[hider=Zenobia Vartius]
[center][h1]Zenobia Vartius[/h1]
[h3]Lunatic[/h3]
[/center]
[table]
[row]
[hr]
[/row][row]
[cell]
[img]https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/47ed6c79-47f9-4eb3-8aed-e58d1f9f04c5/ddofbx3-313ce557-21f8-4058-9dc0-d2048f117f79.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_1000,q_75,strp/turian_biotic__commission__by_squarerootofdestiny_ddofbx3-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOjdlMGQxODg5ODIyNjQzNzNhNWYwZDQxNWVhMGQyNmUwIiwiaXNzIjoidXJuOmFwcDo3ZTBkMTg4OTgyMjY0MzczYTVmMGQ0MTVlYTBkMjZlMCIsIm9iaiI6W1t7ImhlaWdodCI6Ijw9MTAwMCIsInBhdGgiOiJcL2ZcLzQ3ZWQ2Yzc5LTQ3ZjktNGViMy04YWVkLWU1OGQxZjlmMDRjNVwvZGRvZmJ4My0zMTNjZTU1Ny0yMWY4LTQwNTgtOWRjMC1kMjA0OGYxMTdmNzkuanBnIiwid2lkdGgiOiI8PTgwMCJ9XV0sImF1ZCI6WyJ1cm46c2VydmljZTppbWFnZS5vcGVyYXRpb25zIl19.V3WAMQhNE3Q3hcL0QOXqXb-wgMb-PB9ivOfmHpJzrBU[/img]
[hr]
D O S S I E R
[indent]
[sub]Species[/sub]
[indent][sub]Turian[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Homeworld[/sub]
[indent][sub]Xerceo[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Age[/sub]
[indent][sub]29[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Height/Weight[/sub]
[indent][sub]6'3''/240[/sub][/indent]
[sub]Class[/sub]
[indent][sub]Adept[/sub][/indent]
[/indent]
[indent]
[sub]Affiliation[/sub]
[indent][sub]Eclipse[/sub][/indent]
[/indent]
[hr]
L O A D O U T
[indent][sub]
- M-3 Predator + High Caliber Barrel
- M-4 Shuriken
- Biotic Amplifier
- Custom Light Armor
[/sub][/indent]
[hr]
I N V E N T O R Y
[indent][sub]
- Credits: 800
- Medi-Gel Pack (x2)
- Switchblade
[/sub][/indent]
[hr]
P O W E R S
[indent][sub]
- Throw
- Backlash
- Lance
- Shockwave
[/sub][/indent]
[/cell][cell]
[hr]
A P P E A R A N C E
[indent][sub]
Zenobia is noticeably tall and muscular for a female of her species, with dark gray skin, bright blue eyes, and her face heavily decorated with a white facial tattoo, save for a prominent moon-shaped scar under her left eye. In combat situations she normally wears deep green light armor, somewhat patched over with a prominent white moon on her left shoulder, the outfit coming with a matching short cloak and a bandolier for her equipment, and she usually wears crop tops and trousers in her casual wear. Her body language tends to be rather domineering, and she's not afraid to loom over someone or put her feet up on a superior's desk to make a point.
[/sub][/indent]
[hr]
B A C K G R O U N D
[indent][sub]
Hailing from one of the moons of Xerceo, Zenobia was born with the rare gift of biotic abilities, thanks to an incident of friendly fire causing an element zero leak on the ship her mother was captaining. Knowing the stigma that her abilities would have given her in turian society, her father used his position in the bureaucracy to cover up the mandatory surgery to implant her control chip in the hopes that she'd be able to live a full and productive life without being shuffled into one of the Cabals. It was done with the best of intentions, but being forced into secrecy and constantly told her gifts would make her a freak and an outcast made her quiet and withdrawn out of a fear of rejection. With such a strained, complicated relationship, it wasn't exactly a heartbreaking moment for her when she left home to begin her work in the national service.

And yet disaster struck only a year into basic training. During a live fire exercise, a sudden explosion caught Zenobia off guard and she instinctively threw up a crude biotic barrier to protect herself. Mistaking the move for an attack, and remembering the reputation of biotics as treacherous spies and infiltrators, the other recruits panicked and attacked her, nearly beating her to death before she was arrested by the CO. The recruits were given a stern warning and Zenobia was arranged for immediate transfer to a Cabal unit once she was recovered enough to shamble to port. Stewing in her hospital bed, all the resentments and anger she kept hidden up to that point at last began to boil over, until the guard escorting her to a transport ship struck her with the end of his rifle to get her moving. At long last Zenobia snapped and retaliated with a skull-cracking biotic fist, blasting her way to the transport pad and stealing the ship meant to take her to a Cabal and escaping into the Terminus System.

Branded an outlaw and a wanted criminal, Zenobia abandoned the ship at Korlus and became a roaming vagrant, running with gangs and committing petty crimes to try and scrape by. After getting kicked out of her latest gang, she was slumming on Omega and attempting to hold up passersby with a cheap pistol when the asari she inadvertently chose to mug that day was an out-of-uniform Eclipse mercenary named Edarisa. The asari promptly kicked her to the curb and back again, but when Zenobia parried a lethal attack with a crude biotic push, Edaris was suddenly intrigued at the idea of a turian with biotic potential, and offered her the chance to join her team on a job. They'd been hired to steal a Hierarchy transport containing military payrolls, and Edaris had been tasked to find someone who could be a face for the group and help them get close enough to spring an attack. Zenobia, eager for a little revenge, readily agreed.

