[hider=Arthur 'Arty' Dow][table][center][h1][b]Arty[/b][/h1][/center]
[row][/row][row][cell][center][img]https://www.toptrendsguide.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Bald-Beard.jpg[/img]

[u]   [b]QUOTE[/b]   [/u]
[sup]Like my old man always said, if you can swing your way into a pot of shite, you can swing your way out of it. Or something to that effect...[/sup][/center][/cell][cell=active]
[b]PROFILE[/b]															[indent][b]Full Name:[/b] Arthur Kirk Dow
[b]Date of Birth:[/b] May 12, 2157
[b]Species:[/b] Human
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Age:[/b] 26
[b]Occupation:[/b] Private Security/Freelance Investigator
[indent][b]Service Rank:[/b] Lieutenant Commander, Alliance Navy (Dishonorable Discharge)[/indent][b]Profile:[/b] Adept
[indent][b]Powers:[/b]
[indent][indent]Barrier
Charge
Throw
Lift[/indent][/indent][/indent][b]Belongings:[/b]
[indent][indent]Striker Pistol
Custom Made Brawling Gloves (Knuckles reinforced with stunner tech)
A silver cigar case labeled 'The East Street Cigar Shop'
Bluewire Omni-Tool

Casual Wear (Usually when working medium to low risk security details or following a lead in the investigation sector):

Arty likes to dress simple but classy. He wears a sharp looking but breathable collared dark green shirt paired with comfortable and flexible dark jeans and light combat boots, good for sprinting and a lot of movement. He wears a black leather shoulder holster to hold his pistol. And to top the look off, he wears a dark and fashionable trench coat. Depending on the weather that is. He'll usually be sporting a ring or two as well.

Combat Wear (For high risk security jobs or areas where Arty knows he'll be getting into some heavy fighting): 

Arty likes to keep his combat gear streamlined. He wears a black long sleeved tactical top with a dark blue skirmish armor chestplate. He doesn't bother with gauntlets, greaves, or a helmet. They just slow him down. He usually wears dark colored cargo pants with it and custom combat boots. A little heavier than his casual wear, but these boots ensure he won't get caught up on tough terrain. He keeps his pistol in a chest holster attached to his armor.[/indent][/indent]
[b]Role:[/b] Professional Distraction (But the bosses insist on calling it 'Security Expert')[/indent]
[/cell][/row][/table]

[indent][u]   [b]PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE[/b]   [/u][/indent][indent][indent]At first glance, Arty might seem like a friendly if slightly boastful Scot with an inclination for puffing on cigars and enjoying a good sparring match. And while Arty is indeed all of those things, his career has made him far more observant than he appears. A useful skill to have in the world of private security and investigation. Arty's friendly nature also lends itself to social situations and his less than stellar background has given him experience navigating the criminal world as well as the ones that saintly law abiding citizens live in.

However he does have a bit of a nasty inferiority complex, which is why he's in the private sector now and lord knows his temper has costed him a contract or too. Arty cannot stand those who talk down to him in any way and will gladly take some time to set the record straight with the offending individual. More often than not in a violent manner. Despite this, he cares deeply for the people whom he considers friends and will go out of his way to protect those who are innocent in his eyes.[/indent][/indent]
[indent][u]   [b]DETAILED HISTORY[/b]   [/u][/indent][indent][indent]Arthur Kirk Dow was born on May 12, 2157 on a small farm just a few miles outside of Saint Abbs, Scotland. His family, which consisted of his father and two sisters, raised a variety of animals but primarily included sheep. Arthur had a relatively normal childhood, the life of a scottish farm boy wasn't too bad. Even from a young age, he liked to scrap with the other kids. Especially the ones who made fun of him for being a farmer, or having less money. He liked to bloody their noses real good. But his whole life would change when at age 13 on a routine visit to the doctor, he was discovered to have biotic potential.

Arty was given the choice between toiling away as a farm boy for the rest of his life or learn to lift objects with his mind and travel the stars. Images of the richer kids sneering at him flashed through his mind. It wasn't much of a choice at all, really. Arty left Earth and trained with the Systems Alliance military, learning to control his newfound power. It wasn't easy but Arty had a certain hunger that the other biotic kids didn't. He especially excelled in the martial arts portions of his training, combining his biotics and knowledge of fighting to turn into a devastating force of nature even as a teenager. He completed his training at age 17, being formally transitioned into the military as an Ensign. A little young, but the alliance military had already sunk 4 years of training into Arty and they wanted to make it count.

Arty spent the next two years shadowing his superiors, learning about ships and warfare. Occasionally they even let him go on a patrol. He was restless, ready to fight. He spent long hours training, trying to work off the aggression that the alliance nurtured in him. Then the Skyllian Blitz happened and Arty got the action he so craved. The ship he was serving on responded to the distress call and they jumped from a nearby system directly into the fight. It was the first time he had seen any real combat, firing at pirate cruisers soaring past their ship. He was able to shoot down half a dozen ships that day and was promoted to Lieutenant, Junior Grade for his effort. In Arty's mind, this was the real start of his career.

He spent the next few years jumping between campaigns, hunting down the pirates that attacked Elysium. He was transferred to a marine shock unit as a biotic warrior and truly learned the meaning of fighting in the frontline, covered in dirt, piss, and blood. It was in these close fights with the batarians where Arty really developed his style of fusing biotic power and martial arts together. At the end of 2178, Arty is promoted to Lieutenant and is assigned as the executive officer of a reconnaissance company conducting operations at the edge of the Attican Traverse. The missions the company conducted were some of the most dangerous Arty had been on. In deep space and far away from any Alliance reinforcements, he came to rely on his men immensely, as he knew they relied on him.

Then one mission went bad. Just one misstep by the commanding officer and BOOM. The CO's head was on the floor and Arty was suddenly in charge of getting them off planet alive. But they were surrounded and upon radioing command, they informed him that he had received a battlefield promotion to Lieutenant Commander. Not that he would be alive to enjoy the promotion much longer. But somehow, through quick thinking, extremely violent means, and sheer luck, Arty and the majority of his men managed to get off world and escape the system. They returned back to alliance space after a long tour to receive awards. They were survivors, heroes. But as Lieutenant Commander Arthur Dow stood at attention to receive his medal, the admiral pinning it on him said to no one in particular.

"You know, if the command team didn't have some country bumpkin leading the way, more marines would have made it out alive."

Then before Arty knew it, he had blasted the admiral across the room and was being wrestled to the ground by security. They threw him in the brig for a few months to let him stew. The admiral had a dozen broken ribs but survived. Which was frankly a miracle. Arty figured it was over for him. A stunt like that was an easy twenty years in a military prison. But it seemed he had some friends in high places and maybe just a little luck, because all they did was kick him out with nothing but a now useless rank and the power crush someone's skull with his bare hands.

So what was a guy to do? Arty started doing bodyguard work all over the galaxy, high risk clients that paid big. Not as much action as when he was in the military but maybe it was better that way. Eventually he started branching into private investigation. That's how he started working with C-Sec on the citadel. Now, they didn't necessarily like him but they couldn't deny he had a knack for cracking skulls and an eye for overlooked details. And Arty found that he was relying more on them too as his clientele got increasingly pompous and condesending, Arty found it harder to get work. People tend to not want to hire the person that kicks them into the pool. So Arty was pleasantly surprised when the job offer for a fancy taskforce showed up in his inbox. With a cool name as well, Kingslayer. Hell, he might just have to join. [/indent][/indent]
[/hider]