[hider=No Nonsense] This is done with an in-character dossier of information readily available about your character in mind, in addition to that which they are willing to disclose to those hiring them for the mission. Anything you do not want visible to the public please PM to me. [u][b]Full name:[/b][/u] Eustace Dar Adal [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/ulBbEKB.jpg?1[/img][/center] [u][b]Race:[/b][/u] Human [u][b]Citizenship:[/b][/u] Systems Alliance. Also technically a Turkish passport, but in the 24th century this doesn't mean much more than really good parking space on Earth. [u][b]Aliases:[/b][/u] Wolf - most likely the only expression of the post national identity of Eustace it is something he only narrowly managed to get to stick in a bout of arrogance after defeating some pirates. Eu - what his family (mostly his deceased brother and estranged ex-wife) called him. He despises the word. [u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 49 [u][b]Gender:[/b][/u] Male. [u][b]Psych. Eval.:[/b][/u] Eustace is a difficult man to truly analyze because out of habit he adapts his personality based on what he thinks you will react well to. Having done this for some decades in the Alliance Marines he was rather prepared to work this upon CSec's psychologists. Mr. Dar-Adal seems to be a very goal-oriented individual typically only working at one or two projects at a time with the aim of completing them as quickly and perfectly as possible such that personal attention could be given to every thing he comes across. Though reality has shook much of his elite past out of the man he hasn't been able to get through all of the things ingrained to him in youth. There is undoubtedly some arrogance within the man though he thankfully appears to express it as seeing a sort of nobless oblige being his life duty rather than as disdain for his "lessers." He is also very much used to getting his way (and rather unused to not getting it) as well as stifling his inner thoughts and emotions much like any high socialite. At the same time when eventually he does express himself he comes out the other extreme losing all control of them. These last few points are unfortunately best demonstrated when after a visit to my predecessor he threw a cup of coffee at her earning his recent demotion and disciplinary actions. When investigated it was found that in his monthly visits to the psychologist she had after offering refreshments done them wrong every time for several years along with insisting that he reach out to his son if not his ex-wife. Though previously maintaining a friendly facade with her it seems it was but that, a facade, which shattered violently just as his projectile when she spilled some boiling coffee upon him. Eustace is a very ordered person lamenting that the world seems to follow common sense rather than predicate logic. This can get to be a rather unbecoming personality trait when it crosses with his slight superiority complexes; it is both rather toxic and irksome as he goes on rants regarding such matters but also rather sad as he struggles to understand all the while knowing he is failing. I have been able to find that he rather enjoys reading, but seeing it as a luxury he will typically pirate the books rather than paying for them. When questioned about how he reconciles this with his otherwise nature he himself describes as "by-the-books" he became very angry. Though I am a biotic and know I can stand my ground I chose not to pursue this to avoid a repeat of what happened to the person I replaced. It is clear that Eustace has strong convictions which I cannot quite discern in entirety but he is willing to sacrifice them for immediate matters. He seems rather distasteful of lone wolf types, though rather paradoxically he oft unwittingly bears the traits of such. It is clear to me he is a rather unhappy, soul, one I would even characterize as angry. Note: Only Address him as Eustace, Mr. Adal, or the likes. Abbreviations like "Eu" upset him very much. [u][b]Phys. Eval.:[/b][/u] Eustace is a little less than 190cm tall and about 90kg, his is a muscular build with little to no external markings on the man's face thanks to a history of some light cosmetic surgery clearing scars. The rest of his body is a different story, old burns making much of his body a tender pinkish shade even after all these years. His skin is the light brown of cheap chocolate whilst his hair a jet back and his eyes a teal. He will almost always look well maintained with facial hair diligently shaved off and the hair upon his head kept perfectly in shape as part of his waking routine. There are a few discrete cybernetics within him, namely advanced integrations with his omni-tool, an internal active headset, specialized eye lenses to resist flashes and improve vision range. [u][b]Biotics:[/b][/u] No. [u][b]Qualifications:[/b][/u] Eustace is experienced in many fields. He is an accomplished leader, an award winning marksman, a natural with technology, a light footed saboteur, a renowned commander. He brings to the table experience across many different organizations and fields. From his years he has developed a very wide breadth of skills he can apply to the mission. Perhaps most importantly he has the trust and respect of many important people around the Galaxy that will open many doors, the negative opinion of him that many ordinary people hold being ultimately irrelevant and failing to offset his rapport with the powerful. [u][b]History:[/b][/u] Eustace was born to a very wealthy family on Earth, the homeworld of mankind and the Systems Alliance. His was a luxuried life defined by tutors, private security and expensive vacations. To extend their influence the Dar Adal family sent its members into a great many elite professions from VI research to all sorts of ministries and government roles to finance and