ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}
<h1 id="title">Elliquiy Role Playing Forums</h1>
		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Exotic Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Malrunar on 24-08-2021, 02:20:45</h2>
		<dl id="posts">
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 02:20:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"> (https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210824/f7a448762737851a7b4caaf93d5035ba.png) </div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Character Name Goes Here&nbsp; </em>« </span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0YydNMW.png)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Your character's name (include a nickname if you wish to use one) Here's a name generator (https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/mass-effect.php) if you need some ideas!</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> We recommend you be over 25 unless you have a good reason as to why you should break that rule; I.e Salarians might want to be younger.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">What sexuality does your character identify with?</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">All are welcome, with the exception of the Geth or Collectors and non-sapient creatures.&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Where are they from?</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">What is their specialty?</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">What is this character like? How is their temperament? Do they have any quirks? What makes this character likable/frustrating? </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Give us a rundown on your character’s history. We’re asking for a minimum of two paragraphs here.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Three skills that your character might specialize in, plus one unique skill-set that makes them stand out from the rest. </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">I've always believed that flawed characters were the most interesting! Give us a secret: are they impulsive and rash? Quick to anger? What makes them imperfect?&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Please provide a link to your On's and Off's page, no need to list them all out.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Give us two lies and one truth here, but don’t indicate which is which.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">What is commonly on your character at all times? Do they travel light? Or are they bogged down and slow because they are a borderline hoarder?</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<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> <br><hr> <br><div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[center][size=12pt]»[i]&nbsp; Character Name Goes Here&nbsp; [/i]« [/center]<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>[floatleft][img height=250 padding=10]https://i.imgur.com/0YydNMW.png[/img][/floatleft]<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Name:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Your character's name (include a nickname if you wish to use one) Here's a [url=https://www.fantasynamegenerators.com/mass-effect.php]name generator[/url] if you need some ideas![/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Age:-[/b] [font=ariel black] We recommend you be over 25 unless you have a good reason as to why you should break that rule; I.e Salarians might want to be younger.[/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Sexuality:-[/b] [font=ariel black]What sexuality does your character identify with?[/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Race:-[/b] [font=ariel black]All are welcome, with the exception of the Geth or Collectors and non-sapient creatures.&nbsp; [/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Birthplace:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Where are they from?[/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Role:-[/b] [font=ariel black]What is their specialty?[/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Personality Traits:-[/b] [font=ariel black]What is this character like? How is their temperament? Do they have any quirks? What makes this character likable/frustrating? [/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Synopsis:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Give us a rundown on your character’s history. We’re asking for a minimum of two paragraphs here.[/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Skills:-[/b] [font=ariel black] Three skills that your character might specialize in, plus one unique skill-set that makes them stand out from the rest. [/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Weaknesses and Flaws:-[/b] [font=ariel black]I've always believed that flawed characters were the most interesting! Give us a secret: are they impulsive and rash? Quick to anger? What makes them imperfect?&nbsp; [/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Kinks:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Please provide a link to your On's and Off's page, no need to list them all out.[/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Rumors:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Give us two lies and one truth here, but don’t indicate which is which.[/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>[b]Equipment:-[/b] [font=ariel black]What is commonly on your character at all times? Do they travel light? Or are they bogged down and slow because they are a borderline hoarder?[/font]<br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br>[center][img height=200]https://i.imgur.com/mtRzyzC.png[/img] [img height=200]https://i.imgur.com/UueCzuS.png[/img] [img height=200]https://i.imgur.com/lBKJLOO.png[/img] [img height=200]https://i.imgur.com/Ahokz30.png[/img] [/center]</code></pre>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 02:45:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Samantha “Sam” Adams&nbsp; </em>« </span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Samantha Adams</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 29 Years</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Demi-sexual</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Human&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">California, Earth born. Raised on Shanxi.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">M.D, specializing in Xeno-biology</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Compassionate | Easy-going | Personable | Brave | Altruistic |&nbsp; Strong-willed | Optimistic</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Medicine was in her blood; it came from her father’s side of the family which was enriched with a long line of doctors and scientists who looked to solve some of the more complex questions rising to the surface of humanity. Her family was known for their contributions in resolving crises such as pandemics triggered in densely populated areas, eezo poisoning from exposure, and even the strange biotic phenomenon this sometimes induced. While her uncles and aunts went into the study of biotics, Samantha’s father was interested in the more traditional form of medicine. "I don't have the patience to sit and ask questions," He often said. "I need to keep my hands busy. I'm not a thinker."