look. His romantic overtures ranged from awkwardly cute (such as when he tried to read her terribly written poetry) to so laughably bad they were cringe inducing (such as when he tried to compare her beauty to the natural beauty of an intestinal system). [color=cyan] I like this section! It is very cute[/color] When he discovered that Dalea harbored a sweet tooth, however, [i]that's[/i] when Kopris turned the charm on, and the oven. He spent countless hours over his family's oven, trying to perfect the deserts that Dalea favored, and leaving her little candied gifts and sweets with notes that were actually somewhat romantic (he had thankfully moved past trying to compare her to organs or organ systems). Unbeknownst to Kopris, he was slowly winning Dalea over. It wasn't through his direct attempts. Those were endearing, but obviously not his forte. What won her over was how much he cared about his job and what he was doing. He treated every patient with the same amount of respect and care, giving reassurances to those afraid, jokes to those who needed laughter, and professionalism to those who only wanted to be in and out. His best aspects stood out not when he was reciting badly written poetry, but when he was making a little girl giggle through her tears as he gently inspected her broken arm, when he was listening intently to an old man's rambling stories as he inspected the results from the latest test, or when he was reassuring a panicked visitor that everything that could be done for their loved one would be done for their loved one. He went to great lengths to ensure his patient's care and comfort, and cared for each one deeply. [color=cyan]#Goodguy Korpis[/color] That, coupled with how devoted he was to family, finally won her over and she agreed to let him take her out to dinner. They would marry in the next year, and soon had a child on the way. When Dalea was pregnant Kopris became an extreme mother hen. As Dalea left her job to prepare for the birth and their child (Kopris making more than enough to support them both) he waited on her hand and foot as much as he could, ensuring she never wanted for anything nor needed to do anything. It drove her up the wall . "I'm not made of glass you know!" Was a phrase consistently thrown at him, when his hovering would grow too much. He'd always win her over with another baked desert or a pocket sweet, cooling her temper. On the night of their child's birth, Kopris found himself overcome with nerves and the pressure for the first time in a long time. He paced worriedly outside of the room, waiting for news, prayers falling from his lips. He was never in his life more relieved than when the door opened and he heard the healthy cries of a baby and his wife's voice tiredly calling him into to see their son. He was named Dal'ran, and Kopris had never felt a more instantaneous love and desire to protect than when he looked into the four eyes of his infant son. With his wealth gained from being a surgeon, Kopris was able to purchase a rise in the social hierarchy for not only himself,his wife, and his child, but his parents as well. [color=cyan] My question here would be where did he work then? I'm assuming a high class hospital? And if that's the case how did he get a job there if he had a relatively low position in the social ladder? Merit alone? Did he make friends during his education. etc[/color] They could finally live the life of comfort and peace they had always deserved with a new home and obedient slaves to see after their every desire. His wife loved him, their child was coming along healthily, he had finally repaid his parents for all that they had sacrificed for him, and his family's safety was secure. Life was good for Kopris, and he was happy. The reports of a minor war between the Turians and a new race known as 'humans' were only mildly interesting at best. They were no threat too the Batarian Hegemony, and of no interest to Kopris or his family. He merely continued to focus on caring for his wife and child, and dealing with the medical problems that came at him on a day to day basis. Three years later, the humans began aggressively colonizing the Skyllian Verge. The Hegemony called it an invasion, a theft of Batarian interests that they as a people had worked so tirelessly for. The Council not only refused to protect Batarian interests, but threw them out of the Citadel when they protested. The humans were the favored, and the Batarians could rot. Such was the story that Kopris, his family, and the rest of the civilians of the Hegemony were told, at any rate. And they accepted it as the complete truth. After all, why would their government lie to them? Anti-human propaganda began pouring out, stirring hatred, as the Hegemony's economy tanked with the sudden lack of trade from the Citadel races. The Element Zero rich colony of Camala couldn't support the entirety of the Hegemony by itself, no matter how wealthy of a colony it was. As resources became scarce, strict rations were implemented and often brutally enforced. As the lower ranks of the social hierarchy began to starve, Even Kopris and his family began to feel the strain, as less and less people could afford to see a surgeon, more content to simply endure their pain than spend money that could be used for food on a doctor. Those that could were few and far in between, and rarely needed Korpis' talents. His hospital had to let Kopris go, unable to justify the cost of paying him as their own costs soared and their income plummeted. The same thing was happening in hospitals across the city, and none of the others could afford to take him on. Not a man to let his family suffer without doing anything, Kopris scrounged whatever jobs he could whenever he could. Cleaning, trash collecting, butchering, whatever was available Kopris took it without complaint. It was barely enough to scrape by, but it worked. Prayers from the Pillars were constantly upon his lips as he waited for the economy to recover. The Hegemony promised it would. It had too. He had no other options if it didn't. The tensions in the cities shattered after 6 months of true starvation by the lower castes, igniting into food riots and bloodshed. The security forces of Kopris' city were quickly overwhelmed, and the enraged mob only grew as rebelling slaves and other wronged and starving groups joined it. The violence was heading straight for Kopris and his family, and they were desperately trying to get to safety. Kopris and his wife and child went ahead, only reluctantly leaving Ja'Kho and Ekranya with assurances that they would follow right behind, and that they shouldn't be worried about. Kopris managed to get Dalea and Dal'ran behind the high walls and armed guards of the security force's headquarters, and hurried back for his parents. They were supposed to have been right behind them, grabbing only their most precious items. He removed anything that would have indicated that he wasn't apart of the mob, and hurried to his home, praying that the worst hadn't happened. His prayers were ignored. Kopris found his mother and father murdered in the home he had bought them, their precious items scattered across the floor, the house ransacked. They hadn't been able to leave before the mob broke its way in. A numbness flooded him as he woodenly examined the bodies, both fruitlessly checking to see if they were somehow still alive, and making sure that their eyes hadn't been defiled so their souls could exit their bodies. Kopris found a cold solace in the fact that they appeared to have died quickly, and not tortured by a mob that they used to be a part of. He didn't remember making his way back to Dalea and Dal'ran. He only knew that one moment he was walking through the streets, the next he was in Dalea's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. It took a full month for order to be restored to the city, and by then Kopris' back was against the wall. He , Dal'ran, and Dalea had no home left to return to, there was next to no paying work left in the city even with all of the violence that had occurred, and he needed to make sure his family was safe besides. They could only stay so long in the headquarters of the security forces, and he was loathe to leave them with no place safe place to stay. Just as despair was beginning to set in, his father's words came back to him. "The military isn't what you believe it to be. It's only an option for those with no choices before them." Kopris had no choices left, and he needed to protect what family he had left. The military would protect his family, in return for his service. Dalea was against the idea. "You're not a killer, Kopris! You're a healer. The military, all it does is turn people into killers! It'll destroy you!" She argued, half-pleadingly. Kopris stood firm. His family needed him to sacrifice, and that is exactly what he would do. No matter what was required, he would sacrifice to protect them. With Kopris being unswayed, and having no better alternatives to suggest, Dalea reluctantly agreed. That same day, Kopris signed up to be assigned a military position, and his family was assigned protected military housing. Within hours, Kopris was designated to basic training, then training for the Special Intervention Unit. [color=cyan]<- Why was he shipped of to the SIU? I'm assuming because of his medical experience?[/color] His tour of duty would be indefinite, until the Hegemony could restore order to their space. He kissed Dalea and Dal'ran goodbye, and boarded the shuttle to the training camp. Fear coursed through him as the ship left the planet. There had been stories about the SIU, and none of them good. Soon, if he survived, he was going to be the cause of those stories. Kopris looked at the picture of Dalea and Dal'ran in his hand, and felt his resolve return. He would protect them. No matter the cost. Basic training proved little trouble for Kopris. He soaked up the necessary information like a sponge, and was able to take the necessary physical fitness in stride. It was discovered that he was an average biotic (a lucky mutagen from when his mother had worked while pregnant with him). He didn't have any biotic power to write home about, but it was enough to get him a biotic implant and begin training more dedicated to him controlling his newfound powers. While certainly not a breeze for him, this also posed no significant challenge and he made his way quickly through that training as well. Neither basic training nor his biotic training did anything to prepare him for what was to come, however, as he was shipped off to specialized training in the SIU. The first month of SIU training nearly destroyed him. A lifelong healer and gentle soul, Kopris found the brutal training and encouragement of merciless, often cruel, violence against your enemies nearly unbearable both physically and emotionally. In the sparring sessions, where the goal was to beat down your opponent (often into a bloody mess) he would hesitate, not wanting to hurt or cripple his opponent, and end up beaten to the ground himself. In the live fire training he would flinch and freeze up at the sound of gunfire whistling around and above him, and the explosions booming near him. Fear ripping through him at the