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[u][b]Full name:[/b][/u] Amynta T'Vete


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[u][b]Race:[/b][/u] Asari

[u][b]Citizenship:[/b][/u] She was last an official citizen of the Systems Alliance

[u][b]Aliases:[/b][/u] 

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 99

[u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Female

[u][b]Phys. Eval.:[/b][/u] 
Average by most metrics, her main defining physical traits are the slight pinkish hue to her otherwise standard, blue Asari skin and a small tattoo in the center of her chest of three hearts circling each other. 

Height - 5'8" Weight - 155 

[u][b]Biotics:[/b][/u] 
Her biotics are powerful, though this is not necessarily anything unusual considering this could be said of her entire species. Of note, however, is her unique proclivity toward biotic barriers that are incredibly sturdy despite her limited training in the use of biotics. Most of her abilities are self-taught and do not extend past simple, straightforward telekinetic-style usages, such as pushing, pulling, and lifting.

[u][b]History:[/b][/u] 

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She was born to a retired Alliance marksman with middling biotic capabilities and an older Asari who had been entering the matriarch phase of her life. Her mother had thought she was past having children, but apparently something about her father had gotten her attention, and so she'd decided to change course just a little while longer.

She spent most of her early childhood with two sisters and her father. Her mother had stronger encouraged the three to spend as much time with their father as possible, knowing their time with him would be comparatively limited. This was where she learned to use a rifle, her and her "middle sister," Antheia, having been fascinated by his war stories. The "little sister" of the three, Ilithyia, often tagged along, but ended up being the quiet one, overshadowed by the Antheia's enthusiasm. It was only Amynta's strong will that kept her from similarly being overshadowed.

They had settled on a quiet planet in human space, not too far from their father's friends and relatives, but somewhat isolated, allowing their father some peace in his retirement. Much needed peace and quiet, having survived the Reaper conflict. Their mother would often say it was that "seen it all" look in his eyes that had gotten her interest.

The peace was not to last. There was always an element of chaos. For some, they forget the hell of their near extinction all too quickly and looked to capitalize on the aftermath. Neither their mother's years of wisdom and experience or their father's time as a soldier could keep them together. It was no grand catastrophe or uncommon event that ended their happy days, but a simple band of marauders that numbered one too many. 

Barely out of their teens by human standards, the sisters were forced to flee, as their presence could only have delayed the inevitable at best. At the time, she was not aware of what she would one day be capable of, and unrealized potential matters little in a crisis. After fleeing, a few of her father's old friends banded together upon hearing what happened and went to investigate, but could only bring back the news the sisters had feared the most.

The years went by. They grew up largely around humans at first, staying with what they knew. In doing so they lacked heavily in guidance that they could have received from others of their kind, though in time this would prove at least somewhat beneficial.

However, it was not to last. The support from their father's friends could only get them so far and Amynta had effectively taken over as the head of their family. They didn't need her to be their mother, but neither had any of them been prepared to so suddenly be on their own. Their real mother should have still been with them for centuries to come.

Being born so soon after the cursed year left them constantly under scrutiny, and even Amynta with all her stubborn will could only do so much to protect her family from that kind of harm. She could not fight off words and suspicious glances. 

In the end, they chose to leave, one last time taking advantage of the charity of her father's old war buddies. In the end, Amynta would fail to truly hold her family together. Once they'd been uprooted, they never quite settled down again. Their only refuge was the frightening realm of Aria T'Loak. While they faced far less scrutiny, they didn't have to look far to find reminders of the people who'd taken everything from them.

Antheia took to traveling, putting into practice their father's teachings in order to make a living. Amynta would follow her, wanting to ensure her sister didn't do anything too stupid. Ilithyia stayed put, living a simple, civilian life and making sure they'd always have a home to return to, though they rarely did. In a way, she took the hardest road, as her sisters could always just move on if prejudices made things too uncomfortable -- which even in Omega space, it often did.

Amynta would take any odd job, not wanting to become a soldier of fortune like her sister was becoming. Construction, cooking, cleaning, simple security, etc. After a few years she'd done just about everything you didn't need a formal education to do. She did whatever it took to afford food, shelter, and the supplies to maintain her rifle. While she was not a mercenary, it was all she had left as a connection to her father. Furthermore, seeing as her sister [i]was[/i] a mercenary, if she was to [i]actually[/i] keep her out of trouble, she needed to be ready.

