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Mass Effect: Second Vigil

Zenobia Vartius

Lunatic

Good Times, Good Times (Part 1)

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Both teams were quickly learning the downsides to inviting someone like Zenobia to a party like this one. It wasn't that she tended to live up to her nickname, though that was certainly an issue to some people. No, it was more that she tended to get...creative with her song choices when the karaoke mics came out, and with enough booze in her...

"You don't have to beeeee rich

To be maaaaaaah girl!

You don't GAHT TA be cool

To rule maaaaah world!

Ain't no particular shign

'more compatible with!

I just wantshur extra time and your-"

Zenobia ended her bout of screeching karaoke with a powerful spin on her heel that she was too drunk at this point to control, toppling right off the stage and crashing onto a table. Her vision swimming, she looked up and saw a shape that looked vaguely like a green asari and made a smooching sound before giving her finger guns.

"K-iiisss..."

As she felt herself graciously slipping into unconsciousness, she felt someone prodding her, trying to wake her.

"Zen, come on...come on.......come on.........."

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"Come on, get your ass moving. Don't have all day."

Zenobia yelped as the cold metal was shoved against the small of her back, stumbling on her bad leg. The infirmary doctor managed a brief, sympathetic glance before he turned away, leaving Zenobia alone as she hobbled towards the door, bumping against the frame with her bad arm. The drugs weren't working. She could barely breath without feeling a stabbing pain in her chest, she shivered as a trickle of blood inched down her jaw from the deep gouge soaking the patch over her eye. No one said a word of course. This thing was the Cabal's problem now.

The short trip through the barracks turned agonizingly long as the biotic turian limped down the corridors, dead silent save for her ragged gasps and the sharp footsteps of the guard escorting her. Faces peered out from doors before vanishing as she passed them by. Fellow trainees Comrades. One lingered too long, and she recognized it as a friend, one she bonded with after they did well on an exercise together. A friendship he repaid by breaking her ribs. Her weak fingers clenched for a moment before she hung her head and pressed forward, trying not to look up again.

The cold stinging breeze was a small mercy, one quickly lost as she stumbled onto the tall grass, the transport shuttle looming ahead of her. With a start, she recognized it as the same vessel she had to load up just a few scant weeks earlier on disciplinary action. It was an ammunition hauler.

And just like that, it hit her like an avalanche. Just a few days ago, she was a promising young soldier, ready to come into her own, ready to finally prove herself and do great things for her people. For once in her life, she felt proud of herself, confident, maybe even a little happy for the first time since she left for the service.

And now, she was cargo. Property. No more valuable then a mediocre stockpile of heat clips. Tears mixed into the blood trickling down her face, as she bent over in a desperate, pained sob.

And then...a sharp pain. The blow of a rifle against her cheek, sending her reeling.

"Stop crying and get moving!" the guard barked at her as she smacked against a wall, leaning against it for support, her battered arms quivering. Her sobbing abruptly stopped, her heart suddenly beating against her chest like a distant artillery barrage, the pain amplifying her sudden burst of clarity.

"I said...!" he declared, raising his gun again. "Get-"

The shuttle pilot awoke with a start as an unearthly shriek came from outside the shuttle. Hopping up to investigate, he came down the ramp and saw the prisoner he was supposed to be taking straddling the guard and punching him repeatedly in the face, wailing with each brutal hit. Stumbling in shock, he reached for his sidearm and bumped against the side of the ship. Zenobia swung around like a whip, her face splattered with blood as her biotics pushed her to her feet again. With another resounding shriek, she leveled a crude blast of biotic energy that sent the pilot head over heels, giving her time to clamber on board the shuttle and hobble into the pilot's seat, dropping into it with a pained grunt as an alarm started blaring behind her.

"Shut the fuck up!" she snapped at the shrill noise as she struggled to get the ship started up with one bad arm and most of the fingers in her hand broken. "Lucky this isn't a fighter or I'd strafe you fuckers. Least you deserve, you and this whole fucking system." Continuing to mutter, she finally just slammed her fist into the controls, flinging blood across the viewscreen as the ship finally spooled up its engines. "Hell I'll come back with a proton bomb strapped to my ass and blow you fuckers to aaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAH!"

The shuttle had substantially more kick then she thought and it sped off like a lightning bolt, cleaving through a wall and clipping the comm tower alerting the mass relay to the escapee. Thrown back against her chair, she managed to pull up the control stick to avoid slamming into a nearby mountain and pitched up, up, up until the inky blackness of space overtook the dour blue sky. Flicking on the autopilot to take her to the relay, she leaned back in her chair, her heart still pounding ferociously in her chest. She caught a glance of her reflection in the window, looking like she had a disagreement with a meat grinder, the patch now soaked through and oozing onto her uniform. She tilted her head and scowled.

"Outstanding move," she murmured. "Made a bad situation worse. Dumbass."

Her reflection seemed to grin back. "You weren't going to go back home anyway. You know what happens to Cabal recruits."

Zenobia scoffed. "Yeah, and I know what happens to idiots who cold clock two people and bail with a stolen shuttle."

"Yeah, they get to live."

Turning to glare at her reflection, she spat out blood on the console. "And that's just going SO FUCKING WELL, isn't it?" Her breathing haggard and rough, Zenobia sat there for a good minute before she relaxed and slumped in the seat. "I didn't want this..."