thought of what could happen to him if he made but one mistake. Each day left him physically exhausted, and emotionally ruined. This was made worse by the fact that they were cut off from all contact outside of the training camp. He couldn't hear his wife's reassuring voice, or his son's joy bringing laughter. The only thing that kept him from crying every night was the ruthless mockery of his supposed squad mates. Kopris was isolated and alone. By the end of the first month Kopris was certain he was doomed. It was final testing day, the day that they proved themselves worthy of continuing on, of becoming SIU members. Those that failed would be sent home. Kopris was certain he was going to fail, when he woke up that morning. He was the worst of the unit, and everyone knew it. He was too gentle, too weak, too kind hearted for what the SIU was. He didn't have what was necessary to serve the Hegemony. As he stepped into the sparring ring for what he believed was the last time, Kopris was resigned. He would be rejected and thrown out, and return to Dalea a failure. And then...Kopris paused as he thought of the future after his failure. And then what? Sit there and watch as his wife and child starved on the streets? The Hegemony was still in an economical depression. There were no hospitals that would, or could, take him. If he was lucky, Dalea and Dal'ran would die quickly and painlessly in their sleep, though it was more likely they would die slowly and painfully on the streets, staring at Kopris. Staring at the man who had failed to protect the only important thing in his life. But that was only if he failed here. As he stared across the sparring ring at his sneering opponent, Kopris felt something harden and snap inside of him. This man was an obstacle. A danger to his family. If he beat Kopris here, Dalea and Dal'ran would suffer and die. Kopris wouldn't let that happen. He [i]couldn't[/i] let that happen. He would sacrifice anything and everything for his family, even if that meant sacrificing who he was. When the fight began, Kopris no longer hesitated. He no longer felt any pity or remorse for what he had to do. His opponent had made the mistake of getting in between Kopris and his family's safety, and now he would pay for it. Kopris ducked under a swing by the other man, and slammed his fist into his opponent's ribs, breaking one. As the man sucked in breath to yell in pain, stepping backwards, Kopris kicked into the straightened knee, snapping it backwards. As the man fell to the ground, Kopris leapt on him and delivered two punches to the side of the skull, knocking him out. It was brutal, and efficient, with no emotion to it. Kopris did not hate his opponent. He was merely an obstacle that needed to be removed. He had shoved the part of him that was appalled and horrified at what he had done and was going to do deep down inside of himself and smothered it with ruthless logic and cold drive. And so, with an emotionless, ruthless, determination Kopris threw himself into the SIU training, rising to the top of his unit and specializing as the unit's combat medic. He wasn't going to fail his family. He couldn't. Kopris would graduate and be almost immediately sent into Hegemony d[svr[color=cyan]<-???[/color] to restore order to the chaos that the Batarian's removal from the Council had brought. He was allowed one live video chat with his family, both relieved to see each other alive and well after so long a period of silence, and then he was shipped off. In those years, serving as the Hegemony's fist, Kopris and his brothers in the SIU would put down slave rebellions, crush caste uprisings, torture and eliminate outspoken enemies of the Hegemony, prevent spies from escaping to Council space, and do countless other monstrous things to ensure the safety and security of the Hegemony. Kopris executed all of his orders with the same exact emotionless efficiency he had shown that day in SIU training. There was nothing personal in any of these events. They were simply threats to his family's safety, and he could not allow them to endanger his family. Despite this front Kopris displayed, and how hard he tried to distance himself emotionally from what he was doing, each atrocity chipped away at who he was before joining the SIU, leaving less and less of Kopris himself, and more and more of the perfect, unquestioning soldier of the Hegemony. Even as he felt more and more of himself slipping away, Kopris pressed on. If that was what was required to guarantee his family's safety, it would be done. He could see that it was worrying Dalea in the brief video chats they were allowed in between missions. Her eyes would be staring at him more and more worriedly each time, not being reassured when he tried to tell her that he was fine, that everything would be okay at the end of his tour of duty. She didn't believe him, but nodded anyway. Kopris could feel the distance growing between them, with each useless reassurance he gave. Dal'ran seemed to be growing a foot taller every time Kopris saw him over the video, and he seemed to be recognizing his father less each time. It had been years since they had seen each other in person, and that gnawed away at Kopris. Doubting thoughts would begin to slip into his mind, past his attempts to keep them repressed. What was he doing here? Why was he hurting these people who were only desperate for shelter and food? What good was he doing, aside from having his son grow up with an absent father and his wife grow ever more distant from him? These thoughts would be repelled, however, each time Dalea reassured him that they were still safe in military housing, and that they were receiving half of his pay monthly. He was protecting his family, and providing for them. No matter how much it hurt, he had to keep moving forward. During his missions throughout Batarian space, there were rumors that the Hegemony was preparing a retaliatory strike against the Systems Alliance for its theft of what was rightfully Batarian planets. Rumors that their unit was helping control the chaos caused by the invasion of the Verge, while the Hegemony was directing most of its resources to a quiet military build up to retaliate against the humans. Kopris paid no mind to these rumors, focusing only on the tasks given to him. If the Hegemony asked him to, he would wage war against the Alliance. For now, his focus was returning order to Batarian space. The rumors were confirmed when his unit received orders that they were being transferred to the Batarian External Forces [color=cyan]<- Why did he get transfered? Was it kind of an all hands on deck situation?[/color], to begin striking back against the Systems Alliance. They were told they would begin the Batarian reclamation of the Verge. Their destination was a farming colony, ordered by their commanders to be made an example of what happens when you steal Batarian territory; Mindoir. In 2170, Kopris and his unit helped spearhead the attack on the unsuspecting farming colony. It was a nightmare given life. Civilians were massacred without any regard or care. Women and children. Old and young. The surrendering and the defiant. Their orders were to exterminate the majority of the colony, and enslave the rest. As he carried out the attack on Mindoir with the same emotionless efficiency he had enacted during his entire career in the SIU, Kopris could feel the last part of himself left cracking and breaking under the strain. Treacherous, weak, thoughts began to worm their way back into his mind. What was he doing? He was a doctor, a healer, not a murderer. These people had done nothing to him, or the Hegemony, and only wanted to live their lives. They weren't even trying to fight back anymore, simply struggling to stay alive, mourning the dead, or simply fleeing. If he stopped now, maybe he could save some. Maybe he could help them survive and then-. The flood of thoughts came crashing to a halt. And then what? He would be designated a traitor, and even if he survived the retribution of his own unit (not to mention the entirety of the Batarian forces on the colony) his family would suffer as a result. The Hegemony did not tolerate traitors, nor their families, and would doubtlessly make an example of them. By saving these people, he'd be dooming his own family. He had no choice. Kopris raised his assault rifle, and gunned down another fleeing colonist. With the attack complete and the colony destroyed, they turned to their secondary objective of enslaving the survivors. This was where Kopris' background as a surgeon came to be the most use for the unit. He was designated as the one attaching the cranial implants. For what seemed like days he was attaching the implants, over and over again as the colonists begged and pleaded and screamed. The last part of the man he was finally snapped and died, leaving Kopris with no regrets. No hesitation. When reports came in of Alliance ships coming to rescue the planet, Kopris was pulled from attaching the implants to where the front lines were expected to be. Their defenses were dug tightly in and ready, but every capable medic was still required to be on hand. The Alliance military wasn't something that could just be easily ignored, no matter how much they were hated by all of his comrades. As the marines landed and his comrades jeered and howled, Kopris couldn't bring himself to do more than view them as yet another threat to his family, an obstacle that had to be removed, no matter what. He didn't hate the humans, despite the endless propaganda produced by the Hegemony. They were merely in his way. Kopris doesn't clearly remember the counter-attack. It's a blur of bullets, artillery fire, biotics being thrown about, and the screams of the wounded and dying. He doesn't know how many he pulled from the frontline, patched up, stabilized and had withdrawn to the medical tents, or simply shot to end their suffering. Their faces all blurred together into an endless litany of pain, all crying out for Kopris to save them. At some point he was pulled from the front line himself to operate on the wounded in the medical tents. The last thing he remembers of that day is being exhausted, covered in blood, and barely standing as he was pulled around by the shoulder and told that they were being extracted. The Alliance couldn't break through their defenses, and they had enslaved all surviving colonists they could. It was time to leave before reinforcements arrived. Kopris nodded slowly and dumbly, and stumbled his way back to the transport ship. The last he saw of Mindoir was flames rising as his comrades set fire to the colony. Rather than being pulled back into Batarian space, as Kopris expected, they were ordered to stay in the contested territory of the Verge, and begin laying the ground work for a larger assault while preventing the Alliance from retaliating. They were to pretend to be a band of roving slavers and pirates. They would not contact anyone from inside the Hegemony, and if they were caught they would not be recognized by the Hegemony as members of the Batarian External Forces. The Hegemony would decry them as terrorists and pirates, and leave them to their fate. They would receive their orders through a secure channel once a