<br><br>James joined the Alliance Navy in which he served as a doctor with honors. Yet before he was able to open his own practice and settle into his twilight years, the First Contact war broke out upon alien discovery, changing everything for humanity.<br><br>Samantha’s father was part of the Second Fleet who swept into Turian occupied Shanxi and evicted them from the human colony. He was also one of the six hundred and twenty-three human lives lost in the three-month conflict. Samantha and her mother watched from the ground as his ship was shot down, and once more Samantha was forced to endure a change that rocked the foundations of all she knew.<br><br>The death of Samantha’s father destroyed her mother, who took to heavy drinking and wasted away with grief. This left the young woman all alone, but Samantha looked to honor her family by dedicating herself to medicine and learning about the new alien species. Her paper on emergency medicine used at the battle of Shanxi regarding turian biology and its variance to humans earned her a full scholarship to fund further research and cover the costs of her continued studies. And it was her contributions to the Sirta Foundation’s development of Medi-Gel adaptation to xeno-physiology that put Sam on the Citadel’s radar, as well as Alliance brass.<br><br>She was contacted by the Alliance military shortly after her paper was published, and while Sam refused their offer to join their ranks, she didn’t turn down the opportunity to further her studies by working at one of the safest, and generously funded research labs in Citadel controlled space. Enlil promised to fulfill her curiosity, and she hoped that the quiet nights might finally quiet the echoes of nightmares that still clamored inside her head.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><span class="bbc_u">- Light Footed:</span> She isn’t combat trained, but Sam can be as quiet as a mouse if the situation required it. Plus, her small stature makes hiding rather easy.<br><span class="bbc_u">- Resourceful: </span>She’s able to think outside of the box, and adapt and thrive in most situations.<br><span class="bbc_u">- Charismatic:</span> People don’t usually end up putting a gun in her face. She can talk down those in distress and keeps cool under pressure.<br><strong><span class="bbc_u">*** Xeno-biology:</span></strong> As one of the leading experts in the field, Samantha is able to treat the ailments of any of the sapient citadel species rather than relying on medi-gel.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>- Work ethics. Sometimes it's impossible to tear her away from the job or to sit back and relax.<br>- She will do nearly anything to save a life, and to keep others from harm. Even if this means she must put herself at risk.<br>- Horrible liar. She can't keep a poker face well and can be honest to a fault.<br>- Sense of isolation. She is friendly and outgoing and will give anyone who needs one an ear, but she keeps her thoughts close to her chest and finds it difficult to open up to others or put herself as a priority.&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">On/Off list. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326072.msg15622941#msg15622941)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>-?-</strong> The only reason she survived Pandora’s Hope was that Samantha was the one responsible for the release of this strange virus. Intentional or accidental - does it really matter?<br><strong>-?-</strong> Sam was temporarily a POW during Shanxi.<br><strong>-?-</strong> She harbors a deep resentment to aliens because of her past: the only reason she puts so much dedication into her work is that she's eager to learn their weaknesses. Why else would the Alliance military keep such a sharp eye on her studies? <br></span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Samantha travels light. She carries a medical bag on her at all times, an omni-tool, and is armed with a pistol that she hasn’t had to use… yet.</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/oZEHthJ.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/9yzewHb.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/V5vOsNn.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/EfMQuFv.jpg) </div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 03:33:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"> (https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210122/8a5dfbcb6d5b80dac192d6cc0297befc.png) </div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Luus Remiril&nbsp; </em>« </span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><acronym title="Loose">Luus</acronym> Remeril</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 47</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Turian.&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Vir, Palaven</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Mercenary</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Calm | Flirtatious | Adrenaline chaser | Emotionally Repressed | Secretly Sappy | Occasionally Hotheaded </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">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.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <br><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <em>Biotic Charge</em>: Of the cabal's biotics, he was one of the most recklessly inclined<br><em>Singularity</em>: Often used as a set up for a biotic explosion or as a safe landing zone.<br><em>Close Quarters Battle</em>: He is best trained with an M-9 Tempest SMG and his trusty Phaeston assault rifle, both of which have access to incendiary rounds.<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Flameburst Venom Blade</em></span>: All cabal members are offered venom blades, capable of poisoning through a precise cut or a spray of deadly mist, but Luus has modified his blade to instead spray flames.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Luus' pent up anger has a tendency to burst at unexpected times. It only happens every once in awhile and is usually directed at the enemy, and that is enough reasoning for him to never bring it up to anyone. He also holds a distrust of authority, especially the military kind, and expects them to screw him over at the drop of a hat. He also, sadly, has a heart, which can be deadly for a merc. For the most part he keeps it nice and frozen, but sometimes somebody has to save the stupid cat.