<div class="floatright">(http://allphoto.in.ua/photo/40/es2407727.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nel’Taan vas Nomdae<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong>Quarian<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>34<br/><br/><strong>Class:</strong>Soldier<br/><br/><strong>Class Specialization:</strong>Nel is a shock trooper and explosives expert by trade wielding powerful shields and heavy ordinance. Wading into the thick of battle and doing as much damage as possible. But he is also a capable marksmen and can take out enemies at medium range if needed.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>The former soldier of the flotilla is a surprisingly intimidating physical specimen. Nel stands taller (6'1") and bulkier (218 lbs. in suit) than the average Quarian male, and possesses considerable strength for someone of his race. He wears a specially made suit with greater power output that enables his shield amplifiers to become doubly as strong when a situation arrises that requires it. The suit is a blend of grey and brown fabric draping on top of, and weaving through, a heavy combat mesh going from his head to toes. His mask is a dark blue-ish tint, with grey plating framing that go with the bright silvery shine that gleams from his shrouded eyes in certain lights. Underneath his helmet, as with many other Quarians, Nel’s exact appearance is a mystery except for the few different partners he had upon the flotilla, though none of them ever seemed disappointed.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Nel was born Nel’Taan nar Khai to a father who was a simple engineer, and a mother who was captain of the Khai. One of the many liveships occupying the flotilla’s civilian fleet. A place he never truly felt he belonged. As Nel grew older he began to resent his lot in life more and more, and to a lesser extent the fate of his people as a whole. How they’d been reduced to a shamble of their former selves because of mistakes long dead ancestors made. And in his early teens, Nel made a promise to himself that he was going to make a difference, and he was going to lead his people back to their homeland one day.<br/><br/>When he came of age he went upon his pilgrimage. And where many of his people would have been satisfied with bringing back a simple gift or at most a small vessel, Nel’s sights were set much higher. Of all places he went to the Terminus systems and to Omega station. There, he hooked up with a small band of mercs who called themselves the Dying Stars. It was a group of no more than a dozen men, mostly Batarians. But they were well equipped and flew around in a battle tested frigate that Nel had his eyes upon. He signed on as a technical expert and ship mechanic, taking the knowledge most Quarians learned from a young age and putting it to use to get to his real ends. Nel’s plan was to join the merc band and learn the ropes of becoming a soldier, a fighter. And in time he did, and he earned the trust of his comrades as a formidable warrior. In particular, Nel became very intrigued in heavy explosives. Grenades, mines, launchers, as well as anything else that went boom drew his attention. And he trained himself in the craft of properly being able to reak havoc and destrustion with the use of explosive materials, to the point he considered himself an expert.<br/><br/>After 2 years of running with the small squad, an opportunity finally arose. The Dying Stars picked a fight with a particularly nasty Krogan who happened to be apart of Blood Pack. Which led to a fight and the death of all of Nel’s comrades, something he was frankly thankful for believing it was only a matter of time before the group met their end. Without anyone to stop him, Nel immediately took the frigate for himself and set off to go home to the Migrant Fleet.<br/><br/>Once there, he offered the frigate and the large quantities of weapons and other equipment inside it as a gift to the captain of the Nomdae. One of the largest and oldest dreadnaughts in the entire flotilla. The captain graciously accepted Nel onto the ship, and soon gave him a soldier’s position like he always wished for. But that wasn’t enough for Nel, he felt like he needed to be in a position of leadership. So he trained harder, and rose in ranks over 10 long years. Until he reached the point where he succeeded the man who accepted him onto the ship and became the new captain of the Nomdae. In retrospect, that may have been a bad promotion for Nel to take. After his new found power, the 32 year old Quarian became far more bold with both the Admirality Board and the Conclave. Nel became by far the biggest promoter of the fleet finally taking action and returning to the Perseus Veil to go to war with the Geth and take back Rannoch. He stirred passion within the men under his command, and inspired those outside of it to take action finally and reclaim what his people had lost three centuries earlier.<br/><br/>Over two long years, Nel waged a war of words with the highest echelons of Quarian government, and gained a decent amount of supporters within the heavy fleet. Though he still faced heated resistance from those within the other major fleets that continually stymied his efforts. Eventually, his supporters began to openly suggest proclaiming Nel as the new admiral of the heavy fleet and breaking apart from the flotilla to wage war on their own. Something Nel knew was foolish and a bad tactic, but he went along with it in the hopes the Board would break to his will finally.<br/><br/>But they did not. And later a snafu occurred where several ships declared independence from the flotilla and pledged themselves to Nel’s command. Something Nel did not initiate and had no plans of doing, but was unable to stop from happening. Only then did he realize the zealots he had created by his long efforts. And that he was gradually tearing his people apart. Faced with the possibility of civil war, Nel surrendered himself over in realization that his people simply weren’t ready for the challenge to taking back their homeland. In doing so, all others were forgiven of all charges, and Nel alone was to suffer punishment. He was sentenced to permanent banishment from the Migrant Fleet for inciting rebellion and treason. Three days later he was given a small ship and his own personal belongings to pave his own way in the galaxy, forever exiled from the people he loved.<br/><br/><strong>Powers:</strong><br/>- Explosive Rounds<br/>- Frag Grenade<br/>- Flashbang Grenade<br/>- Fortification<br/><br/><strong>Weaponry:</strong><br/>- M-37 Falcon<br/>- M-96 Mattock<br/>- M-3 Predator<br/><br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Heterosexual. Nel is somewhat biased towards council races, but could be swayed to find an attraction to them over time. Despite what his attitude may suggest, he does find several alien races intriguing. Especially Humans and Asari, who he believes both favor his own race in many aspects. Even the Turians to some excent.<br/><br/><strong>Preferred Position:</strong>Switch