month, during which they would also give their reports. Their orders having been given, the feed cut off. Kopris was secretly glad he wouldn't be able to contact Dalea and Dal'ran for an indeterminable amount of time. He didn't know if he could hide what he had done from them. For the next six years Kopris worked with his unit to weaken the Alliance's position in the Skyllian Verge and strengthen the Hegemony's. They attacked colonies, assassinated alliance officials in the Verge and helped allies of the Hegemony. They helped eliminate rivals of Elanos Haliat, who promised to organize an attack on Alliance territory in the Skyllian Verge if the Hegemony cemented his control over the pirates of the Terminus systems. Soon, with the aid of Kopris's unit and other Batarian External Forces units, Haliat was one of the most powerful pirate kings in the Terminus Systems. During those six years Kopris became fully aware of just how the Hegemony had lied to its people about the events of the Alliance's colonization and the Council's reactions. They had brought their economic depression upon themselves, out of foolish pride and anger. Kopris wasn't completely surprised. He had helped silence influential criticizers of the government for years in Hegemony space. It wasn't a stretch to say they also spun their own mistakes and failures as the rest of the galaxy against them. After years of more bloodshed, political maneuvering, and planning the Hegemony and their allies were ready to strike the Alliance again. Kopris and his unit received orders to meet up with Haliat's fleet and prepare for an assault on Elysium, the oldest human colony and a symbol of human achievement in the Verge. They were going to destroy it, and show to the humans that nothing they built on land they stole from the Hegemony would last. As the attack began, and Kopris and his unit landed on the surface of Elysium to attempt to breach the colony, Kopris knew it was doomed to fail. This wasn't Mindoir, where the colonists had almost no military training and perhaps two guns between them. Elysium was filled with Alliance marines, both active duty and retired, and was closer to Alliance patrol routes. Kopris and his comrades tried desperately to push through the defense of the colony, as the ships of their allies were torn apart in the skies above them. It was another bloodbath, but not only for the humans this time. Despite the losses they were inflicting upon the colonists, Kopris' unit was being chewed apart by the defenders, and the Batarians weren't making any headway towards their goal. A retreat was soon called, and Kopris ran forward to grab one of his downed squad mates. He wasn't close with any one of them, but he wasn't about to callously leave them to die, either. As he leaned down and got his shoulder under the arm of the wounded man, a bullet from one of the defenders slammed through his top right eye and out of his head. Fortunately, the angle was wrong for a killing shot and the bullet merely ripped through his top right eye socket. The pain was excruciating, but he couldn't let it get the best of him. Someone's life depended on it. Kopris screamed, blood pouring down the side of his face, but clung to his wounded comrade and hauled him back to where the rest of their unit was waiting. The adrenaline faded as they made their way back towards the shuttle, seeking quick extract before all friendly ships above them were destroyed, and Kopris passed out. He woke up in a panic (not knowing where he was or what had happened) on the medical center of one of the few Batarian controlled ships that had escaped the disaster of Elysium, a bandage over his right eye. The doctor calmed him down and told him where he was, and then informed him that he would live, but they were unable to save his eye. Instead he would be given a new one. One worthy of his sacrifice. For now, he needed to rest and recover. Kopris agreed, and settled down to rest and recover. It would take several months before his eye was healed enough that he could return to active duty. Several long, boring, months of waiting around and trying to find something to occupy himself with. [color=cyan]Was he not allowed to return to his family during this time?[/color] To prevent his mind from thinking of all that he had done in the last decade or so of his life. All the harm he had caused, and the lives he had ended or ruined. It was with relief and almost genuine joy that he returned to his unit. A pearl white marble was in his top right socket, a scripture of the Pillars of Strength written on it. It indicated that he had lost his eye while sacrificing for the Batarian people, and that his soul would not be hindered when it left his body after his death. Despite the failure of Elysium, his unit's orders remained the same. Weaken the Alliance hold on the Verge, strengthen the Hegemony's. Things were different though, more difficult. The pirates and roving bands of the Terminus Systems were spooked by the destruction of so many ships that had attacked Elysium, and refused to meet with them or hear out their proposals. Alliance officials, now alerted to the very real Batarian threat, were under tighter guard than ever. The next few months were difficult for Kopris and his unit as they struggled to make headway with their orders while avoiding capture or execution by the increased Alliance patrols. Everything fell apart for Kopris in 2177, a year after the failed assault on Elysium. They appeared for their monthly report and orders and, at first, nothing seemed unusual. The reports and orders were given as normal, quickly and curtly. Time was of the essence, otherwise they risked the Alliance catching the transmission and zeroing in on their position. Still, time seemed to slow and freeze for Kopris as the officer in the hologram looked at him. "Kopris. We regret to inform you that your wife and child were killed during a riot that escalated into a full blown slave rebellion. May the Pillars give you the strength to continue your duty in this difficult time." The transmission cut with a click. Kopris could feel his world dropping out from beneath him as a cold numbness took over. Dalea and Dal'ran, dead. Killed by rioters who were forced into their desperation by the very government that he was serving as a butcher for. They very government he had given over a decade of his life too, in the express agreement that it would keep his family safe. A government that had taken every part of him and destroyed it, promising to protect Dalea and Dal'ran in return. Kopris was only distantly aware of voices talking to him as he turned and woodenly walked to his quarters. He sat down on his bed and pulled out the picture of his wife and son with a shaky hand. It was the last picture they had taken as a family, before he left for basic training. Suddenly Kopris was sobbing. [color=cyan]I sad[/color] A torrent of grief, horror, guilt, and shame tore through him. He had hurt so many people, destroyed so many lives, and for what? Just to fail to protect the most important thing in his life while busy fighting for a cause he didn't even believe in, half way across the galaxy? That couldn't be true. It was a mistake. The galaxy couldn't be that cruel, to allow him to sacrifice so much for his family, only to have them taken away from him after he had given all that he could give to keep them safe. Kopris cried for what seemed like days, curled up in his bed. When his tears had dried, all that was left was fury and disgust. They wanted him to keep doing his duty? He had already [i]failed[/i] at his duty. His only duty in life was to protect his family, and they were dead. He owed them nothing now. He wouldn't serve as their butcher any longer. But he had to wait. There was no where to run, not yet at least. Any attempts at desertion now would only result in them gunning him down, and he wouldn't let them have that satisfaction. No, he would wait. And when the opportunity arose, he would run. Damn them, and damn their war. His opportunity came only a week later, as they landed on Antirumgon to begin talks with an up and coming pirate captain. They split up into groups of two, walking through the latest temporary town to be put up, and searched for their contact. As soon as he and his partner were out of sight from the rest of the group and relatively isolated, Kopris struck. His enforcer gauntlet crushed the neck and the base of the skull of his partner like a tin can, and the other Batarian dropped without a sound. Moving quickly, Kopris hid the body and got onto the next pirate ship that would take him, leaving behind his old squad and the life he had known for more than a decade. Instead of feeling relief, satisfaction, or happiness at his escape, Kopris only felt more angry. More enraged. He had escaped, but there was nothing to escape too. There was nowhere for him to go but the Terminus Systems. The Hegemony and its actions had seen to that. Kopris scarcely remembers the year that followed, it was a blur of constantly being drunk, high, or both. A ball of rage working his way through the Terminus System and doing anything to attempt to drown out the pain that he still felt for his failures. He vaguely remembers cheering at the news of Torfan being eradicated, but not much else. Clarity returned only after an indeterminable amount of time, with Kopris sitting in a disgusting apartment in Omega, staring at the picture of his family with an M-3 Predator in his hand. He was contemplating joining his family and ending the charade. There was nothing for him to live for in the galaxy anymore. No cause for him to fight, no one for him to care about or protect. On the other side, however? His wife and child waited. Peace and rest awaited. Perhaps even forgiveness, if he was lucky. Despite all the reasons too pull the trigger, Kopris couldn't. He wanted to live, despite all that he had done. Despite the ruin his life had become. Despite the fact that he had nothing left to truly fight for. He wanted to live and keep going, even if it seemed that there was nothing left. After what seemed like an eternity, he put the Predator to the side and sighed, leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. "She would kill me if I only returned to her because I killed myself." He sighed again, and stood up. He was going to need money if he was going to live, so he might as well get started. Dalea would also kill him if he returned to her after dying from something stupid, like starvation. [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]S K I L L S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]First and foremost, Kopris is an extremely skilled surgeon and battlefield medic. He has spent most of his life studying or practicing the art of medicine and saving lives, and has snatched more people from death's door than he cares to remember. He has a wide variety of experience with aliens and faces no more problems patching up humans, turians, krogan, salarians, or asari than he does fellow batarians. The more unusual aliens, such as volus or elcor, he is less competent in, but has studied enough to at least prevent them from dying under his care. His time in the Hegemony's SIU gave him experience in operating on the battlefield, and he's as comfortable patching someone up under a hail of bullets as he is in the medbay. His bedside manner leaves much to be desired, certainly, but there is no one better at keeping you alive. On the opposite side of the coin of putting someone back together is tearing them apart. Kopris is a ruthlessly efficient interrogator, knowing just how to hurt you for maximum pain and minimal risk of death. And in the off chance he does go to far and you start slipping away, he can bring you back from death's door. Anyone in the hands of Kopris will soon either tell him what the company needs to know, or break. Those that survive the SIU training become brutally efficient soldiers, and Kopris is no exception. He's a skilled marksman with his rifle and SMG, and a powerful melee combatant. His biotic powers only serve to make him even more potent soldier, trained to his fullest potential by the Hegemony. While his biotic powers are fairly average his control over what powers he does have is strong and he knows how to use them to the fullest of their abilities. After more than a decade in the Special Interventions Unit and in the Batarian External Forces, waging a war that the Hegemony never could have won, Kopris is skilled in asymmetrical warfare. Assassinations, sabotage, ambushes, hit and run tactics, intimidation tactics, Kopris has participated in and is skilled in all types necessary to fight against a stronger foe. Kopris is a very talented baker [color=cyan][url=https://i.kym-cdn.com/entries/icons/original/000/027/475/Screen_Shot_2018-10-25_at_11.02.15_AM.png]Can...can.. he make cupcakes[/url]?