"Don't kid yourself. You know why you spent your whole life hiding. You know what the Hierarchy does to people like you."

Snarling, Zenobia started to tear off the collar in chunks with her unbroken hand. "Didn't need to happen like this," she remarked coolly.

"But this is more fun."

Zenobia glared in shock at her reflection. Fun?! It was the most traumatic experience of her life! She'd never see her home again, forever branded an outlaw! She'd have to be some sort of lunatic to find this fun...

"Relay to shuttle, please state your destination."

The irritated voice of the mass relay station attendant shook her out of her head, and she grabbed for the controls. "Uhhh....Omega Relay?"

"Right, stand by."

Zenobia glanced down at her hands as the shuttle approached the relay, slowly dripping blood onto the console. And she couldn't help but smile, just a little bit...

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

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Despite the request made by the announcer and her wormy companion, not all was well in the pre-game festivities. While most of the nomads were behaving themselves, it was difficult for a band of powerful individuals famous for fighting each other to not make enemies.

"You dare mock the gods so?!?" spat a girl in Greco-Roman armor. "Were this not a place of merriment I would slay you on the spot, loathesome rodent."

"Don't let the company stop you sweetheart," snarled a reedy looking anthro bat, getting up in her face. "Why don't you pull that sword out and see what happens?"

"What happens is you will lose your tongue, cretin!"

"Yeah well get ready to lose your eardrums, byzie-bitch!"

"Cur!"

"Twat!"

"...don't mind me, just trying to get to the carimañolas."

The two angry nomads were shoved back a little as a shorter figure deliberately squeezed between them to get to the table. The two seemed apoplectic until the unwanted intruder turned around.

"Gah, thought I'd never get out of that script reading..." the lanky fellow complained, brushing their wild red hair back and popping the appetizer into their mouth. "Mmm, that's good. Had to skip breakfast to make it in time."

The three of them stared at one another for a moment before the two arguing nomads suddenly started to bounce excitedly on their heels.

"Oh m-my gosh!" the greco-roman girl squealed.

"You're...you're...THEM!" the bat boy revealed excitedly.

Showing off a sharp-toothed grin, Skyler Belsky lowered their sunglasses, ran one finger across the edge, and snapped the same hand, producing an electrical spark. "Radiant Lancer, ready to roll."

The two fighters delighted jumping and squeeing at seeing Skyler perform their character's signature catchphrase drew quite a few eyes, and Skyler, having just done their good deed for the day, indulged a bit in the limelight. Admittedly the nomads were far less interested in them then their usual audience, but Skyler still managed to get a couple dozen selfies and signatures out, and was in fact in the process of signing one competitors head when their phone started chirping. Finishing off their fan session by vaulting over a table to get to the lounge area, snagging another carimañola on the way, Skyler flipped the phone out of their pocket with one equally dexterous move.

"Skyler here, what's shaking out?"

"My patience, Belsky."

"Sarki!" Skyler's eyes lit up as they righted themselves. "How's the great horned one doing today? Did we hear back from Feige yet?"

"Forget Feige, what the hell are you doing in Brazil?"

"Eating." Skyler took a bite from the carimañola. "How bout you?"

"You know what I mean! That damned tournament!" the she-demon yelled through the phone so violently it made Skyler wince. "SHINING is going to pitch a fit about this. You know they're debuting a new Justice Rider right?"

"Relax, I totally cleared it already. Besides, it's just what the new girl needs, a nice big popularity boost by going up against the favorite, right? It's not like I'm gonna curb stomp her right out the gate."

"Ugh...just don't do anything rash out there, okay? SHINING is going to have both our asses over a spit if you muck this up for them."

"Don't worry, it's just going to be a little publicity tour, then we can get back to arranging that movie deal. Besides, it's all just for show."

"I'll hold you to that."

"That's why you're my agent," Skyler recounted with a grin as they hung up. Nice girl. Honestly Skyler had no idea why she tolerated them so much, but whatevs. There was a tournament to fight, and on top of that one hell of a prize to win. Funny, Skyler didn't really consider that prize until now, but if everything they heard about it was true...well, it'd be one hell of a twist for ol' Radiant Lancer if they got their hands on that! Would make a hell of a movie deal to be sure, Skyler considered as they roamed around waiting to be noticed again.

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Skyler Belsky

Skyler Belsky

"Ladies and germs, the star has arrived!"

"Oh, you want an autograph? Who am I to say no to a fan?" _____________________________________________________ NAME: Skyler Belsky _______________________________________________ EPITHET: Radiant Lancer, the Monkey Prince _______________________________________________ AGE: 27 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: They/Them _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 5 ft 4 in _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 140 lbs _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Chinese/Russian _______________________________________________ LIKES: Noodles, pizza, kung fu movies, stuntwork, traveling, Justice Riders, trouble, his adoring public _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Bananas, studio heads, paperwork, people who bitch about pronouns, zombies

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OVERVIEW

"Yeah. You love me."
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APPEARANCE

"Here ya go, to my very best fan. You'll want that photo framed of course!"
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Roguishly handsome and effortlessly stylish, Skyler is eye-catching whenever they walk into a room, and that's just the way they like it. While admittedly on the short side, they're still quite athletic and fit, with perfectly messy short red hair, nicely framing their pretty face and complimenting their tanned skin tone. While they have an eclectic wardrobe, Skyler usually sticks to a comfy if expensive jacket to dramatically throw aside before a big fight scene.

