A few things about me: My name is Fox, I've been doing RP for about 11 years and playing/running TRPGs for going on 6 years. Outside of RP I enjoy drawing, writing, hiking, reading, and equestrian. I enjoy most genres of books, movies, TV shows, etc., so I'm down for pretty much anything! I have an Italian Grayhound named Harley and he is the best dog in the world, and I really love animals in general. I'm looking forward to getting to know some new people!
Now to the RP Stuff Genres: Fantasy -Urban -Dark -High Western -Supernatural themes are always fun Superheroes Sci-fi Modern in some cases Apocalyptic
Fandoms (Does take a good plot to get me to do a fandom RP, but I'm always excited to talk about them!) -Dragon Age -LotR -Critical Role/Adventure Zone/Dimension 20 -Mistborn -Warriors -Elder Scrolls -Zelda -Witcher -Pokémon -Mass Effect -Leviathan Trilogy (Westerfeld) (Will add as I remember things)
An irritating, insistent poking paw kept jabbing into Sora's side. He reached out and swiped in the general direction that the irritant was coming from without removing his head from where it was stuffed completely underneath his tail to block out the light of the sun that was creeping through the partially parted curtains covering the window. The poking stopped for a moment and he let out a sigh; snuggling deeper into the nest that was kept warm by his dark coat. Unfortunately, after only a short time the poking continued, this time at a more rapid pace, and the whining voice of his youngest brother, Cane, assaulted his ears, "Sora! Wake up! I'm hungry and I don't wanna go downstairs by myself."
A low groan pulled itself from his throat and he pulled his tail away from his eyes to glare at Cane who was staring at him with watery brown eyes. "Why don't you go and bother Storm and get him to go with you," he grumbled and looked over towards their middle brother's nest. The gray-brown ball of fur that was Storm seemed completely undisturbed and content to continue sleeping despite the whining that was happening.
Cane pouted and drooped his ears, "Because he's mean to me and I don't wanna go with him."
The long sigh that came from Sora was impressive as he rolled onto his side and then hauled himself to his feet and shook out his fur. The struggles of being the oldest of the three. "Just give me a second and I'll come down with you alright." Cane's eyes lit up as Sora walked over to Storm's nest and hunted for where his brother's ear was flattened against his head in sleep. He stuck his head close and took a deep breath before blowing a stream of air directly into the other Eevee's ear; sending Storm at least ten feet into the air with a yelp.
He jumped backwards out of the way as Storm hit the ground and immediately swiped at him with yellowish eyes narrowed. Cane giggled delightedly behind him as he turned to walk back towards the door, "Breakfast is almost ready and I can hear everyone else already up and moving. If you don't hurry up there won't be anything left." He could hear the grumbling as his brother started shuffling around the room to wake himself up and come downstairs.
Cane followed happily behind him as he stepped out of the now well lit room. He wished he could stay in bed for longer in the deep greens and browns that decorated the room like a growing forest, but he knew he'd never hear the end of it if he didn't go downstairs with Cane. He could smell the different foods being cooked by their dad and he shook off the last of the dredges of sleep as his stomach began to growl instead. He could also hear all four of his sisters already down at the table and quickened his step a little bit so that he could get into his seat before everything got served.
"Morning," he called out to everyone and Cane echoed him shortly after as he plopped into one of the chairs at the table. His tail began to wag slightly as he looked across the bread and everything on the table.
"Good morning," his father returned his greeting and glanced over to just see the two of them, "Where's Storm?" he questioned with a slight frown.
Sora glanced towards the stairs but he didn't see his middle brother on his way down yet, "He's coming. Didn't want to get out of bed this morning as usual." He tried to excuse his brother's behavior but he was getting more and more irritable and rude as time went on. Either way he was looking forward to whatever food was being made by his father and what was going on today. "Aren't the adventurers coming back today?" He directed the question towards his sisters, "Are we gonna go see them?"
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There was a brief flicker of surprise and amusement across Bren's face as he was assaulted with a sudden deluge of chatter from the other student. He had heard him talking at a rapid speed to other people, but he had assumed that maybe they were familiar with each other. Apparently it was just how he talked. It took him a moment to piece together the individual topics that were in the rush of words. "Hard to tell with a Headmaster who has the most universally impassive face in the country what the real intention is. You'd think someone would hear about it if students are dying during the initiation." He did agree that this would probably be the easiest part of the initiation. All they had to do was sit and wait for the assistant to come and get them. There was the possibility that there would be something more to this part, but he could only guess, or wait and see.
He reached out and shook the other boy's, Midori as he very quickly learned, hand before having to focus all his attention on his bespectacled companion. "Bren Adalwolf. Pleasure to meet you as well." He was much more used to either being by himself, or being in more serious company given the the combat school in Atlas, so this was a bit more than he was planning on handling. "Hopefully not, but the Headmaster didn't really seem like one for jokes." If someone did die that would reflect poorly on the school in his opinion. Clearly Midori seemed intent on continuing this conversation on the way to the hotel. He followed after him after a pause and a faint sigh. What had he gotten himself into.
Still he didn't want to be rude so he matched pace with Midori, it'd be useful to get to know other people since he might end up being paired with them for the remainder of his time at Haven. If he was trapped in conversation he'd make the best of it. "So what's your specialty then? You mentioned maintenance so I assume mechanics of some kind?" Maybe if he could find a topic that just set Midori off on a tangent he wouldn't have to do much talking himself.