[/color], specifically desserts, though this is a skill he doesn't brag about or make publicly known. A skill hard earned from months of trying to woo the woman who would become his wife over and years of practicing to appease her sweet tooth and the sweet tooth of their son, Kopris can craft some surprisingly delicious desserts. Always up for a challenge, he knows at least one recipe from other races as well and can bake them confidently. He doesn't know for certain how good those are, as he obviously has had no third party taste testers of things like human brownies, but he thinks they taste good enough. He often waits til everyone on the ship is asleep or otherwise occupied and sneaks into the kitchen to bake, singing a soft song under his breath as he does so. It reminds him of a time before the Hegemony withdrew from the Citadel, when everything was good and he was happy.[/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada] M-15 Vindicator (Incendiary Rounds, Assault Rifle Stability Damper) - A weapon he picked off of a dead Blue Suns mercenary, the M-15 strikes the perfect balance between power and accuracy for Kopris. With it he is capable of engaging enemies at range with lethal precision, allowing him to decide when and if he wants to engage them in closer combat and not being forced to rush in like so many other Vanguards he sees. Blood Pack Punisher (SMG Ultralight Materials, Chemical Rounds) - Picked off of a dead Vorcha, the Punisher is Kopris' go too weapon when he does decide to engage in close quarters. It's designed be wielded in one hand, allowing him to use his other hand for his biotics in combat or to pull a wounded teammate away, and packs enough punch to bring enemies down or keep them away. Heavy Skirmisher Armor- The only thing Kopris kept from his military issued gear, this armor has gotten him through more battles and operations than he can remember. Rugged and dependable, it is perhaps the only thing that Batarian State Arms has made that isn't overprice garbage. Kopris goes to great lengths to keep it in tip top shape and effectiveness. Two Omni-tools with Enforcer Gauntlets- When enemies are within melee range, these are Kopris' best friends. encasing his fists in spiked omni-gauntlets, Kopris uses these to their fullest ability whenever the opportunity presents itself. They are effective intimidation tools, as most people tend to hesitate when they see two spike gauntlets waiting to crash into their face. Outside of combat, Kopris uses his omni-tool to surf the extranet or as tools in a pinch. White marble- Kopris' first eye replacement, symbolizing that his honorable sacrifice would not doom his soul, this pure white marble has the scripture of the Pillars of Strength written on it. Anyone who knows Batarian culture and the Pillars of Strength will recognize it and its significance. Kopris keeps it around mostly out of the feeling that it would be blasphemous to throw it away, and it can be often seen sitting on one of his shelves. [color=cyan]<- Why did he replace it with the black one?[/color] Operating Gear- Tired of never having all of tools he would need when moving from mercenary job to mercenary job, if he had any tools at all, Kopris finally saved up enough credits to buy all the surgery and general medical gear he felt he would need to properly do his job, and stores them in a decently sized brief case that is in the Medbay. Opening said brief case reveals a confusing array of gleaming steel equipment, but Kopris knows where everything is and its purpose. He takes even better care of this equipment than he does his armor. Collection of Omni-Monster cards- A guilty pleasure of Kopris', he keeps his prized collection of Omni-Monster cards in a binder, with each card having its own sealed liner to further protect it. He finds the monsters designs and the strategy in building teams of them to battle incredibly interesting and almost addictive. It is perhaps the only good thing to come from Kopris leaving the Hegemony system, and he greatly enjoys collecting them. Box of Cigars and matches: Kopris usually has at least once box of cigars on his person with a box of matches for whenever he needs a smoke. He reluctantly shares if anyone asks. Personal collection of Liquor: While no longer a raging alcoholic, Kopris still enjoys a drink to relax after long days of fighting or operating. His personal box contains several bottles of Batarian Ale, a bottle of Batarian Shard Wine, a bottle of Asari Honey Mead, a bottle of Akantha, and a bottle of Ryncol. Kopris has never actually drank the Ryncol. He keeps it on hand for if he runs out of medical antiseptics and there's an emergency. "It'll clean anything it touches. Inside and out." Picture of Dal'ran and Dalea: The last picture Kopris took with his family. It depicts is wife, him, and their four year old son right before Kopris' departure for basic training. One of Kopris' most prized possessions, it goes with him everywhere. Sirta Foundation Medical Scanner, built into his helmet- With no proper equipment to actually do scans to see if his patients have any broken bones, lacerated organs, or where any bullets may have stopped inside of them, Kopris needed something that could functionally double as several different types of complex medical equipment. Enter Sirta Foundation, medical technology extraordinaire. With their scanner, Kopris is able to figure out what is wrong and what needs to be done as fast as possible. It cost him a pretty penny, but the lives it has saved are well worth the credits spent. [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]A B I L I T I E S [/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada] -Lash -Biotic Focus -Backlash -Ballistic Blades [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]PSYCH PROFILE[/sub][/color] [color=BABABA][sub]T R A I T S [/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada] Positive: Focused, Intelligent, Loyal. Negative: Pessimistic, Bitter, Surly. [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]V I C E S[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada] Brawling: Kopris actively seeks out fights when on downtime between missions. He's not stupid or aggressive enough to pick fights with teammates or on the job, but when the ship is docked and they're not looking for a job, if he's not in the Medbay he's out on the streets, looking for a fight. If a port has a fighting scene, be it legal or otherwise, Kopris will find it. It's something he picked up after deserting his unit, a way to vent his fury. Soon it became a habit, a way of punishing. Punishing who, he's no longer certain. It could be himself for failing his family. It could be whomever is in front of him for happening to be apart of the galaxy that ruined everything. Smoking: Kopris picked up a smoking addiction while serving in the SIU. He's almost constantly found with a cigar in his mouth. It helped calm his nerves, in the beginning, and now its simply another habit that keeps him going. Logically, as a medical professional (for he certainly isn't a doctor anymore), he knows that at best the habit is slowly weakening his body to the point where it might cost him his life in a battle. He just can't seem to bring himself to care about that. Sweet tooth: A weakness he picked up from his late wife and child, Kopris lacks the self-control to resist the allure of desserts, candies, or anything sweet. He always has a pocket full of sweet candies he can snack on, and a sure way to get him to do what you want (within reason) is to offer him a dessert or candy in return. When out and about, he always returns with more sweets to stash away in either his pocket or his quarters. Omni-Monsters: A collectible card game with fantastical creatures based off of practically anything in the universe that has hooked Kopris completely. He loves the designs of almost every single creature, and is intrigued by the strategy behind building teams that cover each other's weaknesses and build upon each other's strengths. The fact that you can scan your cards with your omni-tool and battle other players from around the universe is only a bonus. Whenever he sees a store selling the Omni-Monster card packs, he always buys at least two to increase his collection. [color=cyan]I love this[/color] [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]H A U N T[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Kopris can almost always be found in the [i]Achilles'[/i] Medbay, prepping for the next time it might be needed, taking stock of supplies, drinking, cleaning his equipment (both in the medbay and for combat), patching himself up from brawling, or simply relaxing and surfing the extranet on his omni-tool. The Medbay itself is dishearteningly small. If anyone was looking for the reassuring gleam of high-tech surgery equipment and a large room for whenever they need it, they were disappointed. There's a table for operations, cabinets and dressers along the walls for medical supplies and equipment, and not much else. Upon first seeing it, Kopris only gave a disdainful snort. "Good thing I brought my own supplies." Kopris keeps the entire area clean and gleaming, ready for whenever someone gets wounded.