industry. But as a former serviceman himself old Granddad Khatep Dar Adal had wanted somebody in the Marines, and that person would be Eustace. First things first however, and he was sent to get a formal education until a baccalaureate when he was eighteen during which time his family introduced him to his wife to be. It was an arranged marriage of sorts for she was a very distant relative for her's was also a wealthy family, and both youths were disgusted at the process. But over this they had bonded and rather surprisingly found themselves enjoying each other's company; the marriage happened just after their graduations. Following this while Eustace went to a prestigious military academy on Earth, a place that while secured with nepotism and a little underhand money Eustace made sure to not squander and study his best to exit with stunning grades that he references to this day. Upon graduation he joined the Marines as an Officer, moving with his wife to a calm frontier posting wherein supposedly they could enjoy the synthesis of civilization but also unsullied vistas. They were happy together, Eustace having a calm time doing naught but occasionally blasting away Rachni or frightening Batarians and Omegans. But he wanted more, the idealism of the young Captain getting to him as he relentlessly asked to be transferred to places where he could see more action. But as one after the other the requests were denied it soon became apparent it was his family was blocking it when no reason was given for the rejection. He understood of course why they were doing it, but that didn't mean he had to like it. His big break would come soon however. Just as his wife was pregnant and about to give birth a Batarian fleet appeared in system going full speed towards the residential areas of the planets, his first true battle. Many a Batarian vessel was crushed but he could not save all the people of the world. With horror he looked on how thousands of people were rounded up and dragged away to never be seen again. He requested that he be let pursue the attackers but his demand was rejected. Astounded he made a choice that determined the rest of his life; he ignored his orders to stay put and went full speed after the foe. His ship was an enlarged and modernized derivative of the Normandy SR-2 and it was perfect for what he had to do. For about a year he and his crew waged a stealth guerilla war against the Batarians liberating what slaves they could and stealing shuttles from the Batarians such that they could be sent back through a mass relay to safety. Though by the end Eustace commanded only a skeleton crew with most of his original troop fallen in the line of combat he was successful, and returned to Systems Alliance space expecting a hero's welcome. Alas the almost direct inverse happened. His entire crew including himself were placed into custody being considered deserters. Though family connections released him from any real persecution he soon found out that he had only seen the beginning of his troubles. His Brother Cyrus had died somewhere halfway through the hit and run campaign against the Batarians, an Ardat Yakshi sucking the poor bastard's soul out. His wife Maribel shortly after giving birth to their son had found another man thinking that Eustace was dead and was already engaged. Thinking their family was destroyed both his For his service? He would have to face a court martial in which a judge would all but inevitably demote him. Deciding he'd like at least a little bit of his dignity preserved he resigned. For nearly a whole year he quit society dwelling at the bottom of a bottle taking occasional jobs as a freelancer mercenary just so he could sustain his cycle of self pity a little longer. Eventually a former comrade who was now in the Military Police reached out to him to say that the officer who denied Eustace's pursuit of the Batarians was paid off by them which would make a return of Eustace to the armed forces almost certainly have the previous trajectory for a court martial demotion be reversed into a promotion for standing up to a corrupt traitor. It was... a job offer of sorts. The alliance had at this point found success converting Marines into state-owned Mercenary Companies and a Major was needed. Ultimately done with feeling sorry for himself he accepted. For a long time he only assisted other nations in combat against the Rachni or Omegans. But eventually his successes would prove to be his undoing as he was one of the commanders selected for deployment to the Neo-Krogan rebellion. They were all Veterans with advanced equipment, training and experience just short of N7. But this didn't save them when the first waves of Tank Breds struck. His unit was one of the first struck and his unit was obliterated with himself as one of the few survivors, the man only keeping his life after hiding under the burning ruins of his squad's Grizzly where many burn scars were made. Though Eustace survived, he couldn't tell at what cost. Whereas last time his efforts had something to show for them, now his suffering was pointless and it would soon only get worse. A journalist had found records of what happened to him and his command and leaked it to the public, Eustace soon after being removed from active duty as the publicity of entire units of Systems Alliance troops being wiped out by the Rebel Krogan surfaced. As his face covered many news broadcasts the families of men under his command all blamed him for their deaths, and media focused on him, the sole survivor in a negative manner painting his survival as a product of cowardice after leaving his men to die. Once more his life was ruined, but as he saw Alliance mercenary Marines being pulled out from the Krogan front there was at least the slight consolation that the scandal he was in prompted many men to avoid certain death against the tank-breds. It was in