Andreyich

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

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Prologue:
Preamble

Introductions:
Introductions: I
Old Enemies, New Partners: I
Introductions: II
Introductions: III
Old Enemies, New Partners: II
Introductions: IV
Introductions: V

Gathering: I
Briefing
The Matriarch's Legacy: I

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

No Nonsense

This is done with an in-character dossier of information readily available about your character in mind, in addition to that which they are willing to disclose to those hiring them for the mission. Anything you do not want visible to the public please PM to me.

Full name: Eustace Dar Adal

Race: Human

Citizenship: Systems Alliance. Also technically a Turkish passport, but in the 24th century this doesn't mean much more than really good parking space on Earth.

Aliases: Wolf - most likely the only expression of the post national identity of Eustace it is something he only narrowly managed to get to stick in a bout of arrogance after defeating some pirates.
Eu - what his family (mostly his deceased brother and estranged ex-wife) called him. He despises the word.

Age: 49

Gender: Male.

Psych. Eval.: Eustace is a difficult man to truly analyze because out of habit he adapts his personality based on what he thinks you will react well to. Having done this for some decades in the Alliance Marines he was rather prepared to work this upon CSec's psychologists. Mr. Dar-Adal seems to be a very goal-oriented individual typically only working at one or two projects at a time with the aim of completing them as quickly and perfectly as possible such that personal attention could be given to every thing he comes across. Though reality has shook much of his elite past out of the man he hasn't been able to get through all of the things ingrained to him in youth. There is undoubtedly some arrogance within the man though he thankfully appears to express it as seeing a sort of nobless oblige being his life duty rather than as disdain for his "lessers." He is also very much used to getting his way (and rather unused to not getting it) as well as stifling his inner thoughts and emotions much like any high socialite. At the same time when eventually he does express himself he comes out the other extreme losing all control of them. These last few points are unfortunately best demonstrated when after a visit to my predecessor he threw a cup of coffee at her earning his recent demotion and disciplinary actions. When investigated it was found that in his monthly visits to the psychologist she had after offering refreshments done them wrong every time for several years along with insisting that he reach out to his son if not his ex-wife. Though previously maintaining a friendly facade with her it seems it was but that, a facade, which shattered violently just as his projectile when she spilled some boiling coffee upon him.

Eustace is a very ordered person lamenting that the world seems to follow common sense rather than predicate logic. This can get to be a rather unbecoming personality trait when it crosses with his slight superiority complexes; it is both rather toxic and irksome as he goes on rants regarding such matters but also rather sad as he struggles to understand all the while knowing he is failing. I have been able to find that he rather enjoys reading, but seeing it as a luxury he will typically pirate the books rather than paying for them. When questioned about how he reconciles this with his otherwise nature he himself describes as "by-the-books" he became very angry. Though I am a biotic and know I can stand my ground I chose not to pursue this to avoid a repeat of what happened to the person I replaced. It is clear that Eustace has strong convictions which I cannot quite discern in entirety but he is willing to sacrifice them for immediate matters. He seems rather distasteful of lone wolf types, though rather paradoxically he oft unwittingly bears the traits of such. It is clear to me he is a rather unhappy, soul, one I would even characterize as angry. Note: Only Address him as Eustace, Mr. Adal, or the likes. Abbreviations like "Eu" upset him very much.

Phys. Eval.: Eustace is a little less than 190cm tall and about 90kg, his is a muscular build with little to no external markings on the man's face thanks to a history of some light cosmetic surgery clearing scars. The rest of his body is a different story, old burns making much of his body a tender pinkish shade even after all these years. His skin is the light brown of cheap chocolate whilst his hair a jet back and his eyes a teal. He will almost always look well maintained with facial hair diligently shaved off and the hair upon his head kept perfectly in shape as part of his waking routine. There are a few discrete cybernetics within him, namely advanced integrations with his omni-tool, an internal active headset, specialized eye lenses to resist flashes and improve vision range.

