<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">»<em>  Luus Remiril  </em>« </span></div><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br/><br/><br/><strong>Name:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;"><acronym title="pronounced Loose">Luus</acronym> Remiril</span><br/><br/><strong>Age:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;"> 47</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;">Turian</span><br/><br/><strong>Birthplace:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Palaven</span><br/><br/><strong>Occupation:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Merc</span><br/><br/><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Calm | Warm | Self-deprecating | Flirtatious | Rebellious | Pun Loving |  Adrenaline chaser | Emotionally Repressed | Flighty | Internally Hotheaded </span><br/><br/><strong>Synospsis:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Like many a turian, Luus was a soldier back in the so-called 'Relay 314 Incident'. And like so many, he fell for the propaganda hook, line, and sinker. Funny how he let that happen, being a biotic his peers and government all but rallied against for a simple 'defect' of birth. He should have questioned it more. But, he was a loyal soldier, and so were the other biotics in his cabal--or freak squad, if put in laymen's terms--and not a one questioned their orders. They had to prove themselves, after all. Prove they were worth trusting; not time bombs waiting to go off. <br/><br/>With a mission as important as earning respect and glory, it wasn't so hard to let himself believe that the ignorant new race misstepped first. He simply did what he was told, as he was trained, and left the politicians to sort out the rest. In the thick of the fight, bursting with biotic fury through the softer race on the plains of Shanxi, there was no time to think otherwise.<br/><br/>But there's only so long before you run into a great big fucking wall called consequence. Before you see the devastation you helped propagate; the lives you ended and friends and family you lost for no bigger a reason than 'these humans should've never been here.' It was when he crashed face first into that wall that he made a choice. And to this day he wonders if it was far too late.<br/><br/>He left the military; left Palaven; left his home city of Vir, his parents, and the siblings who survived the 'noble war effort.' He began to wander, like a drifter or a quarian, trying to find purpose. And in that time, he did what he was taught to do to earn money. He fought. There was credits in being a merc and a bounty hunter, especially as a biotic; a special breed of turian; a shame-inducing novel. So few of his adversaries ever saw it coming.<br/><br/>Over the years, he has earned a reputation for his excellent--if eccentric--delivery on jobs, and his breach and clear skills are second to few.</span><br/><br/><strong>Skills:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;"><br/>Biotics: Like the rest of his cabal, Luus trained in using his enhanced biotic abilities to strengthen and protect himself <br/>Explosives: Mainly for breaching structures, particularly in breach and clear strategies<br/>Close Quarters Training: He is best trained with shotguns, his trusty Phaeston assault rifle, and the venom blade issued to all cabal biotics.</span><br/><br/><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Luus' pent up emotions have a tendency to burst at unexpected times. It only happens every once in awhile and for short durations, and that is enough reasoning for him to never bring it up to anyone. He also holds a powerful distrust and grudge towards authority, particularly of the military kind. </span><br/><br/><strong>Kinks:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255584.0)</span><br/><br/><strong>Notes:-</strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: ariel black;">Theme Song - The Trooper - Iron Maiden (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G5rfPISIwo)</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/1507018061.dracovarus_smaller_version.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Luustongue.jpeg) </div><br/>