Kaevius is tall and well built like most military Turians with a stark white carapace that is decorated with the black markings of his family and uniquely gold eyes. He keeps himself well put together whether it be with his armor or when he is relaxing in his more comfortable clothes. He has surprisingly kept himself mostly free of scars due to sheer dumb luck most of the time, and wearing a helmet, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a few that are scattered underneath the armor. He tends to keep to neutral colors that more closely match his complexion than anything bright.
Height 6' 5"
Personality When on duty Kaevius has a strict no nonsense type disposition. He understands the necessity of following orders and playing things careful and safe in order to protect the well being of the team and make sure that the mission goes smoothly as his trainers and COs taught him over the years. There isn’t time for hesitation when lives or the hood of the mission is on the line, so snap judgements need to be made.
However, when he's off the clock he is more than willing to let loose a little bit and have some fun. When not on a mission he likes to keep things light and avoid serious topics of conversation, unless strictly necessary. This doesn't mean he's oblivious or lacks insight-he knows full well how to read a room and when it's time to sober up. A lot of his jovial nature comes from a desire to cover up the stress and anxiety of the aftermath of the Reaper Invasion, and try to do that a bit for others as well. The only time he’s really quiet when off duty is when he holes himself up with his weapons in order to tinker with them.
Being a sniper makes him highly observant and patient, which translates into the time he spends around the crew. He can frequently tell when someone is struggling with something and he will try his best to help, if he can. The stark difference between the two sides of his personality can be somewhat jarring to those who haven’t spent more than one mission on his team, which is something he finds rather amusing. Most everyone expects Titian’s to be no nonsense rules followers all the time and he revels in breaking that mold.
Rank/ Role / Specialty Turian Navy Lieutenant/ Infiltrator/ Weapons Specialist
Equipment M-97 Viper M-3 Predator M-15 Vindicator Disruptor Ammo - With a focus on tech it’s important to have an ammo that can damage shields and synthetics. Adding an electric field to his ammo for additional damage and possible disable will do just that. Frag Grenade - Kaevius doesn’t like to use them often, but when he’s in a bind ripping enemies apart with shrapnel will do. Powers/Skills Incinerate - Fires a plasma projectile that does bonus damage to armor and inflicts ongoing burning damage to unshielded foes. Suffice to say it’d be foolish not to have something that can damage armor as well. Tactical Cloak - Employs light-bending technology to render the user invisible at the cost of shield regeneration. Kaevius mostly uses it to slip undetected into position so he can take a clean sniper shot or hit a weak armor point with incinerate. It’s the most important power in his arsenal. Proximity Mine - Deploys an explosive mine that triggers when an enemy comes within proximity of or crosses a sensor laser. Enemies suffer more damage the closer they are to the mine. When combined with is tactical cloak and a bottleneck ambush this power is incredibly useful. Luring enemies near it with a few well placed shots also works. Biography
Kaevius was born shortly after the beginning of the First Contact War in 2161 to a family of, at the time three, and quickly became the focus of his father's attention. Having an older sister meant that he was the first born son and therefore was meant to follow in his father's footsteps and join the military and become an officer. High Admiral Costus Mercarian is a well known name across Palaven and the Citadel which puts a great deal of pressure on Kaevius for the sake of the family name and his people. His father served in the First Contact War and, supposedly, held the ear of the Turian Councilor, but he never confirmed or denied the statements; preferring to let the people add to his heroic standing.
This didn't mean that Kaevius had a difficult or unloved childhood. Quite the opposite really. His father and mother both doted on him, as much as Turians do, and he found himself at the whims of the universe when it came to what he wanted to spend his free time doing. Much of that time was spent with his best friend Lucus Scrilin in the forests and fields on his family's property playing soldier or whatever else caught their fancy. He remained friends with Lucus all through boot camp and all through his service in the Turian Navy, and then on The Citadel for a brief stint of time until the war.
Being the first son his older sister, Iciana, got somewhat pushed to the wayside in his favor leading the two of them to have a less than friendly relationship for most of his youth up until he left for boot camp. Before he left she got married and moved away, he never expected to see her again and at the time his adolescent brain told him "good riddance" which is something he would come to regret years down the line. On the other head the birth of his younger brother Tiberius brought about a whole new series of fun things to do with the younger Turian and his father greatly encouraged their closeness and interaction as time went on. Even before he went to boot camp the two of them trained with Costus on simple hand to hand and how to shoot the most basic of weapons. At the time it always just felt like another fun game, but he is more than grateful for his father's careful guidance.
Boot camp came with more difficulties than he'd ultimately anticipated. He fun loving and jovial child he had been was quickly squashed by harsh COs and difficult training regimes in order to prepare him for work as a military officer, which meant even longer than just the required year of training. Once he let the COs think they'd worked the sense of self out of him and left behind a structured and obedient soldier his life got quite a lot easier, but that didn't stop himself and Lucus getting into trouble after lights out. Thankfully they never truly got caught or he would've seen the last of officer training. Instead he passed with flying colors and was assigned to a field unit where he spent the first part of his career working on fighting ground troop pockets of mercenaries and slavers all over the nearby systems and even leading a few teams himself. It was exciting and let him get an idea for the kind of work he could do across the galaxy, but he felt like he wanted to broaden his horizons, and what better place to do that than on The Citadel.