Biotics: No.

Qualifications: Eustace is experienced in many fields. He is an accomplished leader, an award winning marksman, a natural with technology, a light footed saboteur, a renowned commander. He brings to the table experience across many different organizations and fields. From his years he has developed a very wide breadth of skills he can apply to the mission. Perhaps most importantly he has the trust and respect of many important people around the Galaxy that will open many doors, the negative opinion of him that many ordinary people hold being ultimately irrelevant and failing to offset his rapport with the powerful.

History: Eustace was born to a very wealthy family on Earth, the homeworld of mankind and the Systems Alliance. His was a luxuried life defined by tutors, private security and expensive vacations. To extend their influence the Dar Adal family sent its members into a great many elite professions from VI research to all sorts of ministries and government roles to finance and industry. But as a former serviceman himself old Granddad Khatep Dar Adal had wanted somebody in the Marines, and that person would be Eustace.

First things first however, and he was sent to get a formal education until a baccalaureate when he was eighteen during which time his family introduced him to his wife to be. It was an arranged marriage of sorts for she was a very distant relative for her's was also a wealthy family, and both youths were disgusted at the process. But over this they had bonded and rather surprisingly found themselves enjoying each other's company; the marriage happened just after their graduations.

Following this while Eustace went to a prestigious military academy on Earth, a place that while secured with nepotism and a little underhand money Eustace made sure to not squander and study his best to exit with stunning grades that he references to this day. Upon graduation he joined the Marines as an Officer, moving with his wife to a calm frontier posting wherein supposedly they could enjoy the synthesis of civilization but also unsullied vistas. They were happy together, Eustace having a calm time doing naught but occasionally blasting away Rachni or frightening Batarians and Omegans.

But he wanted more, the idealism of the young Captain getting to him as he relentlessly asked to be transferred to places where he could see more action. But as one after the other the requests were denied it soon became apparent it was his family was blocking it when no reason was given for the rejection. He understood of course why they were doing it, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

His big break would come soon however. Just as his wife was pregnant and about to give birth a Batarian fleet appeared in system going full speed towards the residential areas of the planets, his first true battle. Many a Batarian vessel was crushed but he could not save all the people of the world. With horror he looked on how thousands of people were rounded up and dragged away to never be seen again. He requested that he be let pursue the attackers but his demand was rejected. Astounded he made a choice that determined the rest of his life; he ignored his orders to stay put and went full speed after the foe. His ship was an enlarged and modernized derivative of the Normandy SR-2 and it was perfect for what he had to do. For about a year he and his crew waged a stealth guerilla war against the Batarians liberating what slaves they could and stealing shuttles from the Batarians such that they could be sent back through a mass relay to safety. Though by the end Eustace commanded only a skeleton crew with most of his original troop fallen in the line of combat he was successful, and returned to Systems Alliance space expecting a hero's welcome. Alas the almost direct inverse happened.

His entire crew including himself were placed into custody being considered deserters. Though family connections released him from any real persecution he soon found out that he had only seen the beginning of his troubles. His Brother Cyrus had died somewhere halfway through the hit and run campaign against the Batarians, an Ardat Yakshi sucking the poor bastard's soul out. His wife Maribel shortly after giving birth to their son had found another man thinking that Eustace was dead and was already engaged. Thinking their family was destroyed both his For his service? He would have to face a court martial in which a judge would all but inevitably demote him. Deciding he'd like at least a little bit of his dignity preserved he resigned. For nearly a whole year he quit society dwelling at the bottom of a bottle taking occasional jobs as a freelancer mercenary just so he could sustain his cycle of self pity a little longer. Eventually a former comrade who was now in the Military Police reached out to him to say that the officer who denied Eustace's pursuit of the Batarians was paid off by them which would make a return of Eustace to the armed forces almost certainly have the previous trajectory for a court martial demotion be reversed into a promotion for standing up to a corrupt traitor. It was... a job offer of sorts. The alliance had at this point found success converting Marines into state-owned Mercenary Companies and a Major was needed. Ultimately done with feeling sorry for himself he accepted.