[/color] [/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]D R I V E[/sub][/color][hr][indent][color=dadada]Once a man driven by the needs of his family, Kopris is now driven by both spite and the knowledge that his wife and child would almost certainly hate him even more if he gave up and died just to be with them. He's survived too much to just lay down and die now, and he's sure that if he does he'll be giving some cosmic being, some unknown enemy, or some human who would find his corpse the satisfaction of his death and he refuses to give anyone that. So Kopris slogs on, clinging to life purely because his death would make someone happy and certain that he needs to do better with what life he has left, to make his family proud in the afterlife. [/color][/indent][/hider] This...This is a very good sheet! Like hot damn! It made me feel things! Honestly I had trouble finding things to pick apart from it! I have a few questions and comments peppered about but really you don't need to answer those. They are kinda just there to maybe help you think of things you didn't think of at the time or answer some questions that I still had after reading. Over all though you did a very good job! Much impressed! [hr] [@Lauder] [hider=Hann'Ceedda nar Jalazi] [center][img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/302062776967364618/583309093674942464/image0.png[/img][/center] [center][color=dadada][sub][color=BABABA]Hann'Ceedda nar Jalazi[/color] [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] 24 [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] Female [color=BABABA]⟁[/color] Quarian [color=BABABA]⟁[/color]Infiltrator[/sub][/color][/center] [b]"I like being away from all the action. It allows me to think it's all a game."[/b] [hr] [color=BABABA][sub]A P P E A R A N C E[/sub][/color] [indent][color=dadada] Hann’Ceedda is not an incredibly tall individual standing at just about 5’5” and there is little more she has to despise about herself, other than the standard quarian immune system. Her environmental suit has a predominately light gray coloration patterned with a slightly darker variation of gray and a white which resembles a digital camouflage. The main body of her suit is black with a dark grey elongated hexagonal patterned going all the way down and around the proper body suit. However, her environmental suit has a distinguishable change in that the light on the filter of her mask is not on, never has been and never will be, better for hiding that way. Through her mask can be seen two glowing eyes and while her facial features are as hidden as any other quarians, Hann’Ceedda’s face can be described as a fairly beautiful young woman. Her lips may not be as full as another woman but her face is heart-shaped and her eyes are a bit narrower than most. Hann’Ceedda has soft cheekbones and there is no blemish or imperfection that can be caused by fights due to the simple fact that it has not felt anything outside of her helmet. The hair under her helmet can be described as a blackened and short cut, barely going past her chin and her bangs neatly kept away from her eyes as to not obstruct anything she might be viewing. Moving onto her body, it is lithe and combined with her short stature makes her a fairly decent choice for getting into smaller places and hiding. Hann’Ceedda is toned from years of exercise and her thin body mostly comprises of muscle as she takes great care of her form. [/color][/indent] [hr] [color=BABABA][sub]B A C K G R O U N D[/sub][/color] [indent][color=dadada] Hann’Ceedda was born in the year 2155 CE aboard the ship known simply as the Jalazi, a small transport ship that was actually outside of the Migrant Fleet. Her parents were exiles from the Migrant Fleet as her mother, Mehi’Wiss Vas Rica, was found to be a traitor after a tragic mistake when she nearly compromised her ship’s defense systems by introducing a VI to optimize those defense systems instead had a glitch that nearly broadcasted the system and its weaknesses across space, but it was caught in time when one of the ship's council members managed to isolate the VI when Mehi’Wiss notified him. This, however, did not go over well with the other council members. Upon her exile, Hann’Ceedda’s father, Roto’Ceedda Vas Rica, took the exile to stay with the one he had loved. The couple was gifted a small ship, the Jalazi, and rations to live out their lives in the galaxy. [color=cyan]<-- Who gifted them the ship? Even a small ship is a valuable resource in the Fleet since they are like literally what their entire life revolves. So it seems a little weird from them to just be like here take this ship! Now if they stole the ship that would be another story....[/color] around When Hann’Ceedda was born Mehi’Wiss contracted an illness and shortly died a few weeks after, leaving Roto’Ceedda to be a single father. [color=cyan]<-- I mean, I get that he took the exile to fellow his lover... but like why couldn't he just come back? He honestly didn't do anything wrong.[/color] This meant that Hann’Ceedda grew up with very limited interactions with members of her own species outside of her father. [color=cyan]Generally how was her relationship with her father. Obviously it is good enough for her to go hunt him down and rescue him later, but during the years how were they? Because there was some tension there with the gun training and such. [/color] However, the two made the most of their lives and from a young age, Roto’Ceedda instilled the same niche traits of programming that her mother had. Though Roto was never able to truly compare to Mehi’Wiss’s abilities, he managed to spark Hann’Ceedda’s interest. The two continued to live as nomads, though they had become traders [color=cyan]traderes of what?[/color] of some degree as they had to learn the basics of the Alliance’s economy rather quickly in order to make a living. This was their life up until 2164 CE when Roto took up living as an engineer for a krogan mercenary group, fixing their weapons and armor in exchange for a small portion of their money whenever they accepted a job. Life for Hann was hard in this krogan group [color=cyan]how was it hard? cause the krogan seemed to like her enough to teach her how to shoot. That suggests that they liked her.[/color], though Roto attempted to limit the interaction between his daughter and the group as a whole.[color=cyan]Was he always a mother hen or did not happen after his wife died?[/color] If there was one thing that she had learned from them, it was to not show weakness, especially in front of a krogan. [color=cyan]And how did she learn that?[/color] This was Roto and Hann’s life for roughly five years until Hann was caught being taught how to shoot weapons at the age of fourteen. Though the krogans had begun to teach Hann when she was eleven behind Roto’s back whenever he got busy with work.[color=cyan]Who started it? Was it like the Krogan's going you need to know how to use a gun you are already 11 or was it 11 year old Hann going "I wanna learn to shoot!"? Because that kinda changes the context here a lot[/color] The event caused a rather large rift between Roto and the Krogans, and it left a bad taste in Hann’s mouth, though she never stopped learning how to properly use weapons even despite her father’s orders. [color=cyan]<-- Why didn't her father want her to learn how to shoot. It is a dangerous galaxy? Was it like a moral reason?[/color] Eventually, it all boiled over in a one-sided fistfight between Roto and one of the mercenaries that was going over the basic practice of sniper usage with Hann.[color=cyan] <-- Usually fistfights with angry Krogan's ends up with the other party dead? How did Roto end up not dead? Did Hann stop it somehow?[/color] While no one died, Roto did take Hann and abandon the Krogan. In defeat, Roto took Hann to the Flotilla in a bid to keep Hann away from harm. It was a day of sadness as while the Migrant Fleet accepted Hann into their ranks, they refused Hann [color=cyan]I think you mean Roto?[/color] still given he had become an exile with Mehi. Hann has yet to hear from her father since that day, though she does attempt to contact him through a myriad of ways that have failed. Additionally, life with her own species proved difficult to acclimate to as she had become used to the harsh, aggressive nature of the krogans. Though among her kind, Hann was able to learn what her mother had been able to do and she followed in those footsteps, practicing her abilities and honing them so that she may understand code and files, as well as her mother, had. When Hann had turned seventeen, only being with the migrant fleet for almost two years, she opted to start on her Pilgrimage so that she may be considered an adult by her people. However, when she left the fleet, she immediately put all the skills she had learned to re-establish a connection with an old krogan friend, Wakmor. [color=cyan]<-- Was he part of the old merc group? Or just somebody else the family knew?[/color] Hann used him to attempt to find out where her father’s trail had gone, though Wakmor proved little help. For over a year, Hann attempted to find the trail of her father, traveling to any system that she remembered from her youth and offering services in retrieving data to make enough credits to continue traveling and surviving. In 2173 CE, Hann found a clue of her father’s whereabouts which pointed her to Omega, the hive of scum and villainy itself. Knowing that it may be a suicide run for her, she turned to a group that she had known for a long time, the Damned Ashes, the krogan mercenary group. [color=cyan] Why did she go to them even though they had such a bad relationship with her father? Was it a devil you know situation?[/color] Hann contacted them under a false name, merely known as Splinter, as to not stir up any past aggression they may have still bared towards her father. [color=cyan]<-- Did she remain undercover with them the entire time or did they eventually find her out? Or did she tell them?[/color] With all the money she had accumulated and any services she could have offered them, Hann had managed to get her old friends to aid her aboard Omega. When they had reached Omega, the group immediately ran into resistance from the local gangs [color=cyan] Why? Like unless they were kicking down doors and pointing guns at everyone screaming where her dad was...[/color] though Hann did her best to mediate any conflict to avoid turning a misunderstanding into an all-out gang war. It took a few days, but Hann did manage to get into contact with someone who had come into contact with Roto and as it turned out, he was still in Omega. [color=cyan]Who was that contact? I like names not someones.[/color] The downside was that he was being held by a gang who had a brilliant idea to try and ransom him back to the Migrant Fleet, whom they had failed to come into contact with. Having no money, Hann knew she would never be able to afford whatever ridiculous prices the gang attempted to ask from the Flotilla. However, she did have a group of Krogan that were eager for a fight. Hann led the Krogan against the gang, initiating a fierce battle at the gang’s headquarters in the Gozu district. Eventually, Hann and the krogans managed to breach the headquarters, moving through tight quarters and slaughtering those who opposed them. It was in this attack that Hann found that she did not enjoy the act of killing, but she knew that she had to if she wanted to see her father again. [color=cyan]What was Hann's role during the assualt or did she just sit back and let the krogans do all the work?