[hider=Sigma, biotic disaster] [table][row][/row][row][cell] [right] [img]https://i.imgur.com/zVkm1vm.jpg[/img] [/right] [/cell] [cell] [sub][h2]John Siegfried Bauer[/h2][/sub] [sup][sup][sup][hr][/sup][/sup][/sup] [b]Nickname:[/b] Sig [b]Callsign:[/b] Sigma [b]Height:[/b] 6’0 ft [b]Weight:[/b] 190 lbs [b]Age:[/b] 37 [b]Birthplace:[/b] Berlin, Earth [b]Birth date:[/b] February 27th, 2150 CE [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Class:[/b] Vanguard [/cell][/row][/table] [sub][h2][b]P[/b]rofile[/h2][/sub] [sup][sup][hr][/sup][/sup] [indent] [b] APPEARANCE[color=red]◢[/color][/b] [indent]Tall, sturdy, and cybernetically-enhanced, Sig is built to take as much of a beating as he can deliver. His face has been smashed apart and reconstructed half a dozen times, and even the best docs would struggle to work with the surviving material. Heavily scarred and bruised original tissue stands out next to off-color skin grafts. A crooked nose saddles between two glowing cybernetic eyes. To top it all off his hairline's already receding and going grey before he's even forty. And that's only what's immediately visible- just below the neck is a canvas of outdated prosthetics, old wounds and bad ink. In short: he's an ugly motherfucker. He dresses as poorly as he looks, too, preferring ratty military surplus with all function and no form. The only decent piece in his collection is his armor, which he upkeeps according to company regulations just to avoid the fines. [/indent] [b] MOTIVATIONS AND OUTLOOK[color=red]◢[/color][/b] [indent]The galaxy is not a gentle place. She is a harsh mistress whose whims can change as easily as the wind, so you'd best be sure to get everything you can out of her before she crushes you like the insignificant, up-jumped ape you are. Beauty comes as easily to her as brutality. She can give you decades of friendship and companionship only to suddenly rip it away and never give you a chance to say goodbye. Don't count on any kind of cosmic power to be on your side- nothing happens for a reason, its all just chaos and carnage and a mad dash for any kind of satisfaction before the end. Bauer learned a long time ago to take as much as he could out of life. Never a second to be wasted, though being wasted certainly wasn't a waste. He was always on the move, coming into people's lives like a hurricane and leaving once he'd gotten all he could out of them. Life was fast. Life was brutal. There was never time to slow down and reflect, never a moment to settle down and just enjoy someone's company- there was always something he was meant to be doing. Anybody who tried to stop him, tried to take the choice away from him, was met with either a lifetime of resentment- for those too far away or too abstract- or a slug round to the chest- for everyone else. He got good at finding humor in everything. Laughter helped him process all the horrible shit he was doing and seeing. Kept it all at arms length, like he was watching a surreal comedy that looked a lot like his own life yet certainly wasn't. The war gave Bauer something he'd never had: perspective. For his whole life he'd only ever looked out for himself. After all, nobody else was going to. He'd only ever been a tool to be used and discarded or a rival to be put in the dirt; why would he treat anyone else any different? People were selfish. They were cruel. Then came the war, and he saw some of the worst scum in the galaxy pulling families from collapsed building, patching up injured old men and comforting frightened children. Fragile as people turned out to be, wicked as they could be, they were capable of tremendous good, too. The road to atonement was long and steep, but it was climb he was willing to undertake. [/indent] [b] BACKGROUND[color=red]◢[/color][/b] [indent]John Siegfried Bauer was the second child of John and Ariel Bauer, a pair of starship maintenance technicians employed at one of the largest space ports in Europe. An engine leak at the maintenance depot exposed Ariel and her unborn child to Element Zero, resulting in two things: John Jr developing biotic abilities as a pre-teen, and Ariel contracting terminal cancer. Her death broke her husband, leaving him all-too vulnerable when agents of Conatix Industries showed up at his door 'requesting' to take his son away for his own safety. Dad had no fight left in him and let the boy go. They carted him off to Gagarin Station, an isolated outpost at the edge of the Sol system, to participate in the 'BAaT' program: Biotic Acclimation and Temperance Training. Or, as the kids liked to call it, Brain Camp. It was a cruel, grueling environment where children were treated as weapons to be honed rather than people. It broke many of them, even killed a few. Those that survived the ordeal would have to live with the unstable, pain-inducing implants the program had forced on them. Sig was only nineteen when BAaT shutdown. With no home worth going back to, he hitched a ride on the first boat out of system. Fate found him wandering the stars not long after. A cargo freighter he was working on came under attack by Eclipse mercenaries. They boarded the vessel and made quick work of its security detail, rounding up its occupants in the lower holds until they identified their target. Sig made the stupid decision to attack them rather than go quietly, lashing out with biotic power and nearly blowing a hole in the side of the ship. That display of violence impressed the boarding party's leader, a human woman by the name of Captain Baines, enough to keep her from executing him; and instead she offered him a place on her crew. It meant a bunk of his own, warm food, a chance to earn some credits and a steady supply of punching bags to loose all that pent up anger on: Bauer never even considered saying no. Eclipse wasted no time in molding him into their image. Their training was as brutal as BAaT's, putting him through every horrific test they could imagine. They pushed his biotics, his body and his mind to their absolute limit, and then kept pushing after that until Bauer broke. Then they'd take up those pieces and put him back together again, only to throw him through the wringer once more. Hard as it was, it didn't fill