As any dedicated fansite will tell you of course, Skyler also has mild shapeshifting abilities to change their appearance, most notably into a simian form where the red hair becomes fur and Skyler resembles an anthropomorphic monkey as part of his most famous acting role to date, that of the Justice Rider's roguish anti-hero ally RADIANT LANCER!

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing. No need to rub it in."
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Skyler is famous largely for two traits, their freewheeling chaotic energy getting them into trouble, and their charming smile getting them right back out of it again. Effortlessly charming, able to roll with punches better then anyone, and an undisputed master of working the crowd, Skyler adores being the center of attention, playing to their adoring fans and needling their enemies with witty one liners and barbs. While prone to vanity and having an overinflated ego from time to time, beneath the veneer of showman and celebrity, Skyler still has a strong moral code and will do the right thing when it's required of them, even if they never comes across as serious about it.

BACKSTORY

"Of course it's going to be a great story. I'm in it!"
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Born to to a Russian epidemiologist and a Chinese stuntman, Skyler was quite literally a nomad as they were raised on the road alongside their globetrotting parents, studying martial arts at a young age and eventually following their father into the stunt business, where they got their first break as an actor a few years in when they were cast as a loveable side character in the TV Show AC Emergency. The role made a big enough splash that they were contacted by SHINING when the show was over, and Skyler soon debuted on Justice Riders as the loveable rogue and on-again-off-again ally of the Riders, RADIANT LANCER, though in some countries they are named the Monkey Prince, given the character's strong resemblance to the mythical figure Sun Wukong. But of course you can read all about that on Skyler's IMDb page.

What you can't find on there is just how serendipitous it is that Skyler played that character.

Skyler has always been a little coy about exactly where they learned their martial arts skills, but their jokes about "learning from an ancient mystic deep in a Chinese mountain" are not entirely wrong. During one of their parents trips to Shenzen, when they were barely even ten years old, Skyler wandered away from the safety of their hotel into the seedier part of town when they were saved from a street gang by a plucky and charming stranger. Admiring their bravery and attempts to use trickery to beat the gang before he showed up, the stranger offered to train Skyler in his own unique style of combat and as Skyler continued to travel around the world with their parents, the stranger always seemed to bump into him to give him further lessons, often masquerading as pranks or menial tasks.

By the time Skyler started to get into acting, their training was complete and their master proudly gave them a medallion to signify their mastery of his technique, telling Skyler "guess you're royalty now, eh?" The young Skyler didn't think anything of it until their parents found the medallion lying out, and their father commented it looked similar to a prized possession of Sun Wukong, the Monkey King. Skyler hasn't seen their master since that day, though they still sometimes think they hear his howling, monkey-like laughter on the wind.

If it really was the Handsome Monkey King that trained Skyler, he'd certainly be proud of how far his student has come, being one of the most famous members of SHINING and, as a result, cleared to head to the tournament in Brazil to compete and prove that their talents go well beyond the silver screen!

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"No CGI, no stunt doubles, no wirework. I'm the real deal."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Come on, I'm barely breaking a sweat here!"
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Skyler is a relatively well-rounded fighter, specializing in agile brawling with a mix of Muay Thai and Monkey Kung Fu (of course) adding in ki abilities focusing on movement, misdirection, and electrical-based attacks, a personal favorite they incorporated into their character in Justice Riders. An expert improvisor who's not above fighting a little dirty from time to time, Skyler is great at playing to an opponent's weakness and coming up with a battle plan on the fly to take down opponents, all while looking damn good doing it. Their cockiness and bravado is definitely something an enemy can exploit though, and while Skyler's good at spinning such setbacks, it doesn't make that final blow sting any less.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Keep the camera rolling, you're gonna love this!"
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■ [In A Flash]

[Skyler appears to freeze in place, only to vanish and reappear a short distance away after a few seconds, or if they are attacked. Quick and easy to perform, but cannot pass through solid objects, and Skyler can't follow up with an attack if their hands aren't free for the trip.]

■ [Spark of Creativity]

[Skyler throws an electrical charge that acts as a concussive projectile, throwing it directly in an arc or bouncing it along the ground. Can also be charged for a more powerful but slower projectile.]

■ [Power Charge]

[Skyler charges themselves up with energy and launches an electric-powered rush attack, usually a flying kick or a power slide.]

■ [Back Off The Goods]

[A defensive ability where Skyler holds onto an electrical shock that damages and stuns enemies that touch them. They cannot move or attack when holding the ability.]

■ [Amp Up]

[Skyler launches an electrical blast that travels along the ground and pops up enemies that it hits. More powerful when fired into conductive surfaces.]

■ [Monkey Business]

[A grappling move where Skyler bear-hugs an opponent and somersaults them into the air before slamming them down on the ground and landing gracefully nearby. Can be done out of a Relocate.]

■ [Pose for the Fans]

[Alternate version of the grapple move where instead of somersaulting, Skyler poses with their opponent for the cameras before throwing them away. Less damaging but the inexplicably camera flashes can be disorienting.]

■ [Be Sure To Get My Good Side]

[Skyler does something flashy for the audience. Does no damage but you'll get cancelled on twitter if you hit them.]

SUPER MOVES

"Oh damn, you forgot about the third act twist, didn't you?"
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■ [Shock Cyclone]

[Skyler charges up ki energy and opens by popping their opponent in the air if they aren't already airborne, before spinning them around and drop kicking them back to earth, launching a barrage of powerful sparks before landing with an electrical charged stomp and a triumphant pose.]

