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Full Name: Vokeera O'knuro
Known as: Vok/Ro
Species: Noxaara
Gender: N/A
Age: 36
Appearance: Ro sports the most basic appearance of the Noxaara
Vocation: Nomad war veteran aiming to continue her Protector path among the human population.
Personality: (Only put something here if you plan to stick to it) This is a relief, since I've never been good at personality descriptions.
History: Ro was about ten years old when the Nomad awoke. It took a couple more years for the reverberations of its awakening to reach Noxaara space. Upon realizing the danger it posed the Noxaara dedicated a special unit among the Protectors to be trained, educated and instructed especially with the intent on fighting the Nomad forces. Ro was too young to join at the time, but she already knew that she wanted to walk the path of Protector. She enjoyed studying and learning new things as much as the next Noxaara, they were an inquisitive race in general, but she also enjoyed the additional physicality the Protector path required of her. She also liked learning new ways in which to move her body, to subdue an attacker, to provide security for her fellow Explorers.
As the years passed and the war against the Nomad raged on, Vokeera became more and more concerned that the unknown malignant entity was not only decimating human populated worlds, and the Noxaara were friends to the human race. But that it would eventually turn its eye to her people and rob them of the chance to explore.
So at 29, after having 7 full years of Protector experience under her belt she decided to undergo the special unit training and at about thirty she entered the fray. Rather than join one of the Noxaara squads, she requested to join a human unit. Insisting that fighting among the members of the race Nomad was targeting would allow her to better understand and feel the need for victory.
At the time she couldn't have know that this was her first step onto the Explorer path. Surrounded by human soldiers fighting to protect what was theirs, Vokeera soaked up their determination and dedication fueled by their pain and sorrow. Living, breathing, fighting and bleeding together with humans she came to respect and appreciate the species even more so than before.
A year or two before the end of the war Vokeera's platoon was sent to evacuate a colony of scientists studying ways to defeat the Nomad. They managed to arrive only hours before the Nomad deployed it's infernal robotic abominations. Her squad fought valiantly to protect the fleeing scientists, who were scrambling to salvage whatever data they'd managed to accumulate on the Nomad. They knew there was no battle won to be had. They could only hope to get the scientists out in one peace. It was a last stand if there ever was one. And after that it would be up to the ship crews to transport the scientist team to someplace safer.
Vokeera and her friends fought like mad dogs. Attacking almost savagely keeping the focus of the abominations on themselves until the very last scientist made it out. When the shuttles were airborne two of the weapons platforms disengaged and went in pursuit of the shuttles. Only one remained and so Ro and her team redoubled their efforts, hoping they would at least be able to defeat the one remaining opponent before it killed them all. They were slowly chipping away at the monstrosity and when it appeared they would be victorious the area was blanketed with bursting plumes of vicious toxins. The remaining robotic absurdity disengaged as well, her squad apparently left to die out slowly in the toxic mist of bio-weapons.
Vokeera knew her SEEM would protect her for a time within the toxins. A luxury non of her human comrades possessed. The platoon was all but decimated. With only a hand few remaining Ro could not bear to watch them all perish. So she did the only thing she could. One after another she dragged them out of the toxic plumes into safety. With each reentry into the mist her polymer alloy would itch more and more. Her rebreather laboring to clear out the toxins she was gulping down. By the time she'd managed to pull three soldiers from certain death she was all but spent.
The toxins she'd breathed in and that had seeped through her outer shell had caused severe damage. By the time she'd managed to fully recover Nomad and its forces were floating dormant in space.
Valued possessions: a pendant of Archangel Michael, patron of soldiers, the three squad mates she'd saved gave her as a token of gratitude. When she cannot afford to wear it, she fashions a pattern in its liking on her left breastplate, where the human heart is.
Miscellaneous: She can no longer afford to push the limits of her bio-hazard resistance as the doctors are not sure she would be able to survive another similar incident.
After her injury and subsequent extended convalescence she discovered an interest in exploring and experiencing different cultures than her own. To that end she's decided not to return home to Noxaara space, but stay among the humans.
