Member
"I work for the betterment of society. The credits are a side effect of my work."
Name:
Aermon Sax
Race:
Salarian
Class:
Engineer
Age:
27
Sex:
Male
Appearance:
Aermon Sax doesn’t have much about him that stands out physically, his skin is a rust-like color common to Salarians the galaxy over, his horns are very close in length, and he stands around the average height of his people. His eyes, however, stand out from others. They’re almost solid black, broken by a dodger blue iris around the pupil. He has the standard two nostrils and the mouth that rests in a light frown. He has several burn scars on his arms and chest, and a bite mark from a Varren on his left forearm.
Backstory:
Aermon Sax, full name too long to list, was born on Jaëto in an unusually small clutch of eggs, only a dozen being laid from a mother that died before he and his brothers hatched. As a result, they imprinted on their father, a man largely preoccupied with his work and lacking time to singlehandedly raise twelve kids. They were largely left with extended family while they were being raised, all except Aermon, who showed an interest in his father’s work. As such, the two formed a very close bond throughout his childhood.
The younger Salarian quickly came to surpass his father’s engineering capabilities, and by his 10th birthday, he was contributing to the bleeding edge technology his race was famous for, though he stood out from others in making sure everything he created was reliable. From firearms to shields, he could create anything small scale that benefitted life. As he aged a little further, worked as a machinist briefly, then STG picked him up and made a soldier out of him, turning him from backyard inventor to combat engineer in a few months time.
Several firefights, which mostly involved the removal of a number of crime lords from Salarian space, and a few years later, he left STG upon becoming frustrated with the lack of progress being made against law breakers. He moved to the Citadel, using some of the wealth he had left over from his days of inventing to flat out purchase an upscale apartment and some space to get back into the swing of creating, intending to completely abandon his life of covert operation.
Unfortunately, it came back to bite him quickly. One of the mobsters he had personally imprisoned found him walking the Wards one day and attempted to gun him down, which worked partially. All he remembers of the incident was waking up later in the Huerta Memorial Hospital with bandages covering his entire torso.
Since then, he’s actively avoided going deep into the Wards and has mostly stuck to the Presidium, venturing from his apartment only to purchase food or attend some kind of social gathering. He spends most of his time tinkering, creating whatever comes to mind that could benefit someone and making credits off of his patents for various things. His biggest seller has been a civilian-grade electromagnetic shield that could be worn with most outfits. It only stops a few bullets, but it recharges quickly and has saved numerous lives.
Recently, Aermon has won the drawing to attend the memorial of the Reaper Invasion, and fully intends to go with a handgun in his back pocket.
The younger Salarian quickly came to surpass his father’s engineering capabilities, and by his 10th birthday, he was contributing to the bleeding edge technology his race was famous for, though he stood out from others in making sure everything he created was reliable. From firearms to shields, he could create anything small scale that benefitted life. As he aged a little further, worked as a machinist briefly, then STG picked him up and made a soldier out of him, turning him from backyard inventor to combat engineer in a few months time.
Several firefights, which mostly involved the removal of a number of crime lords from Salarian space, and a few years later, he left STG upon becoming frustrated with the lack of progress being made against law breakers. He moved to the Citadel, using some of the wealth he had left over from his days of inventing to flat out purchase an upscale apartment and some space to get back into the swing of creating, intending to completely abandon his life of covert operation.
Unfortunately, it came back to bite him quickly. One of the mobsters he had personally imprisoned found him walking the Wards one day and attempted to gun him down, which worked partially. All he remembers of the incident was waking up later in the Huerta Memorial Hospital with bandages covering his entire torso.
Since then, he’s actively avoided going deep into the Wards and has mostly stuck to the Presidium, venturing from his apartment only to purchase food or attend some kind of social gathering. He spends most of his time tinkering, creating whatever comes to mind that could benefit someone and making credits off of his patents for various things. His biggest seller has been a civilian-grade electromagnetic shield that could be worn with most outfits. It only stops a few bullets, but it recharges quickly and has saved numerous lives.
Recently, Aermon has won the drawing to attend the memorial of the Reaper Invasion, and fully intends to go with a handgun in his back pocket.
Psyche Profile:
Inventive by nature, Aermon is a tinker living the good life thanks to his unyielding contributions to modern technology. There’s hardly a machine made in recent years that hasn’t been influenced by him, though he frankly doesn’t care if people know it or not. Unlike most Salarians, he’s good at stopping his mind and focussing on one thing, allowing for a higher clarity to his thoughts and the rare ability to see everything from a totally neutral perspective. He understands that good cannot exist without evil, and knows the peace won’t last for too much longer. In other words, he thinks the galaxy is long overdue for a tragedy.
He’s a bit of a recluse and has no one besides his brothers that he talks to on a regular basis. He has a tendency to become mildly frustrated when technology refuses to cooperate for an extended period of time, especially software programs. He’s embraced the Geth as a species and is grateful for them proving that Artificial Intelligence is a valid form of intelligence.
He enjoys playing the Devil’s Advocate in arguments, and tends to become smug when he finds glaring flaws in the ideas of others.
He’s a bit of a recluse and has no one besides his brothers that he talks to on a regular basis. He has a tendency to become mildly frustrated when technology refuses to cooperate for an extended period of time, especially software programs. He’s embraced the Geth as a species and is grateful for them proving that Artificial Intelligence is a valid form of intelligence.
He enjoys playing the Devil’s Advocate in arguments, and tends to become smug when he finds glaring flaws in the ideas of others.
Specialty:
Aermon’s specialty lies in the exploitation of technology, using everything he has to its fullest potential and then some. As an inventor, he works best when he has plenty of time to work out a situation, though the Salarian in him allows him to work quickly while under duress. He prefers to take every advantage he can get and plans everything he does ahead of time. He’s among the best when it comes to destroying or repairing equipment.
Skills:
1. Consummate Engineer
2. Salarian STG Training
3. Small Arms Training
4. Machinist Training
5. Technological Mastermind
2. Salarian STG Training
3. Small Arms Training
4. Machinist Training
5. Technological Mastermind
Equipment:
1. M-25 Hornet (SMG)
2. Arc Pistol (Heavy Pistol)
3. Electrical Omni-Blade
4. STG Armor
2. Arc Pistol (Heavy Pistol)
3. Electrical Omni-Blade
4. STG Armor
Powers:
1. Incinerate
2. Cryo Beam
3. Energy Drain
4. Invasion
5. Sabotage
6. Sentry Turret
7. Tech Mastery
2. Cryo Beam
3. Energy Drain
4. Invasion
5. Sabotage
6. Sentry Turret
7. Tech Mastery
Sample Post:
@Andromedai I’m feeling hella lazy so you’ll get your sample post later. You know I can write already.
Notes:
Aermon has very little interest in romance due to his race and his work. He holds a total of 21 patents for various inventions, four of which are civilian-grade shields. Likes tinkering, creating, philosophical discussion, non-alcoholic beverages, and interesting company. Dislikes backwards political views, uncooperative technology, Varren, radicalists, and improperly sized clothing. Humans have a tendency to ask if he likes jazz when first meeting him.