■ [Break the Internet]

[Skyler dashes forward with a barrage of electrical powered punches, then charges up a massive spark and plants it on his opponent's chest, quickly dashing away and pulling out their cell phone to take a quick selfie with the massive detonation.]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Not the face!"
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Skyler may be adaptable and unpredictable as a fighter, but they tend to focus more on showboating and looking good in front of an audience then knuckling down and actually winning the fight. Their incessant taunting and showmanship could leave them vulnerable to an attack, and sometimes Skyler will even forgo an easy win if it makes for a more exciting or fantastic looking bout. Nonconductive materials also tend to make their electrical powered ki attacks less effective.

OTHER

"Whoa, this post doing numbers..."
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Skyler has a seemingly infinite amount of fancy jackets and $500 sunglasses to toss aside in fights.

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart

Skyler Belsky

Skyler Belsky

"Ladies and germs, the star has arrived!"

"Oh, you want an autograph? Who am I to say no to a fan?" _____________________________________________________ NAME: Skyler Belsky _______________________________________________ EPITHET: Radiant Lancer, the Monkey Prince _______________________________________________ AGE: 27 _______________________________________________ PRONOUNS: They/Them _______________________________________________ HEIGHT: 5 ft 4 in _______________________________________________ WEIGHT: 140 lbs _______________________________________________ NATIONALITY: Chinese/Russian _______________________________________________ LIKES: Noodles, pizza, kung fu movies, stuntwork, traveling, Justice Riders, trouble, his adoring public _______________________________________________ DISLIKES: Bananas, studio heads, paperwork, people who bitch about pronouns, zombies

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OVERVIEW

"Yeah. You love me."
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APPEARANCE

"Here ya go, to my very best fan. You'll want that photo framed of course!"
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Roguishly handsome and effortlessly stylish, Skyler is eye-catching whenever they walk into a room, and that's just the way they like it. While admittedly on the short side, they're still quite athletic and fit, with perfectly messy short red hair, nicely framing their pretty face and complimenting their tanned skin tone. While they have an eclectic wardrobe, Skyler usually sticks to a comfy if expensive jacket to dramatically throw aside before a big fight scene.

As any dedicated fansite will tell you of course, Skyler also has mild shapeshifting abilities to change their appearance, most notably into a simian form where the red hair becomes fur and Skyler resembles an anthropomorphic monkey as part of his most famous acting role to date, that of the Justice Rider's roguish anti-hero ally RADIANT LANCER!

PERSONALITY TRAITS

"Yeah, I'm pretty amazing. No need to rub it in."
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Skyler is famous largely for two traits, their freewheeling chaotic energy getting them into trouble, and their charming smile getting them right back out of it again. Effortlessly charming, able to roll with punches better then anyone, and an undisputed master of working the crowd, Skyler adores being the center of attention, playing to their adoring fans and needling their enemies with witty one liners and barbs. While prone to vanity and having an overinflated ego from time to time, beneath the veneer of showman and celebrity, Skyler still has a strong moral code and will do the right thing when it's required of them, even if they never comes across as serious about it.

BACKSTORY

"Of course it's going to be a great story. I'm in it!"
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Born to to a Russian epidemiologist and a Chinese stuntman, Skyler was quite literally a nomad as they were raised on the road alongside their globetrotting parents, studying martial arts at a young age and eventually following their father into the stunt business, where they got their first break as an actor a few years in when they were cast as a loveable side character in the TV Show AC Emergency. The role made a big enough splash that they were contacted by SHINING when the show was over, and Skyler soon debuted on Justice Riders as the loveable rogue and on-again-off-again ally of the Riders, RADIANT LANCER, though in some countries they are named the Monkey Prince, given the character's strong resemblance to the mythical figure Sun Wukong. But of course you can read all about that on Skyler's IMDb page.

What you can't find on there is just how serendipitous it is that Skyler played that character.

Skyler has always been a little coy about exactly where they learned their martial arts skills, but their jokes about "learning from an ancient mystic deep in a Chinese mountain" are not entirely wrong. During one of their parents trips to Shenzen, when they were barely even ten years old, Skyler wandered away from the safety of their hotel into the seedier part of town when they were saved from a street gang by a plucky and charming stranger. Admiring their bravery and attempts to use trickery to beat the gang before he showed up, the stranger offered to train Skyler in his own unique style of combat and as Skyler continued to travel around the world with their parents, the stranger always seemed to bump into him to give him further lessons, often masquerading as pranks or menial tasks.

By the time Skyler started to get into acting, their training was complete and their master proudly gave them a medallion to signify their mastery of his technique, telling Skyler "guess you're royalty now, eh?" The young Skyler didn't think anything of it until their parents found the medallion lying out, and their father commented it looked similar to a prized possession of Sun Wukong, the Monkey King. Skyler hasn't seen their master since that day, though they still sometimes think they hear his howling, monkey-like laughter on the wind.

If it really was the Handsome Monkey King that trained Skyler, he'd certainly be proud of how far his student has come, being one of the most famous members of SHINING and, as a result, cleared to head to the tournament in Brazil to compete and prove that their talents go well beyond the silver screen!