A little before Saren's invasion of the Citadel with Sovereign and his geth army Kaevius began work with C-Sec after coming to The Citadel as bright eyed as any young recruit; looking at the arms and vast number of ships that sped in and out of port. It was exactly the kind of place he had always wanted to see and he took no time in learning the ins and outs of every place that criminals might like to hole up. Not to say he didn't spend time enjoying some of the finer things in life that could only come with working a Citadel job, but the COs didn't need to know about that. Working with C-Sec was different than working with the Turian Military and thankfully he was already accustomed to the amount of red tape and bureaucracy that comes with serving in a structured organization. It was a bit of a step down from leading field teams, but what he ultimately wanted was to serve in the Turian Navy and any connection he could get would serve him well.
He kept his nose to the grindstone and worked hard to prove himself an asset to his superior officers and hopefully get recommended to a ship within the Turian Navy so he could explore the stars as he and Lucus had always imagined when they were children. Things were going well until Saren's invasion where he mostly focused on helping people evacuate with the occasional run in with pockets of geth that sent most of his C-Sec team scattering. He took a few good hits from the synthetics, but thankfully none of the civilians he needed to evacuate got killed. The rest of his team was not so lucky. A blown hole in the side of the arm they were serving in sent more than a few out into open space without a suit.
With the destruction of Sovereign by Commander Shepherd, a man that Kaevius had a large amount of respect for, he was able to turn his attention back to the protection of the Citadel. What he couldn't believe was that after the invasion the Council seemed disinclined to believe the Commander when it came to the threat of what Sovereign truly was. A Reaper, according to some of the interviews he saw, but he kept his mouth shut and let the Council say what they wanted. He knew the Commander wouldn't have lied about as big a threat as this, but its not like there was anything he could do about it.
He only heard rumors of the fights with the creatures known as the Collectors and the involvement of the human supremacy organization Cerberus. He was grateful that none of that fight made it to the The Citadel, the last thing they needed was a second invasion just after everything had been mostly fixed. Based on the reports and hushed words that he heard he couldn't help but think that the Commander had a point and that they were up against something far more dangerous than just the geth or Collectors.
With the recommendation of one of his commanding officers at C-Sec Kaevius did get the post he was seeking with the Eighth Assault Fleet that served in Citadel space. He served under Velnus Domidros. A stern "lifer" who'd been serving in the Turian Navy since the moment he was able to. The older Turian must've seen something in Kaevius and took him on as a sort of apprentice. Teaching him leadership, command, and what became a massive hobby for him: weapon modification.
Unfortunately he didn't get to spend much time with the Eighth Fleet as the Reaper Invasion took quick hold of many systems. They got reports of whole planets and even solar systems going dark across the galaxy and it didn't take long for them to understand why. Shepherd had been right all along, and they were going to have to fight.
The Eighth Fleet was quickly called back to Palaven and Kaevius decided to utilize his time working as a field leader on the ground to his advantage. As much as he wanted to stay with the Navy ship he knew where his specialties would be most well utilized and he wasn't about to let his own wants get in the way of what was best for Palaven. He quickly found his father, who had previously been in the Reserves, and joined up with the troops that were under his command. He also found that his mother and brother were able to get off world-Tiberius taking up the responsibility of taking care of her. He also learned of the death of his sister and her whole family. While he had never had the best relationship with her, he never wanted her dead and this lit a fire inside. He would not let anyone else he cared for die in this war.
The fighting on Palaven was brutal and bloody, that was the arena he spent almost the entire war in. They had holed themselves up and it was siege at that point. He went out on the occasional raid with his father in an attempt to thin the herds of husks, marauders, and brutes or just keep communications up and running. One raid went horribly wrong and left the majority of his father's troops too mutilated to move or dead where they lay. An ambush set by marauders in a choke point that was run down by a brute. Efficient and deadly-just like the Turians. He stood by his mental declaration at the beginning of the war and saved his father. They were the only ones to make it back to base, bloody but alive. His father fully lost one of his legs to the tearing strength of the brute, but that didn't stop him from getting back out and giving orders. At that point Kaevius knew he couldn't give in either.
When the Battle of Earth began preparations he once again joined up with the Turian Navy Fleet, though he was upset to learn of the death of his CO. He joined in with the fleet and watched as many other ships were shot down by the Reapers. He could feel his determination flagging the wave of red light shut down all of the Reapers and just like that the war was over. He knew that it would take months to get even the most rudimentary jump ready with how damaged the relays were, but just like everyone else he was happy to know that they weren't all about to die.
After then invasion Kaevius lost a little bit of direction. With the death of his sister, the loss of his father's command, the knowledge that his best friend was declared MIA, and the general reeling that the whole of the galaxy was going through he found it difficult to find the drive to do anything more than watch the world go on around him and the surviving members of every race begin to rebuild.
It took several years before he was actually able to pull himself out of his torper and try to find his way in the world again. He found that direction with the Citadel Security Fleet. The new initiative gave him back that sense of camaraderie that he was lacking. With his assignment to the Intervention and the new crew he hopes to be able to at least somewhat restore that sense of wanderlust and excitement that he had so many years ago.
Affiliations Mother: Allonia Mercarian: Alive Father: Costus Mercarian: Alive but crippled in the Reaper Invasion on Palaven Younger Brother: Tiberius Mercarian: Alive Older Sister: Iciana Mercarian: Dead Best Friend: Lucus Scrilin: Unknown CO: Velnus Domidros: Dead
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The joys of people watching kept Bren entertained until they were all ushered into the great hall to hear from the Headmaster who was not someone he was particularly familiar with coming from Atlas. He could read the mix of anxiety and excitement that was on the faces of most off the students that were standing around him. He was excited, that wasn't something he would deny, but part of being from a well known family meant keeping an impassive expression overall. Eventually he'd get out of that mindset being in school. Eventually.
