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[color=Gold][b]Name[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Raela'Xanis "Roxy" vas Intervention[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Race[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Quarian[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Age[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]28[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Sexuality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]More trouble then it's worth honestly. She'll take flirting, flowers, and some light cuddling over the other stuff any day.[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Gender[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Female[/color]

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[color=Gold][b]Appearance[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Somewhat on the tall side for a Quarian, with a surprisingly sturdy build. Wears a custom containment suit, primarily magenta and light gray with her rank and clan trappings marked on her right shoulder. The interior lighting and facemask of her suit is a bright golden color.[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Height[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]6 ft. 2[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Personality[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]On duty, Roxy's previous experience as an exile and a mercenary makes her something of a wild card. While never openly insubordinate, she has been known to bend the rules to do what she feels is best for the team and the mission, and will make objections extremely clear if she believes her COs are making the wrong choices. Despite that flippant attitude towards superiors though, she's known to work extremely well with teammates and is highly protective of her underlings.

Off duty, Roxy is even more of a wildcard, described both as aggressively charismatic and 'just as adept getting out of trouble as she is getting into it'. If you can get past her physicality she's also incredibly personable and eager to open up and meet new people, though there are some aspects of her past she keeps a bit closer to her chest. Generally she prefers to keep things light and sociable, though if something serious comes up she's not afraid to speak her mind and defend her positions, no matter how popular they may or may not be. Mostly she's happy to meet and make new friends, and she likes to spend her alone time maintaining her gear and working out.[/color]

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[color=Gold][b]Role / Specialty[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Security Officer / Vanguard[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Equipment[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Dual Carnifex Pistols: Her preferred weapons of choice from her Eclipse days, providing more then enough firepower to match any assault rifle or shotgun. She also brings disruptor ammunition and concussive grenades if things are expected to get a little crazy.[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Powers/Skills[/b][/color]
[color=Silver][b]Biotic Enhancement:[/b] Never really receiving proper training in biotics until later in life, Roxy's biotic abilities largely manifest passively and help to advance her strength, stamina, and agility to peak and even superhuman levels in short bursts. More recently she has started to utilize more active techniques such as moving objects and creating barriers, but she has generally relied on her biotics in tandem with her own physical abilities.

[b]Combat Training:[/b] Roxy has an eclectic set of combat skills, ranging from quarian self-defense techniques and street-taught brawling to elite infiltration tactics utilized by Eclipse mercenary teams. While she prefers close-range and confrontational fighting, she's able to effectively tackle any combat situation and react accordingly.

[b]Security Tech:[/b] While a bit estranged from her race, Roxy is still a quarian and shares some of the legendary technical know-how of her species, which she utilizes to help keep security systems intact as well as break past firewalls and other defenses should the need inevitably arise to give herself and her team a tactical edge in battle.[/color]

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[color=Gold][b]Biography[/b][/color]
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[hider=Childhood]
Roxy was born in the Migrant fleet as Raela'Xanis nar Zudarum, the youngest of two siblings thanks to a mandate by the Admiralty Board to increase the population level, and one of the very few Quarians to be born with biotic potential. The achievement was hardly worth celebrating; she was exposed in utero when her mother suffered a debilitating injury saving a Liveship from a critical reactor failure, an injury that would take her life merely a few months after her daughter was born.  Her father Kuto'Xanis, a marine officer in the Patrol Fleet, did his best to care for his children under the circumstances, oftentimes enlisting the help of friends on the Zudarum when he was called away by his own duties and always trying to instill in his children a steadfast belief in trust and loyalty to the cause of the Migrant Fleet.

Raela's childhood was still an ill-tempered one. Already marked out as exceptional because of her biotic potential and her mother's heroic sacrifice, a young Raela often felt ostracized by her peers and conversely smothered by adults gushing endlessly about her potential. With her father absent much of the time, she was most often cared for by her older brother Hito, and soon she made a tight-knit group of friends with other second-born children on the ship. Soon enough the timid and anxious Raela had grown into a wily and rambunctious teen, good-natured and more then a little willing to do things that got her and her friends into trouble. Indeed, Raela and her friend group of second-borns were relentless if light-hearted troublemakers, and a frustrated Kuto began to see his daughter in a holding cell more often then he saw her at home.