For a long time he only assisted other nations in combat against the Rachni or Omegans. But eventually his successes would prove to be his undoing as he was one of the commanders selected for deployment to the Neo-Krogan rebellion. They were all Veterans with advanced equipment, training and experience just short of N7. But this didn't save them when the first waves of Tank Breds struck. His unit was one of the first struck and his unit was obliterated with himself as one of the few survivors, the man only keeping his life after hiding under the burning ruins of his squad's Grizzly where many burn scars were made.

Though Eustace survived, he couldn't tell at what cost. Whereas last time his efforts had something to show for them, now his suffering was pointless and it would soon only get worse. A journalist had found records of what happened to him and his command and leaked it to the public, Eustace soon after being removed from active duty as the publicity of entire units of Systems Alliance troops being wiped out by the Rebel Krogan surfaced. As his face covered many news broadcasts the families of men under his command all blamed him for their deaths, and media focused on him, the sole survivor in a negative manner painting his survival as a product of cowardice after leaving his men to die. Once more his life was ruined, but as he saw Alliance mercenary Marines being pulled out from the Krogan front there was at least the slight consolation that the scandal he was in prompted many men to avoid certain death against the tank-breds.

It was in a bar that he was approached by the journalist who had found what happened to his unit. Marya Sharhan she introduced herself, she had come to apologize to him for the ruining of him across the whole extranet. She explained how she simply had wanted to reveal to the public how deadly warfare was in some theatres the Alliance was rather unwisely pursuing and to show that it was folly. In his tipsy state Eustace found himself unable to disagree, and the two quickly bonded in a drunken night they shared. In the morning as they awoke an offer was yet again made to Eustace. As Marya's team got into war journalism they needed security and there was a vacant position for oversight that he was the perfect candidate for. Seeing it as better than being a Major nobody wanted Eustace gladly resigned from his current position and accepted the new one.

All was well, some semblance happiness again returning as Eustace was in his element and together with someone he wasn't afraid to admit he cared for. But the pattern of his life continued and tragedy befell the man. Having been given permission by the Rebel Clans to record what happens near the frontlines they descended into the ruins of a ruined Asari garden world. There were areas that the Krogan let them film, but many more where this was not permitted. As they went about Marya mused about visiting the restricted areas to see what was being hidden, and an argument came between the two. Eustace insisted it was foolish and that they would pay with their lives, whereas she retorted that this had not stopped her from investigating his unit and meeting him. However by the end it seemed that if not convinced, Marya was at least willing to listen. The party went to sleep but as morning came only the security staff remained in their little camp. After having gone looking for the journalists Eustace was ordered by the local Rebel Warlord to come to his improvise court. There was presented to him a gift of many drums. A few looked ordinary Krogan craft but most were blue. The Krogan Warlord made apparent the realization that was already dawning on Eustace: the drums were made of the skin largely of Asari rounded up from their cities but the drums of an ordinary beige were made of the skins of the humans who had entered the restricted zones. Eustace knew there was nothing he could do here and thus simply closed this chapter of his life heading again to the man heading for a cycle of self pity, this time in the Citadel.

Once more he spent nearly a year at the bottom of a bottle, though one the Citadel there was far less demand for mercenary work and as such he could hardly keep himself housed. It was only walking down a street when he was recognized by his friend now CSec Lieutenant Pearson formerly in the Alliance MPs. After reconnecting in a shitty bar Pearson listened to Eustace's story and taking pity yet again offered the man a job in CSec. Though he was skeptical he accepted it with little other choice given his bills were racking up and he had long since lost ID to use his family's accounts. The only agreement was that he is happy to manage, but he did not want to lead once more.

