[hider=Urdnot Karnoc, "Door Crasher"]

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[sub][h2]Urdnot Karnoc [/h2][/sub]
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 | Callsign “Door Crasher”

2.2 meters/ 7.2 feet | 180 kilos/ 397 pounds | 75 

Urdnot Territory, Tuchanka

Krogan | Soldier
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[b]  APPEARANCE[color=red]◢[/color][/b] 

[indent]An impressively statured krogan, Karnoc is a powerful figure of above-average proportions and mass that serve him well as a shock trooper, physically dominating the battlefield and an absolute nightmare in close-quarters fighting. Other than his heavily-muscled frame and towering stature, he has a tan hide and dark grey crest that tapers off to a yellow. Under his crest a pair of piercing amber eyes that always seem to be darting about, looking for threats and challenges. No obvious scarring or markings are present in his frame due to the regeneration factor present with krogan. 

Karnoc makes no effort to be subtle or subdued, he is a presence to be known wherever go goes.  Heavy footfalls, a confident and boisterous attitude, and a ferocious determination make him impossible to miss, although behind the explosive exterior is a quick-thinking and introspective mind that has served him and his comrades well through a lifetime of war. [/indent]

[b]  MOTIVATIONS AND OUTLOOK[color=red]◢[/color][/b] 

[indent]Karnoc is motivated by a sense of pride in krogan potential and overcoming seemingly insurmountable obstacles to better himself and his species. He sees the trials and challenges that himself and the krogan face as yet another Rite to overcome, and the difference between simply being born and overcoming the genophage and giant monsters is a trivial distinction; it proves an individual’s worth. 

Karnoc believes in what the krogan are capable of under the guidance and leadership of krogan who have their best interests at heart and he believes for the krogan to thrive, they need to rise up to be equals to other species in the galaxy. To him, the genophage and the Krogan Rebellions were the result of his people being “uplifted” by manipulative aliens who never understood what they were dealing with and weaponized a people who were still struggling to find their own path. The Reaper War was a chance to kill off old grudges and bad blood and forge a new path for all people, and it is his determination to see that the krogan don’t make the same mistakes as before while ensuring that others learn to treat them with understanding and respect, or history will repeat itself in a galaxy that will not be ready for the repercussions. [/indent]

[b]  BACKGROUND[color=red]◢[/color][/b] 

[indent] Within a clutch of krogan eggs, the viability of a live-birth is exceptionally low; only about 1 in 2,000 eggs will hatch, and for a mother who had tried for years to produce an offspring, her fortunes finally changed. Among the dozen or so eggs in her latest clutch, one began to stir. With hopeful eyes upon it, a pair of amber eyes matching the mother broke free of its confinement, and the infant boy  had passed his first Rite of Passage; the Rite of Life. His mother picked him up from the dead and invalid remains encased in the tombs of their shells, never to know Tuchanka’s sun and hardships. The first word he ever heard would be his name; Karnoc.

The young krogan was immediately thrust into a world where violence and survival were a way of life. Tuchanka was a planet scorched by nuclear hellfire, any signs of vegetation or peace were fleeting, but Karnoc was raised to know that his people were warriors, survivors, and that life was a constant hardship that you had to rise against. Those who withstood the challenges survived and became powerful, and those who did not perished. It was a fatalistic outlook shared by all krogan that reflected that they were a people on the decline; the krogan would be a brilliant flash of light before succumbing to the dark the way they were going, but none seemed willing to change their trajectory. Karnoc certainly wasn’t; all that mattered to him was bettering himself and focusing on each day’s trials than some lofty impossible dream of the future. After all, he had a Rite of Passage to survive.

Having assembled a krantt of trusted comrades who were also seeking to undergo their own Rite of Passage for Clan Urdnot, Karnoc prepared for a battle of proportions he could have scarcely prepared for. A thresher maw was a colossal creature capable of pulling a tomkah armoured fighting vehicle under the surface, quite a far cry from battling packs of varren or the klixen hordes that dotted Tuchanka’s landscape, and the Rite of Passage demanded a krogan survive five minutes battling the beast. It was the fight of a lifetime, fending off beasts attracted by the mechanical percussion of pistons that served to agitate and draw in a thresher maw, and when Karnoc was becoming convinced that it wasn’t going to show, it burst from the ground before him, taking a pair of varren that threatened to overwhelm him. 

