<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>diarmuid</strong></span></div><br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/9db8695611f8010ec9f3f42c3da6e2ca/tumblr_nbytljUvBl1s86tjoo1_500.png)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name:</strong> Kal'Vaeel vas Selani nar Idenna<br/><strong>Age:</strong> 27<br/><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Quarian<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Asexual panromantic<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong> During Kal's years in exile, his enviro-suit has slowly evolved by his own hand. It has been altered and repaired as the necessity arose, eventually leading to a suit that barely resembled a traditional quarian. He continues to make nearly constant tweaks to keep his personal environment sterile, resulting in the details of his suit changing weekly. Underneath the helmet, he bears the typical bright eyes and pale skin of a quarian.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Weapons And Powers</span></span><br/><strong>Primary:</strong> M-97 Viper (sniper rifle)<br/><strong>Secondary:</strong> Harpy pistol<br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Abilities</strong> </span><br/><strong>Primary:</strong> AI Hacking, Incinerate, Cryo Ammo<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Background</span></span><br/><strong>Personality:</strong> Kal is a relatively quiet individual. He enjoys listening to others and learning their viewpoints, even if he will never do anything with the information. He thinks of himself as a simple person with very simple desires, though his life has been a bit complicated in the past. He values the freedom to do as he wishes above all else, and tends to view relationships with others as unnecessary ties. He will build friendships with others, but it can take him a very long time to form any real emotional bond with another living being. Due to this, he can come across as cold and logical. He does very little to change that viewpoint, even if he personally disagrees with it.<br/><strong>History:</strong> During his pilgrimage, Kal'Vaeel fell in love with life outside of the flotilla. It was a little scary, being a teenager and being thrust out onto the nearest passing space station on a rickety ship that nearly fell to pieces before he arrived. But he soon came to adore the world around him. He realized too late that he should have never returned to the flotilla to present his gift to the Captain of the Selani. Life on the Migrant Fleet was too loud, too crowded, and too repetitive. He first became bored, and then frustrated, and then paranoid, and then furious. Filled with pent-up energy and a haze of bottled emotions, Kal fell into a violent bout of what was essentially what humans call going stir crazy.<br/><br/>He blacked out, and he was suddenly on trial for murder.<br/><br/>He confessed, of course. As soon as he managed to put the events together in his head, he gave his confession to the Captain and council of the Selani. He was calm throughout and outright requested exile at the end of his confession. Seeing no reason to invoke capital punishment, the Captain had begrudgingly dropped him off on the next inhabited world they crossed. In the eight years since he left, he found he was relatively suited for mercenary work. He learned his fighting skills there, taught by fellow mercenaries in groups that he left and joined at his own whims. Following the lure of Andromeda, he was eventually recruited as a member of the second team. He wasn't particularly fond of flora and fauna, but he was a damn good shot <em>and</em> a damn good engineer.<br/><br/>Upon arriving, Kal was greeted by a familiar feeling of being crowded. Naturally, he joined the rebels. He had come to live on a planet, not another crowded ship for an undetermined amount of time. Getting exiled again was hardly an awful punishment. Life would be harder than he had expected in this new galaxy, but he wasn't complaining. As long as his life continued being free and interesting, what did he have to complain about?<br/><strong>Talents/Skills:</strong> Being a quarian, Kal'Vaeel has been surrounded by technology his entire life. He has more than a natural knack with machinery, especially now that he has to keep his enviro-suit running on his own. He also has a good handle on his emotions, allowing him to retreat behind an emotionless mask should the need arise.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Other</span></span><br/><strong>Connections:</strong> None, but open to it!<br/><strong>Likes:</strong> The quiet, eavesdropping, tinkering, hitting a direct target with his rifle.<br/><strong>Dislikes:</strong> Being crowded, yelling or loud conversation, overly-touchy people.<br/><strong>Ons/Offs:</strong> Similar to my own.</span></div>[/font]<br/>