[/color] Hann did manage to come across her father, but the state she found him in was one that made Hann cry more than she ever had before. Roto was chained, malnourished, sick, and atrophied to the point where he was hardly recognizable without his suit. It was the last time Hann would share any words with her father, being told that she should live to find life wherever she wanted so long as she does not have to struggle. That was the life that Roto wanted for Hann, and after those words, Hann took it upon herself to put her father out of his misery, that being his final request and knowing that he would not survive no matter how much Hann tried to help him. After that event, Hann paid off her debt to the Damned Ashed for three years as a data broker and as an assassin [color=cyan]Did they force her to become an assassin? Because you already established that she doesn't like killing... And beinga data broker could be more then enough to a pay a debt off[/color]. She was twenty-one when she had finally gotten rid of her debt, her hands being riddled in blood and death by the time she was able to call herself free. [color=cyan]Did this change her all as a person[/color] It was in this freedom that she considered returning to the Migrant Fleet to fulfill her pilgrimage, but knowing that she would not belong [color=cyan]<--- because of the assassining? Or something else?[/color], abstained from the idea. Hann would go onto to reclaim the Jalazi [color=cyan]<-- It got lost? How? And who did she reclaim it from? Did she do it violently? There is a story here and you should tell it. [/color], living as her people had and becoming a nomad for two more years as she processed all the things she had done and continued to grieve for her father. It was a time for her to clear her mind and decide on what she wanted to do with her life now that she could do whatever she wanted. Eventually, she grew tired of the nomadic life and began to look back into her old work as a mercenary, though she did not plan to return to the predominantly Krogan group. There were too many memories for her to have to face that she would rather not. After some looking around and selling the Jalazi for some cushion money, she found work with the crew of the Achilles, offering her services as a sniper [color=cyan]But why a sniper though? Is there anything that particularly drove her towards sniping? She doesn't like killing so why did so insist on killing more people? Lots of crews probably just need a hacker.[/color] and hacker. It is merely time that will tell whether she will drift away as she did from the other groups. [/color][/indent] [hr] [color=BABABA][sub]S K I L L S[/sub][/color] [indent][color=dadada] [b]"Keelah, how many passwords does a security system need?!"[/b] Hann’Ceedda, first and foremost, is someone who can bring a lot of electronics expertise to the metaphorical table, being about to find the inner workings of a VI and pull the strings of one given enough time and effort. In a pinch, she can maintain some calm and focus on hacking so long as she is not the one being directly shot at. That said, she is proficient in the art of getting into security systems, she can pull vital information, and doing just about anything she can with her Omni-Tool. Outside of the realm of hacking, Hann’Ceedda knows her way around a ship, not an expert on everything, but she knows how to repair systems if they are in dire need of them and get any system to be functional. She is a decent repairman, doing what she can to make sure nothing is absurdly broken or inoperable. However, being no expert, she cannot make any modifications, or calibrations, to systems without further outside help. Additionally, Hann’Ceedda is a woman who knows her way around a sniper, having been taught from a relatively young age makes her highly trained in the weapon. [color=cyan]But there were long periods when she presumably wasn't training with it like when she was with the fleet or just with her father? Did she train in secret during this times?[/color] She is known to be on mark most of the time, though being under fire and other stressful factors have been known to hamper her accuracy. Despite this, Hann is able to fire at exceptionally long ranges, leading shots, and other factors from a vantage point with ease while she is focused on her target. This skill, to a lesser extent, goes to her pistols as well, though it's more of a flare as a sort of quick-draw more than any true skill, at least she can still shoot it. [/color][/indent] [hr] [color=BABABA][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/color] [indent][color=dadada] Quarian Envirosuit [indent][sub]Hann’s Envirosuit is practically a second skin for her, as it is for all Quarians, while it is not armored like the marines of the Migrant Fleet, it does protect her from most environmental threats. The suit also comes with a VI which monitors her health and well being, but also designed to give her a heads-up display on enemies and can zoom in along with her sniper.[/sub][/indent] Rosenkov M-97 Viper [indent][sub]The M-97 Viper, developed by Rosenkov Materials, is perhaps one of the more odd choice for a sniper given the lower damage per shot. However, this lower damage is offset by its effectiveness against armored targets, it is also one of the only snipers that is also effective against shields and biotic barriers. The weapon is also semi-automatic, allowing for a quicker follow-up shot rather than needing to be reloaded after a single shot like the M-92 Viper. As an addition to the weapon, the scope can display to Hann’s visor so that she may not have to constantly put the scope up to her visor in an awkward fashion.[/sub][/indent] Elanus Risk Control M-3 Predator [indent][sub]A relatively inexpensive pistol, the M-3 Predator is a rapid-fire weapon that is rather ineffective against shields and biotic barriers. Yet, it proves to be a reliable side-arm when in a pinch and Hann does not seek to use it too often. So long as she shoots first.[/sub][/indent] Sirta Foundation Chameleon Tools Omni-Tool [indent][sub]The Chameleon Tool was purchased by Hann shortly before joining the Achilles, perhaps out of a thematic choice than a practical one. Though, the Omni-Tool is still capable of allowing Hann to do what she does best, giving her a way to get into things that others would rather not.[/sub][/indent] [/color][/indent] [hr] [color=BABABA][sub]A B I L I T I E S [/sub][/color] [indent][color=dadada][list][*]Decryption [*]Sabotage [*]Tactical Cloak [*]Assassination[/list][/color][/indent] [hr] [color=BABABA][sub]PSYCH PROFILE[/sub][/color] [color=BABABA][sub]T R A I T S [/sub][/color] [indent][color=dadada][list]Positive [*]Focused [*]Passionate [*]Precise Negative [*]Detached [*]Quarrelsome [*]Dishonest [/list][/color][/indent] [hr] [color=BABABA][sub]V I C E S[/sub][/color] [indent][color=dadada]Cleaning [indent][sub]Hann has developed a habit to clean virtually anything, namely her guns or quarters, but this has been known to extend to hallways and other areas. When she gets into cleaning, there is very little that will stop her save for being called for a mission or having some other pressing matters that require her immediate attention. She developed this habit, not simply from being a Quarian, but because it provides her a means to focus on something other than her past, mainly her father and her people. For her, an escape is a means to hide from the things she does not want to face, even if that would mean lining up a bunch of sticks in an order of size.[/sub][/indent] Old Music [indent][sub]Hann is a fan of the classics and she loves to listen to them, while this would mainly be human music from the late 1900s and early 2000s, it does extend to other cultures as well. She has a strange fixation to that old human music to the point where she will listen to it while even on missions. When she is posted up in a vantage point, Hann will likely have some old music like “Southern NIghts” or, perhaps one of her favorite songs, “Mr. Blue Sky”. This has been developed through her time of surfing the Extranet, and she uses it as a means to desensitize herself from killing others. The music allows her to treat it more as a game than a true problem of morality.[/sub][/indent] [/color][/indent] [hr] [color=BABABA][sub]H A U N T[/sub][/color] [indent][color=dadada] The Shuttle Bay [indent][sub]Hann gravitated towards the shuttle bay, having an area that she tends to keep thoroughly sanitized and organized beyond what someone would actively call normal. In this little bubble, she tends to shoo people off with their contaminants and if they wish to talk to her they can wait outside of a specific line. At least she had the courtesy of putting some basic chairs in a substantially smaller area which is so aptly named the ‘Waiting Area”. The original space was where tool storage was, but that had since been moved to accommodate herself. Now the three-walled area has been converted to resemble a small, confined bedroom with a sleeping bag placed on the floor and an organized assortment of cleaning supplies, books, and pictures of her father and mother. Additionally, there is a music player from which she will be streaming music on a never-ending basis, rather than constantly playing it within her helmet.[/sub][/indent] [/color][/indent] [color=BABABA][sub]D R I V E[/sub][/color] [indent][color=dadada] After finding and executing her father, there was little drive that Hann had for going on and she had fallen into a depression while she worked from the Krogan. When she had reunited with the Jalazi one last time, Hann decided to live by her father’s words and find a life to live without any struggle. The life she dreams of is a life where she can finally retire to a planet and do absolutely nothing for the rest for her life; no space travel, no data running, no mercenary work. For that, she needs enough money to support being able to do absolutely nothing for a good long while so that she could have a life to ignore anyone who would have bothered her and be free of the intergalactic struggles that kept her in the mercenary life. After that, she doesn’t know what she would. Probably, nothing. [/color][/indent][/hider] Alright this a solid concept but as you can see I also ended up making a fair bit of comments! That really isn't an issue per say, it just means that I had a lot of comments or suggestions. The framework is there and now you just need to expand on it more. Because right now you have done a very good job at getting us from Point A to Point B, but now I want to see those extra flourishes added. Really focus in on characterization and highlighting moments that let us see Hann as a person. Because right now it feels very clinical and while giving us a pretty good idea of her history, I wanna know more about Hann as a person and how this history effected her beyond her being kind of a non-active party in events happening to her half the time. Did these events change her? Or did they make her resolve stronger? Was that her taking the initiative to learn how to shoot was that something forced upon her? I hope a lot of my questions can point you in the right direction. But don't worry because right now you have a very solid concept and starting point! Now you just gotta finish fleshing the product out! [hr] [@DJAtomika][hider=Karmm Sol][center][color=lightblue][b][u]K A R M M "S U L L Y" S O L[/u][/b][/color][/center] [center][sub][color=lightblue]⟁[/color] 37 [color=cyan]Y'know I don't think we've really seen any "young" Krogan really beyond Grunt have we?