&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255584.0)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">He once killed and ate a klixen on Tuchanka, impressing quite a few krogan. He has a pet varren named Stuffy that he feeds his enemies to. He killed his last partner. </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Cigars, M-9 Tempest submachine gun, Phaeston AR, Venomblade, helmet with rebreather, few grenades, medi-gel, incendiary SMG and AR rounds</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<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><hr>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 03:43:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>Jorgal Drack</em>« </span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/kOfnT10.png[/img)</div><strong>Name:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Jorgal Drack</span><br><strong>Age:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 769</span><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Heterosexual</span><br><strong>Race:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Krogan </span><br><strong>Birthplace:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Tuchanka</span><br><strong>Occupation:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Scout/Assassin</span><br><strong>Personality Traits:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Aggressive | Belligerent | Blunt | Boisterous | Nurturing | Patient | Pragmatic | Resolute | Studious</span><br><strong>Synospsis:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">According to Drack, he was born several centuries too late to participate in the Krogan Rebellion wars.&nbsp; Not that he would have made a difference in the end, he admits, but because he missed out on some of the best fighting to ever be had.&nbsp; Post-genophage, he was one of the lucky ones to survive birth, surrounded by his stillbirth siblings.&nbsp; Drack was a fighter, he was born a fighter, and in a galaxy that was now rigged against his species, he was going to fight.<br><br>Life before he left Tuchanka was filled with training and fighting against his peers.&nbsp; With no natural biotic abilities, he was never going to become a battlemaster, but that wasn't going to stop him from attaining mastery in the art of war and killing in his own way.&nbsp; And in his own way he did, distinguishing himself not as a frontline combatant, but as a scout.&nbsp; It took a long time to learn the art of stealth, and even longer to become proficient at it, but grinding away paid off in the end.&nbsp; When it was time for him to leave his homeworld and experience the galaxy, it was with considerable skills beneath his belt.<br><br>Life after Tuchanka was still filled with training, but this time the fighting was against under all sorts of banners and against all sorts of species.&nbsp; Like many Krogans, he became a mercenary, and after seven hundred years of combat experience, he has fought almost everywhere, for and against everyone.&nbsp; While he enjoyed taking contracts that pit him against Salarians and Turians the most, he was not above working alongside them.&nbsp; Their money was as good as anyone else's after all, and what better way to learn how to kill them better than to fight beside them for a time.&nbsp; The lull between conflicts was not spent idle, instead he studied and visited various uninhabited planets, learned how to survive there, and killed any interesting wildlife.<br><br>More recently, his first encounter with Humans was made in his preferred manner: fighting.&nbsp; He participated in one battle and only managed to kill a handful of them before the battle was over and he had to retreat with the rest of the Turian forces.&nbsp; Drack was eager to resume the fighting when the Turians were about to mobilize a larger force, but unfortunately the council stepped in and ended the conflict.&nbsp; Missing out on another big war, the Krogan took to smaller jobs for the time being.</span><br><strong>Skills:</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Infiltration:</strong> Drack is a master of stealth despite being over seven feet tall and 250+ kgs.&nbsp; He has basic knowledge of hacking and disabling security systems.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Combat:</strong> His combat style involves sniping targets from afar or getting close with a melee weapon and pistol, of which he has a lot of experience with.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Survival:</strong> He's able to survive in many different environments and has done so often alone and without much in the way of resources.&nbsp; Tracking is a particular specialty of his.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Unique - The Weight of Years:</strong> Drack has centuries of experience as a mercenary.&nbsp; He's seen it all, done it all, and twice on Sundays.</span></li></ul><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Drack isn't just a Krogan, but KROGAN.&nbsp; His willingness to follow orders and respect for authority is questionable at best and has a casual attitude towards violence.&nbsp; With over seven centuries of experience under his belt, he can be a little condescending towards anyone younger or less inexperienced than him, which is almost everyone he meets.&nbsp; He also holds a grudge against the Salarians for making the genophage, the Turians for using it and the council for rewarding the turians for using it.&nbsp; Since the appearance of Humans on the galactic stage, he's interested in probing their strengths and weaknesses, which might lead to some friction.</span><br><strong>Kinks:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=13954)</span><br><strong>Rumors:</strong> <ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Was responsible for the assassination of a high ranking Salarian official but there was no evidence to prove it was him.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Once got arrested on the Citadel for public indecency.&nbsp; Mysteriously, all charges were dropped.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Was the head chef of what is now a thriving chain of family restaurants on Illium.</span></li></ul><strong>Equipment:</strong><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Widow anti-material sniper rifle</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Carnifex pistol</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Krogan combat knife</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Krogan medium armor, with environmental and vacuum systems</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Omni-tool</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Tactical cloak</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Assortment of grenades (smoke, stun, frag, incendiary etc) that can either be primed, timed or remote detonated.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Survival gear</span></li></ul><strong>Notes:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Has two asari daugthers, Aleena and Miani, and an Asari granddaughter, Kasha.&nbsp; He has never married or bonded.&nbsp; Viella D'aix is his older sister.</span><br><div align="center">(https://cdn.staticneo.com/ca/mass_effect_3_conceptart_dieJn.jpg)</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>24-08-2021, 09:53:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em> Captain Galeaus Centuri, of the Corvidae</em>« </span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/2a/7b/062a7b89e65aade4f736c10f2702987c.jpg)</div><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Galeaus Centuri</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Thirty-Seven</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Bisexual</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Turian</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Invictus</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Spectre</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">| Detail Oriented | Sensible | Independent | Anti-Authoritative | Optimistic | Compassionate | Snarky | <br><br>Galeaus is a no-nonsense captain, as befitting a Turian spectre. His former military life shows a preference for clear and obvious hierarchies, and the idea of one 'knowing their role'. Perhaps then, it is interesting how hypocritical Galeaus himself can be on this point, frequently standing in opposition to the Turian Heirarchy and – in particular – its military branch. This came to ahead some five years ago when, in protest of a particularly egregious case of favourtism and a botching of one of his sponsored protogee's attempts to attain a higher tier in the Heirarchy, Galeaus made his frustrations obvious by publicly scrubbing his facial markings.