Bellowing a defiant war cry, the krantt unleashed hell into the serpent-liked monstrosity, visceral chunks of flesh and fluid being ripped from its massive frame with high-caliber munitions… for all the good it did. No matter how many shotguns were shot to overheating, how many heavy rifles began to misfire from near-constant fire, no matter how many grenades were tossed at the thresher maw, it barely seemed to notice the harm inflicted on it and by the time the Ritesmaster called the krogan off from the proving grounds, it felt like they had barely escaped with their lives. However, with damaged equipment and an assortment of wounds, including a mangled arm from a varren that had latched onto Karnoc while he was trying to fix a malfunction with his shotgun, the four krogan in the krantt emerged victorious as new members of Clan Urdnot. Fashioning the varren’s fangs into a necklace and painting his armour with paint mixed with the blood of the thresher maw that had covered Karnoc, the newly blooded warrior kept with him reminders of what he had risen above and what he would have to face.

It wasn’t long after that Karnoc found himself pulled into the mercenary life, following an Urdnot Battlemaster named Urgar who was looking for warriors to earn credits and infamy for their clan that simply wasn’t going to happen fighting other krogan clans. “Keep hitting a blade against a rock and it dulls, keep at it and it breaks. We krogan have broken so many blades on each other; we’re better than that.” Urgar explained. It resonated with Karnoc; despite his belief that right made right, it was impossible not to look upon the ruins on Tuchanka and diminishing numbers of their species with distain. The krogan had been heroes once upon a time to the galaxy, and instead of overcoming adversity, allowed themselves to grow into weak and squabbling savages on a dying world that seemed incapable of healing. 

While most krogan perhaps rightfully held deep seated animosity towards the salarians and turians for their role in the genophage, Karnoc held a somewhat more philosophical view towards it; was it not just another Rite that the krogan had to pass? Nothing in life was meant to be easy; everything needed to be a challenge to overcome. Being a sole survivor of a clutch of eggs or undergoing any other rite was a dangerous and often fatal experience. Did the shamans of the tribes not subject themselves to physical and mental trials that pushed them to their very limits to earn their right to be the clans’ spiritual leaders? Karnoc saw no glory or purpose in spilling the blood of other krogan for scraps. To him, fighting alongside a krantt to defeat an enemy was an honour. His Rite of Passage would have been impossible to survive alone, and the deafening silence of his unborn brothers and sisters never was far from his mind. When the krogan fought the rachni, they were heroes that the galaxy heralded. Too many krogan brooded over what was done to the species instead of uniting to overcome it and their enemies. 

Karnoc would be better. It was time for the ideas of the old battlemasters to die with their stubbornness; he would lead by example.
For decades, Karnoc fought in Urgar’s mercenary band, even being named to Urgar’s personal krantt. The band fought pirates and slavers, protected fringe colonies, protected VIPs, and clashed with other mercenary bands. For each new enemy faced, Karnoc went through a Rite of Firsts, and he would incorporate a part of that enemy into his armour or weapons, adding beasts’ teeth and claws to his necklace, welding dog tags to his pauldrons, and the like. If a better piece of technology came into his possession, he would incorporate it into his equipment, although his krogan-manufactured firearms still were his primary weapons. Over the years, Karnoc had begun to earn a reputation distinct from Urgar, he was seen as a reliable and honourable warrior, albeit one capable of shocking brutality if need be. 

When humanity was discovered in 2157CE, Karnoc recalled he was in a bar on a station out in volus space that seemed positively abuzz with equal parts fear and excitement about the new first contact in centuries that their turian benefactors were off to war with. Although, “war” seemed to be an overly generous way to describe the conflict; Karnoc felt like he barely had time to finish one of several rounds of drinks before the ceasefire was called, although it was in reality a conflict that lasted about a month. Certainly not enough time to get riled up over, let alone travel the expanse of space to go take part in. Karnoc watched humanity’s rapid progression with equal parts interest and envy; they were the Citadel’s new favorite pets that would be tossed down like the krogan when their ambition outran their rope. When tensions flared between humans and batarians, Karnoc watched on as the batarians whined and left the Citadel and subsequently attacked human colonies, only serving to further humanity’s interests. They were an interesting people; they seemed to have a knack of knowing when to push and when to restrain themselves to their benefit. The krogan could have learned a thing or two from humanity following the Rachni Wars, Karnoc decided. Restraint was something krogan lacked, and clearly foresight. 

And besides, the humans seemed to really annoy the turians. That was reason enough to like them.

After the geth attack on the Citadel, Karnoc found a newfound purpose in the form of Urdnot Wrex leading the clan. He spoke of reconciliation and alliances with the various krogan clans, focusing on strengthening the species and actually doing something about managing the genophage. Karnoc returned to Tuchanka and pledged himself to Wrex’s reforms, enforcing them with force when need be.

