<Snipped quote by Starlance> Given their entire people are yelling at her come home to breed to save the race, I imagine its a pretty depressing life...
Could be worse, could be an investigative journalist on the Citadel
Full Name - Vael - Previously: Vael'Ginis vas Lestiak Designation - Socket Species - Quarian Age - 31 (b. 2152) Origin - Shellen, Migrant Fleet Classification - Engineer Unique Specialization - Quarian Electrical Mechanist -
P S Y C H E
That itch... By all measures, Vael meant well in his studies. In times of crisis, stagnation and in the death of progress, the unorthodox play their decks. For Vael, this retains itself in the itch - the small scab on his skin that needs to be picked. Technology is the wayward path. And thinkers tend to pursue until disproven. When circuits can make ends meet, even if by theory, that encompassing desire often fails to keep itself at bay, and he yearns to pry apart, and to remanufacture, whatever may prove useful.
The Deep Roots of Shame No matter how else he could justify such thins in his mind, his actions and his circumstances, those aware and willing to exploit the shame that comes with exile from the Migrant Fleet may find both ease and a rabbit hole to fall down. Either he wipes it in the new life, or forever chases bygone time.
The Agitated By all means, the path he walked was never the planned route. His boots are stained with the soil of countless worlds he never wanted to go to, and have muddied the corridors of several ships he should not have known existed. Life's slaloms weigh down on the pressure a Quarian like Vael may have felt. He knows there is a better life, and as such, his social fuse can fall short in stressful overtures. Whether that becomes reliance on others, or solitude, the varieties are often centred on who else he joins on perilous voyages.
E Q U I P M E N T
M-3 Predator There is no needed introduction to the M-3 Predator. Since his exile, it became a lot easier to get his hands on something rather plentiful in maintenance. It's a robust, hard hitting heavy-pistol, but far lighter and moderate than its far more specialised counterparts. Why, he considers it his primary choice of weapon. Vael is one of pistol preference, fancying a lighter build and display of electrical finesse.
M-9 Tempest The Tempest is a particularly high fire-rate submachine gun, evocative of a closely administered fighting style. Though sour at long range engagements, the weapon boasts a respectable volume of fire for a lightweight package. Though the Predator takes Vael's fancy, there is never a time where a handgun may fall short in its dependency.
ARC Grenades Voltage is the companion to the electrician. Where fragmentation grenades are often reliable, most beings carry shields, electronics and have hard-wired systems in their ships. What brute force may do, so might the high voltage zap of an electrical, handheld explosive.
R E C O R D
Vael's Pilgrimage As part of his pilgrimage, Vael had found his adept love for technology beyond the keen interest of youth. Why it was of note was that he was there to witness the first-hand bite of the Geth, where with a four man team, to which himself and only one another survived, he showed capability in technological study and warfare.
Exile from the Migrant Fleet Vael's ventures into Geth technology brought many eyes upon his work. Studying and tearing them apart at the seems, often without official lab support, raised further suspicion, which resulted in a scout vessel - the Olarik - to be lost to an awakened Geth unit. Accusations flung of sabotage, and quietly into the night was he exiled, with the Admirals of the Fleet surely hoping to not only prevent any repeated mistake, but to also shy away any knowledge of the Geth having been amongst the fleet at all - even if it were only one. Nothing like that could ever happen again.
The Merc-Mech Throwdown Often a story for loose lips, this skirmish was as part of Vael's hired contract somewhat early in his nomadic career. Two mercenary groups had turned violently against one another on a Turian colony. Human imports of mechs and other machinery often made it a local proving ground, where fabricated justifications were often put into place for either faction to use their welcomed toys. Small settlements were often their crossfired grounds. Though the story often varies, Vael certainly had a large part in frying a lot of the circuits, as well as locking internal systems down enough to hamper any chance of use.
C O N N E C T I O N S
Jiral A familiar Quarian exile who put him on the fighting path. Her circumstances for exile were often debated, from murder to sabotage, to petty alternatives, but she has remained the first source of reliance for Vael.
Howard Stanrick The old hot-headed survivor of the Geth Encounter during Vael's pilgrimage. Ties were cut very soon after, and the once confident tout of Howard has become a bitter adversary against the Quarian. Not often can he speak of why.
Yifu'Yeemm vas Lestiak A once close childhood friend of Vael. They have kept in contact through the most vague and spread apart catch up calls. Each time, her voice has grown less caring and kind to his position. If there was another life, they'd still be in close contact.
