Member
NeziulName: Ali 'Scorn' Narkinis
Species: Turian
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Physical Description:
Ali stands around 6' 1'' and has a rather flexible, light body. She likes to wear her turian armor with a cloak to cover her head. Her armor to some has parts of it painted with skeleton parts on it where in a turian they would be precisely. One thing people seem to notice first about her our her vibrant yellow eyes, that some find beautiful others see them to be to much like a predator stalking prey. Her face has some facepaint on it like many turians have, with two marks under each eye and a straight line that is between her bottom lip and the end of her chin.
Psychological Profile: Ali, or her preferred codename given by herself Scorn, is a rather unhinged Turian. After the death of her friends, the survivor guilt, and a near rape incident, it changed her from being a serious cabal soldier to a unhinged gun for hire who would laugh as she watched someone die in her hands. She enjoys playing tricks on the temporary partners she has had in the past and get under their skin, of course when it comes to a job, she can indeed be very serious and get rather aggressive in combat, preferring to fight up close and personal. Unlike most turians who are tactical and love their strategies, she will run into combat without a plan.
Talking with her can go in many directions. Sometimes she is calm, other times she can speak in riddles and get agitated easily, you never know what you'll get out of a conversation with her so most avoid her all together to talk with.
Class: Cabal Vanguard
Skills:
-Poison Strike
-Nightshade Blades
-Biotic Focus
Equipment:
M-76 Revenant
M-300 Claymore
History: She was the average turian female in her childhood, nothing special about her. She went through her early years with little care only knowing that in the future she had her eyes set on a military position just like most members of her family had been before her. Of course at the time she had a few years to worry about those plans, that was until her biotic abilities came to light after getting into an argument with a fellow turian. After that one incident her life was changed dramatically. Her military career started far earlier then she planned having to join the Cabal Vanguard training program. People she thought as friends shunned her, thinking she had kept it all a secret, and suddenly even her family seemed to forget about her, as if she was a stain to the family name. She hated her life for the first few years after that, but she made it a point to strive to be one of the best of her training group.
After a few years training she was placed into a squadron with a few other Cabal Vanguards which became her new friends. The others who were not biotics tended to shift away from them despite some attempts at trying to break the ice, the tension remained between the non boitics and the Cabal. It was best to remain acquaintances.
Find her place amongst the others in the platoon and her fellow Cabal Vanguard members, a few more years passed. Nothing much happened with her squad, they were sent out to check on geth activity from time to time on the nearby systems but other then that they were left sidelined until one day they got word that the geth were closer then they should of been to Pavalen and wanted a squad to check on what was going on. Her group was sent out, a squad of twenty: four Cabals, two scouts, and the rest were soldiers. They landed on the planet and send the scouts forward to see what the situation was. When they returned they came back with word of the geth seemingly looking for something but it was such a small group that it would just be another simple sweep and clear. They had grown to comfortable with routine. Oh had foolish her squad was. It was a trap. When the reached the spot there were no geth until it turned out to be an ambush. In the end of it all the mission was achieved but she and the two scouts were the only survivors and the incident began her down the path to mental breaking point.
She blamed the two scouts for what happened and it was recommend that they were all placed in new squads. She was placed into another squad but she grew distant with her comrades, only responding to them with simple head movement. She was easy to agitate from simple mistakes and overly cautious in certain situations. Most learned to stay clear from her. Some though decided to try there luck and eventually one tried even to rape her. Worst of all it had been an old friend or so she thought. He had cornered her after training. She struggled against him and eventually after he overpowered her and had what he wanted, she snapped. He never thought she would get up but she did and snapped his neck without hesitation. She had laughed over his corpse at first but gaining some sanity briefly, she panicked at made it look like a freak accident. Of course that slight snap back to sanity was only brief, and she had a score to settle with two scouts.
She found the scouts and watched the die to her satisfaction, any form of sanity within her was gone. She hitched a freighter off world before anyone found the bodies and even if the figured out who did it she was all ready gone. It took a few jumps from ship to ship but she eventually made it to Omega where she knew she could hideout. She delved into thievery upon reaching the world, mostly to stay alive and tried to not cause to much trouble unless someone bothered her. She did a few jobs but mostly worked alone and occasionally feeding intel to Aria just to show she was on her good side.