<br><br>How this manifests on his ship is a sort of On-the-Clock/Off-the-clock divide. He is the captain who would happily buy his crew the first round of drinks after a mission well done, but would chew the crew out the next day if they came to work hungover. He is orderly, perhaps to a fault, and likes it when things work as they should, although that doesn't mean he is one to fold under pressure or disorder. Chaos is his legacy, after all, and overcoming Chaos is what led to his ascension to Spectrehood.&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Born as most Turians were, to a military family on the colony world of Invictus, Galeaus joined the military and thrived in his early years. He was mercifully young enough to miss the First Contact War and the Shanxi incident, and he lived through the social whiplash that came with propaganda first resenting Humanity, and then learning to live with it, until finally they became trusted trading partners. <br><br>Still, Galeaus continued to serve with distinction, eventually graduating from his military service and joining C-Sec. He was sponsored for the move not by a Turian, but by the Asari Councillor of all people. At first, this was a political stunt, but it would prove to be an incredible stroke of luck. Galeaus climbed to be the second in command under only the Executor himself when the Turian managed to thwart an attempted assassination attempt on the Council. Taking an injury in the line of duty, Galeaus had infinite praise heaped upon him, and the same Asari Councillor would be the one to suggest him for Spectre Status. The Salarian Councillor, happy to be alive, agreed eagerly; and the Turian Councillor relented eventually.<br><br>For the last five years, Galeaus has served as an exemplary Spectre. His efforts tend to lean towards the altruistic, and he rarely has to lean outside of the boundaries of the law...<br><br>...rarely, but not always.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Heavy Weapons Specialist</em>: Galeaus is a skilled marksman, but specialises in Overwhelming force over the subtler arts. Shotguns and Assault Rifles are one thing – and he is certainly no slouch with either - but nothing beats the 'Ka-thunk' of an ML-77 unfurling on one's shoulder, and while a Missile Launcher might not be suitable for every situation, grenades and explosive packs are equally versatile and potent when wielded by this Explosive aficionado.</span> </li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Eye for Detail</em>: Galeaus has never claimed to be the best shot in the Galaxy, or even on his ship. Snipers are experts at focusing in on minute details, but Galeaus' eye is best served for the big picture. Whether it's experience, intelligence, or something more than that, Galeaus tends to be particularly adept at feeling out ambushes, or noticing numbers of enemies, or other field-wide details, which makes him especially good when combined with...</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Captain's Orders</em>: Galaeus is a good leader. His detail oriented nature, as well as his toughness and longevity, mean that he will be in the fight to notice where best to move the pieces at his disposal. Have a Vanguard ready? There's a perfect target on the right flank. Engineer at your disposal? Set up a choke point on the left entrance, as that's where the next wave will come from.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Personal Skill – Spectre's Grit:</em> A History of esteemed military service, thwarting assassination attempts, tough Spectre outings, and a near-pathological need to take the hardest route in order to do 'the right thing' has made Galaeus tough. Not just physically, but Galeaus has the mental fortitute to survive and thrive. One does not simply take out a Spectre, after all.</span> </li></ul><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Galeaus suffers from a strange sort of Imposter Syndrome that means he'll often dismiss his own efforts; simply because 'It was the right thing to do.' This can lead to a martyr-like hero syndrome that pushes him to take greater risks and demand more from himself than he might of others. Galeaus tends to overwork himself and keep pushing the boundary of what is healthy and reasonable, all the way until it breaks him, or the mission is done. Combine that with his scepticism of authority figures, and this also creates a very isolated world for Galeaus to occupy, with his crew forming his only real circle of trust which, when you consider they are paid and sworn to listen to him? Can create a creeping paranoia when things turn for the worst.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Ons-and-Offs (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236929.0)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>- Galeaus has a hatred for reporters, punching them in the face should they ever try to speak to him without arranging a prior meeting.<br>- Galeaus' favourite shop on the Citadel is, in fact, an exotic pet store. He finds their Fish delicious.<br>- In his private quarters, Galeaus has a collection of watches.<br>- Galeaus practices a form of Religious Belief that goes against the Spiritual focused norm of Turians.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Omnitool; Omnigel; Frag, EMP, and Biotic Grenades; M-15 Vindicator; ML-77 Missile Launcher; Brawler IX Pistol; Medigel. Heavy Turian Armour.<br></span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center">(https://cdn.shortpixel.ai/spai/w_956+q_lossy+ret_img+to_webp/https://vulkk.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/11/ANTHEM-Featured-Store-Turian-Armor-Pack-Ranger-Front.jpg) </div> 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 01:58:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>Zelgraviana "Zel" Belstris&nbsp; </em>« </span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.redd.it/1q26kfsme4ry.png)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Zelgraviana "Zel" Belstris</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 27</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual, lightly</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Salarian&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Erinle</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Scientist, with a specialty in chemistry</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Zel is a very friendly salarian, often ready with a smile even for strangers. Partially due to her curiosity, but mostly just as a quirk, she has an unusually high sex drive for a salarian, in the sense that she is willing to have carnal relations for pleasure rather than the strict business-only method of most salarians.