The last several years were spent with CSec as an Investigator the man likewise tired of fighting all the time. It was a boring life but at least he found some sort of peace for himself to be alone with his thoughts. Recently when behind closed doors the Spectre program was restored the algorithm looking for men to join it suggested him as a Captain, and indeed he received the offer. Though he accepted an offer to join the Spectres, he could not bear such responsibility again. Though happy to aid the Captain with his leadership experience and to apply it if absolutely necessary he would not commandeer the ship and its team.

Though the future holds much uncertainty Eustace has some optimism, the Spectres representing a new cause to believe in.

Position: Mission Control & Crisis Management

Recruited: No.

Inventory & Logistics: Extremely light armour augmented by tech armour, fortification, cloaking and defensive matrix modules. Two armpit holsters hold carnifex pistols while a boot holster holds an executioner pistols. If expecting to be in the field for more than a day he will bring along a Mattock Rifle modified for fully automatic fire. Regardless he will carry a very large array of different ammunition types. Further he carries an electric baton and omni-tool for the most close quarters of combat, as well as a large medical kit including things like stimulant packs and an amplifier for communications. In general he relies on tech and tactics to get him through difficulties rather than strength of arms and biotics, his kit and omni-tool working in tandem to provide tactical scans, sabotaging, overloads and more. In general he will demand little beyond that which is necessary to maintain what is needed for him to do his work; part for the above, along with credits for the purchase of some documents and improved software or hardware, along with occasional training equipment. With all that satisfied he is happy to requisition something on behalf of his comrades who have already asked for much.

Notoriety: 7/8. He was born to an affluent family in the Systems Alliance and was in the headlines of much media for some time near the end of his service in the Marines. His years of working in the Private Sector followed by C-Sec and the Citadel gave him a considerable reputation with people all around the Milky Way for better or worse.

Misc.: While he will keep an unmarked version of his uniform as an Alliance Marine officer as his standard dress he will keep his old tattered one decorating the wall of his room.

Theme

[Blasts from the Past]: Yes.

World of Light

Alright, would you say Ellis from Left 4 Dead would be a better one?

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Your first assertion is correct, although be aware that I made an exception for Geralt who's originally from a book. A character simply appearing in a game is not enough. No Patrick, no Goku, no Sam and Max. In fact, even original characters from licensed games for non-game properties are not eligible, like the main character from Star Wars Fallen Order, for instance.

@Lugubrious

Very well then, would a villager from minecraft be okay? Got a few other ideas but this is the main one

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Hey there, glad to see you're interested!

Your character can be lighthearted, but must be both a character and a character that originated from a game, so all the examples you listed would not qualify. It's difficult to qualify what exactly makes a game (for instance, saying digital media for entertainment purposes that necessitates interaction from a player would no doubt have loopholes), but I can go on a case by case basis if need be.

@Lugubrious

To clarify, this means that the first ever appearance of the character must be originally in a videogame rather than the character simply appearing in a videogame? Or would the iteration of Patrick Star from Spongebob: Battle for Bikini Bottom work? Or the Linux Penguin from Tux Racer?

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How light hearted and/or meta can we go with this i.e. could I be Patrick Star or a deck of cards from solitaire, the Linux Penguin, etc. And indeed what constitutes a game? I.e. would clippy or bonzi buddy count? Or the computer of Zork? Regardless fairly interested in this and once some reading is done and questions answered I will work on a sheet this weekend

Mass Effect: Phoenix | A 24th century adventure in space

WIP but I wanted to stick my foot in the door since I did have a mostly fleshed out concept. I'll finish the little stuff when I can. You know... like... a name...

If you have any advice or input on what I've put down so far, please feel free to throw it at me.

CS

This is done with an in-character dossier of information readily available about your character in mind, in addition to that which they are willing to disclose to those hiring them for the mission. Anything you do not want visible to the public please PM to me.