[/color] [color=lightblue]⟁[/color] Male [color=lightblue]⟁[/color] Krogan [color=lightblue]⟁[/color] Engineer[/sub][/center] [center][color=lightblue][sub][u]A P P E A R A N C E[/u][/sub][/color][/center][hr][indent][color=lightblue]As krogans go, Sol's up there with being both intimidating and scary at one go; Sol stands 8' 4" tall and weighs roughly 375 pounds, making him a giant bruiser of a krogan. The main colouring of his plating and hump is a faded shade of pale blue with several equally faded orange stripes in some sort of pattern across his hump. There is a pale blue stripe diagonally across his face, from top right to bottom left, as if someone painted his face blue and he just left it that way. His eyes are a light yellow-brown, like most krogan, and there are several light scars across his plating as well; bullet holes that have healed over, scrapes and slashes and cuts that criss cross his chest, face and arms. His face is almost in a permanent weary scowl, one frown away from an actual grimace or growl. Sol carries himself in a neutral manner, despite his size, not betraying aggression or any sort of negative behaviour unless warranted. His armour is often accented by a custom made gear rig and harness, from which hang several different types of tools, big and small, used to repair anything from FTL capable ships to cleaning robots. His armour's gloves are also often covered by a thicker pair of fireproof work gloves, but he leaves them off and clipped to his harness when he's not using them.[/color][/indent] [center][color=lightblue][sub][u]B A C K G R O U N D[/u][/sub][/color][/center][hr][indent][color=lightblue]Sol, better known as Sully among the shipwrights and mechanics of Omega, is an old soul. Hailing from Tuchanka, Sol spent two centuries on the krogan homeworld, his hands blackened and slick with engine grease and soot. His clan, Karmm, were and still are, machinists and mechanics, serving the bigger, wealthier clans who own the huge land trucks that trundle across the planet's surface, along with fixing any incoming or outgoing ships in Tuchanka's only space port. The Karmm clan served and continue to serve to this day, being the quiet mechanics working behind the scenes to ensure everything always runs on time.. Sol spent his years on his home world honing his talents in fixing things and getting his hands dirty. The young krogan learned how to defend himself early on, as all krogan do, and also learned the many ways that he could use his tools to maim and kill. [color=cyan]It's not really that important but maybe a paragraph on his family life might help? I know you said you don't really feel comfortable with Krogan lore, but you don't really need lore to talk about family dynamics. Where they supportive? Not so supportive? What did they do? Where they the one's that taught him? Does he still keep in contact with them to today? You know things like that. It will help give a better picture of where he is comming from[/color] But life on Tuchanka grew boring rather rapidly for young Sol. Already an expert at fixing pretty much every land vehicle the krogan could build and field, Sol yearned to see more. For years, he'd heard of shuttles and other passenger craft landing on Tuchanka, bringing delegates from the Alliance, or mercenaries from off-world looking for a tough krogan to hire. Over the course of a few months, Sol made plans. He learned the schedule for a particular shuttle that always brought mercenary captains looking for fresh hires from a faraway station called Omega, packed his things, paid the entry fee in credits and booked a seat on his very first space voyage. [color=cyan]"Did he do work for the mercernary captain when he got there? Because right now you make it seem like they literally were just ferrying him across the galaxy for no charge."[/color] That was how Sol began his journey across the stars. The shuttle brought him first to Omega, where he would begin selling his work by the hour, fixing shuttles and repairing droids for easy credits. [color=cyan]<-- How did he feel about going from a place like Tuchanka to a place like Omega? Because it is certainly something of a culture shock.[/color] Sometimes his employers would ask him to hold a big gun and look menacing while they conducted "business", which earned him a hefty paycheck that went towards paying rent and buying new tools to replace his old ones. Always learning, always improving, Sol went on the hunt for bigger, more exotic things to fix. He would often spend his spare credits buying junked vehicles to see if he could restore them, practicing and honing his craft on other vessels that weren't just the same giant krogan trucks day after day after day. The krogan gained a reputation from his near-constant status of being in the station's docking bays, offering his repair services to any and all pilots and captains on Omega. Over the years, his skills grew and soon he became one of the more prominent mechanics of the Omega docks, gaining a small following of loyal customers who always brought him new ships or hover vehicles to fix. But it was through these years that Sol also learned how to fix other things, for it wasn't always machines that people brought to him for fixing. Word came through the grapevine that Sol was a dab hand at repairing just about anything, so it wasn't long when a gun landed on his work bench. So would begin his slow descent into the dark underbelly of Omega, but he didn't realise it was going to be as dark as he knew it to be. The only thing Sol saw was another challenge waiting to be conquered. He didn't let his first few failures bog him down; anyone that dared threaten him often backed down because of his sheer size and bulk. Soon he had repaired his first gun, and it wouldn't be the last. Orders came in from all over the station; small time bounty hunters looking to get a rifle tuned, smugglers wanting an engine replacement on their ship, or even bigger mercenary companies looking to calibrate new weapons for their stock. [color=cyan]I like this! It seems like a very natural progression from where he started from![/color] Sol, now with a more human nickname of "Sully", was a mainstay of the Omega marketplace as a repairman and gunsmith. His little stall always saw a healthy amount of business, and soon he had more than enough credits rolling in to justify bigger purchases, like an actual set of guns for himself now that he was drawing attention, both the right and wrong kind, but mostly to deter any would-be scam artists that tried to rip him off of a job. He also managed to pay for a custom-made set of armour, specifically for his build, and to mount a harness on top of to hold all his various tools and gadgets. It was during this heyday that he met his first contractor. Someone who needed his skills on the regular and would pay him handsomely to just show up and act tough. So he did. He took his guns, went with this man, a human ex-Alliance soldier who had put a crew together to fence some stolen merchandise to an interested party, and stood there and attempted to look tough. Which went swimmingly well, for a deal made on Omega. The man, Nicholas Cole, roped Sol into his crew as big dumb muscle, although that didn't stop the krogan from showing off his actual skills in fixing just about any machine the other mercenaries threw at him. The crew ran several low-key missions, mostly hunting bounties throughout Omega and using the credits to restock on supplies, food and other necessities. It was through these experiences that Sol learned to defend himself, training himself in the use of what firearms he'd bought to make sure he wasn't being a burden on the team. He also learned how to fix drones through the team, particularly the other engineer on the team a turian soldier who was also a whiz at electronics and programming, who taught him how to set up his own drone from a shell. Over the next few weeks, Sol constructed his own drone from the same shell he'd started out with, naming it Kezzik after the turian that had taught him. He outfitted it with tools to help him with his mechanic work and a small SMG for self defense. Sol spent close to a year working with Cole and his team, getting to know them individually and hanging out with them during their free time. It was a different experience, something he'd not felt before. Back on Tuchanka, work teams were formed out of sheer necessity and members never socialised or got to know each other.[color=cyan]Though I would imagine most work teams were from the same clan? So maybe they did know one another?[/color] Here? It was different. Cole, Kezzik and the others were almost like family in their bond. Over drinks, Cole told Sol that they'd been a small-time mercenary outfit for just about two years, operating out of Omega but stuck within the Terminus systems because they had no money to fix their ship's mass effect drive. With Sol's help, they'd managed to earn a sizable portion for themselves, enough to maybe fund a replacement drive or to fix the problems with it. And that struck Sol. He offered to fix the drive for them, an offer which Cole initially waved off with a nervous laugh. Since when was a krogan able to fix a mass effect drive? Especially on a vessel of human make. The krogan merely shrugged and left it at that, but the human's curiosity got the better of him. Sol spent a week sequestered within the ship's engineering bay, and when the week was over, he'd fixed their drive with spare parts and some new ones that he had to buy from the Omega market. Cole was flabbergasted, but Sol merely answered his questions with a smug smile and a shrug of his shoulders. And like all things, the partnership was not meant to last. Once their mass effect drive was fixed, the crew spent another week on Omega before they bid Sol farewell as they left the station for greater ventures. [color=cyan]<--They just saw him fix a mass effect drive... why didn't they take him with them? Like that just seems dumb. [/color] Not being able to leave stung, even for a krogan, but work was work. The credits he'd earned through the contract were enticing...very enticing indeed. Enough to get him a new set of tools and then some. But...something was missing. After their partnership had ended, Sol took a few days off work to ponder about that feeling. It was a strange emptiness that haunted him during his time off, but as soon as he went back to work, he found out what that feeling was: a taste of adventure and of togetherness. Cole and his crew had shown him what it was like to work with like-minded people. Not like on Tuchanka where teamwork was born out of necessity, but a true team that worked together and played together simply because they could. Almost like family. And working on Omega just didn't have that same thrill for him. Sol realised that, in order to truly scratch that itch, he'd have to get off Omega. To leave behind the business he'd so lovingly built up, trust his instincts, and go on a real adventure, not be stuck on some backwater space station for the rest of his life. Sol began to make more plans. To leave Omega with a crew just like Cole's and see the galaxy proper. To that end, he kept up his repair work, but scoured the Omega intranet for job listings that would take him off-world. That was how he stumbled upon Nikolai Tsoi. An ex-Alliance soldier, just like Cole, but the difference being that Cole had a crew. Tsoi didn't. But Tsoi had a ship and he was looking for a crew. Sol took one look at the clunker, a turian patrol cruiser the likes of which he'd seen about once or twice before, and signed on the dotted line. He didn't have to move much, considering that his apartment was by the same docking bay that Tsoi had left his ship. With his belongings packed, Sol decided that a second chance to find fortune and adventure elsewhere laid in this man's hands. And he'd see about getting that ship fixed up, too.