<br><br>On the other hand, she does have a tendency to ramble if she gets on a tangent, especially if discussing chemistry, and her endless curiosity can cause issues if left unchecked ("Zel, why did the power just turn off?"). She also has a tendency to ignore social norms about suitable subjects, her morbid curiosity often causing "Did I say that out loud" moments. </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Female salarians are usually diplomats, kept cloistered away on their homeworld to lead the clans to greatness, continue the grand dynasty of their bloodline. So boring. Zelgraviana has never enjoyed boring, and it didn't take long for her curiosity about alternate options in life to lead her to sneak onto a cargo ship heading off of Erinle and, unbeknownst to her, Omega. Not exactly the safest place to begin with, and her curiosity caused her quite a bit of trouble early on, although her biotic abilities allowed her to survive long enough to gain the attention of the Blue Suns. Noting her talent for chemistry, they used her naivety to formulate various drugs, providing her the chemicals. That kept her going for a couple of years, but once again, her curiosity caused that fountain to dry up...or rather, burn up in a fire after she decided to test what would happen if chemical A and B interacted. <br><br>With a rudimentary understanding in chemistry (and an unknown criminal record on Omega, not that anyone was going to waste time tracking her down), Zel went from planet to planet and lab to lab, usually spending one or two years improving her craft before moving on. It wasn't always because of her causing an accident in the lab through "testing", having learned her lesson on Omega from that. Zel just never really felt like she fit into a permanent lab situation. Life was discovering new objects, interactions, molecules. Each planet only had so much to offer. OK, there were a couple of minor explosions. That's the cost of chemical discovery. She made sure the rooms were fireproof first. <br><br>Her latest work in a lab on Daphne IV is a bit quiet, and being her 6th posting since leaving Omega, the quiet has started to bother her. Of course, she is going to get more excitement than she bargained for...and as much as she can hope for. </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Barrier: As a rare biotic salarian, Zel is capable of shoring up her defenses with a Barrier, buying her time to get to cover or shield against her chemical explosions if necessary.<br><br>Throw: As with her barrier, Zel often uses her biotic abilities to knock opponents off their feet and into walls, or to launch her vials further than she could throw them physically.<br><br>Cryo Omni-Blade Expert: Over the years, Zel has trained herself to use her omni-blade for close quarters combat, due to the high risk of firearms setting off one of the vials she carries in a bag. For the same risk reason, she uses an icy blade due to concerns about sparks or fire.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">Chemical Knowledge</span>: She is not only highly familiar with how chemicals react, she has planned for it in combat. As laid out in her supplies, she has multiple combinations of chemicals that, when combined, can cause anything from a fiery explosion to a blinding flash of light.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">As mentioned, she has a tendency to dismiss her safety for the sake of curiosity. While it would be unfair to say warning labels were inspired by the likes of Zel, it would be accurate to say that she would need details on the warning labels of consequences to prevent her from taking said label as inspiration. Don't just tell her "don't push the button". She'll push it, and blame you when she gets shocked. Not that telling her she'll get shocked will necessarily stop her...she may want to know HOW BADLY she'll get shocked.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=335622.msg15960856#msg15960856</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Rumor 1: She has been fired from 4 labs because of causing explosions.<br><br>Rumor 2: The scars on her torso are from her Blue Suns days, and are an indication that her leaving Omega was not as entirely clean cut as she claims.<br><br>Rumor 3: She was fired from a lab after being caught in a compromising position with her supervisor.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Zel tends to travel light, with three bags on her at all time, each large enough for ten 100 mL bottles. One bag has bottles filled with simple water. The second bag has 3 bottles of sodium (combines with water to make an explosion), 2 bottles of potassium (see sodium), 3 bottles of phosphorous, and 2 bottles of flash powder. The final bag has 2 bottles of magnesium powder (combines with the flash powder to create a flashbang effect), 3 bottles of chlorine (combines with the phosphorous in an oxygenated atmosphere to make white phosphorous, a flammable substance), and 5 empty bottles in case she comes across potentially useful/interesting compounds. She also has an omni-tool, set up with a scanner to detect compounds and an omni-blade altered to utilize cryo technology rather than electric or thermal. This is achieved through a specially designed glove she wears on her left hand that briefly cools the omni-tool down without causing damage to her hand.</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<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>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>25-08-2021, 01:59:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Io'Lanthe nar Voormis&nbsp; </em>« </span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/879813864601026560/zLcxUi.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Io'Lanthe nar Voormis</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">28</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Asexual</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Quarian</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">The Migrant Fleet</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Mercenary</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Witty | Blunt | Jaded | Pessimistic | | Materialistic | Brash | Compassionate | Needs Validation | Introverted</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">People don't like Quarians for a lot of reasons. For one; they leave the worst of their kind on planets like crapping out a hot pile of shit. This was the fate of Io'Lanthe nar Voormis; left behind on a random moon of a random planet before she even had the chance to undertake her Pilgrimage. Good thing she was left on a Turian colony; at least they ate the same food as her. Otherwise, she might've died right there and then. The reason for her banishment is kept secret by the tight-lipped Quarian, as many things about her are. <br><br>With only her suit on her back, Io was forced into a life on the streets in the beautiful and prosperous city of Enlil, stealing and doing jobs no one else wanted just to survive another day. Eventually, she developed a kind of knack for it, stealing things, and also learned to tell people what they wanted to hear. She was soon picked up by a gang of Turian criminals that operated out of the less beautiful part of the city, using her for various odd jobs and heists. She was small, talented, and no one was afraid of a Quarian, after all.