Full name:

My Hider

Race: Asari

Citizenship: She was last an official citizen of the Systems Alliance

Aliases:

Age: 99

Gender: Female

Psych. Eval.:

Phys. Eval.:

Biotics:
She has been discovered to have prodigious biotic strength, even for an asari, though her relative youth and limited training limit her potential, however she has an aptitude for creating extremely durable biotic barriers, and is fully capable of using her biotics for basic telekinetic purposes: pushing, pulling, lifting, etc.

Qualifications:
Decades of mercenary experience with an unusually high survival rate for anyone working with her or under her protection. While not boasting a totally flawless record for completing assignments, she has never lost a client. She's an ace marksman with reliable biotics as a back-up.

History:

My Hider

She was born to a retired Alliance marksman with middling biotic capabilities and an older Asari who had been entering the matriarch phase of her life. Her mother had thought she was past having children, but apparently something about her father had gotten her attention, and so she'd decided to change course just a little while longer.

She spent most of her early childhood with two sisters and her father. Her mother had stronger encouraged the three to spend as much time with their father as possible, knowing their time with him would be comparatively limited. This was where she learned to use a rifle, her and her "middle sister" having been fascinated by his war stories. The "little sister" of the three often tagged along, but ended up being the quiet one, overshadowed by the middle's enthusiasm. It was only (?)'s strong will that kept her from similarly being overshadowed.

They had settled on a quiet planet in human space, not too far from their father's friends and relatives, but somewhat isolated, allowing their father some peace in his retirement. Much needed peace and quiet, having survived the Reaper conflict. Their mother would often say it was that "seen it all" look in his eyes that had gotten her interest.

The peace was not to last. There was always an element of chaos. For some, they forget the hell of their near extinction all too quickly and looked to capitalize on the aftermath. Neither their mother's years of wisdom and experience or their father's time as a soldier could keep them together. It was no grand catastrophe or uncommon event that ended their happy days, but a simple band of marauders that numbered one too many.

Barely out of their teens by human standards, the sisters were forced to flee, as their presence could only have delayed the inevitable at best. At the time, she was not aware of what she would one day be capable of, and unrealized potential matters little in a crisis. After fleeing, a few of her father's old friends banded together upon hearing what happened and went to investigate, but could only bring back the news the sisters had feared the most.

The years went by. They grew up largely around humans at first, staying with what they knew. In doing so they lacked heavily in guidance that they could have received from others of their kind, though in time this would prove at least somewhat beneficial.

The middle sister took to traveling, putting into practice their father's teachings in order to make a living. (?) would follow her, always having been the most responsible, and wanting to ensure her sister didn't do anything stupid. The little sister stayed behind, living a simple, civilian life and making sure they'd always have a home to return to. (?) would take any odd job, not wanting to become a soldier of fortune like her sister was becoming.

Construction, cooking, cleaning, simple security, etc. After a few years she'd done just about everything you didn't need a formal education to do. She did whatever it took to afford food, shelter, and the supplies to maintain her rifle. While she was not a mercenary, it was all she had left as a connection to her father. Furthermore, seeing as her sister was a mercenary, if she was to actually keep her out of trouble, she needed to be ready.

Whenever it was time to move on, she'd often book passage to other worlds on whatever ship her sister had been hired to protect, leading to what eventually became a well rehearsed routine.

"I'm not paying for your ticket."

"I didn't ask you to."

It was one such ship that altered the course of her life. For better or for worse, she debates to this very day. Pirates caught them between jumps, seeming happy to haul the wreck of their ship back to sell as salvage if they couldn't board the ship itself. Outgunned, they tried to run but there was no escaping in time.

(?) put herself alone in the rear cargo-hold as the pirates locked on. Their ships shields had long since failed, and further attacks would have started venting the hull. In desperation, she threw up a biotic barrier, hoping to just buy a little more time. One shot, then two, her barrier alone withstood multiple shots from the pirate's cannons.