FIGHTING STYLE & ABILIES

"No CGI, no stunt doubles, no wirework. I'm the real deal."
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SKILLS & ABILITIES

"Come on, I'm barely breaking a sweat here!"
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Skyler is a relatively well-rounded fighter, specializing in agile brawling with a mix of Muay Thai and Monkey Kung Fu (of course) adding in ki abilities focusing on movement, misdirection, and electrical-based attacks, a personal favorite they incorporated into their character in Justice Riders. An expert improvisor who's not above fighting a little dirty from time to time, Skyler is great at playing to an opponent's weakness and coming up with a battle plan on the fly to take down opponents, all while looking damn good doing it. Their cockiness and bravado is definitely something an enemy can exploit though, and while Skyler's good at spinning such setbacks, it doesn't make that final blow sting any less.

SIGNATURE MOVES

"Keep the camera rolling, you're gonna love this!"
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■ [In A Flash]

[Skyler appears to freeze in place, only to vanish and reappear a short distance away after a few seconds, or if they are attacked. Quick and easy to perform, but cannot pass through solid objects, and Skyler can't follow up with an attack if their hands aren't free for the trip.]

■ [Spark of Creativity]

[Skyler throws an electrical charge that acts as a concussive projectile, throwing it directly in an arc or bouncing it along the ground. Can also be charged for a more powerful but slower projectile.]

■ [Power Charge]

[Skyler charges themselves up with energy and launches an electric-powered rush attack, usually a flying kick or a power slide.]

■ [Back Off The Goods]

[A defensive ability where Skyler holds onto an electrical shock that damages and stuns enemies that touch them. They cannot move or attack when holding the ability.]

■ [Amp Up]

[Skyler launches an electrical blast that travels along the ground and pops up enemies that it hits. More powerful when fired into conductive surfaces.]

■ [Monkey Business]

[A grappling move where Skyler bear-hugs an opponent and somersaults them into the air before slamming them down on the ground and landing gracefully nearby. Can be done out of a Relocate.]

■ [Pose for the Fans]

[Alternate version of the grapple move where instead of somersaulting, Skyler poses with their opponent for the cameras before throwing them away. Less damaging but the inexplicably camera flashes can be disorienting.]

■ [Be Sure To Get My Good Side]

[Skyler does something flashy for the audience. Does no damage but you'll get cancelled on twitter if you hit them.]

SUPER MOVES

"Oh damn, you forgot about the third act twist, didn't you?"
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■ [Shock Cyclone]

[Skyler charges up ki energy and opens by popping their opponent in the air if they aren't already airborne, before spinning them around and drop kicking them back to earth, launching a barrage of powerful sparks before landing with an electrical charged stomp and a triumphant pose.]

■ [Break the Internet]

[Skyler dashes forward with a barrage of electrical powered punches, then charges up a massive spark and plants it on his opponent's chest, quickly dashing away and pulling out their cell phone to take a quick selfie with the massive detonation.]

WEAKNESSES & LIMITS

"Not the face!"
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Skyler may be adaptable and unpredictable as a fighter, but they tend to focus more on showboating and looking good in front of an audience then knuckling down and actually winning the fight. Their incessant taunting and showmanship could leave them vulnerable to an attack, and sometimes Skyler will even forgo an easy win if it makes for a more exciting or fantastic looking bout. Nonconductive materials also tend to make their electrical powered ki attacks less effective.

OTHER

"Whoa, this post doing numbers..."
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Skyler has a seemingly infinite amount of fancy jackets and $500 sunglasses to toss aside in fights.

Nomadic Odyssey: Find Your Heart (Fighting Game/Anime Inspired Journey!)

Interest >:3

Mass Effect: Harpocrates

"Yes, yes, that's the ticket, that's the in..."

Avicia Sancrius' heels clacked on the metal floor as she turned and paced the other direction, arms crossed over her chest.

"Overload and overflow, the door comes crashing in. A stream of data to clog the system and cause an informational cascade. Bypass any simple cyberspace lock mechanism. It's so elementary..."

She turned again, facing down a squadron of enemy soldiers in black armor, aiming their rifles at her.

"Practical application then, let's see. Standard to high-end, corporate issue highly likely. Reliable, but most certainly with cut corners. Electronic triggers especially vulnerable. Overload and bypass, and what can we do?"

She snapped her fingers, and seven clicks were heard. The mercenaries looked down to see the grenades strapped to their belts had activated. The collective fireball created a gleam on the turian's goggles as she grinned excitedly.

"Definite defensive applications as well," she continued, raising her arm and effortlessly catching the grenade launched in her face. "No no no, I can do better." She tossed it aside, and caught a rocket with even less effort. "Perfect, rocket propelled ammunition, notoriously vulnerable to override with the proper parameters. Or better yet..."

She craned her neck to see the turian battleship overhead, loaded down with the same type of warheads. She rubbed her hands together excitedly. "Definite need for current military codes, but past that, it's only a matter of a few quick commands before-"

There was a sound like thunder as flames emerged from within the structure and it began listing. She bounced on her heels, waiting to imagine what the vessel would look like erupting into plasmic flame when-

"Helm to Barracks. We’re in the shadow of Faringor.”

Avicia jerked out of her daydreaming with a start, smacking her forehead into the low ceiling of her bunk, Kemerskai stirring from his resting place around her neck and sniffing the air curiously.