The Headmaster certainly was chipper. He was pretty sure he'd heard more encouraging speeches at the fancy party's hosted by the Atlas upper-class than the one she was giving. Still it seemed at least somewhat fitting since there was probably a high chance that at least someone would get hurt, maybe die, during training. He had no intention of being one of those people though. He was confident in what his mother had taught him and what he'd learned in combat school. Maybe it was meant to get those who weren't really committed to the idea of being a Huntsman to run out before the school spent too much time on training them. Might be brutal but at least it was honest.
He was curious about what the hunting grounds were, as he imagined many of the people here were. At least those of them from outside Mistral that was for sure. He was fairly certain there was at least one other person from Atlas who was present though he hadn't spoken to her. Though he sincerely doubted that any of the people here from Mistral had any idea what it meant either. The initiation, as far as he was aware, was a carefully kept secret so that no one would be more prepared than anyone else. Nevertheless he was here to prove himself and there was no way he was going to let some speech run him out of the academy and back home.
As the speech drew to a rather inconspicuous close and the hall all stared blankly forward he made sure to check his coat pocket for the ID that would get them into the hotel. Haven was nothing if not prepared it seemed. Patience didn't seem like too difficult a trial, though for some it might be a bit harder. He was content to stay inside and wait until they were retrieved.
He side-stepped out of the way of a shorter student who nearly ran into him and was talking seemingly at random to whoever would listen, "Still excited even after that doomsday speech we just got huh?"
Stormheart turned quickly around, just in time to see Spidernose land solidly on the tail of the other mouse and felt his shoulders sag in relief. He was grateful for the she-cat and being able to understand what it was he had indicated so that they didn't lose either of the mice. He nodded in agreement with Sunfur's assessment as he couldn't speak quite so easily with the mouse in his jaws. He tried hard to ignore the smell and the grumbling that was happening in his stomach. Hopefully they'd be able to eat something when they got back to camp.
He set the mouse down so he could reposition it in his jaws. He also needed to pick up the squirrel on the way back. "Be safe. If there's those rogues wandering about who knows what else might have wandered into our territory." He seconded Spidernose's sentiment as they collected their prey and began the chilly trot back to camp. He stopped for a quick moment to pick up the squirrel he had buried. Thankfully nothing else had sniffed it out while they had been away.
Spidernose set a brisk pace and before long they were back in camp. He followed the she-cat to the fresh-kill pile and set down his catch before taking a quick look around camp. It seemed like most everyone else was either in their dens or busy with something else. His ears flicked in the direction of the nursery where he thought he heard conversation, but he no longer saw Duskwing posted up outside. Must be Fernstar, nice to know she has control of the situation.
Being back in camp reminded his paws of just how much they hurt and the rest of his body how exhausted he was. "I'm gonna head to the den to get some rest, you should do the same when you get the chance," he meowed in Spidernose's direction. His clanmate had been just as busy as him and Starclan knew they both needed the break.
Kaevius is tall and well built like most military Turians with a stark white carapace that is decorated with the black markings of his family and uniquely gold eyes. He keeps himself well put together whether it be with his armor or when he is relaxing in his more comfortable clothes. He has surprisingly kept himself mostly free of scars due to sheer dumb luck most of the time, and wearing a helmet, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a few that are scattered underneath the armor. He tends to keep to neutral colors that more closely match his complexion than anything bright.
Height 6' 5"
Personality When on duty Kaevius has a strict no nonsense type disposition. He understands the necessity of following orders and playing things careful and safe in order to protect the well being of the team and make sure that the mission goes smoothly as his trainers and COs taught him over the years. There isn’t time for hesitation when lives or the hood of the mission is on the line, so snap judgements need to be made.
However, when he's off the clock he is more than willing to let loose a little bit and have some fun. When not on a mission he likes to keep things light and avoid serious topics of conversation, unless strictly necessary. This doesn't mean he's oblivious or lacks insight-he knows full well how to read a room and when it's time to sober up. A lot of his jovial nature comes from a desire to cover up the stress and anxiety of the aftermath of the Reaper Invasion, and try to do that a bit for others as well. The only time he’s really quiet when off duty is when he holes himself up with his weapons in order to tinker with them.
Being a sniper makes him highly observant and patient, which translates into the time he spends around the crew. He can frequently tell when someone is struggling with something and he will try his best to help, if he can. The stark difference between the two sides of his personality can be somewhat jarring to those who haven’t spent more than one mission on his team, which is something he finds rather amusing. Most everyone expects Titian’s to be no nonsense rules followers all the time and he revels in breaking that mold.