a bar that he was approached by the journalist who had found what happened to his unit. Marya Sharhan she introduced herself, she had come to apologize to him for the ruining of him across the whole extranet. She explained how she simply had wanted to reveal to the public how deadly warfare was in some theatres the Alliance was rather unwisely pursuing and to show that it was folly. In his tipsy state Eustace found himself unable to disagree, and the two quickly bonded in a drunken night they shared. In the morning as they awoke an offer was yet again made to Eustace. As Marya's team got into war journalism they needed security and there was a vacant position for oversight that he was the perfect candidate for. Seeing it as better than being a Major nobody wanted Eustace gladly resigned from his current position and accepted the new one. All was well, some semblance happiness again returning as Eustace was in his element and together with someone he wasn't afraid to admit he cared for. But the pattern of his life continued and tragedy befell the man. Having been given permission by the Rebel Clans to record what happens near the frontlines they descended into the ruins of a ruined Asari garden world. There were areas that the Krogan let them film, but many more where this was not permitted. As they went about Marya mused about visiting the restricted areas to see what was being hidden, and an argument came between the two. Eustace insisted it was foolish and that they would pay with their lives, whereas she retorted that this had not stopped her from investigating his unit and meeting him. However by the end it seemed that if not convinced, Marya was at least willing to listen. The party went to sleep but as morning came only the security staff remained in their little camp. After having gone looking for the journalists Eustace was ordered by the local Rebel Warlord to come to his improvise court. There was presented to him a gift of many drums. A few looked ordinary Krogan craft but most were blue. The Krogan Warlord made apparent the realization that was already dawning on Eustace: the drums were made of the skin largely of Asari rounded up from their cities but the drums of an ordinary beige were made of the skins of the humans who had entered the restricted zones. Eustace knew there was nothing he could do here and thus simply closed this chapter of his life heading again to the man heading for a cycle of self pity, this time in the Citadel. Once more he spent nearly a year at the bottom of a bottle, though one the Citadel there was far less demand for mercenary work and as such he could hardly keep himself housed. It was only walking down a street when he was recognized by his friend now CSec Lieutenant Pearson formerly in the Alliance MPs. After reconnecting in a shitty bar Pearson listened to Eustace's story and taking pity yet again offered the man a job in CSec. Though he was skeptical he accepted it with little other choice given his bills were racking up and he had long since lost ID to use his family's accounts. The only agreement was that he is happy to manage, but he did not want to lead once more. The last several years were spent with CSec as an Investigator the man likewise tired of fighting all the time. It was a boring life but at least he found some sort of peace for himself to be alone with his thoughts. Recently when behind closed doors the Spectre program was restored the algorithm looking for men to join it suggested him as a Captain, and indeed he received the offer. Though he accepted an offer to join the Spectres, he could not bear such responsibility again. Though happy to aid the Captain with his leadership experience and to apply it if absolutely necessary he would not commandeer the ship and its team. Though the future holds much uncertainty Eustace has some optimism, the Spectres representing a new cause to believe in. [u][b]Position:[/b][/u] Mission Control & Crisis Management [u][b]Recruited:[/b][/u] No. [u][b]Inventory & Logistics:[/b][/u] Extremely light armour augmented by tech armour, fortification, cloaking and defensive matrix modules. Two armpit holsters hold carnifex pistols while a boot holster holds an executioner pistols. If expecting to be in the field for more than a day he will bring along a Mattock Rifle modified for fully automatic fire. Regardless he will carry a very large array of different ammunition types. Further he carries an electric baton and omni-tool for the most close quarters of combat, as well as a large medical kit including things like stimulant packs and an amplifier for communications. In general he relies on tech and tactics to get him through difficulties rather than strength of arms and biotics, his kit and omni-tool working in tandem to provide tactical scans, sabotaging, overloads and more. In general he will demand little beyond that which is necessary to maintain what is needed for him to do his work; part for the above, along with credits for the purchase of some documents and improved software or hardware, along with occasional training equipment. With all that satisfied he is happy to requisition something on behalf of his comrades who have already asked for much. [u][b]Notoriety:[/b][/u] 7/8. He was born to an affluent family in the Systems Alliance and was in the headlines of much media for some time near the end of his service in the Marines. His years of working in the Private Sector followed by C-Sec and the Citadel gave him a considerable reputation with people all around the Milky Way for better or worse. [u][b]Misc.:[/b][/u] While he will keep an unmarked version of his uniform as an Alliance Marine officer as his standard dress he will keep his old tattered one decorating the wall of his room. [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0TSzYQsT9tI]Theme[/url] [u][b][Blasts from the Past]:[/b][/u] Yes. [/hider]