[/color][/indent] [center][color=lightblue][sub][u]S K I L L S[/u][/sub][/color][/center][hr][indent][color=lightblue][u]Engineering and Mechanics[/u] [sub]Sol is, first and foremost, an engineer. He has the technical know-how to fix almost all manner of ship and vehicle that comes into his shop, along with the finesse and steady hands that come with having years of experience handling delicate pieces of machinery. He isn't so experienced where he can instantly tell what problems a ship has as soon as it lands, but if you give him a few weeks with it, he'll gladly fix all of its problems. Same goes for any sort of land vehicle or even smaller things like air scrubbers or an omnigel dispenser. If Sol has the parts and the time, he'll fix anything within reason.[/sub] [u]Electronics and AI Programming[/u] [sub]Another skill that Sol picked up on Omega, courtesy of Kezzik, was the fine art of electronics and programming. Even more fine, delicate machinery to play with. Soldering, wiring, circuit boards and microchips, programs, AI behaviour, voice commands and facial recognition, oh my. The year that Sol spent with Kezzik, working on drones and learning how to code their behaviour, you'd think that he was a salarian stuck in a krogan's body with how fast he picked it up. Sure, Sol's drone does have a few moments where it glitches out, but for the most part it works just as he made it. Of course, if there were someone that were even better at programming drones than an ex-navy turian, Sol would love to learn from them.[/sub] [u]Weapon Maintenance and Upkeep[/u] [sub]The last skill that Sol had to pick up on Omega, because ships weren't the only things he fixed. Mercenaries and bounty hunters often came to him to get their weapons fixed or recalibrated, even though Sol never advertised himself as a weaponsmith. It was through this that he picked up some experience in meddling with guns. It didn't make him the best around, but he knew what parts went where and how to adjust things to make sure a weapon shot straight and functioned at 100%.[/sub] [u]Brute Strength[/u] [sub]And of course, krogans are known for their blood rage and sheer strength, and Sol is no exception to this rule. He is big, strong and chunky when it comes down to it. Not fast or fancy, but if you need someone to bash down a thin wall with his shoulder, Sol's your krogan.[/sub] [/color][/indent] [center][color=lightblue][sub]E Q U I P M E N T[/sub][/color][/center][hr][indent][color=lightblue] [u][url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffect/images/0/04/ME2_HP_-_Carnifex.png/revision/latest?cb=20140823153532]Kassa Fabrications M-6 Carnifex[/url][/u] [sub]Sol's go to pistol. Everything else was too small for his hand and he needed something with an oomph to it. Something that screamed "mess with me and you're not walking away without a few extra holes". A Carnifex was the best choice. Sol managed to get his off the black market, in exchange for having to work on the dealer's hoverbike for two weeks. It's got a few scratches and dinks, but a pistol is a pistol and his Carnifex, so far, has not failed him.[/sub] [u][url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffect/images/d/d0/ME2_SMG_-_Locust.png/revision/latest?cb=20140823161958]Kassa Fabrications M-12 Locust[/url][/u] [sub]At Cole's behest, Sol did get something slightly bigger for himself. The Locust was a sub-machine gun that fit his large hands and did an impressive job at keeping would-be dealbreakers off Cole's back during jobs.[/sub] [u][url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/masseffect/images/0/09/Medium-krogan-Duelist.png/revision/latest?cb=20100615045558]Jormungand Technology Hazard Armour[/url][/u] [sub]The very first, and so far only, suit of armour that Sol has. Bought when he was running off the first profits of his mechanic business, it was more for necessity to him. He needed something that could handle a tool harness and also that could reasonably soak up some bullets. The suit itself is a plain gunmetal grey, with light blue highlights, and is chipped and worn in places where he's scuffed elbows or taken ricochets from shots aimed at him. The helmet's visor also has a custom setting for macro zoom in the right lens, to aid Sol with fine, precise detailed work.[/sub] [u]Combat/Mechanic Drone - Kezzik[/u] [sub]The drone that his former crewmate of the same name helped him build. Kezzik is a simple, barebones drone with both combat and utility functions. It is a slightly flattened sphere shape, with a small, compact SMG housed within. Three slender arms are tucked away in the bottom of the drone that are able to hold tools or devices that Sol needs for his work, and in the front is a simple camera and scanner duo that has simple facial/omni-tool recognition and scanning capabilities to help the krogan identify problems within the infrastructure of whatever he needs to fix.[/sub] [u]Elkoss Combine Cipher Omni-tool[/u] [sub]Can't go wrong with an omni-tool. Elkoss Combine made theirs cheap but didn't skimp on quality. Sol uses his to perform more detailed analysis on anything he needs to repair, combining Kezzik's visual scanning capabilities with the omni-tool to pinpoint precisely where the problems are.[/sub] [u]Tool Kit[/u] [sub]A simple fabric toolkit that hangs from Sol's belt. Contained within are a few wrenches of various sizes, screwdrivers, pliers, wire cutters and other assorted mechanic tools.[/sub][/color][/indent] [center][color=lightblue][sub][u]A B I L I T I E S[/u][/sub][/color][/center][hr] [indent][color=lightblue][list] [*] Overload [*] Combat Drone [*] AI Hacking [*] Incinerate[/list][/color][/indent] [color=lightblue][b][u]PSYCH PROFILE[/u][/b][/color] [color=lightblue][sub]T R A I T S [/sub][/color] [indent][color=lightblue][b]Positive[/b][list][*]Dedicated [*]Loyal [*]Fast Learner[/list] [b]Negative[/b][list][*]Aloof [*]Blunt [*]Gruff[/list][/color][/indent] [color=lightblue][sub]V I C E S[/sub][/color] [indent][color=lightblue][b][u]Gambling[/u][/b] [sub]Unfortunately for Sol, he has a bit of a risk-taking streak when it comes to credits, and games of dice or cards are often where he loses some of the money he earns as a mechanic. He knows not to "go big or go home" as the humans call it, but a few credits over a game of poker tempts him to spend better than food does. And never bet that Sol can eat something disgusting, that's just mixing both his vices together. Bad times for him all around.[/sub] [b][u]Food and Cheesy Holovid Soaps[/u][/b] [sub]And another unfortunate vice for Sol, he loves to eat. He knows never to let anything he eats get near to the things he works on, but one of the things he just [i]has[/i] to do to relax or de-stress from a long day of work is to sprawl out on his bed and watch cheesy dramas broadcast on the holovid app on his datapad with a bowl of munchies on his stomach. Nothing appeals to him more than chowing down to relax.[/sub] [b][u]Fixing his Drone[/u][/b][/color][/indent] [sub]This is what takes up most of Sol's free time. Fiddling with the innards of his drone. There's always something to improve on or a new feature to test in his drone, and SOL doesn't disguise the fact that Kezzik is his life's work and one of his few crowning joys of being an engineer. He takes much pride in it, even with the imperfections, and he spends much of his free time hunkered over it on his workbench, busy working on a new feature or trying to fix old problems that he's never figured out how to solve.[/sub] [color=lightblue][sub]H A U N T[/sub][/color] [indent][color=lightblue][b][u]The Engineering Bay[/u][/b] [sub]The engineering bay is Sol's haunt. He's furnished it sparsely, with a few small shelves to keep his tools and his own workbench from Omega, on which he usually has Kezzik, with its guts and electronics stripped down and the krogan sitting over it, glowering at something through his helmet. A small weapon rack adorns one wall where his SMG and pistol are mounted, and the place is generally in a mess. An organised mess, he calls it. Things piled on tables and shelves haphazardly, but the krogan always knows where to get what he wants out of the clutter. A terminal sits on another bench, where the krogan keeps tabs on the ship's many systems, making sure nothing is wrong with the air scrubbers or artificial gravity. In stark contrast to this, the engine room and mass effect drive bay that are attached to the engineering bay are spick and span. Mounted on walls within each room is a panel with tools on little hooks, and a data pad containing live readouts of the statistics and variables of both the engines and the drive. These help Sol make sure that the most important parts of the ship are running smoothly and without any deviance from norms. After all, a ship without engines isn't a ship, it's just a fancy hunk of metal with a rudder and wings.[/sub][/color][/indent] [color=lightblue][sub]D R I V E[/sub][/color] [indent][color=lightblue][b][u]Finding a crew and an adventure worthy of tales to be told centuries later on Tuchanka, when he is old and grey. [color=Cyan]Is he ever home sick for Tuchanka? Or does he not regret leaving.[/color] Sol seeks that feeling of unity from being in a team, combined with the spark of adventure that enticed him ever since he met Nicholas Cole.[/u][/b][/color][/indent] [/hider] I think you were being harder on yourself then needed! I really like Sully a lot as a character, he's a very familiar character but very different at the same time and I think that is really really cool. I think the sheet would benefit from you going in depth a little bit more about his life on Tunchka before he left for Omega. Things like his family life or maybe a story about the first thing he repaired on his own or something. Something to give us a little bit more info on those formative years and give us a better idea of where he is coming from. Beyond that I have a few questions peppered throughout that I feel that maybe answering or at least thinking about will help you along! Oh and one final thing just for me would be to maybe throw some dates or at least when he x years old blank happened in there. Just so I have a better idea of the time frame of events! But overall very good job! ^<^