Rank/ Role / Specialty Turian Navy Lieutenant/ Infiltrator/ Weapons Specialist
Equipment M-97 Viper M-3 Predator M-15 Vindicator Disruptor Ammo - With a focus on tech it’s important to have an ammo that can damage shields and synthetics. Adding an electric field to his ammo for additional damage and possible disable will do just that. Frag Grenade - Kaevius doesn’t like to use them often, but when he’s in a bind ripping enemies apart with shrapnel will do. Powers/Skills Incinerate - Fires a plasma projectile that does bonus damage to armor and inflicts ongoing burning damage to unshielded foes. Suffice to say it’d be foolish not to have something that can damage armor as well. Tactical Cloak - Employs light-bending technology to render the user invisible at the cost of shield regeneration. Kaevius mostly uses it to slip undetected into position so he can take a clean sniper shot or hit a weak armor point with incinerate. It’s the most important power in his arsenal. Proximity Mine - Deploys an explosive mine that triggers when an enemy comes within proximity of or crosses a sensor laser. Enemies suffer more damage the closer they are to the mine. When combined with is tactical cloak and a bottleneck ambush this power is incredibly useful. Luring enemies near it with a few well placed shots also works. Biography
Kaevius was born shortly after the beginning of the First Contact War in 2161 to a family of, at the time three, and quickly became the focus of his father's attention. Having an older sister meant that he was the first born son and therefore was meant to follow in his father's footsteps and join the military and become an officer. High Admiral Costus Mercarian is a well known name across Palaven and the Citadel which puts a great deal of pressure on Kaevius for the sake of the family name and his people. His father served in the First Contact War and, supposedly, held the ear of the Turian Councilor, but he never confirmed or denied the statements; preferring to let the people add to his heroic standing.
This didn't mean that Kaevius had a difficult or unloved childhood. Quite the opposite really. His father and mother both doted on him, as much as Turians do, and he found himself at the whims of the universe when it came to what he wanted to spend his free time doing. Much of that time was spent with his best friend Lucus Scrilin in the forests and fields on his family's property playing soldier or whatever else caught their fancy. He remained friends with Lucus all through boot camp and all through his service in the Turian Navy, and then on The Citadel for a brief stint of time until the war.
Being the first son his older sister, Iciana, got somewhat pushed to the wayside in his favor leading the two of them to have a less than friendly relationship for most of his youth up until he left for boot camp. Before he left she got married and moved away, he never expected to see her again and at the time his adolescent brain told him "good riddance" which is something he would come to regret years down the line. On the other head the birth of his younger brother Tiberius brought about a whole new series of fun things to do with the younger Turian and his father greatly encouraged their closeness and interaction as time went on. Even before he went to boot camp the two of them trained with Costus on simple hand to hand and how to shoot the most basic of weapons. At the time it always just felt like another fun game, but he is more than grateful for his father's careful guidance.
Boot camp came with more difficulties than he'd ultimately anticipated. He fun loving and jovial child he had been was quickly squashed by harsh COs and difficult training regimes in order to prepare him for work as a military officer, which meant even longer than just the required year of training. Once he let the COs think they'd worked the sense of self out of him and left behind a structured and obedient soldier his life got quite a lot easier, but that didn't stop himself and Lucus getting into trouble after lights out. Thankfully they never truly got caught or he would've seen the last of officer training. Instead he passed with flying colors and was assigned to a field unit where he spent the first part of his career working on fighting ground troop pockets of mercenaries and slavers all over the nearby systems and even leading a few teams himself. It was exciting and let him get an idea for the kind of work he could do across the galaxy, but he felt like he wanted to broaden his horizons, and what better place to do that than on The Citadel.
A little before Saren's invasion of the Citadel with Sovereign and his geth army Kaevius began work with C-Sec after coming to The Citadel as bright eyed as any young recruit; looking at the arms and vast number of ships that sped in and out of port. It was exactly the kind of place he had always wanted to see and he took no time in learning the ins and outs of every place that criminals might like to hole up. Not to say he didn't spend time enjoying some of the finer things in life that could only come with working a Citadel job, but the COs didn't need to know about that. Working with C-Sec was different than working with the Turian Military and thankfully he was already accustomed to the amount of red tape and bureaucracy that comes with serving in a structured organization. It was a bit of a step down from leading field teams, but what he ultimately wanted was to serve in the Turian Navy and any connection he could get would serve him well.
He kept his nose to the grindstone and worked hard to prove himself an asset to his superior officers and hopefully get recommended to a ship within the Turian Navy so he could explore the stars as he and Lucus had always imagined when they were children. Things were going well until Saren's invasion where he mostly focused on helping people evacuate with the occasional run in with pockets of geth that sent most of his C-Sec team scattering. He took a few good hits from the synthetics, but thankfully none of the civilians he needed to evacuate got killed. The rest of his team was not so lucky. A blown hole in the side of the arm they were serving in sent more than a few out into open space without a suit.
With the destruction of Sovereign by Commander Shepherd, a man that Kaevius had a large amount of respect for, he was able to turn his attention back to the protection of the Citadel. What he couldn't believe was that after the invasion the Council seemed disinclined to believe the Commander when it came to the threat of what Sovereign truly was. A Reaper, according to some of the interviews he saw, but he kept his mouth shut and let the Council say what they wanted. He knew the Commander wouldn't have lied about as big a threat as this, but its not like there was anything he could do about it.
He only heard rumors of the fights with the creatures known as the Collectors and the involvement of the human supremacy organization Cerberus. He was grateful that none of that fight made it to the The Citadel, the last thing they needed was a second invasion just after everything had been mostly fixed. Based on the reports and hushed words that he heard he couldn't help but think that the Commander had a point and that they were up against something far more dangerous than just the geth or Collectors.