<br><br>Hard work does pay off, even when it's hard work liberating people of their hard earned money. The leader of the gang deemed Io fit to be one of them, and started to train her to be a mercenary; shooting, combat, street smarts. She took after him and picked up his favorite weapon, the sniper rifle, and proved to be a natural at popping people's heads with it. Life slowly turned around for the better. She was starting to save up a little, maybe even think about retiring one day and enjoying her life. <br><br>Well, until this whole thing happened that is. Now she finds herself holed up with this doctor in some xenobiology center, the sole survivor of her gang. <br></span> <br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Great Shot:</strong> Io rarely misses a shot, especially from long ranges where she has time to prepare and aim properly. She boasts that she has never missed a single shot with her Mantis sniper rifle.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Dirty Fightin':</strong> She'll kick you in the balls and then smash in your nose. Io isn't afraid to fight dirty; you can't be when the world is rigged against you.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Kleptomaniac:</strong> Having grown up having to steal for survival, Io's deft fingers are well versed in borrowing things without permission.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>[Unique] Street Kid:</strong> As she's lived on Enlil for nearly half her life, Io knows the ins and outs of the city like the back of her hand. Not to mention she has connections in the highest of places and the lowest of cesspits, and has the street smarts and elegance to navigate through either with ease.</span></li></ul><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Technologically Inept:</strong> Quarians are renowned as great scientists, engineers, and mechanics. Well, she ain't one of 'em. She knows how to work her rifle, and that's good enough for her.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Money Talks:</strong> Io grew up having nothing, and still has nothing. The value of money is more impressioned upon her than most, and there's little she wouldn't do for those sweet sweet credits. Employers are only good to her as long as they can pay her.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Lone Wolf:</strong> Teamwork isn't exactly her forte. The Quarian isolationist nature, her preference for stealthy and long-ranged combat, and her introvertedness mean she's best suited for one-woman missions.</span></li></ul> <br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">On/Offs List (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328431.0)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">The reason she was banished from the Migrant fleet was that she killed her father.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">She longs to return to the Migrant Fleet one day.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">In her spare time, she likes to try her hand at dancing.</span></li></ul> <br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Io likes to travel light and be constantly moving; call it the Quarian genes. She has to wear her environmental suit at all times to survive, and over the years, has modified it to be more 'her', adding purple accents and often wears a long, ragged purple overcoat over it. Her main weapon is the M-92 Mantis sniper rifle, and she also carries the M-3 Predator pistol for close-ranged combat. A simple karambit, worn from years of use, is her go-to melee weapon. An assortment of smoke and frag grenades, along with some medi-gel and ammo, are carried in little pouches on her belt.</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/879813864986927164/76483bba6762987132caba73af1b1189.jpg) (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/805608801994670092/879813865309876234/93fe8921f02aa3228e842c833f14f168.jpg)</div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>27-08-2021, 03:50:50</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Mischa Harms&nbsp; </em>« </span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ztzn712.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Mischa Harms</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 40</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Asexual</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Human</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Yukon Territory, Canada</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Soldier (Team Spectre)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Cold | Aloof | Determined | Fearless | Dependable | Guilty | Self-Destructive</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Mischa was born in Canada on Earth. His childhood on Earth was unremarkable, and he enlisted in the Alliance military at a young age. His performance was generally adequate but mostly unremarkable. He would remain in the Alliance for some years. During this time his extended family - father, mother, and two sisters - became part of a human colony in the Attican Traverse. Somewhat predictably, that colony came under attack by Batarian slavers and Mischa's father was killed, his mother crippled and left for dead, and his sisters taken as slaves. The Alliance staged a counter-attack and rescue mission, and Mischa distinguished himself with the most kills on the ground. Sadly for Mischa, his sisters were lost to the slave trade and not recovered in the mission. This resulted in Mischa leaving the Alliance military to independently pursue the matter.<br><br>The pursuit was not inexpensive, and Mischa turned to mercenary work to supplement his search. He worked with the Blue Suns, eager for any mission that pitted them against Batarians. Injuries sustained during Mischa's personal crusade resulted in the man seeking out unsanctioned augmentations, including a skeletal lattice, microfiber weave, and lattice shunting in order to keep up. His lower jaw and parts of his neck were blown off in one firefight, requiring cybernetic replacement. Another saw his right arm below the elbow damaged beyond repair and replaced with a cybernetic prosthesis. When the Blue Suns started to shift towards the slave trade and there was a change in leadership, Mischa violently parted ways with the organization and went freelance.<br><br>Luck finally secured a lead for Mischa on his sisters. He found them ultimately, in Omega of all places. They were no longer the women he remembered - years of the ravages of drugs and slavery left them unrecognizable. Mischa murdered them, rather than have them exist in a manner he found contemptible. He justified it as freeing them from an abusive existence in the moment, but later he would be wracked with guilt not only for his despicable action but for failing to rescue them while there was still something to be saved. Mischa almost turned to drugs and alcohol to cope himself, but whenever he purchased either with the intent of drowning his sorrows his memory returned to the drug-wasted appearance of his sisters. He could not reduce himself to that, and more, he knew he did not deserve even a moment's respite from his guilt. <br><br>Mischa continued as a freelance mercenary. He selected, in the main, for contracts that targeted Batarians, but so long as it was not slaving he was not too picky. <br><br>[space to explain current allegiance]</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <br>- Fortification: Augmented for defense, allowing Mischa to withstand massive damage.