<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">»<em>  Jarv Valak  </em>« </span></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/cc9cf901ea0624deecb41c680c21c2f0/tumblr_p2el30QIkb1vv8bc4o1_500.png)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Jarv Valak</span><br/><br/><strong>Age:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;"> 43</span><br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Pansexual</span><br/><br/><strong>Race:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Batarian  </span><br/><br/><strong>Birthplace:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Kar'Shan</span><br/><br/><strong>Role:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Soldier, assault specialist, amateur cook</span><br/><br/><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Honest | Pragmatic | Unapologetic | Short-Tempered | Guarded | Prone to sarcasm | Softer at heart<br/><br/>On the surface, Jarv is almost typical batarian, more likely to argue a point to his death than ever concede and ready to be prickly about damn near anything. Half a lifetime of resentful subservience followed by another half a lifetime of resentful acceptance has made him a rather closed figure not given to making friends. Despite, or perhaps because of, his personal history, he holds a special hatred for slavery and takes a dim view of any speciesism. </span><br/><br/><strong>Synopsis:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Growing up in the Batarian Hegemony colours one's perspective somewhat. The batarians are the greatest species in the galaxy with one of the largest economies and the most populated homeworld with a grand culture filled to the brim with greatness. Or that's what the propaganda says anyway, and as a human may say "reality hurts like a bitch". That was how it was for Jarv when he joined the batarian military to do his part and climb the Hegemony's ranks, believing he'd be fighting to defend the rights and place of his culture in the wide galaxy. Instead, his superiors wished to grow fat themselves off of slave raids and rank piracy in the Traverse. Fortunately for Jarv, he was able to get out of it before it reached that point, getting himself assigned as one of the 'independent batarians' meant to head to the Terminus Systems to aid batarian interests, instead of doing that though, he headed for the Citadel.<br/><br/>He didn't find much there, but at least it wasn't the Hegemony, and people always had use for military training. C-Sec wouldn't take him at first, Hegemony affiliations were seen as an issue when it came to reliable security officers for some reason, so Jarv had to make do with private security in the Wards, often acting more as muscle than anything else. Still, he actively avoided becoming just another criminal batarian in the galaxy. The First Contact War came and went, humans arrived on the Citadel, and Jarv just milled on doing what he could. He took up cooking as a hobby and gradually became rather good at it even if he never did quite get asari cuisine, human food was good if incredibly varied.<br/><br/>Then came the Hegemony's exit from the Citadel and their increased belligerence in the Traverse. Jarv stayed on the Citadel, despite some rather direct orders from the departing embassy, but that didn't do much to earn him favours from many of the people on the Citadel. Batarians were criminals, batarians were slavers, batarians were this, batarians were that, it never bloody ended. Jarv never left however, grew bitter perhaps, but never left. He even tried to join C-Sec again and didn't start shooting when the turian officer laughed in his face. That was about the time he started looking for work outside of the Citadel, something new, something fresh.  </span><br/><br/><strong>Skills:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;"> <br/><br/>     - Assault Specialist: Despite having left the military decades ago, Jarv took to the training well and has kept up his skills on the job (security can be dangerous in the Wards) and with sports, the Armax Arsenal Arena is a frequent haunt of his and he routinely scores well. He is not much of a marksman but his skills at the short range more than make up for it. When it comes to quickly clearing a room or kicking down a door with extreme Prejudice, Jarv can get the job done<br/><br/>     - Good Cook: The result of around two decades of cooking as a hobby and stress relief. In a pinch, Jarv can throw up something palatable to most of the levo-amino acid persuasion and when given time and decent ingredients he can make it positively mouth-watering. While he primarily knows batarian cuisine, he has a decent versing in salarian, drell and human recipes, though lacks much in the way of headway in asari cooking, it always takes far too long for him.<br/><br/>     - Good old fisticuffs: The Citadel Wards are nominally civilised and guns can be somewhat rare. So while Jarv has kept up his skills with proper weapons, he has spent most of his time beating the ever-loving shit out of troublemakers rather than shooting them, and he has become rather good at it and can comfortably take on any species that is not krogan and even then... if its not a particularly big krogan...<br/><br/>     - <strong>Creatively and Ambiguously Legal Contacts:</strong> Despite steering clear of actively becoming involved in the criminal side of the Wards, Jarv has still lived there for a couple of decades, and working security in them at that. As such he has become an acquaintance of some, friendly with others in bars and pubs and accepting of many and sundry. He may not have the entire insider scoop on it, but Jarv still usually knows a guy who can get what you want done.</span><br/><br/><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Jarv is and always has been short-tempered and rather sensitive. It is a nearly monthly occurance that he throws a punch over someone insulting him for his species or his lack of tact or just being annoying to him. On top of this he is rather socially isolated and finds it difficult to actually open up to anyone, including himself. </span><br/><br/><strong>Kinks:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Gaze ye mighty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=61420)</span><br/><br/><strong>Rumors:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;"><br/>- He has a price on his head outside of Citadel Space for being a rogue batarian<br/>- He was part of a slaving gang before he left the Hegemony<br/>- The first human he met he punched and the human's name was Harkin</span><br/><br/><strong>Equipment:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Tempest Submachine Gun, well worn medium body armour, over a dozen grenades, gauntlet gloves, earthling cookbook, Predator Pistol, Hegemony military combat knife</span><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mtRzyzC.png) (https://i.imgur.com/UueCzuS.png) (https://i.imgur.com/lBKJLOO.png) (https://i.imgur.com/Ahokz30.png) </div>