Whenever it was time to move on, she'd often book passage to other worlds on whatever ship her sister had been hired to protect, leading to what eventually became a well rehearsed routine.

"I'm not paying for your ticket."

"I didn't ask you to."

It was one such ship that altered the course of her life. For better or for worse, she debates to this very day. Pirates caught them between jumps, seeming happy to haul the wreck of their ship back to sell as salvage if they couldn't board the ship itself. Outgunned, they tried to run but there was no escaping in time.

Amynta put herself alone in the rear cargo-hold as the pirates locked on. Their ships shields had long since failed, and further attacks would have started venting the hull. In desperation, she threw up a biotic barrier, hoping to just buy a little more time. One shot, then two, her barrier alone withstood multiple shots from the pirate's cannons. 

Next came a missile, and still the ship survived as her barrier nullified the blast, but she'd been pushed past her limit. Her vision faded and she was tossed from the cargo-hold out into space.

Their ship had recovered its shields, but they would fail again before long once the next barrage struck. Limping through space, it seemed surrender was their only hope for any of them to survive, though what fate truly awaited them none could say... but the attacks stopped before they could radio their pursuers. 

Instead, the pirate ship radioed them first. 

"Everyone OK?"

She had blacked out briefly, but awoken moments later, drifting in space. At the last moment, she'd used her biotics to launch herself to the pirate's ship and break into it. While hardly a commando, a handful of startled pirates hadn't stood a chance. It was from here that a schism slowly grew between the two traveling sisters. In one fell swoop, she'd completely stolen the show from her sister.

People began asking for her, assuming [i]she[/i] was the gun for hire. While she'd occasionally worked as her sister's partner if it was absolutely necessary, she'd never before considered it to be her line of work. More and more, however, she began to get dragged into it. More and more, she proved her greater aptitude.

More and more her sister began to resent her. Eventually, the tension between the two boiled over and they split apart. 

As much as she'd always tried to avoid it, it was during this time that Amynta fully shifted gears into mercenary work. A regular job had always been... difficult to hold and people were always willing to prey on her desperation. Her fight against the pirates had taught her what she was truly capable of and, not only was she more suited for it, mercenary work payed better. She'd always been careful and vigilant -- a survivor. She was the type to actually live long enough to get paid.

It was almost too perfect for her. She was a rarity among independent mercenaries -- someone you could actually trust. Not just trust to not turn on you, but to actually see a job through. The sector had basically been conquered by pirates, if organized pirates, but many of those who'd always been there were just regular folk who now had to deal with a new regime.

She wasn't in it for riches and glory, just to get by. Getting by didn't involve getting pulled into raids and private wars. Her and people who just needed private security were practically made for each other. Those who would otherwise get passed over due to limited funds could turn to her.

This eventually gave her trustworthy contacts that would help her find paying clients who wouldn't shoot her in the back or lie about what the job was. It was a slow and steady snowball effect as she took on bigger and bigger jobs as her talent and client-base grew.

There was another benefit to all this. Immersed as she was in this new life and with the reputation she'd fostered, she could easily learn of certain goings on. Through a web of mutual contacts, she was told that a group was gearing up for a big job and were hiring outside help. 

She almost missed this, as anyone who knew her would have immediately known she wouldn't be interested in the kind of work being proposed, but Amynta still looked into it. It sounded like the kind of thing that could lead to a shift of power, however slight, in the region, so she wanted to know about it.

She recognized a name.

She'd had a lot of time to think, and she'd figured out why her seemingly unremarkable family had been targeted. Having lived out on their own, they had been isolated. Her mother being an Asari matriarch, their attackers had figured they'd be an easy, but potentially lucrative target. Low risk, high reward, or at least they'd hoped.

They'd been right enough.

Their group had grown over the years, taking on the name "Hope of Fortune," though still smaller than some of the more infamous mercenary outfits. They'd become too big to work as raiders, as they'd draw too much attention to themselves, and had turned to working as hired muscle, often working underneath those other, bigger groups.