<br>- Tungsten Ammo: Advanced tungsten carbide rounds in discarding sabots to punch through the hardest targets and cover.<br>- Hardened Adrenaline Rush:&nbsp; Endorphins block out pain and trauma, and reduce damage taken.<br>- <strong>Unique</strong>: Living Dead Man: Mischa is able to withstand truly inhuman amounts of damage and continue to function. He wears the heaviest armour and uses the heaviest weapons thanks to the augmentations he has subjected himself to. </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Mischa does not want to form attachments, but often does, frequently to his regret. He does not want to get hurt again the way he was when his family was destroyed. There is a special hatred in his heart for Batarians, and the things he has done to them are truly unspeakable. In combat, Mischa frequently experiences a certain degree of dissociation and frequently puts himself in harm's way: he has a death wish. Mischa is not on good terms with the Blue Suns and has strong objections to working with them. He will, begrudgingly, if it is absolutely needed.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">O &amp; O thread (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=35549.0)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>- A group of Batarians out for revenge once caught up to Mischa and hanged him. It did not take.<br>- Many of the augmentations done to Mischa are illegal and he cannot return to Alliance space.<br>- Mischa lost his arm shoving a grenade down a Krogan's throat.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>- M-76 Revenant<br>- Executioner Pistol, pair<br>- M-451 Firestorm<br>- Knife, solid state with monomolecular edge<br>- Heavy armour; a one-off design the includes an over the shoulder fragmentation grenade launcher and solid state monomolecular-edged blade beneath left arm</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/eG1CtuA.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/Ls6PnPv.jpg) </div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>27-08-2021, 12:30:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Jarv Valak&nbsp; </em>« </span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://64.media.tumblr.com/cc9cf901ea0624deecb41c680c21c2f0/tumblr_p2el30QIkb1vv8bc4o1_500.png)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Jarv Valak</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 43</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Batarian&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Kar'Shan</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Soldier, assault specialist, amateur cook</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">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>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">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.&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;- 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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;- 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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;- 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>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;- <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>&nbsp;<br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">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>&nbsp;<br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Gaze ye mighty (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=61420)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><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>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Tempest Submachine Gun, well worn medium body armour, over a dozen grenades, gauntlet gloves, earthling cookbook, Predator Pistol, Hegemony military combat knife</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<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>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>28-08-2021, 01:59:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Viella D'aix&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EJI9C1cUcAA3cZa?format=jpg&amp;name=4096x4096)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Viella D'aix</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 970</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Demisexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Asari</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">The <em>Vespira</em></span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Soldier</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Earnest | Justice-oriented | Resolute | Fearless | Affectionate | Socially Poor | A little scary<br><br>Viella tends to come off as aloof and distant, if not cold. This may be due to her quieter nature and adherence to the principle of speaking plainly and honestly or, if you honesty hurts unnecessarily, remaining silent. She has a tendency to step silently, often appearing when people least expect her and failing to ease them with the suave words she always fails to deliver. This does nothing to fix the aloofness problem.</span><br><br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Viella was born on a ship, the <em>Vespira</em>, while in orbit in asari space. Her mother was a diplomat who found herself due earlier than expected, and her krogan father was on Tuchanka, mating with every female he could gruff talk into his bed. As she's been told, the first thing she did when she was born was stare out at the vast emptiness of space in wonder. <br><br>Then came the crying.<br><br>Growing up, Viella's mother, Arelai, tried to teach her of the tact and poise of diplomatic conversation, but she found playing with her toy sword much more enthralling, particularly whenever she could lay her eyes on a Justicar vid or, better, live action play. The Justicars were one of the elements of pretty much every asari's childhood that taught her of the greatness rooted in her people's tradition and laws, and Viella fell in love with the idea stronger than anyone she knew. The Justicars had a Code; a thing that unquestionably told them right from wrong, and as long as they followed it, they were heroes.