The job was a smashing success, and even with a tiny percentage of the cut Zenobia made a killing for her small part, enough to buy a proper implant to replace her cheap mandatory one, but all that money paled in comparison to the connections she made. Eclipse had been impressed with her performance, and the next time Edaris contacted Zenobia, it was with an offer to try on the yellow armor herself. Within the year, she'd downed a Blood Pack warrior in a biotic duel and earned her place in the organization as a full-fledged mercenary.

Zenobia reveled as a hired gun, finding a sincere joy in living outside the structured system of the hierarchy and the freedom her new life offered. She also loved being in a team that not only accepted biotics but encouraged their use, finding her calling as an exceptionally powerful adept who specialized in aggressive tactics, a contrast to her colleague Edarisa who favored a more cautious and tactical approach that paired extremely well with Zenobia's style. Indeed, Zenobia was such an aggressive fighter that she had a tendency to discard her weapons entirely and fight solely with her biotics, even when such a move was poorly thought out. One such incident came when her team was pinned down by an Illium security force and, thinking of no other option, she threw her pistol at the head security guard and knocked her out before diving in with her biotics, bursting into maniacal laughter as desperation and the stress of battle overwhelmed her. The incident, combined with the signature scar on her cheek, earned her the nickname 'Lunatic', one she's worn with pride ever since.

Despite all odds though, her skill got results, and within a few years Edarisa was promoted to Captain and brought along Zenobia as her second in command, and the two proved just as capable in leadership as they did on the battlefield. The two barely had time to make their mark as leaders however when those old rumors about who was really behind the mad turian Saren's attack on the Citadel were confirmed in the worst way possible as the Reapers began their invasion of the galaxy. Fleeing in the wake of the assaults in Terminus, Edarisa and Zenobia were soon informed that Eclipse had fallen under the leadership of the queen of Omega Aria T'Loak, and Edarisa's group had been ordered to the Sol system along with the Terminus fleet to assist in the invasion of Earth. As per usual, Edarisa was to stay behind and help coordinate the overall attack and strategy, while Zenobia would take a strike force and join the battle on Earth directly. The two wished one another luck as always, but after Zenobia departed, she wondered if she should have told Edarisa the truth; that she had begun to see her as much more then a friend or even a partner.

That didn't matter in the heat of battle, as Zenobia fought with the same manic ferocity against the occupiers, leading her loyal team on a surgical strike deep into Reaper-held territory. She and her team fought til the clips ran out, and then she pushed on until the blood poured from her nose from how hard she pushed her biotics.  Their numbers dwindled, their reserves ran dry, and Zenobia told what was left of her team to run and save themselves, as the enemy bore down on her and she prepared to give them everything she had.

And then it was over. A great wave swept through the sky, and the Reapers and all their forces fell, wiped out by Shepard's last gambit aboard the Crucible. Watching them all crumble, realizing what had happened, Zenobia laughed. She laughed harder then she ever had in her life, tears pouring down her face, until she collapsed from exhaustion on the battlefield.

Victory of course had not come cheap. With the relays destroyed, Zenobia became one of many abandoned in the Sol sector trying to pick up the pieces and survive in what was left. The Eclipse she knew was gone, as was her team, lying dead or wounded on the battlefield. She didn't even know if Edarisa was still alive and escaped alongside the Terminus fleet before the relays were destroyed or not. Zenobia felt lost, more despondent then when she first left home, and briefly considered joining some of the mercenaries acting as pirates beyond the asteroid belt before she was contacted by the Sol Restoration Network, having heard of her formidable resume.

Their offer wasn't bad at all. A better use of her skills, an honest paycheck, and no one needed to beat her up in an alley first. She'd have to be crazy not to accept it.
[/sub][/indent]
[hr]
M O T I V A T I O N
[indent][sub]
It used to be a lot easier then this. Do a job, get paid, have a good time. It made her happy, and that's all that mattered.

But things have changed now. Sure she's still the fun-loving maniac who's in for a good time and loves nothing more then a decent scrap, but without a friend to steer her or a target to vent her anger at, it's hard not to feel rudderless. Fifteen years later and still the same damn problem; she's a misshapen piece that nobody wants and can't fit anywhere. It was tough not to feel like she did long ago when the other recruits left her beaten and bloodied on the training field. Worthless. Used up. Better off gone.

Well, fuck that. She'd make the piece fit somehow. She still has something to prove. And if she can have a good time doing it, so much the better. The galaxy's not done with Zenobia Vartius just yet.
[/sub][/indent]
[hr]
F L A W S
[indent][sub]
Guileless: Zenobia's way of solving problems is uncomplicated; fix them. She's not one to sweat the small stuff or look at the big picture, and if she thinks something is wrong or unjust she'll immediately jump in to correct it, damn the circumstances.

Berzerker: Zenobia's not called lunatic for nothing. While a highly competent fighter, she's always had the tendency to give in to the hysteria of battle, resorting to highly aggressive and strategically unsound tactics going purely by instinct and gut feelings. Off the field, she also has a tendency to be deeply emotional and passionate, being quick to anger and unafraid to voice her feelings.
[/sub][/indent]
[hr]
M I S C
[indent][sub]
Yes I wear green. Yes I know I'm Eclipse. I LIKE green. Fuck you.
[/sub][/indent]
[/cell]
[/row]
[/table]
[/hider]