It wasn’t long after that the Reaper invasion took the galaxy by storm and for Karnoc, it felt like it was the ultimate Rite that had no name; this war would determine the fate of every single living soul in the galaxy. It felt like that old blood feuds were largely forgotten in the face of the unfathomable foe they faced.  When Karnoc heard that turians would be coming into an alliance with the krogan in exchange for a cure for the genophage, brokered by Commander Shepard, the Primarch of Palavan, and Urdnot Wrex himself, he was skeptical at best, and he’d believe it when he seen it. 

Perhaps it was seeing turian fighters in the skies above Tuchanka raining munitions into towering Reaper monstrosities that began to give Karnoc pause, at least enough to lead search parties to rescue downed pilots from Reapers. Perhaps it was seeing Kalros take down a Reaper using the same sorts of pistons that drew his own thresher maw during his Rite of Passage that suggested that unity was possible. However, it was when the cure for the genophage emerged from the Shroud, a climate control tower, that Karnoc felt something that the krogan were missing as a people long before even his ancestors walked Tuchanka’s surface; hope. The horrors of the genophage was undone, and its perpetrators atoned for it. Karnoc had survived what he would call the Rite of Redemption. With renewed vigor and determination, Karnoc was among the first of the krogan to step foot on Palavan to fight alongside the turians against the Reapers, an alliance that proved to be surprisingly effective. 

Even Karnoc had to admit that it was preferable to not have experienced what it was like on the receiving end of turian firepower like his ancestors had during the Krogan Rebellions, and he admired their discipline and courage to face overwhelming odds with superior training and tactics that never waned even as entire units were wiped out. The turians never complained that their homeworld was being destroyed; it was simply another war to fight no matter the cost. This commitment to total war and unshakable resolve endeared the turians to Karnoc, and he even befriended a young Lieutenant named Regalus over the course of the war, saving one another’s lives on a number of occasions and taking a genuine interest in each other’s lives and dreams. It was perhaps the first time Karnoc had befriended a member of another species, and was able to see the person despite all of that. 

As the war raged on and losses mounted, Karnoc found pride in this galactic coalition. Krogan were honoured companions in battles, and they were becoming the heroes they were in the Rachni Wars in the galaxy’s eyes. As the war came to its conclusion on Earth, Karnoc landed upon the human homeworld as a liberator, not as a conqueror and crushed Reaper forces with his new krantt. As the Crucible fired and the Reapers crumbled before his eyes, Karnoc felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. The greatest enemy the krogan had ever faced had been vanquished and under Urdnot Wrex’s leadership, the krogan had reclaimed their place as galactic saviours and heroes. Only one problem remained, however.

How the hell was he getting back home?
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[b]  FLAWS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] 

[indent]Fear of Heights
Susceptible to Biotics
Stealth is “optional”[/indent]

[b]  POWERS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] 

[indent]Fortification
Adrenalin Rush
Ballistic Blades
Incendiary Ammo
Concussive Shot[/indent]

[b]  ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND CRIMES[color=red]◢[/color][/b] 

[indent]Rite of Life
Several Rite of Firsts
Rite of Redemption
Liberation of Palaven
Liberation of Earth

Decades of mercenary work, sometimes falling on the side of what would be considered illegal in Citadel space.[/indent] 

[b]  RELATIONS AND AFFILIATIONS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] 

[indent]Urdnot Wrex, Clan Leader
Urdnot Urgar, Former Krantt Leader
Lt Regalus, Turian Comrade[/indent]

[b]  OPINIONS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] 

[indent](For group members and NPCs; fill after IC introduction)[/indent]
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[b]CREDITS & VALUABLES[color=red]◢[/color][/b]
1,000 Credits
Lt. Regalus’ M3 Predator (damaged beyond use)
Assorted remains and equipment of defeated adversaries
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[b]OUTFIT[color=red]◢[/color][/b]
Heavy Titan Armor
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[b]WEAPON & TOOLS[color=red]◢[/color][/b]
Striker Assault Rifle
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Graal Spike Thrower
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[b]CONSUMABLE[color=red]◢[/color][/b]
3 Medigel
3 Fragmentation Grenades
3 Flash Grenades
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[b]ID & DOCUMENTS[color=red]◢[/color][/b]
None; Krogan don’t do paperwork
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[b]BAGS & CONTAINERS[color=red]◢[/color][/b]
Storage Case for personal belongings
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Titan Armour
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Striker Assault Rifle
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Graal Spike Thrower
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