"Ugh, these things are like coffins," Avicia groaned, rubbing her head as she lifted the space ferret out of her collar with the other hand, sticking the furry little critter on the bedding next to his brother. It was practically cliche to complain about living quarters in her profession, but in fairness these accommodations were rather pathetic. No doubt because the humans in charge were banking on their hired hands being too desperate to say no to this job, she concluded.

The throbbing in her head subsiding, she dug through her chaotic mess of a living space and pulled out all the equipment she'd need, and a few extras for good measure, and started off down the hallway still checking over her launcher, until reaching the room and finding a comfortable table to sit on rather then a chair, still fiddling with the firing mechanism on her weapon. She unloaded it from her last job, right? Eh, probably.

”Why can’t they ever send us somewhere nice, like Oma Ker, or Arvuna?” the other turian in the room sighed, prompting her attention.

"They save those for the security technicians who make much more money then we do, naturally," Avicia replied as though this were obvious. "Also, what's wrong with the lights in here, why's everything so gree...oh!" Avicia lowered her goggles from her eyes to leave them hanging around her neck, grinning proudly. "Another crisis solved!"

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

Zenobia Vartius

Solveig Wistrom

"Roll for Initiative"

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Havana Spaceport

“I could have gotten the shuttle myself,” Solveig said - tone dry as ever, a small sigh punctuated.

“Probably but I’m pretty sure I’d get yelled at if I spent the mission sleeping in the smoking lounge. Besides, could be fun!” Zenobia responded, not missing a beat with energy and enthusiasm. They would need both of those things.

Solveig sighed again, she’d at least rinsed off in the shower before leaving, it did feel better to wash the last couple of days off, that was for sure. Not one to miss a detail, she spied the shadows under the door of the Spaceport and her brow quirked; “Don’t think that’s what we were expecting, no?” she said, drawing into herself with a slow, purposeful breath as she readied herself. “Tell me what you’re good at,” she said again - the intention to learn about Zenobia’s skills - the execution… simply rude.

The turian cracked her knuckles, sparks of biotic energy flying from between her fingers. “Breach tactics, frontal assault, shock and awe. Pick your poison, so long as I can get my hands dirty.” If the Turian was cautious after spotting those shadows, she didn’t show it. If anything, she seemed eager to jump in and take them on, damn the consequences. She made a finger gun and tracked it at the door. “I say we make this easy; I go in swinging, you go nuts while they’re all running scared. Pop pop pop.”

Truthfully, that was exactly what Sol wanted. She knew battle, and she felt something rising - a feeling, anger, emotions - swirling. She felt the familiar sting of her arm. As if Zen’s energy caught her and brought her to life. “Pop?” Sol raised her brow again, but began stepping back as if to clear the way for the Turian, natural as anything. “Pop.” she affirmed, motioning to the door, and then her tactical cloak was down - she was a ghost.

Zenobia was not.

Taking no care to make herself hidden or subtle, she strode right up to the door, flexed her neck for a moment, then kicked the lock mechanism to blow open the door in style.

“Housekeeping!”

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

Zenobia Vartius

Lunatic

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The relative tranquility of the Meliá Resort was very quickly disrupted by the shrill roar of an antique engine. Punctuated by the blaring of the horn, the other vehicles on and above the street quickly pulled to the side as a large green sportscar barreled down the road towards the the resort, the tires squealing as it suddenly turned sharply and spun to a stop alongside the curb.

"See? Told you I could get here in time!" Zenobia Vartius declared triumphantly. "Thanks for the lift!"

The Turian patted the side of the incredibly pale man's cheek as she leapt out of the car over his lap, stretching out to her full impressive height before fishing her carry-on bag out of the backseat, slightly deformed from about a dozen impulse buys from the marketplace. Craning her neck to get a better look, the turian took a moment to appreciate the resort, somehow undamaged from the vicious attack by the Reapers. It was still a little insane to her that anyone would let someone like her within a mile of a place like this, but damn it if she wasn't going to take advantage of it. Did they have a pool? She really, really hoped they had a pool here.

Striding into the lobby, Zenobia very quickly made a scene by vaulting over one of the sofas in the waiting room as she went up to the front desk, where a young drell woman was busy filling out a few forms off to the side. Naturally, the turian's eyes drifted in her direction before the woman behind the counter cleared her throat.

“Welcome to the Meliá Resort, señora," the human with her hair in the tight bun said, just barely hiding her annoyance. "Do you have a reservation?"

"Zenobia Vartius," she declared proudly, turning around to rest her back on the counter. "War hero, special agent in the SRN. Kind of a big deal."

"I...see..." the clerk said, eyes widening slightly with surprise as the name came up. "Well uh, here it is. It says you've been assigned to a room belong to a previous SRN agent."

"Such a shame it wasn't yours," Zenobia smirked at the drell woman, who averted her eyes and hid a slight smile.

"I'll have someone show you to your room," the clerk announced. "Just please don't disturb the guests."

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A few minutes after the message went out to rendevous in the cigar lounge, something large splashed into the resort's pool, startling the two asari sunbathing there. The two of them glared angrily as Zenobia swam up to the edge and hoisted herself out, looking positively elated.

"What in the world are you doing?!?" one of them demanded indignantly.

Zenobia paused, glancing back at the pool. "I think it's kind of obvious, isn't it?"

"Hooligan!" the other asari huffed as the two stomped away angrily.

"Don't act like you've never thought of doing that!" Zenobia shouted after them, grabbing a towl from a stunned member of the staff and toweling herself off before heading inside and making her way to the lounge, of course already heavy with the smell of smoke. The scent made her nose twitch, and of course she took the yellow cigar that was offered to her as the SRN associate introduced herself, rather timidly at that.