With the recommendation of one of his commanding officers at C-Sec Kaevius did get the post he was seeking with the Eighth Assault Fleet that served in Citadel space. He served under Velnus Domidros. A stern "lifer" who'd been serving in the Turian Navy since the moment he was able to. The older Turian must've seen something in Kaevius and took him on as a sort of apprentice. Teaching him leadership, command, and what became a massive hobby for him: weapon modification.
Unfortunately he didn't get to spend much time with the Eighth Fleet as the Reaper Invasion took quick hold of many systems. They got reports of whole planets and even solar systems going dark across the galaxy and it didn't take long for them to understand why. Shepherd had been right all along, and they were going to have to fight.
The Eighth Fleet was quickly called back to Palaven and Kaevius decided to utilize his time working as a field leader on the ground to his advantage. As much as he wanted to stay with the Navy ship he knew where his specialties would be most well utilized and he wasn't about to let his own wants get in the way of what was best for Palaven. He quickly found his father, who had previously been in the Reserves, and joined up with the troops that were under his command. He also found that his mother and brother were able to get off world-Tiberius taking up the responsibility of taking care of her. He also learned of the death of his sister and her whole family. While he had never had the best relationship with her, he never wanted her dead and this lit a fire inside. He would not let anyone else he cared for die in this war.
The fighting on Palaven was brutal and bloody, that was the arena he spent almost the entire war in. They had holed themselves up and it was siege at that point. He went out on the occasional raid with his father in an attempt to thin the herds of husks, marauders, and brutes or just keep communications up and running. One raid went horribly wrong and left the majority of his father's troops too mutilated to move or dead where they lay. An ambush set by marauders in a choke point that was run down by a brute. Efficient and deadly-just like the Turians. He stood by his mental declaration at the beginning of the war and saved his father. They were the only ones to make it back to base, bloody but alive. His father fully lost one of his legs to the tearing strength of the brute, but that didn't stop him from getting back out and giving orders. At that point Kaevius knew he couldn't give in either.
When the Battle of Earth began preparations he once again joined up with the Turian Navy Fleet, though he was upset to learn of the death of his CO. He joined in with the fleet and watched as many other ships were shot down by the Reapers. He could feel his determination flagging the wave of red light shut down all of the Reapers and just like that the war was over. He knew that it would take months to get even the most rudimentary jump ready with how damaged the relays were, but just like everyone else he was happy to know that they weren't all about to die.
After then invasion Kaevius lost a little bit of direction. With the death of his sister, the loss of his father's command, the knowledge that his best friend was declared MIA, and the general reeling that the whole of the galaxy was going through he found it difficult to find the drive to do anything more than watch the world go on around him and the surviving members of every race begin to rebuild.
It took several years before he was actually able to pull himself out of his torper and try to find his way in the world again. He found that direction with the Citadel Security Fleet. The new initiative gave him back that sense of camaraderie that he was lacking. With his assignment to the Intervention and the new crew he hopes to be able to at least somewhat restore that sense of wanderlust and excitement that he had so many years ago.
Affiliations Mother: Allonia Mercarian: Alive Father: Costus Mercarian: Alive but crippled in the Reaper Invasion on Palaven Younger Brother: Tiberius Mercarian: Alive Older Sister: Iciana Mercarian: Dead Best Friend: Lucus Scrilin: Unknown CO: Velnus Domidros: Dead
Kaevius is tall and well built like most military Turians with a stark white carapace that is decorated with the black markings of his family and uniquely gold eyes. He keeps himself well put together whether it be with his armor or when he is relaxing in his more comfortable clothes. He has surprisingly kept himself mostly free of scars due to sheer dumb luck most of the time, and wearing a helmet, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t a few that are scattered underneath the armor. He tends to keep to neutral colors that more closely match his complexion than anything bright.
Height 6' 5"
Personality When on duty Kaevius has a strict no nonsense type disposition. He understands the necessity of following orders and playing things careful and safe in order to protect the well being of the team and make sure that the mission goes smoothly as his trainers and COs taught him over the years. There isn’t time for hesitation when lives or the hood of the mission is on the line, so snap judgements need to be made.
However, when he's off the clock he is more than willing to let loose a little bit and have some fun. When not on a mission he likes to keep things light and avoid serious topics of conversation, unless strictly necessary. This doesn't mean he's oblivious or lacks insight-he knows full well how to read a room and when it's time to sober up. A lot of his jovial nature comes from a desire to cover up the stress and anxiety of the aftermath of the Reaper Invasion, and try to do that a bit for others as well. The only time he’s really quiet when off duty is when he holes himself up with his weapons in order to tinker with them.
Being a sniper makes him highly observant and patient, which translates into the time he spends around the crew. He can frequently tell when someone is struggling with something and he will try his best to help, if he can. The stark difference between the two sides of his personality can be somewhat jarring to those who haven’t spent more than one mission on his team, which is something he finds rather amusing. Most everyone expects Titian’s to be no nonsense rules followers all the time and he revels in breaking that mold.