Physical Details ◢
At a rather inoffensive 6'1, Vael stands with a decent bulk to his frame. Clad in a dusty, yet clear, maroon garb, woven into his armour, he does not hold himself as one of the more eccentric of Quarians. Alternatively, he does still hold onto a variable addon of fur wraps and thigh pouches given to him by clandestine allies of old. It provides little protection or acclimatisation, as the suit covers that mostly, yet it remains a good reminder of the days spent in aimless wander.
Personal History ◢
The whir of machinery had wrought a young Quarian with awe. Circuitry and cityscapes of wires and motherboards had been a great source of entertainment in his youth. The once Vael'Ginis nar Kila had been slated for a proud upbringing in electronics, engineering and mechanics, the valuable assets to the operations of the Migrant Fleet. And whilst childhood had granted him access to such an interest, the eventual time of his pilgrimage brought forth an opportunity to truly explore what it meant to investigate the realm of electricity.
Vael'Ginis had first found himself in the hands of Howard Stanrick, the rogue-ish and daring local human who'd made a name for himself among gunrunners, contractors, fixers and shuttle runners in the Hades Nexus. Their initial meeting was under dangerous pretences; the typical kind, bound by a set of mercenaries shooting their way, and the two pairing in order to make it out in a decent piece. Howard was the type of man to drop the help at first opportunity, but through demonstrations of technological feat, and an affinity for getting into the thick of it, the two fell under one wing, and made clear a new path of gift gathering and oddjobs.
It had once crossed Vael'Ginis' mind to leave then and there, but under the promise he'd made to his older and more esteemed childhood friend, Yifu'Yeemm vas Lestiak - of whom had completed her pilgrimage at that point - he was keen on returning with much more than valued skills. And that he did return, but only after he had encountered the Geth for the first time.
To visit the bogeyman of an entire species is always a thrill, and a frightful one at best. Howard, Vael and an assembled team of closely knitted associates formed in their year or two's tribulations encountered them on the edges of Geth Space. A patrol, large and devoid of any emotion, scouting for unknown reasons. Conflict ensued, and whilst the memory was best kept blurred to the Quarian, there was something of a slip up, and obsessive switch that breathed fascination and seflishness into how he had behaved that day. Only two of them made it out, Howard as his partner, but on violent terms did the two separate.
Vael returned to the Migrant Fleet with Geth Weaponry - as a showcase not of his prowess, but his technological willingness to study for the fleet. It was a sceptical and rather unpopular gift, but eventually the light ship Lestiak accepted his place, and he became a valuable field engineer. Yet the next year was troublesome, as he found himself picking apart at the Geth technology stored onto the ship more and more as the days went by. And soon after, the engineer believed that he could solve problems far greater than himself.
Lost had the kindled flame of determination been amongst the Migrant Fleet. All wanted to see the planet none had witnessed, but no one had the means to do so. And in stagnation came ideas. Several Geth skirmishes would eventually gift the Quarian with mechanical bodies, and he soon claimed that within their very constructs lay answers to how they could be bested, as if such had not been tried centuries before. That obsession grew negligent, and in his hubris, he accidentally reactivated a larger geth soldier, resulting in ten dead aboard the Lestiak.
His exile was swift, as it was silent. Panic was to be averted across the fleet. The Quarian was quickly trialled and set aside by the Admiralty Board. There was no place for the dangerously negligent, and the last look of his family and friend's disappointment forever stayed fresh in his memory.
The years afterward were slow. Drifting between places, until of course he came across Jiral, the other exiled Quarian. She took care of him, but at an arms length. He relied on her too much, as did he emotionally attach himself to her sense of leadership. Whilst he grew more talented as an engineer, as well as a combatant in the line of mercenary work, he too soon found himself in a cycle of misdirection and all. An associate of Jiral then informed him of a notice in his name, from one ExoGeni. For all he knew, it was simply a convenient engineer, and that was all the pretence there was to his hiring. He accepted it. What else had he left to do, but rot in lonesome anguish away from the Migrant Fleet?
Combat Analysis ◢
Harness energy, and one shall prevail - Vael's deep-rooted love for electrical engineering proved itself in his specialisation. A fast thinker knows that all weak foes rely heavily on the tech in their hands, not the abilities at their fingertips. Overloading equipment tends to be his favoured trick, and equally so is the use of sabotage. Heavy pistols and submachine guns are of great fancy, and though he used to rarely acknowledge such proficiency, his marriage of technological dismantlement through voltage and jamming has since been his greatest strength, paired kindly with in-the-field intrigue in ship systems and, of course, the Geth.
Reason for Vacating Previous Situation ◢
"Even skilled beggars cannot be choosers."
ExoGeni wasn't a burning beacon of light. It didn't save him, it only provided the next pair of boots for him to tread within. What lays within ExoGeni is unsure, and he knows little of its exploits. It didn't bother him at first. So long as he was absent minded and busy, that was all that mattered. Though he hadn't accounted for the resurging emotions that come with attaching oneself to specialists such as himself.