Known as: Vok/Ro
Species: Noxaara
Gender: N/A
Age: 36
Appearance: Ro sports the most basic appearance of the Noxaara
Vocation: Nomad war veteran aiming to continue her Protector path among the human population.
Personality: (Only put something here if you plan to stick to it) This is a relief, since I've never been good at personality descriptions.
History: Ro was about ten years old when the Nomad awoke. It took a couple more years for the reverberations of its awakening to reach Noxaara space. Upon realizing the danger it posed the Noxaara dedicated a special unit among the Protectors to be trained, educated and instructed especially with the intent on fighting the Nomad forces. Ro was too young to join at the time, but she already knew that she wanted to walk the path of Protector. She enjoyed studying and learning new things as much as the next Noxaara, they were an inquisitive race in general, but she also enjoyed the additional physicality the Protector path required of her. She also liked learning new ways in which to move her body, to subdue an attacker, to provide security for her fellow Explorers.
As the years passed and the war against the Nomad raged on, Vokeera became more and more concerned that the unknown malignant entity was not only decimating human populated worlds, and the Noxaara were friends to the human race. But that it would eventually turn its eye to her people and rob them of the chance to explore.
So at 29, after having 7 full years of Protector experience under her belt she decided to undergo the special unit training and at about thirty she entered the fray. Rather than join one of the Noxaara squads, she requested to join a human unit. Insisting that fighting among the members of the race Nomad was targeting would allow her to better understand and feel the need for victory.
At the time she couldn't have know that this was her first step onto the Explorer path. Surrounded by human soldiers fighting to protect what was theirs, Vokeera soaked up their determination and dedication fueled by their pain and sorrow. Living, breathing, fighting and bleeding together with humans she came to respect and appreciate the species even more so than before.
A year or two before the end of the war Vokeera's platoon was sent to evacuate a colony of scientists studying ways to defeat the Nomad. They managed to arrive only hours before the Nomad deployed it's infernal robotic abominations. Her squad fought valiantly to protect the fleeing scientists, who were scrambling to salvage whatever data they'd managed to accumulate on the Nomad. They knew there was no battle won to be had. They could only hope to get the scientists out in one peace. It was a last stand if there ever was one. And after that it would be up to the ship crews to transport the scientist team to someplace safer.
Vokeera and her friends fought like mad dogs. Attacking almost savagely keeping the focus of the abominations on themselves until the very last scientist made it out. When the shuttles were airborne two of the weapons platforms disengaged and went in pursuit of the shuttles. Only one remained and so Ro and her team redoubled their efforts, hoping they would at least be able to defeat the one remaining opponent before it killed them all. They were slowly chipping away at the monstrosity and when it appeared they would be victorious the area was blanketed with bursting plumes of vicious toxins. The remaining robotic absurdity disengaged as well, her squad apparently left to die out slowly in the toxic mist of bio-weapons.
Vokeera knew her SEEM would protect her for a time within the toxins. A luxury non of her human comrades possessed. The platoon was all but decimated. With only a hand few remaining Ro could not bear to watch them all perish. So she did the only thing she could. One after another she dragged them out of the toxic plumes into safety. With each reentry into the mist her polymer alloy would itch more and more. Her rebreather laboring to clear out the toxins she was gulping down. By the time she'd managed to pull three soldiers from certain death she was all but spent.
The toxins she'd breathed in and that had seeped through her outer shell had caused severe damage. By the time she'd managed to fully recover Nomad and its forces were floating dormant in space.
Valued possessions: a pendant of Archangel Michael, patron of soldiers, the three squad mates she'd saved gave her as a token of gratitude. When she cannot afford to wear it, she fashions a pattern in its liking on her left breastplate, where the human heart is.
Miscellaneous: She can no longer afford to push the limits of her bio-hazard resistance as the doctors are not sure she would be able to survive another similar incident.
After her injury and subsequent extended convalescence she discovered an interest in exploring and experiencing different cultures than her own. To that end she's decided not to return home to Noxaara space, but stay among the humans.
I'll wait it out. I think my CS is overall ready but for that particular detail. In fact if I forgo naming them I could submit it as is 
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I could do security... My other concept is a bit more hazy and was something in the vein of a sort of weapons expert/gunnery sergeant... 