Next came a missile, and still the ship survived as her barrier nullified the blast, but she'd been pushed past her limit. Her vision faded and she was tossed from the cargo-hold out into space.

Their ship had recovered its shields, but they would fail again before long once the next barrage struck. Limping through space, it seemed surrender was their only hope for any of them to survive, though what fate truly awaited them none could say... but the attacks stopped before they could radio their pursuers.

Instead, the pirate ship radioed them first.

"Everyone OK?"

She had blacked out briefly, but awoken moments later, drifting in space. At the last moment, she'd used her biotics to launch herself to the pirate's ship and break into it. While hardly a commando, a handful of startled pirates hadn't stood a chance. It was from here that a schism slowly grew between the two traveling sisters. In one fell swoop, she'd completely stolen the show from her sister.

People began asking for her, assuming she was the gun for hire. While she'd occasionally worked as her sister's partner if it was absolutely necessary, she'd never before considered it to be her line of work. More and more, however, she began to get dragged into it. More and more, she proved her greater aptitude.

More and more her sister began to resent her.

Eventually, the tension between the two boiled over and they split apart. Some time after, the cursed year struck. Both sisters were fortunate in a way. They hadn't really grown up as typical Asari, and both had become rather well integrated into their lines of work. They just sort of... continued on as they were, though often having to avoid heavily populated worlds and ports.

It was during this time that (?) fully shifted gears into mercenary work. A regular job in a regular city was hard to come by as an Asari, but there was always someone that needed a gun, and hers was becoming highly sought after. And so she drifted, feeling as though she'd lost her way. Though, with seemingly the whole galaxy having turned against her and her kind, she felt there was little she could do about it.

There was, however, a silver-lining to this. Immersed as she was in this new life, she was now a part of a certain circle of people. One day she was contacted by a group for job -- a group that she quickly recognized.

She'd had a lot of time to think, and she'd figured out why her seemingly unremarkable family had been targeted. Having lived out on their own, they had been isolated. Her mother being an Asari matriarch, their attackers had figured they'd be an easy, but potentially lucrative target. Low risk, high reward, or at least they'd hoped.

They'd been right enough.

And now, unknowingly, those same people wanted to hire her. Their group had grown over the years, taking on the name "Hope of Fortune," though still smaller than some of the more infamous mercenary outfits. They'd become too big to work as raiders, as they'd draw too much attention to themselves, and had turned to working as hired muscle, often working underneath those other, bigger groups.

They wanted her, figuring her experience and biotic talents would help them land their biggest job yet. They didn't know who she was, but she knew who they were. She agreed on the spot. She'd barely asked any questions, and honestly had at times feared she looked too eager. She was able to discover that they still worked under the same leadership, though in his advancing age he rarely stepped foot into battle himself anymore.

She tried to contact her sister, but had no idea where to even start, and resolved to simply having some of her contacts do their best to track her down. If she was still a mercenary herself, there was hope they'd manage sooner of later. However, sooner or later wasn't something she could wait on.

The job was basically a territory dispute on some backwater planet, with each side wanting the land for themselves to set up shop. It was close enough to a lucrative trade route to set up a good smuggling operation. Their side already had a foothold, while the other side insisted that it was their territory the other was encroaching on.

Her plan was almost foolhardy in its simplicity. She leaked some information to the rival side and leveraged her own reputation to take command of the group on her side. She sent dozens of mercenaries to their deaths, and when they tried to retreat, they found a nigh impenetrable biotic barrier blocking their way while they were left to be slaughtered.

When the rival group stormed the base, they found naught but corpses, with no sign of their killer.

(?), meanwhile, slipped away, returning to her employer. She called ahead to report her "failure," but when her ship landed, she wasn't on it. She'd allowed the onboard VI to go through the simple process of landing the ship at their compound. She wasn't all that far away though, she watched the mercenaries scratch their heads through her scope as the boarding ramp of her ship lowered, only for no one to walk down it. She watched their boss scream his head off about something or another.