Full Name - Vael - Previously: Vael'Ginis vas Lestiak Designation - Socket Species - Quarian Age - 31 (b. 2152) Origin - Shellen, Migrant Fleet Classification - Engineer Unique Specialization - Quarian Electrical Mechanist -
P S Y C H E
That itch... By all measures, Vael meant well in his studies. In times of crisis, stagnation and in the death of progress, the unorthodox play their decks. For Vael, this retains itself in the itch - the small scab on his skin that needs to be picked. Technology is the wayward path. And thinkers tend to pursue until disproven. When circuits can make ends meet, even if by theory, that encompassing desire often fails to keep itself at bay, and he yearns to pry apart, and to remanufacture, whatever may prove useful.
The Deep Roots of Shame No matter how else he could justify such thins in his mind, his actions and his circumstances, those aware and willing to exploit the shame that comes with exile from the Migrant Fleet may find both ease and a rabbit hole to fall down. Either he wipes it in the new life, or forever chases bygone time.
The Agitated By all means, the path he walked was never the planned route. His boots are stained with the soil of countless worlds he never wanted to go to, and have muddied the corridors of several ships he should not have known existed. Life's slaloms weigh down on the pressure a Quarian like Vael may have felt. He knows there is a better life, and as such, his social fuse can fall short in stressful overtures. Whether that becomes reliance on others, or solitude, the varieties are often centred on who else he joins on perilous voyages.
E Q U I P M E N T
M-3 Predator There is no needed introduction to the M-3 Predator. Since his exile, it became a lot easier to get his hands on something rather plentiful in maintenance. It's a robust, hard hitting heavy-pistol, but far lighter and moderate than its far more specialised counterparts. Why, he considers it his primary choice of weapon. Vael is one of pistol preference, fancying a lighter build and display of electrical finesse.
M-9 Tempest The Tempest is a particularly high fire-rate submachine gun, evocative of a closely administered fighting style. Though sour at long range engagements, the weapon boasts a respectable volume of fire for a lightweight package. Though the Predator takes Vael's fancy, there is never a time where a handgun may fall short in its dependency.
ARC Grenades Voltage is the companion to the electrician. Where fragmentation grenades are often reliable, most beings carry shields, electronics and have hard-wired systems in their ships. What brute force may do, so might the high voltage zap of an electrical, handheld explosive.
R E C O R D
Vael's Pilgrimage As part of his pilgrimage, Vael had found his adept love for technology beyond the keen interest of youth. Why it was of note was that he was there to witness the first-hand bite of the Geth, where with a four man team, to which himself and only one another survived, he showed capability in technological study and warfare.
Exile from the Migrant Fleet Vael's ventures into Geth technology brought many eyes upon his work. Studying and tearing them apart at the seems, often without official lab support, raised further suspicion, which resulted in a scout vessel - the Olarik - to be lost to an awakened Geth unit. Accusations flung of sabotage, and quietly into the night was he exiled, with the Admirals of the Fleet surely hoping to not only prevent any repeated mistake, but to also shy away any knowledge of the Geth having been amongst the fleet at all - even if it were only one. Nothing like that could ever happen again.
The Merc-Mech Throwdown Often a story for loose lips, this skirmish was as part of Vael's hired contract somewhat early in his nomadic career. Two mercenary groups had turned violently against one another on a Turian colony. Human imports of mechs and other machinery often made it a local proving ground, where fabricated justifications were often put into place for either faction to use their welcomed toys. Small settlements were often their crossfired grounds. Though the story often varies, Vael certainly had a large part in frying a lot of the circuits, as well as locking internal systems down enough to hamper any chance of use.
C O N N E C T I O N S
Jiral A familiar Quarian exile who put him on the fighting path. Her circumstances for exile were often debated, from murder to sabotage, to petty alternatives, but she has remained the first source of reliance for Vael.
Howard Stanrick The old hot-headed survivor of the Geth Encounter during Vael's pilgrimage. Ties were cut very soon after, and the once confident tout of Howard has become a bitter adversary against the Quarian. Not often can he speak of why.
Yifu'Yeemm vas Lestiak A once close childhood friend of Vael. They have kept in contact through the most vague and spread apart catch up calls. Each time, her voice has grown less caring and kind to his position. If there was another life, they'd still be in close contact.
Physical Details ◢
At a rather inoffensive 6'1, Vael stands with a decent bulk to his frame. Clad in a dusty, yet clear, maroon garb, woven into his armour, he does not hold himself as one of the more eccentric of Quarians. Alternatively, he does still hold onto a variable addon of fur wraps and thigh pouches given to him by clandestine allies of old. It provides little protection or acclimatisation, as the suit covers that mostly, yet it remains a good reminder of the days spent in aimless wander.