After all she knew the one rule of Omega, don't fuck with Aria, but that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with everyone else. XD
Species: Turian
Gender: Female
Age: 30
Physical Description:
Ali stands around 6' 1'' and has a rather flexible, light body. She likes to wear her turian armor with a cloak to cover her head. Her armor to some has parts of it painted with skeleton parts on it where in a turian they would be precisely. One thing people seem to notice first about her our her vibrant yellow eyes, that some find beautiful others see them to be to much like a predator stalking prey. Her face has some facepaint on it like many turians have, with two marks under each eye and a straight line that is between her bottom lip and the end of her chin.
Psychological Profile: Ali, or her preferred codename given by herself Scorn, is a rather unhinged Turian. After the death of her friends, the survivor guilt, and a near rape incident, it changed her from being a serious cabal soldier to a unhinged gun for hire who would laugh as she watched someone die in her hands. She enjoys playing tricks on the temporary partners she has had in the past and get under their skin, of course when it comes to a job, she can indeed be very serious and get rather aggressive in combat, preferring to fight up close and personal. Unlike most turians who are tactical and love their strategies, she will run into combat without a plan.
Talking with her can go in many directions. Sometimes she is calm, other times she can speak in riddles and get agitated easily, you never know what you'll get out of a conversation with her so most avoid her all together to talk with.
Class: Cabal Vanguard
Skills:
-Poison Strike
-Nightshade Blades
-Biotic Focus
Equipment:
M-76 Revenant
M-300 Claymore
History: She was the average turian female in her childhood, nothing special about her. She went through her early years with little care only knowing that in the future she had her eyes set on a military position just like most members of her family had been before her. Of course at the time she had a few years to worry about those plans, that was until her biotic abilities came to light after getting into an argument with a fellow turian. After that one incident her life was changed dramatically. Her military career started far earlier then she planned having to join the Cabal Vanguard training program. People she thought as friends shunned her, thinking she had kept it all a secret, and suddenly even her family seemed to forget about her, as if she was a stain to the family name. She hated her life for the first few years after that, but she made it a point to strive to be one of the best of her training group.
After a few years training she was placed into a squadron with a few other Cabal Vanguards which became her new friends. The others who were not biotics tended to shift away from them despite some attempts at trying to break the ice, the tension remained between the non boitics and the Cabal. It was best to remain acquaintances.
Find her place amongst the others in the platoon and her fellow Cabal Vanguard members, a few more years passed. Nothing much happened with her squad, they were sent out to check on geth activity from time to time on the nearby systems but other then that they were left sidelined until one day they got word that the geth were closer then they should of been to Pavalen and wanted a squad to check on what was going on. Her group was sent out, a squad of twenty: four Cabals, two scouts, and the rest were soldiers. They landed on the planet and send the scouts forward to see what the situation was. When they returned they came back with word of the geth seemingly looking for something but it was such a small group that it would just be another simple sweep and clear. They had grown to comfortable with routine. Oh had foolish her squad was. It was a trap. When the reached the spot there were no geth until it turned out to be an ambush. In the end of it all the mission was achieved but she and the two scouts were the only survivors and the incident began her down the path to mental breaking point.
She blamed the two scouts for what happened and it was recommend that they were all placed in new squads. She was placed into another squad but she grew distant with her comrades, only responding to them with simple head movement. She was easy to agitate from simple mistakes and overly cautious in certain situations. Most learned to stay clear from her. Some though decided to try there luck and eventually one tried even to rape her. Worst of all it had been an old friend or so she thought. He had cornered her after training. She struggled against him and eventually after he overpowered her and had what he wanted, she snapped. He never thought she would get up but she did and snapped his neck without hesitation. She had laughed over his corpse at first but gaining some sanity briefly, she panicked at made it look like a freak accident. Of course that slight snap back to sanity was only brief, and she had a score to settle with two scouts.
She found the scouts and watched the die to her satisfaction, any form of sanity within her was gone. She hitched a freighter off world before anyone found the bodies and even if the figured out who did it she was all ready gone. It took a few jumps from ship to ship but she eventually made it to Omega where she knew she could hideout. She delved into thievery upon reaching the world, mostly to stay alive and tried to not cause to much trouble unless someone bothered her. She did a few jobs but mostly worked alone and occasionally feeding intel to Aria just to show she was on her good side.
After all she knew the one rule of Omega, don't fuck with Aria, but that didn't mean she couldn't fuck with everyone else. XD