Amynta turned to her most trusted contact, an old Asari matriarch, Matriarch Sotiria, who'd taken a liking to her and her style. She had been around the region for a long, long time; long before Aria had begun her conquest. She had influence everywhere, and it was easy enough for her to get Amynta's name to Hope of Fortune and their leader.

They wanted her, figuring her experience and biotic talents would help them land their biggest job yet. They didn't know who she was and she agreed on the spot. She'd barely asked any questions, and honestly had at times feared she looked too eager. She was able to discover that they still worked under the same leadership, though in his advancing age he rarely stepped foot into battle himself anymore.

Having now tracked down the man who'd shattered their world, she tried to contact her sister, but had no idea where to even start. She resolved to simply request her contact to do her best to track her down. If she was still a mercenary herself, there was hope she'd manage before too long. However, this wasn't something she could wait on.

The job was basically a territory dispute on some backwater planet, with each side wanting the land for themselves to set up shop. It was close enough to a lucrative trade route to set up a good smuggling operation. Their side already had a foothold, while the other side insisted that it was their territory the other was encroaching on.

Her plan was almost foolhardy in its simplicity. She leaked some information to the rival side and leveraged her own reputation to take command of the group on her side. She sent dozens of mercenaries to their deaths, and when they tried to retreat, they found a nigh impenetrable biotic barrier blocking their way while they were left to be slaughtered. 

When the rival group stormed the base, they found naught but corpses, with no sign of their killer.

Amynta, meanwhile, slipped away, returning to her employer. She called ahead to report her "failure," but when her ship landed, she wasn't on it. She'd allowed the onboard VI to go through the simple process of landing the ship at their compound. 

The compound was a small, walled fort at the foot of a mountain. As far as one could tell, it was some old outpost that had been built back up by the mercenary band. It was rather secure, and would be a nightmare to storm on foot. One would almost certainly need heavy equipment.

There was just one major flaw in the compounds defenses, however. The mountainous terrain gave someone with good aim, someone like Amynta, a line of sight up and over the walls to the landing pad behind them. She watched the mercenaries scratch their heads through her scope as the boarding ramp of her ship lowered, only for no one to walk down it. She watched their boss scream his head off about something or another. 

In hindsight, she should have shot him then and there. She shot the men next to him first, wanting him to feel some of the fear she'd felt all those years ago. However, it unfortunately let the old-man turn activate his personal shields, her shots glancing off them as he ran for it.

Any sane person would have cursed their decision and called it a loss, but Amynta may not have been particularly sane in that moment. What followed was a cold-blooded slaughter. One-by-one she methodically hunted down every last mercenary in the compound. Most never even saw her. The shots seemed to come from everywhere and their own walls became vantage points for their killer.

There was a good reason the boss had been furious. He'd lost a lot of men due to the stunt she'd pulled. With their numbers reduced, there proved to be nothing they could do to put an end to her hunt. When the survivors smartened up and began running for cover indoors, she unleashed her untamed but powerful biotics upon them in those confined spaces.

The mountain that had guarded their backs now became their tombstone. There was nowhere to run, for anyone who made for the front gate or a vehicle had been picked off instantly. All that was left was their leader and the man who'd decades ago unknowingly signed all their death warrants.

He had gathered the few remaining men under his employ to set a last ditch ambush at the farthest end of the compound, an d it was here that Amynta pushed her luck to its limits. Any other day it wouldn't have worked. Any other day she would have known full well that he had nowhere to go and that she could have waited him out; set her own trap in return.

However, that day she couldn't have been held back by anyone or anything. Her obsession wouldn't let her stop. She stormed the room, only concerned that her quarry was finally cornered and unable to run. She found him there, but also the hailstorm of bullets he'd had waiting for her.

She quickly used her biotics to shield herself from the barrage of gunfire, and then... she had an idea. She expanded her barrier more and more until it filled the entire room -- but she didn't let any of them inside of it. She let out a surge of power that destroyed the entire room, smashing them all flat. Even as she saw the walls begin to crumble around her, she didn't stop. 

She'd missed her shot once, but not again.

Between fighting her way into that room and her final stunt she was spent as the building collapsed in on her.