Rank/ Role / Specialty Turian Navy Lieutenant/ Infiltrator/ Weapons Specialist
Equipment M-97 Viper M-3 Predator M-15 Vindicator Disruptor Ammo - With a focus on tech it’s important to have an ammo that can damage shields and synthetics. Adding an electric field to his ammo for additional damage and possible disable will do just that. Frag Grenade - Kaevius doesn’t like to use them often, but when he’s in a bind ripping enemies apart with shrapnel will do. Powers/Skills Incinerate - Fires a plasma projectile that does bonus damage to armor and inflicts ongoing burning damage to unshielded foes. Suffice to say it’d be foolish not to have something that can damage armor as well. Tactical Cloak - Employs light-bending technology to render the user invisible at the cost of shield regeneration. Kaevius mostly uses it to slip undetected into position so he can take a clean sniper shot or hit a weak armor point with incinerate. It’s the most important power in his arsenal. Proximity Mine - Deploys an explosive mine that triggers when an enemy comes within proximity of or crosses a sensor laser. Enemies suffer more damage the closer they are to the mine. When combined with is tactical cloak and a bottleneck ambush this power is incredibly useful. Luring enemies near it with a few well placed shots also works. Biography
Kaevius was born shortly after the beginning of the First Contact War in 2161 to a family of, at the time three, and quickly became the focus of his father's attention. Having an older sister meant that he was the first born son and therefore was meant to follow in his father's footsteps and join the military and become an officer. High Admiral Costus Mercarian is a well known name across Palaven and the Citadel which puts a great deal of pressure on Kaevius for the sake of the family name and his people. His father served in the First Contact War and, supposedly, held the ear of the Turian Councilor, but he never confirmed or denied the statements; preferring to let the people add to his heroic standing.
This didn't mean that Kaevius had a difficult or unloved childhood. Quite the opposite really. His father and mother both doted on him, as much as Turians do, and he found himself at the whims of the universe when it came to what he wanted to spend his free time doing. Much of that time was spent with his best friend Lucus Scrilin in the forests and fields on his family's property playing soldier or whatever else caught their fancy. He remained friends with Lucus all through boot camp and all through his service in the Turian Navy, and then on The Citadel for a brief stint of time until the war.
Being the first son his older sister, Iciana, got somewhat pushed to the wayside in his favor leading the two of them to have a less than friendly relationship for most of his youth up until he left for boot camp. Before he left she got married and moved away, he never expected to see her again and at the time his adolescent brain told him "good riddance" which is something he would come to regret years down the line. On the other head the birth of his younger brother Tiberius brought about a whole new series of fun things to do with the younger Turian and his father greatly encouraged their closeness and interaction as time went on. Even before he went to boot camp the two of them trained with Costus on simple hand to hand and how to shoot the most basic of weapons. At the time it always just felt like another fun game, but he is more than grateful for his father's careful guidance.
Boot camp came with more difficulties than he'd ultimately anticipated. He fun loving and jovial child he had been was quickly squashed by harsh COs and difficult training regimes in order to prepare him for work as a military officer, which meant even longer than just the required year of training. Once he let the COs think they'd worked the sense of self out of him and left behind a structured and obedient soldier his life got quite a lot easier, but that didn't stop himself and Lucus getting into trouble after lights out. Thankfully they never truly got caught or he would've seen the last of officer training. Instead he passed with flying colors and was assigned to a field unit where he spent the first part of his career working on fighting ground troop pockets of mercenaries and slavers all over the nearby systems and even leading a few teams himself. It was exciting and let him get an idea for the kind of work he could do across the galaxy, but he felt like he wanted to broaden his horizons, and what better place to do that than on The Citadel.
A little before Saren's invasion of the Citadel with Sovereign and his geth army Kaevius began work with C-Sec after coming to The Citadel as bright eyed as any young recruit; looking at the arms and vast number of ships that sped in and out of port. It was exactly the kind of place he had always wanted to see and he took no time in learning the ins and outs of every place that criminals might like to hole up. Not to say he didn't spend time enjoying some of the finer things in life that could only come with working a Citadel job, but the COs didn't need to know about that. Working with C-Sec was different than working with the Turian Military and thankfully he was already accustomed to the amount of red tape and bureaucracy that comes with serving in a structured organization. It was a bit of a step down from leading field teams, but what he ultimately wanted was to serve in the Turian Navy and any connection he could get would serve him well.
He kept his nose to the grindstone and worked hard to prove himself an asset to his superior officers and hopefully get recommended to a ship within the Turian Navy so he could explore the stars as he and Lucus had always imagined when they were children. Things were going well until Saren's invasion where he mostly focused on helping people evacuate with the occasional run in with pockets of geth that sent most of his C-Sec team scattering. He took a few good hits from the synthetics, but thankfully none of the civilians he needed to evacuate got killed. The rest of his team was not so lucky. A blown hole in the side of the arm they were serving in sent more than a few out into open space without a suit.
With the destruction of Sovereign by Commander Shepherd, a man that Kaevius had a large amount of respect for, he was able to turn his attention back to the protection of the Citadel. What he couldn't believe was that after the invasion the Council seemed disinclined to believe the Commander when it came to the threat of what Sovereign truly was. A Reaper, according to some of the interviews he saw, but he kept his mouth shut and let the Council say what they wanted. He knew the Commander wouldn't have lied about as big a threat as this, but its not like there was anything he could do about it.
He only heard rumors of the fights with the creatures known as the Collectors and the involvement of the human supremacy organization Cerberus. He was grateful that none of that fight made it to the The Citadel, the last thing they needed was a second invasion just after everything had been mostly fixed. Based on the reports and hushed words that he heard he couldn't help but think that the Commander had a point and that they were up against something far more dangerous than just the geth or Collectors.