Personal History ◢
The whir of machinery had wrought a young Quarian with awe. Circuitry and cityscapes of wires and motherboards had been a great source of entertainment in his youth. The once Vael'Ginis nar Kila had been slated for a proud upbringing in electronics, engineering and mechanics, the valuable assets to the operations of the Migrant Fleet. And whilst childhood had granted him access to such an interest, the eventual time of his pilgrimage brought forth an opportunity to truly explore what it meant to investigate the realm of electricity.
Vael'Ginis had first found himself in the hands of Howard Stanrick, the rogue-ish and daring local human who'd made a name for himself among gunrunners, contractors, fixers and shuttle runners in the Hades Nexus. Their initial meeting was under dangerous pretences; the typical kind, bound by a set of mercenaries shooting their way, and the two pairing in order to make it out in a decent piece. Howard was the type of man to drop the help at first opportunity, but through demonstrations of technological feat, and an affinity for getting into the thick of it, the two fell under one wing, and made clear a new path of gift gathering and oddjobs.
It had once crossed Vael'Ginis' mind to leave then and there, but under the promise he'd made to his older and more esteemed childhood friend, Yifu'Yeemm vas Lestiak - of whom had completed her pilgrimage at that point - he was keen on returning with much more than valued skills. And that he did return, but only after he had encountered the Geth for the first time.
To visit the bogeyman of an entire species is always a thrill, and a frightful one at best. Howard, Vael and an assembled team of closely knitted associates formed in their year or two's tribulations encountered them on the edges of Geth Space. A patrol, large and devoid of any emotion, scouting for unknown reasons. Conflict ensued, and whilst the memory was best kept blurred to the Quarian, there was something of a slip up, and obsessive switch that breathed fascination and seflishness into how he had behaved that day. Only two of them made it out, Howard as his partner, but on violent terms did the two separate.
Vael returned to the Migrant Fleet with Geth Weaponry - as a showcase not of his prowess, but his technological willingness to study for the fleet. It was a sceptical and rather unpopular gift, but eventually the light ship Lestiak accepted his place, and he became a valuable field engineer. Yet the next year was troublesome, as he found himself picking apart at the Geth technology stored onto the ship more and more as the days went by. And soon after, the engineer believed that he could solve problems far greater than himself.
Lost had the kindled flame of determination been amongst the Migrant Fleet. All wanted to see the planet none had witnessed, but no one had the means to do so. And in stagnation came ideas. Several Geth skirmishes would eventually gift the Quarian with mechanical bodies, and he soon claimed that within their very constructs lay answers to how they could be bested, as if such had not been tried centuries before. That obsession grew negligent, and in his hubris, he accidentally reactivated a larger geth soldier, resulting in ten dead aboard the Lestiak.
His exile was swift, as it was silent. Panic was to be averted across the fleet. The Quarian was quickly trialled and set aside by the Admiralty Board. There was no place for the dangerously negligent, and the last look of his family and friend's disappointment forever stayed fresh in his memory.
The years afterward were slow. Drifting between places, until of course he came across Jiral, the other exiled Quarian. She took care of him, but at an arms length. He relied on her too much, as did he emotionally attach himself to her sense of leadership. Whilst he grew more talented as an engineer, as well as a combatant in the line of mercenary work, he too soon found himself in a cycle of misdirection and all. An associate of Jiral then informed him of a notice in his name, from one ExoGeni. For all he knew, it was simply a convenient engineer, and that was all the pretence there was to his hiring. He accepted it. What else had he left to do, but rot in lonesome anguish away from the Migrant Fleet?
Combat Analysis ◢
Harness energy, and one shall prevail - Vael's deep-rooted love for electrical engineering proved itself in his specialisation. A fast thinker knows that all weak foes rely heavily on the tech in their hands, not the abilities at their fingertips. Overloading equipment tends to be his favoured trick, and equally so is the use of sabotage. Heavy pistols and submachine guns are of great fancy, and though he used to rarely acknowledge such proficiency, his marriage of technological dismantlement through voltage and jamming has since been his greatest strength, paired kindly with in-the-field intrigue in ship systems and, of course, the Geth.
Reason for Vacating Previous Situation ◢
ExoGeni wasn't a burning beacon of light. It didn't save him, it only provided the next pair of boots for him to tread within. What lays within ExoGeni is unsure, and he knows little of its exploits. It didn't bother him at first. So long as he was absent minded and busy, that was all that mattered. Though he hadn't accounted for the resurging emotions that come with attaching oneself to specialists such as himself.
Banned