She was to awaken once more, however. She awoke to see her sister. In the end she had gotten her message and come for her and dragged her out of the wreckage. She was chastised for her foolishness and "Oh how the tables have turned. You've changed, sister. So reckless." As well as "You've done it again, putting on some crazy performance. Are you trying to put me out of business?"

Somehow, the results were the opposite this time. Having avenged their family at nearly the cost of her own life, her stunt had begun the process of mending their relationship.

They resumed working together for a time, but it was all very routine in the coming decades. At first she was worried that what technically amounted to a betrayal of her employer would leave her blacklisted if anyone found out. She never took credit for it, but it was far from impossible for someone to put two-and-two together. However she'd earned the respect of enough of her contacts that they were willing to spin things for her if necessary. After all, it wasn't like anyone [i]else[/i] had killed her parents.

As the story slowly spread amongst those who'd figured it out, she ended up in higher demand than ever. After all, she'd single-handedly crushed an entire mercenary group out of sheer spite. Having well and truly established herself, she had more opportunities than ever to sharpen her skills, especially as Asari slowly began to become accepted again.

Until she just dropped off the radar. It had all been a blur, being forced into a life she never would have chosen only to be so good at it, it had been hard to stop. So, one day, she just hit the brakes, hoping to fade into the background until she was forgotten and could live a more peaceful life...

Anthea was still off working as a hired gun, but as a more permanent member of a mostly legitimate private military company, where she'd apparently found love with one of the other women who worked there. Her little sister meanwhile had started studying the rachni, hearing that their species had turned on each other, and curious to see if anything could be done for the peaceful once that remained.

And Amynta? Well she wasn't doing much of anything by comparison. She was filled with a strange sense of contentment, as if she was just... done. She was barely more than a child by Asari standards and yet she felt complete in a way. A violent century had flown by, and while she was only a quick call away if her sisters ever needed her, she was ready to let the next one pass by quietly.

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[u][b]Psych. Eval.:[/b][/u] 
The three top words that generally describe her are cautious, responsible, and mindful. This combined with a stubborn willfulness often results in her attempting to take charge of any out of control situation in an attempt to remedy it. Usually, she will be the last to panic in any given crisis. 

She has patience bordering on being total passivity unless she has decided it is time to take action.

Much of her personality seems rooted in the earliest years of her life, showing little evolution of her persona over time. After the loss of her parents, she took charge of her family, which seems to have given birth to most of the above traits. However, her personality traits have been proven to extend beyond her immediate family, taking similar care with anyone or anything she feels responsible for.

Contrary to what one might expect, she does not go out of her way to help others. While she has a strong distaste for those who prey on others, she does not make it her personal mission to stop anyone who is not directly threatening her or those she's responsible for, as she feels such heroics are unnecessary added risks.

[u][b]Qualifications:[/b][/u] 
Decades of mercenary experience with an unusually high survival rate for anyone working with her or under her protection. While not boasting a totally flawless record for completing assignments, she has never lost a client. She's an ace marksman with reliable biotics as a back-up.

She also has a hard won network of contacts from her time as a mercenary. Having carefully curated her clientele, she has accumulated a sizeable list of trustworthy people, many of whom owe her despite having long since paid off her wages due to her having kept many of them alive despite all odds.

[u][b]Position:[/b][/u] Designated marksman

[u][b]Recruited:[/b][/u] Yes

[u][b]Inventory & Logistics:[/b][/u] 
An effectively antique M-96 Mattock assault rifle with a modified scope and extended barrel
M-12 Locust SMG modded with lightweight materials
Reinforced, but unshielded light armor
Omni-tool (does anyone not?)
Flash-bangs (Apparently at her sister's recommendation, in case she ever needs to break into a room of angry men with guns again.)

[u][b]Notoriety:[/b][/u] 4
While a very effective mercenary, she never went out of her way to find glory, so to the less informed she's just one of many. To those who've heard her stories, however...

More than likely, rather than her weapon skills, it would be the mix of her tactical achievements and many repeat customers who sing her praises that might get people's attention. Normally a mercenary of such merit is spoken of in fear, but Amyta is spoken of almost... fondly. 
 
[u][b]Misc.:[/b][/u] N/A

[u][b][Blasts from the Past]:[/b][/u] Yes
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