Post all finish characters sheets here.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Character Profile:<br/>Name: Sve'rena Vrene'k<br/>Species: Evr'sva<br/><br/>The Evr'sva are a typically war love racing, having a strong sense of survival of the fittest that carries on to old age, due to their long lifespans further enhanced by the technology of other races. They never personally invented faster then light travel, instead they were picked up by the other races as they fought against the humans. The Evr'sva's love for combat was strange and disturbing, but exactly what was needed to win the war. In exchange for the technology of the Vrec'Sevi asked for the Evr'sva's assistance in the war, which they happily agreed.<br/><br/>The Evr'sva live in a tight clan based culture that prioritizes family over anything else and most wars on their planet were between clans. The end result was a tight knit community that tended to be all over in viewpoints. Many of their clans joined the Alliance, it was very rare that they stood with the Vrec'Sevi despite their past, and those who did were normally stripped of their place in the clan. As such, the markings on their horns to label their clan were destroyed as well. Those who were cast out of a clan are expected to take the Vrene'k as their clan name, or rather, Disgraceful. Even though English translations are primarily used, few know what it actually means.<br/><br/>The Evr'sva are humanoid in form, with slightly dark reddish black skin. Instead of hair, a series of horns stretch out from their head, in designs that almost look intentional and appear to be hair but are actually their ears. Their horns vibrate and capture sound similar to how a human  ear does. Their eyes shift between colors to portray their emotion, making most Evr'sva an open book emotionally, but a few have learned to hide it. The colors to emotions differ between the individual but often times fit what humans would expect. Horns also protrude slightly from their elbows, shoulders and knees, to be natural weapons. The horns are usually decorated with carvings, gems and paintings to mark their clan. <br/><br/>Age: 319<br/>Rank: Captain of the Liege<br/>Appearance: <br/>Sve'rena Vrene'k is first noticeable by her face, half of which is clearly synthetic. An older model that is considered to be far out of date at this day and age makes up the left side of her face. The line between flesh and artificial body is jagged and by no means clean, starting on the right side of her forehead, crossing downwards her nose and ending at the left side of the jaw. Her left eye is cybernetic and always green, where as her normal eye has the strange habit of staying on color all the time, near black. Despite it being just a very dark violet, many mistake it for being black. Her hair horns cover her head in such a fashion it would almost look like a woman who had her hair in a bob, if it wasn't for a few stray horns going in odd directions. The horns have been damaged to remove any semblance of clan carvings and replaced with black gems like onyx, the mark of an exile. <br/><br/>Her right arm and left leg are similarly synthetic, silver flesh replacing the normal, but unlike her face, it is more than just the skin, the entire limb is replaced with old fashion artificial limbs. Due to the crude, antique style, she is sometimes forced to use a cane when she is feeling ill. All of the artificial parts of her body are silver in appearance and similar to skin when first touched touch but are cold and abnormal at the same time.<br/><br/>Training:<br/>Special forces on Monarch, advanced tactics and leadership training<br/>History:<br/>Sve'rena was born to one of the largest clans on her planet, Renek'sle. It was stated before she was even born that she was going to be a warrior, as everyone in her clan was. At the age of six she began her world's version of school. The first series of classes were all various forms of combat, ranging from hand to hand, to ship tactics, to teamwork. She was born during the middle of the Human-Alien War and thus was expected to continue the age old fight right where it left off.<br/><br/>From a young age she was told she was one of the best, the ideal soldiers. Her race's arrogance passed on to her without any disagreements from the young woman. A few years before she would enter the alien federation's fleet at the age of forty nine the age of an adult in her race, the unit most of her clan fought in was destroyed in an ambush. Needless to say, this was a shock for the young woman. From birth, she had been taught, brainwashed to believe her race was invincible, that their deaths came at the costs of thousands of their enemies, yet almost her entire clan had lost in a one sided fight. <br/>She didn't know how to react at first, until she came to her conclusion, the humans needed to pay the price for her family. Leaving her clan in the middle of their time of need, she walked into a division of the military her race rarely joined. Taking to stealth and precision strikes, she was convinced that she could trust no one