With the recommendation of one of his commanding officers at C-Sec Kaevius did get the post he was seeking with the Eighth Assault Fleet that served in Citadel space. He served under Velnus Domidros. A stern "lifer" who'd been serving in the Turian Navy since the moment he was able to. The older Turian must've seen something in Kaevius and took him on as a sort of apprentice. Teaching him leadership, command, and what became a massive hobby for him: weapon modification.
Unfortunately he didn't get to spend much time with the Eighth Fleet as the Reaper Invasion took quick hold of many systems. They got reports of whole planets and even solar systems going dark across the galaxy and it didn't take long for them to understand why. Shepherd had been right all along, and they were going to have to fight.
The Eighth Fleet was quickly called back to Palaven and Kaevius decided to utilize his time working as a field leader on the ground to his advantage. As much as he wanted to stay with the Navy ship he knew where his specialties would be most well utilized and he wasn't about to let his own wants get in the way of what was best for Palaven. He quickly found his father, who had previously been in the Reserves, and joined up with the troops that were under his command. He also found that his mother and brother were able to get off world-Tiberius taking up the responsibility of taking care of her. He also learned of the death of his sister and her whole family. While he had never had the best relationship with her, he never wanted her dead and this lit a fire inside. He would not let anyone else he cared for die in this war.
The fighting on Palaven was brutal and bloody, that was the arena he spent almost the entire war in. They had holed themselves up and it was siege at that point. He went out on the occasional raid with his father in an attempt to thin the herds of husks, marauders, and brutes or just keep communications up and running. One raid went horribly wrong and left the majority of his father's troops too mutilated to move or dead where they lay. An ambush set by marauders in a choke point that was run down by a brute. Efficient and deadly-just like the Turians. He stood by his mental declaration at the beginning of the war and saved his father. They were the only ones to make it back to base, bloody but alive. His father fully lost one of his legs to the tearing strength of the brute, but that didn't stop him from getting back out and giving orders. At that point Kaevius knew he couldn't give in either.
When the Battle of Earth began preparations he once again joined up with the Turian Navy Fleet, though he was upset to learn of the death of his CO. He joined in with the fleet and watched as many other ships were shot down by the Reapers. He could feel his determination flagging the wave of red light shut down all of the Reapers and just like that the war was over. He knew that it would take months to get even the most rudimentary jump ready with how damaged the relays were, but just like everyone else he was happy to know that they weren't all about to die.
After then invasion Kaevius lost a little bit of direction. With the death of his sister, the loss of his father's command, the knowledge that his best friend was declared MIA, and the general reeling that the whole of the galaxy was going through he found it difficult to find the drive to do anything more than watch the world go on around him and the surviving members of every race begin to rebuild.
It took several years before he was actually able to pull himself out of his torper and try to find his way in the world again. He found that direction with the Citadel Security Fleet. The new initiative gave him back that sense of camaraderie that he was lacking. With his assignment to the Intervention and the new crew he hopes to be able to at least somewhat restore that sense of wanderlust and excitement that he had so many years ago.
Affiliations Mother: Allonia Mercarian: Alive Father: Costus Mercarian: Alive but crippled in the Reaper Invasion on Palaven Younger Brother: Tiberius Mercarian: Alive Older Sister: Iciana Mercarian: Dead Best Friend: Lucus Scrilin: Unknown CO: Velnus Domidros: Dead
A few things about me:
My name is Fox, I've been doing RP for about 11 years and playing/running TRPGs for going on 6 years. Outside of RP I enjoy drawing, writing, hiking, reading, and equestrian. I enjoy most genres of books, movies, TV shows, etc., so I'm down for pretty much anything!
I have an Italian Grayhound named Harley and he is the best dog in the world, and I really love animals in general.
I'm looking forward to getting to know some new people!
Now to the RP Stuff
Genres:
Fantasy
-Urban
-Dark
-High
Western
-Supernatural themes are always fun
Superheroes
Sci-fi
Modern in some cases
Apocalyptic
Fandoms (Does take a good plot to get me to do a fandom RP, but I'm always excited to talk about them!)
-Dragon Age
-LotR
-Critical Role/Adventure Zone/Dimension 20
-Mistborn
-Warriors
-Elder Scrolls
-Zelda
-Witcher
-Pokémon
-Mass Effect
-Leviathan Trilogy (Westerfeld)
(Will add as I remember things)
Discord: PrankFox#5538
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">A few things about me:<br>My name is Fox, I've been doing RP for about 11 years and playing/running TRPGs for going on 6 years. Outside of RP I enjoy drawing, writing, hiking, reading, and equestrian. I enjoy most genres of books, movies, TV shows, etc., so I'm down for pretty much anything!<br>I have an Italian Grayhound named Harley and he is the best dog in the world, and I really love animals in general. <br>I'm looking forward to getting to know some new people!<br><br>Now to the RP Stuff<br>Genres:<br>Fantasy<br>-Urban<br>-Dark<br>-High<br>Western<br>-Supernatural themes are always fun<br>Superheroes<br>Sci-fi<br>Modern in some cases<br>Apocalyptic<br><br>Fandoms (Does take a good plot to get me to do a fandom RP, but I'm always excited to talk about them!)<br>-Dragon Age<br>-LotR<br>-Critical Role/Adventure Zone/Dimension 20<br>-Mistborn<br>-Warriors<br>-Elder Scrolls<br>-Zelda<br>-Witcher<br>-Pokémon<br>-Mass Effect<br>-Leviathan Trilogy (Westerfeld)<br>(Will add as I remember things)<br><br>Discord: PrankFox#5538</div>
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