"Zenobia Vartius," she introduced herself proudly, giving a friendly albeit aggressive handshake. Introduced to the others in turn, she sat down backwards in her chair as the details were given and the meeting commenced. With the friendly but professional atmosphere, it was almost kind of comforting. If she closed her eyes, she could have pretended they were all in yellow armor again, and Edarisa was lecturing her about not blowing up every door they came across. God, she missed Eda...

Still, as fun as daydreaming would be, there was work to do. The party sounded really damn fun, but it seemed like the shuttle or the signal would have been more in her wheelhouse, both of which sounded like more of a priority, at least for her teammates.

“I’ll get the shuttle."

The abruptness of the grumpy human's statement and departure was enough to cause a stir, the green asari even making a comment about her rudeness. Knocking the ashes off her cigar, she turned to the others.

"I can go and help Chuckles back there secure the shuttle," Zenobia offered. "She looks like an infiltrator, I can work well with them."

Noble Arms - The ASEAN War

More men in uniform were a welcome sight. Especially in those pilot uniforms. Angry people seldom think logically, and a part of Marlena worried that an angry mob would have been less likely to listen to a band of multinational soldiers like hers. Going by their specific garb they looked like pilots, in fact.

"Vietnam's People Air Force," one of the men stated, confirming her theory as he looked over her, eyes lingering on the wound in her side. "Are you alright, ma'am? We can take you to our airbase."

Her men chuckled slightly as Marlena smiled in appreciation. <"It's not necessary, but thank you."> she signed at the two men, making sure one of her number was watching.

"It's not necessary, but thank you," one of the soldiers translated. "She heals quick anyway."

"Ja, she is one of the, ah, der Edelwaffen?" The soldier snapped his fingers as he tried to think of the word.

"Noble Arm."

"Ja, Noble Arm!" the German soldier said proudly. To demonstrate, Marlena held her arms out and drew on her powers a bit, causing a slight rain despite the clear skies overhead. Afterwards, she signed again before giving a proud salute.

"Sgt. Marlena Dorn, Wachturm," the German soldier translated for the two pilots.

"We're Laeleps right now, special assignment," a man in the back corrected.

@Conscripts

Mass Effect: Second Vigil

Zenobia Vartius

Zenobia Vartius

Lunatic

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D O S S I E R Species Turian Homeworld Xerceo Age 29 Height/Weight 6'3''/240 Class Adept Affiliation Eclipse L O A D O U T - M-3 Predator + High Caliber Barrel - M-4 Shuriken - Biotic Amplifier - Custom Light Armor I N V E N T O R Y - Credits: 800 - Medi-Gel Pack (x2) - Switchblade P O W E R S - Throw - Backlash - Lance - Shockwave - Singularity