else, if she couldn't get her race at her side. <br/><br/>She wasted no time in putting her life to work, volunteering for every op she could, no matter the risks or how small or large. It was all about making them pay to her. It was not uncommon for her to abandon her team or not worry about casualties to take out a target. All that mattered to her was revenge, and she got it. <br/><br/>It would only be towards the end of the war that her reign of unknown terror would come to an end. They were aiming at a factory that produced most the human ships, would they hit it, the war would turn to their favor. Most of all, she would have blood. As soon as their ship came into orbit, her strike team got ready before their stealth was lost, one of her squad mates warned her to stay away from the outside of the ship, since they were under fire, but she ignored him and went for the quick method, running straight to the hanger, halfway there, a missile blew open the deck she was on, she barely managed to drag herself into the next deck before the air locks closed. Her body was severely burned and some parts were so damaged that they could not even be repaired with modern medicine, burned all the way to the bone.  <br/><br/>As soon as they got her secured and on her way to medbay, they jumped out and the remaining strike team went down to try to nuke the factory, ultimately to fail. They were quick to fix her body, amputating parts that were unable to be repaired and replacing them with synthetics. The end result was a functional body, but one that would never be a special forces again, half of her internal organs were fake, and parts of one of her legs, and all of another. Walking became a struggle.<br/><br/>In the end, she had to retire from the special forces, soon after, the war ended. Taking the time to return to her clan, she tried to reconcile with the honor she had brought them, despite her wounds, she had done an immense amount in forty years. While her clan did hold it against her for many years, they did welcome her back into the slowly rebuilding family. She found herself uncomfortable though, living the life of a crippled veteran in a war they lost. Some people still claimed it was her fault. <br/><br/>When she was 167, the military of the new alliance came to her and requested her to join their effort to cut down on pirates and deserters from the previous war. Of course she declined. Having lost the ability to run she no longer believed in her own ability to fight, having never fought in the skies. It would be two more years before they would convince her to attend the leadership training facility and she began her short time in the their school before dropping out. She had no intention of sitting back and letting others fight for her. <br/><br/>Her opinion changed when the humans entered the Alien alliance. She was, understandably, appalled by the idea and protested it, and was promptly denied. Her clan began to look at her with disgust for letting the human's take over the military and refusing to return, as she was now one of the eldest of their clan alive after the massacre. Finally, she gave in and returned to the facility after sucking up her pride to apologize and ask for another chance.<br/><br/>And she did not disappoint, she passed all classes in the top ten percent and was quickly assigned to be XO of the Monarch. Many years would pass as she got used to the new life and got comfortable, quickly showing herself to be firm under pressure and quick to draw. She was aggressive and brutal, but at the same time eloquent and efficient. The Monarch was given to her as her own  ship as a 'birthday' present when she was 278. Having spent many years practically running the ship, she was finally awarded with the honor of Captain and given the ship back. <br/>When she was 301, under twenty years before the Mythril wars, she made a choice that most of the top brass of the military supported, but demoted her for it in public. When a prince was taken hostage from one of the races by a extremist faction, the Monarch was part of an assault fleet to get him back. The pirates threatened his life and thus the ships were caught in a standstill, until one ship fired its main gun and destroyed the ship the prince was kept on, killing their only bargaining chip. She swiftly then destroyed any remaining resisting ships ending the conflicts immediatly.  By the books, she was doing the right thing, bargaining with terrorists was not to be allowed, but she was stripped of her rank and discharged, an action met with a roar of protest from her planet.<br/><br/>Upon the beginning of the Mythril war, her race sided with the human Alliance primarily, including her clan. Despite years of coping and years of training to remain calm, she never truly forgave the humans, and would never let them take over the council. Past that, on a logical line, she found their reasons arrogant and selfish. She, in her last big choice before the war was in full swing, exiled herself from the clan and went to her ship, ready to meet her clan on the battle ground. </div></div>