Less charming was when they grew a bit older and started taking an interest in more serious matters. While most quarians were steadfastly united in their desire to retake Rannoch from the Geth, some with different perspectives, like Raela and her friends, had different ideas. Things quickly grew more chaotic in Raela's life when one of her older friends, Lera'Juran, drew her into the Nedas Movement, a radical political ideology advocating for the Quarians to abandon the reconquest of Rannoch and move on, ending the stagnation of the Migrant Fleet era. 

After hearing that one of their number had been arrested, Raela unwisely joined the mob that went to demand his freedom, winding up with a riot, and a concussion for her troubles. In the aftermath, a splinter movement formed that instead called for diplomatic negotiations with the Geth and forging a lasting peace with them, even if it meant surrendering their homeworld. Lera and Raela quickly joined her friend's new movement, but even this less radical stance was too much for some. This included Raela's own father, an ardent believer in the reclamation of Rannoch, and in the cramped quarters of the ship their violent arguments became quite commonplace. Some were thankful that Raela was preparing for her pilgrimage at the time, and hoping that her time away from the fleet would help her come to her senses. 

Naturally, that didn't quite happen.[/hider]


[hider=The Trial of Lera'Juran]
Before Raela was set to leave, a bombshell accusation changed everything. Flotilla security had uncovered secret communications between a quarian and the Geth, with damning evidence suggesting that intelligence on the fleet was being offered to encourage the machine race to treat with their old masters. Most shocking of all, the culprit was none other then Lera'Juran, Raela's friend and vocal supporter of the movement calling for negotiating peace with the Geth. Knowing her friend would never do such a thing, for the first time Raela took after her father and drew on her years of experience tangling with marine security and investigated the crime, going so far as to break into restricted areas to read computer codes, she made the connection that the messages were sent by one of the leaders of their movement. What's more, she learned that the offer was authorized by an admiral sympathetic to their cause, and realized what must have happened.

Raela burst in on the trial and loudly sounded off an accusation against the true culprit, claiming the admiral and the movement leader were responsible for the message, and that they were framing her friend to escape punishment after their messages were discovered. The Admiralty Board listened intently and, when she was finished, quickly dismissed her accusation, pointing out that she had no evidence to support her claims, with Admiral Vinn'Seerah vas Ceelarm, the very man she was accusing, stepping forward to suggest that Raela had merely been overemotional over her friend's betrayal and encouraged the Board not to punish the girl for her outburst. Raela's last memory that day was of her hands around Admiral Vinn'Seerah's neck and an electrical shock to her ribs; she woke the next day in a cell, coldly informed by her father that Lera'Juran had been exiled.

A few days later, feeling utterly despondent, she was visited by none other then her caring older brother Hito. Unlocking her cell with his father's stolen keycodes, he pressed a sack carrying her pilgrimage gear into her arms, informing her there was a small fighter waiting for her in the closest docking bay, and wished her luck on her 'pilgrimage' with one last hug before going to erase the video records. Raela took her leave in the fighter and sped to the planet below, not once looking back at the Fleet as she left it behind for good.
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[hider=Jungle Work]
Wandering across the galaxy, with little else but her wits, charm, and biotic-powered toughness proved a very liberating experience for the young Raela, if a hazardous and difficult one. After a year or so exploring though, taking in every alien culture she could find (and characteristically spending a few weeks of that year in holding cells), it became clear that without a Migrant Fleet to head back to, she needed to fend for herself. With few people in Citadel space willing to gamble on a quarian exile as a model employee, Raela made her way into the Terminus sector to take a job working security for a warehouse on Omega, only to find it burned down by rival gangsters when she got there. Undeterred, she put her technical and physical skills to work and started working as a free agent of sorts, the novelty of an ass-kicking quarian being enough to secure her odd jobs working as hired muscle for local establishments, petty criminal gangs, and unscrupulous businessmen. 