A P P E A R A N C E Zenobia is noticeably tall and muscular for a female of her species, with dark gray skin, bright blue eyes, and her face heavily decorated with a white facial tattoo, save for a prominent moon-shaped scar under her left eye. In combat situations she normally wears deep green light armor, somewhat patched over with a prominent white moon on her left shoulder, the outfit coming with a matching short cloak and a bandolier for her equipment, and she usually wears crop tops and trousers in her casual wear. Her body language tends to be rather domineering, and she's not afraid to loom over someone or put her feet up on a superior's desk to make a point. B A C K G R O U N D Hailing from one of the moons of Xerceo, Zenobia was born with the rare gift of biotic abilities, thanks to an incident of friendly fire causing an element zero leak on the ship her mother was captaining. Knowing the stigma that her abilities would have given her in turian society, her father used his position in the bureaucracy to cover up the mandatory surgery to implant her control chip in the hopes that she'd be able to live a full and productive life without being shuffled into one of the Cabals. It was done with the best of intentions, but being forced into secrecy and constantly told her gifts would make her a freak and an outcast made her quiet and withdrawn out of a fear of rejection. With such a strained, complicated relationship, it wasn't exactly a heartbreaking moment for her when she left home to begin her work in the national service. And yet disaster struck only a year into basic training. During a live fire exercise, a sudden explosion caught Zenobia off guard and she instinctively threw up a crude biotic barrier to protect herself. Mistaking the move for an attack, and remembering the reputation of biotics as treacherous spies and infiltrators, the other recruits panicked and attacked her, nearly beating her to death before she was arrested by the CO. The recruits were given a stern warning and Zenobia was arranged for immediate transfer to a Cabal unit once she was recovered enough to shamble to port. Stewing in her hospital bed, all the resentments and anger she kept hidden up to that point at last began to boil over, until the guard escorting her to a transport ship struck her with the end of his rifle to get her moving. At long last Zenobia snapped and retaliated with a skull-cracking biotic fist, blasting her way to the transport pad and stealing the ship meant to take her to a Cabal and escaping into the Terminus System. Branded an outlaw and a wanted criminal, Zenobia abandoned the ship at Korlus and became a roaming vagrant, running with gangs and committing petty crimes to try and scrape by. After getting kicked out of her latest gang, she was slumming on Omega and attempting to hold up passersby with a cheap pistol when the asari she inadvertently chose to mug that day was an out-of-uniform Eclipse mercenary named Edarisa. The asari promptly kicked her to the curb and back again, but when Zenobia parried a lethal attack with a crude biotic push, Edaris was suddenly intrigued at the idea of a turian with biotic potential, and offered her the chance to join her team on a job. They'd been hired to steal a Hierarchy transport containing military payrolls, and Edaris had been tasked to find someone who could be a face for the group and help them get close enough to spring an attack. Zenobia, eager for a little revenge, readily agreed. The job was a smashing success, and even with a tiny percentage of the cut Zenobia made a killing for her small part, enough to buy a proper implant to replace her cheap mandatory one, but all that money paled in comparison to the connections she made. Eclipse had been impressed with her performance, and the next time Edaris contacted Zenobia, it was with an offer to try on the yellow armor herself. Within the year, she'd downed a Blood Pack warrior in a biotic duel and earned her place in the organization as a full-fledged mercenary. Zenobia reveled as a hired gun, finding a sincere joy in living outside the structured system of the hierarchy and the freedom her new life offered. She also loved being in a team that not only accepted biotics but encouraged their use, finding her calling as an exceptionally powerful adept who specialized in aggressive tactics, a contrast to her colleague Edarisa who favored a more cautious and tactical approach that paired extremely well with Zenobia's style. Indeed, Zenobia was such an aggressive fighter that she had a tendency to discard her weapons entirely and fight solely with her biotics, even when such a move was poorly thought out. One such incident came when her team was pinned down by an Illium security force and, thinking of no other option, she threw her pistol at the head security guard and knocked her out before diving in with her biotics, bursting into maniacal laughter as desperation and the stress of battle overwhelmed her. The incident, combined with the signature scar on her cheek, earned her the nickname 'Lunatic', one she's worn with pride ever since. Despite all odds though, her skill got results, and within a few years Edarisa was promoted to Captain and brought along Zenobia as her second in command, and the two proved just as capable in leadership as they did on the battlefield. The two barely had time to make their mark as leaders however when those old rumors about who was really behind the mad turian Saren's attack on the Citadel were confirmed in the worst way possible as the Reapers began their invasion of the galaxy. Fleeing in the wake of the assaults in Terminus, Edarisa and Zenobia were soon informed that Eclipse had fallen under the leadership of the queen of Omega Aria T'Loak, and Edarisa's group had been ordered to the Sol system along with the Terminus fleet to assist in the invasion of Earth. As per usual, Edarisa was to stay behind and help coordinate the overall attack and strategy, while Zenobia would take a strike force and join the battle on Earth directly. The two wished one another luck as always, but after Zenobia departed, she wondered if she should have told Edarisa the truth; that she had begun to see her as much more then a friend or even a partner. That didn't matter in the heat of battle, as Zenobia fought with the same manic ferocity against the occupiers, leading her loyal team on a surgical strike deep into Reaper-held territory. She and her team fought til the clips ran out, and then she pushed on until the blood poured from her nose from how hard she pushed her biotics. Their numbers dwindled, their reserves ran dry, and Zenobia told what was left of her team to run and save themselves, as the enemy bore down on her and she prepared to give them everything she had. And then it was over. A great wave swept through the sky, and the Reapers and all their forces fell, wiped out by Shepard's last gambit aboard the Crucible. Watching them all crumble, realizing what had happened, Zenobia laughed. She laughed harder then she ever had in her life, tears pouring down her face, until she collapsed from exhaustion on the battlefield. Victory of course had not come cheap. With the relays destroyed, Zenobia became one of many abandoned in the Sol sector trying to pick up the pieces and survive in what was left. The Eclipse she knew was gone, as was her team, lying dead or wounded on the battlefield. She didn't even know if Edarisa was still alive and escaped alongside the Terminus fleet before the relays were destroyed or not. Zenobia felt lost, more despondent then when she first left home, and briefly considered joining some of the mercenaries acting as pirates beyond the asteroid belt before she was contacted by the Sol Restoration Network, having heard of her formidable resume. Their offer wasn't bad at all. A better use of her skills, an honest paycheck, and no one needed to beat her up in an alley first. She'd have to be crazy not to accept it. M O T I V A T I O N It used to be a lot easier then this. Do a job, get paid, have a good time. It made her happy, and that's all that mattered. But things have changed now. Sure she's still the fun-loving maniac who's in for a good time and loves nothing more then a decent scrap, but without a friend to steer her or a target to vent her anger at, it's hard not to feel rudderless. Fifteen years later and still the same damn problem; she's a misshapen piece that nobody wants and can't fit anywhere. It was tough not to feel like she did long ago when the other recruits left her beaten and bloodied on the training field. Worthless. Used up. Better off gone. Well, fuck that. She'd make the piece fit somehow. She still has something to prove. And if she can have a good time doing it, so much the better. The galaxy's not done with Zenobia Vartius just yet. F L A W S Guileless: Zenobia's way of solving problems is uncomplicated; fix them. She's not one to sweat the small stuff or look at the big picture, and if she thinks something is wrong or unjust she'll immediately jump in to correct it, damn the circumstances. Berzerker: Zenobia's not called lunatic for nothing. While a highly competent fighter, she's always had the tendency to give in to the hysteria of battle, resorting to highly aggressive and strategically unsound tactics going purely by instinct and gut feelings. Off the field, she also has a tendency to be deeply emotional and passionate, being quick to anger and unafraid to voice her feelings. M I S C Yes I wear green. Yes I know I'm Eclipse. I LIKE green. Fuck you.