Hank

Mass Effect: Borealis

I suppose anything is possible, but I still have a hard time picturing a drell behaving like that -- or even being capable of possessing a sense of humor in that vein. Thane Krios is just one drell, of course, but I got the impression from him that they're all melancholic and spiritual, what with the eidetic memory and intense flashbacks. Drono is just... so... human.

The Elder Scrolls: Corruption

So the Institute has moved to Tamriel?

Mass Effect: Borealis

Drono is gonna reffer to her as the "One Coldhearted mama." And he calls Mirage "The Miracle Cripple". The other Turians will be reffered to in plural as "The Tur Crew" becouse thats the name of his favorite group of rappers. The Vorcha is "Bitey". Humans get a number designation. Tonka is Tonka, possibly "Mah Main Krogan Tonka"

@Hellis

You sure have an entirely new take on the drell.

Mass Effect: Borealis

And if worst comes to worst, she'll hire the whole team to go and attack the Blue Suns.

@Sundered Echo

Mirage would totally be up for that. Why are the Blue Suns such popular antagonists in backstories?

A Tattooed Girl's Place to Gab and Hangout

3. Suicide Squad (I know it's not out yet, but it'll be my favorite when it does! lol)

@A Tattooed Girl

This is such a weird opinion to have.

PS. is that you in your avatar?

Account deletion

I suppose so. Closest thing to deletion would be to scrub your account clean and then have one of us ban it. @Mahz might be able to do more.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Hazan requires turian brandy, single measure, on the rocks. It's his signature drink.

Hey, that's an idea. If you had to give your character a signature drink, what would it be?

@DJAtomika

Because of the rebreather grafted into his face, Mirage eats and drinks through a tube that leads to his stomach, like a reverse colostomy. I like to think he just directly injects alcohol into himself if he wants to be drunk.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

Said post will be delivered tonight, pinky promise.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Well aware his bulky force chair would only get in the way of others, Mirage waited with boarding their rickety ship until all the others had preceded him. There were many; other turians, humans, a krogan, a quarian, a batarian -- hell, he'd even spotted a vorcha. Mirage had also seen a drell, much to his carefully contained disgust, but he supposed that couldn't be helped.

The fact that their captain was dead amused Mirage to no end, but he admired the way the crew had agreed that nobody should be elected replacement captain just yet. During the short negotiations Mirage had remained silent, hovering at the edge of the group, his face hidden in the shade of his cowl. He'd noticed the looks the others gave him, of course -- what use could a mercenary group possibly have for a cripple in a force chair? None of them had said anything out loud about it, however, which was a relief. At least they tolerated his presence so far.

Once inside the ship, Mirage had a little difficulty moving around the ship's small corridors. He often had to pause to adjust his chair in order to round particularly tight corners and getting out of people's way was easier said than done. Longing for space, he hovered his way to the bridge, where he saw two other turians -- one behind the navigation console and the other being the pilot.

"You're the navigator?" Mirage asked the turian behind the console while setting his force chair down, using mag-clamps to attach himself to the floor with a satisfying thunk. He opened one of his Omni-tools to the comms chatter flying around the system and started filtering out the useless noise, trying to pinpoint useful channels. "Name's Mirage. Nice to meet you." Mirage's voice was raspy and rough, like sandpaper, and further distorted by the rebreather grafted into his face. He sounded more like a robot from an old science-fiction film than a real person.

Mass Effect: Borealis

Mirage will head to the bridge when I get around to wrapping up my post.