In hindsight, she should have shot him then and there. She shot the men next to him first, wanting him to feel some of the fear she'd felt all those years ago. However, it unfortunately let the old-man turn activate his personal shields, her shots glancing off them as he ran for it.

There was a good reason he'd been furious, though. He'd lost a lot of men due to the stunt she'd pulled. She hunted him down throughout his own compound, picking them off one-by-one and unleashing her untamed but powerful biotics upon them. In the end she cornered him at the far end of his little base where he'd gathered the last of his group to set up a last ditch ambush.

Any other day it wouldn't have worked, but she'd been out for blood and with each pull of the trigger she'd fallen more and more prey to her own tunnel-vision.

She quickly used her biotics to shield herself from the barrage of gunfire, and then... she had an idea. She expanded her barrier more and more until it filled the entire room -- but she didn't let any of them inside of it. She let out a surge of power that destroyed the entire room, smashing them all flat. Even as she saw the walls of the compound begin to crumble around her, she didn't stop.

She'd missed her shot once, but not again.

Between fighting her way into that room and her final stunt she was spent as the compound collapsed in on her.

She was to awaken once more, however. She awoke to see her sister. In the end she had gotten her message and come for her and dragged her out of the wreckage. She was chastised for her foolishness and "Oh how the tables have turned. You've changed, sister. So reckless." As well as "You've done it again, putting on some crazy performance. Are you trying to put me out of business?"

Somehow, the results were the opposite this time. Having avenged their family at nearly the cost of her own life, her stunt had begun the process of mending their relationship.

They resumed working together for a time, but it was all very routine in the coming decades. At first she was worried that was technically amounted to a betrayal of her employer would leave her blacklisted, but she'd earned the respect of enough of her contacts that they were willing to spin things for her. After all, it wasn't like anyone else had killed her parents.

Rather, she was in higher demand than ever. After all, she'd in the end she'd single-handedly crushed an entire mercenary group out of sheer spite. Having well and truly established herself, she had more opportunities than ever to sharpen her skills, especially as Asari slowly began to become accepted again.

Until she just dropped off the radar. It had all been a blur, being forced into a life she never would have chosen only to be so good at it, it had been hard to stop. So, one day, she just hit the brakes, hoping to fade into the background until she was forgotten and could live a more peaceful life...

Her middle sister was still off working as a hired gun, but as a more permanent member of a mostly legitimate private military company, where she'd apparently found love with one of the other women who worked there. Her little sister meanwhile had started studying the rachni, hearing that their species had turned on each other, and curious to see if anything could be done for the peaceful once that remained.

And (?)? Well she wasn't doing much of anything by comparison. A violent century had flown by, and while she was only a quick call away if her sisters ever needed her, she was content to let the next one pass by quietly.

Position: Designated marksman

Recruited: Yes

Inventory & Logistics:
An effectively antique M-96 Mattock assault rifle with a modified scope.

Notoriety: 3
While a very effective mercenary, she never went out of her way to find glory, so to the less informed she's just one of many. To those who've heard her stories, however...

More than likely, rather than her weapon skills, it would be the mix of her tactical prowess and unusually intense biotic outbursts that draw attention to her.

Misc.: N/A

[Blasts from the Past]: Yes

@KillamriX88

Hey there, a few comments. I know this is a WIP so perhaps you have plans to iron this out for the final version but I'll for now relay the thoughts of the GM cabal in its "as-is" state.