him with the same rage and hate that BAaT had- Eclipse was ruthless, but Bauer had chosen them. Joining that company was the first real choice he'd ever been given and he wasn't about to give up on it. Sigma fought under Eclipse for the next eighteen years. They brought him all across the galaxy, from the Terminus Systems to the Attican Traverse and back again. He saw wonders beyond imagination, horrors beyond words: ancient Prothean artifacts stolen from researchers on Illium, his own near-death in the Skyllian Blitz, turian dignitaries kidnapped on the Citadel. Watched a sun burn itself out. He dueled Blood Pack krogan on distant moons. Honed his biotics with an asari matron in a hidden monastery. Salvaged usable parts from a graveyard of broken starships and floating bodies after a battle wiped out both sides. Won a bet that he could spend a night with every species in the galaxy. He took hits, stopped hits and paid for a few hits of his own. It was a strange thing. On his own time he felt like an explorer. One of those adventuring types from old vids who delved into strange new places and saw things no other human being ever had. He experienced the incredible, witnessed acts of natural wonder so beautiful that he marveled at just their memory. Met people with gifts that inspired him to better himself. The galaxy was far bigger than the steel prisons that made up his youth back in the Sol system. In ways he was making up for lost time. Yet when Sig was working he was barely awake. Mind was a blur. Fingers numb. Every battle he ever fought was a haze, distinct yet somehow all the same. It was like something else occupied his body when the time came. His limbs were not his own. His actions not his own. He saw cruelty beyond human reckoning. Pain given to the undeserving over a couple measly credits. Old friends indulging in their worst impulses. He was a gun and Eclipse was his wielder. Whatever was asked of him had to be done, for who knew a weapon that refused its owner? It was never his responsibility, no matter how gruesome or cruel it got. They had given Sig everything, he reasoned. He owed them his body, even if it damned his soul. The Reapers changed all that. They descended on the Milky Way in a fury, butchering whole worlds. Countless people were lost in indiscriminate culling: not a single soul was spared. It was madness. He never understood the true depths of evil until he witnessed the desolation of the batarian colonies. Numerous mercenary companies were hired by what was left of the Hegemony to fill in for its decimated military: they performed everything from search and rescue to escort duty for refugees to emergency triage. They fought running battles against the advancing Reaper fleets, hoping to buy enough time for the colonies to evacuate as many people as they could. Sig could never put to words how those days changed him. He began to reflect. Batarian civilization was shattered in less than a week. Eclipse retreated from their cluster, scattering to lick their wounds and decide what to do next. One truth became readily apparent: no one could sit out this fight; not Eclipse, and not Sig. His crew joined in on the massive, multi-species coalition set to fight the Reapers. He found himself shipped across the galaxy, fighting shoulder to shoulder with many of his worst enemies from his previous life. The war effort brought him back home. Besieged earth, having suffered long under Reaper occupation, would be the site of the final battle for the Milky Way. Victory came at a high cost. Earth was in ruins, the survivors were divided and scattered, and loss of the relay had left the system totally isolated from outside help. Sig has spent the last month just trying to survive the harsh conditions, offering a helping hand wherever he could. The hope is to reconnect with the rest of the Eclipse on Earth and find out what their plan is, but thus far he's been unsuccessful. It seems he's on his own again. [/indent] [/indent] [sub][h2][b]C[/b]apabilities[/h2][/sub] [sup][sup][hr][/sup][/sup] [indent] [b] FLAWS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] [indent]An overwhelming guilt complex Suffers from biotic-induced night terrors and acute migraines tech illiterate poor people skills[/indent] [b] POWERS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] [indent]Biotic Charge Shockwave Barrier Warp [/indent] [b] ACCOMPLISHMENTS AND CRIMES[color=red]◢[/color][/b] [indent]John Siegfried Bauer has been charged with numerous accounts of: piracy, smuggling, kidnapping, murder and operating a shuttle without a license. He is wanted across several jurisdictions. Sigma has a reputation in the underworld for shooting first and forgetting to ask questions; yet paradoxical to his brutality he's been known to reject contracts on 'moral grounds,' refusing to go after underage, unarmed or otherwise 'innocent' targets. Those that've mocked him for his supposed weakness have been met with a headbutt to the nose or worse.[/indent] [b] RELATIONS AND AFFILIATIONS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] [indent]Longtime member of Eclipse, a 'private security organization' Subordinate to Captain Baines Former BAaT student Estranged son of John Bauer Sr[/indent] [b] OPINIONS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] [indent]ur all stinky poopy haha[/indent] [/indent] [sub][h2][b]I[/b]nventory[/h2][/sub] [sup][sup][hr][/sup][/sup] [indent][table=bordered][row][/row][row][cell] [b]CREDITS & VALUABLES[color=red]◢[/color][/b] 700 credits [/cell][cell] [b]OUTFIT[color=red]◢[/color][/b] Ariake Technology's Med. Armor, Eclipse Variant A heavy cloak Ratty military surplus clothing [/cell] [/row][row] [cell] [b]WEAPON & TOOLS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] M-27 Scimitar M-6 Carnifex L2 Biotic Implants [/cell][cell] [b]CONSUMABLE[color=red]◢[/color][/b] A week's worth of food and water Enough thermal clips for a small army [/cell] [/row][row] [cell] [b]ID & DOCUMENTS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] Forged ID for an 'Alistair Black' [/cell] [cell] [b]BAGS & CONTAINERS[color=red]◢[/color][/b] A hefty kit bag for lugging around supplies [/cell] [/row][/table][/indent] [/hider]