Name: Mionos Kyrn
Call Sign: The Hunter
Race: Drell
Creed: Silently in, Victorious out
Official Personnel Description:
Weapons:
- N7 Shadow Sword; Kylia
- M-358 Talon; Raan
Speciality: Sentinel
Powers:
-Tech Armor
-Incinerate
-Combat Drone; Theera
-Warp
-Throw
-Lift Grenades
Homeworld: Kahje
History: Mionos grew up as the eldest of four, considered a large family among the Drell. With parents who, despite low income and poverty, managed to put food on the table for him and his siblings. His father became the provider of the family, and as such, could not be around much of the time. Though when he was, he made it a point to make sure, Mionos had the ability and wisdom to protect and guild his family. He grew close with his father as he got older and his father disappeared more frequently, leaving him in charge. Despite dreary surroundings, their household never failed to make him smile. Everything seemed quaint, simple, and the young Drell liked it that way.
Slowly their father began to bring in more money, until it seemed they could afford better living, even some recreational spending. Eventually it seemed they were all but rich, but it begged the question, how was his father bringing in all this money. He shrugged it off, never doubting his father's morals; his respect for him had become too great.
One day his father never came home. There were no reports of dead Drell, and there were no calls from the man. It seemed so unlike him. Days became, weeks, became months, and they gave up the search and sank into their grief. The end seemed yet to come. After almost a year passed after the disappearance of his father, and Mionos had taken the burdens of his family as the man in his family, a knock came from his front door. Two krogan barreled through the door, and shouted for money that was owed to them. As a warning they put bullet through his youngest sister. Unable to give them what they wanted, they began to threaten another of his siblings. Desperate, Mionos jumped in the way, only to be shot and left unconscious. Unaware, the Drell hadn't died, they left him, and as a parting gift, the burn down the house and killed every member of his family. Mionos was pulled from the burning wreckage and saved.
After that, he left his home in search of those that took everything from him. Learning what he could along the way, and quickly becoming a fierce lone mercenary. All the while hoping to get a lead on the ones who turned him into the killer his is.
Blue eyes shifted back and forth, accompanied by a ceaseless tapping. The dimly lit room held one light the came down upon a beautiful Asari that sat, jaw cocked in annoyance. Finally she sat forward, directly into the light, which seemed to shimmer off her azure visage. "Well, Mionos?" Her eyes fixed in front of her, "My men obviously don't know what they're doing. I need someone who can get the job done, I need a killer, I need you." The two Turian guards to her side shifted uncomfortably. The young Drell shifted his weight as he looked from one guard to the next. He wondered when he became more than a match for two experienced Turian soldiers. Probably, some time after he was pinched by a dozen Vorcha, or had to kill a Krogan Battlemaster in close quarters.
"Alright," his voice carried the signature Drell reverb, but Mionos still had a coolness to his tone. "I think we have a deal," a grin graced her for a second.
"I will also look into the mercenaries who you mentioned," she smiled provocatively, "Free of charge."
MIonos nodded, "I appreciate that, Lady Vr'ana."
With that he spun on his heels, and vanished into the shadowy room.
The statuesque Drell, marched the hall with no expression, only decisiveness. Two human stood guard the door, one seemed distracted while the other took quick notice to Mionos' rapid approach. "You know," he began, "The point of a secret base is," He pulled his pistol and fire two quick rounds, "for it to be secret." He paused next to the collapsed bodies. "Doesn't help if everyone knows where it is," he said as he pulled the info for the facility from their omnitools. Quickly passing through the door, he found himself in a series of overlapping halls, none that seemed to lead anywhere, and surprisingly little resistance. It didn't sit right. With a quick gesture, he closed his eyes, "Amonkira, guild me," and like a sign from his god footsteps echoed nearby. Following it, he found a large locked door, though that meant nothing to Mionos' hacking expertise. However, the dozen guns pointing at him from the other side did. He quickly put up his hands.
"Mionos, the Hunter," a voice called from behind the wall of weaponry. "I'm surprised Vr'ana's pockets still reached that deep," the man jeered. "To bad, not even a mercenary with a record such as yours will help her," a small volus man squeezed between his men. "I'll make it simple," he paused to take in a ventilated breath. "I'll pay you double to work for me, OR I have my men riddle you with hole right now."
Mionos simply nodded as he brough his still raised hands together, quickly activating his omni tool and with a few swipes over loaded the generators, causing the lights to blow and the door in front of him to close. Shots sparked off the door, before the backup system came online. "FIND HIM!" the volus shouted, as he turned and hit the nearest soldier in the groin. The rest of the men scattered in the search. With a clapping of his boots on the floor as he fell, Mionos appeared behind the small man, even having to crouch to conceal himself from the alerted guards. Several red dots ran around the figure of their boss.
"Put your weapons down," he said calmly.
"How did you?"
"The ventilation system, now," he gestured downward.
"Do as he says, idiots!" They complied as he expected. With a scrapping sound, a lift grenade landed at their feet. They tried to avoid it, but it was too late; they were forced into the air. Mionos stood, and walked right down the center toward the door he'd just been on the other side of, pushing the suspended men out of his way. "Are you not going to kill me?" The Drell didn't stop or look back, simply flicked his gun back and pulled the trigger. The smacking of the volus' face on the ground meant it was a satisfactory shot.
Walking back through the halls he'd came, he looked at his gun. "Three shots. Damn, I thought it would take two."