She has been discovered to have prodigious biotic strength, even for an asari

Is a very dubious thing in our opinion. I would like to refer you to the element "on-power level." of the above. I don't want to be a hardass but its not very interesting when a character in the team can just do whatever the hell they like with their biotic fiat. Now of course that's a very vague thing and it may not be as OP as we are imagining (after all, most Asari choose to not pursue the further development and practice of their biotics and in contrast to them any practiced biotic is a prodigy) but at the same time its hard for us to not go for the worst case when we don't see an actual quantification of the power. In the inventory you should I think expand a little more as your character most certainly isn't just carrying their firearms; mention armour (light, medium, heavy, or none will suffice) and such. Also, in regards to the history/backstory it is long but it doesn't feel like it touches in-depth look at the character and how they turned out the way they did, it was a deep dive into a few formative events rather than a deep dive into why those events were formative; it would be nice to stuff like how she and her family dealt with the rising bigotry to Asari following the cursed year and it would be nice if we got names to the individuals in her life. I think there is a great amount of potential here but it needs to do some refinement.

I also highly recommend joining the discord as it would make clearing this up a heck of a lot easier

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Tempted to join, might do a Drell

@Theyra

If you can provide the goods I'd be happy to be the incubus tempting you over the edge and into our little gang. If you jave any questions to help you decide I am here to answer them.

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Assets:

The Weiro

The W-178 (originally the Weiro) is a fairly old ship, one of the many the Quarians donated to the Geth in exchange for the complete return of Rannoch and the colonies. Like most migrant fleet ships the Weiro had a combination of domestic and military elements but it was first and foremost a civilian ship. As time progressed and both Geth and Quarians started to construct new vessels the Geth began to retrofit their migrant-fleet era ships with the aim of selling them to in turn raise funds for their own ships that weren't constrained by many flaws of organic design such as windows.

Though manufactured long ago the retrofit given to it has made the W-178 fairly competitive in comparison to most other Frigate-sized vessels flying through the Milky Way. The growing commonality of Thanix batteries lets it house a fair punch and a few GARDIAN installations allow it to fend off at least the smaller raids by enemy interceptors and fighters. However it is not a dedicated military craft and it would not find success in battling anything else that is frigate sized or above. It is faster than many vessels of its kind but outmatched by almost the same amount. The most endearing features of the Weiro are its inconspicuousness, its rather massive cargo bay, large if unfurnished crew quarters, and its modularity retrofits leaving room for it to be upgraded into a cutting edge vessel such as those fielded by the most elite Geth or Salarian Marines. For now its denizens might find it barebones with not much more than apartments, a mess-hall like kitchen, a cargo bay and hangar, a bridge and command centre, and a Captain's suite. The apartments though giving far more individuality than a barracks are relatively small and entirely unfurnished for now save a bed and lightbulb. Officially it flies as under charter of Citadel Investigation and Research permits.

Armoury

-10x M-8 Avenger
-10x M-23 Katana
-10x M-92 Mantis
-15x M-4 Shuriken
-15x M-3 Predator
-3x Spitfire
-3x Cobra
-200x Thermal Clip crates
-30x Hahne Kedar Light Armour
-30x Hahne Kedar Medium Armour
-30x Hahne Kedar Heavy Armour
-60x Omni-Tools

Hangar

4x UT-47 Kodiak
2x M35 Mako

Players:
-Co-GM @Lauder Captain Sosa’Numos nar Suram, Captain of the Weiro
-GM @Andreyich Eustace Dar Adal, Mission Control & Crisis Management | Dreklei Harahn, Shuttle Pilot
-Co-GM @Lucky Seraph, Pilot of the Weiro
-@KillamriX88 Amynta T'Vete, 404ERROR
-@Auz Takaror Korr, Shock Trooper
-@DrRtron Urdnot Shephurd, Pointsman & Engineer
-@Dog Samuel W. Bridge, 404ERROR
-@Theyra Nethel Niol, CQC Specialist
-@KaiserElectric Osino Kael, Engineer, Sentinel
-@Aquia Azulethan ‘Zul’ Ledanari, Infiltration Specialist
-@Naril Severin (Rin) Zahir, Chief Medical Officer
-@Monochromatic Rainbow Anderson McKenna {REDACTED}

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