One such businessman who was, let's say, 'overly fond of her' managed to con Raela into an indentured servitude contract as his own personal bodyguard, making sure to specify exactly what services he required from her when they got to his office on Illium. Unfortunately for the leering jackass, if he'd been thinking with his head instead of the other thing, he might have realized that conning this particular quarian into a contract was a bad idea before he was abruptly launched out of his office window and plummeted one hundred feet to the ground below. Looking upon this brazen act of defenestration, Raela was quickly accosted by an Eclipse mercenary hit squad, surprised to find this quarian had done their job for them. Both sides braced for a fight, but one of the mercenaries suddenly recognized Raela from the stories about her work on Omega and spoke up.

"Why are we fighting her? Hell, we should be hiring her."

It was an unthinkable idea, and Raela's surprise spokeswoman was the only one who seemed to consider the idea anything but ridiculous, but they were willing to give her a shot on an easy guard duty assignment. She did the job perfectly, and when she saw how much zeroes were on the account transfer, she swapped out her battered old containment suit for a yellow one. For the next few years Raela, or Roxy as her non-quarian squadmates affectionately called her, made her living as a soldier-for-hire, working security for high-profile clients and joining strike teams sent after equally high-profile targets. Comfortable operating in the legally and morally gray area, Roxy proved herself a capable fighter, honing her combat and biotic abilities as she rose up the ranks with her new friends and comrades, including the asari who stuck up for her when no one else would and had become her best friend in the process. Life wasn't always easy, but for the first time, Roxy felt like she had a home among her sisters in arms.

Then something emerged from beyond the stars that changed everything.
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[hider=The Reapers]
Relatively isolated from events that preceded the Reaper War, such as the attack on the Citadel by the rogue Spectre Saren, Roxy was enjoying her recent promotion to captain when the genocidal machines first emerged from Dark Space. Recognizing the threat the machines placed, Roxy was in the midst of talks with members of the Blue Suns and the Blood Pack to unite against the machines when a ghost from her past came back to haunt her; a message from the Migrant Fleet, telling her that plans to retake their ancient home world were underway, and asked for her to return home to help in the fight. Roxy knew at once it was her father that had sent this message pleading for her to take this chance at redemption; she responded simply with [i]"Mered'vai Rannoch"[/i]...Forget Rannoch. Committing fully to fighting alongside her brothers and sisters in arms, Roxy fought in several retreating skirmishes across the Terminus System was preparing for a last stand on Illium when Eclipse fell under the control of Aria T'Loak and was folded into the larger Terminus Fleet to take the fight to the Reapers on Earth.

After spearheading attacks on Cerberus positions in preparation for the final battle, Roxy and her team were part of the ground forces sent to join Anderson's resistance forces on Earth, finding themselves cut off and surrounded by the Reapers in the ensuing fight. Fighting ferociously along her friends and fellow mercs, Roxy held her ground for hours until she took a seemingly fatal blast to the chest, her vision going dark just as a red light flashed through the skies.

The brutal fighting left even the tough-as-nails quarian teetering on the edge of death for months. Declared dead more then once before rallying and clinging to life, when Roxy finally opened her eyes, it was to find none other then her brother standing over her, ready to experience a tearful reunion with his little sister. 
It took some time but soon Roxy was back to her old self, none the worse for wear and reunited with the only family she ever cared for. In the time she was out though, Eclipse had moved back home to where it belonged, and after recovering and being deputized temporarily into C-Sec, Roxy felt there was more she could have done outside of her old stomping grounds in Terminus. Her brother offered to put in a good word for her so she could return home, but she politely refused, unable to join the rebuilding efforts in good conscience. Understanding her decision, he instead gifted her a new containment suit, the one she would have worn upon return from her pilgrimage, and suggested that the nascent Citadel Security Fleet could use someone with her skills.

Roxy liked that idea much better. Maybe it was time to fight for something besides a paycheck for once.
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[color=Gold][b]Affiliations[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Father: Kuto'Xanis vas Zudarum: Alive, currently active on Rannoch
Brother: Hito'Xanis vas Leyte: Alive, currently working in C-Sec after being stranded on Earth post-invasion.
Friend: Kelasso Ledasir: Alive, still working with Eclipse.
Friend: Lera'Juran: Location unknown.
Douchebag: Vinn'Seerah vas Ceelarm: Wasting valuable oxygen somewhere.
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[color=Gold][b]Relationships[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]TBD[/color]

[color=Gold][b]Character Theme[/b][/color]
[color=Silver]Not necessary, but just a bit of fun innit.[/color]

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