<br><br>Whenever Arelai returned from a mission, she was hard pressed to not find her daughter training her combat skills or body. More and more, she asked about the Justicars Arelai met in her job, and about the krogan family she had hailed from; the strength and brutality of them, which seemed so novel. <br><br>It came as no surprise when Viella reached her Maiden stage and left to join up with a mercenary outfit. She reveled in the freedom and the ease of the adrenaline-boosting violence. There was none of her mother's diplomatic talk here. By the time the mercs were called in, diplomacy was near its end. <br><br>She parted with the mercenary company on devastating terms--with most of her squad dead and a fresh gash torn across the side of her head. After this infuriating defeat, she wandered all but aimlessly, picking fights wherever she went. She joined up with other mercs, but it was never quite the same. The remainder of the hundred odd years since she'd left her family home was one full of sex, violence, music, and hard earned credits, but also of creeping loneliness. <br><br>In that time, she decided to form a code of her own, not nearly as extensive and heroic as that hinted at in the Justicar vids, but one that brought her some sense of stability and honor. She named her line, drifted from operations that crossed it, and for awhile it was enough to toe it, even if it meant going solo at times, or taking the lesser payout to focus on rescue ops and the like. Her code kept her resolve and sense of personal honor strong, but it also worsened her isolation, and began to turn her cold.<br><br>---<br><br>Then, she got it into her mind to visit Tuchanka. It was a place of violence, and of family, thought she didn't know a single one of them. Not until she met her half-brother, Jorgal Drack: carrier of their father's legacy in a tiny, adorable package. The krogan of Tuchanka were at first hesitant to trust the asari, young and uncomplicit in the wars though she claimed to be, but once she convinced them that she was indeed another child of the Jorgal clan, she was given some privilege, and plenty of jealous scorn. She weathered this, however, as the moment she'd laid eyes on the ball of furious delight that was her brother, she knew that she had to spend time with him. To help him train and grow strong; to teach him of the bonds of family and the importance of keeping to a code.<br><br>She watched him grow up, near-raising him in her last Maiden years. It was a strange adventure, but one that fulfilled her. And that hunger for excitement and battle she'd inherited from her father was more than sated on the monstrosity filled wasteland.<br><br>Then, Dracky grew up, he fulfilled his rite of passage, and she entered her Matron stage. It was a strange time, one of self-reflection, of seeking purpose. And night by night, her answer became all the clearer. Her personal code had brought her success, but grief, and watching Dracky grow up brought some purpose and meaning back to it. But now, her code revealed itself for what it was: a pale imitation; purposeless and weakly backed. A list of limits she could overstep at any time should the mood strike. She'd been nothing but a violent whelp whose only real respectable triumph was seeing her brother survive puberty. It was time to make something of herself, as she'd dreamed of doing in childhood.<br><br>So she sought a new code. The only Code. And with it, a new purpose in life.<br><br>She bid her brother farewell, promising that if they both survived what life threw their way, they would see each other again.<br><br>---<br><br>She survived the Justicars' challenges by the skin of her teeth and with more than a few scars to show for it. The process was even more rigorous and deadly than she'd been warned. She barely survived, and her reward for seeing many of her fellow initiates stumble, fall, and perish, was a swearing in to a new way of life. To a simpler life, where her purpose could never be questioned and her acts would be legendary.<br><br>It wasn't as pretty as the vids and rumors said, of course. She overstepped her previous boundaries several times in her hundreds of years as a Justicar, all in service to the undying Code. It was a bloody service, but one which she clung to, as there were many a moment when her actions--her violence--helped change lives for the better. She was not alone, she had the Code. She was no violent Maiden whelp, she was honorable. And though she'd learned that honor and heroism were not one in the same, she could say that overall, she was a positive force on the galaxy. And with that knowledge, mixed with age, came a mellowness and sureness she'd always hoped to have.<br><br>---<br><br>Then came the day she would rather not think of, let alone speak of. The day she followed the Code for the last time. And after that day, she resigned, heartbroken and scraping up the pieces of the honor she once thought unbreakable.<br><br>It's been fifty years since she left the order, and in that fifty years she has traveled, worked as a merc for questionable clients (to poor outcomes), and worked for the Council on and off. Unbeknownst to her, this latest 'on' period is shaping up to be...unique. </span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <br><em>Throw:</em> Often used to detonate a biotically infused foe or to send any other flying at dangerous speeds.<br><em>Blade and Bow:</em> She has trained in the use of many weapon types over her long life, but her swordsmanship and archery are by far the most impressive.<br><em>Annihilation Field:-</em> Viella wills for a destructive aura of biotic energy, which harms and primes or detonates targets around her. She does not use it often in team scenarios given its danger to allies.<br><span class="bbc_u"><em>Biotic Blink:</em></span> Depending on her level of concentration, Viella can use her biotic ability to step into one space and out of another a short to medium distance away.<br></span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>-- Cold-Blooded Justice-Seeker:- She carries with her a personal sense of justice, and can easily go overboard and carrying it out. This is a bad habit picked up from centuries as a Justicar and she is trying her best to be more...subtle.<br>-- Socially Inept: She can be warm and affectionate, but it is more like than not that those who meet her will think her either too stoic or intense. In truth, she prefers listening to speech, because she is quite bad at easing and befriending others with the latter.</span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Ons//Offs (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255584.0)</span><br><br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>- Viella once discovered a conspiracy to destroy starship fuel on Cyone and singlehandedly killed the conspirators. <br>- She once cut a man's hand off for touching her inappropriately.<br>- She can sleep standing and with both eyes open. </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Light armor (as worn in picture above), Asari sword, Combat knife, Omni-Bow.</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg) </div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>28-08-2021, 03:19:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Ashton Chase&nbsp; </em>« </span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uiGYgLb.jpg)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Ashton “Ash” Chase</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 32</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Human</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">York, England. Earth.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Alliance military</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Dry Humor | Easy going | Aloof | Adrenaline junky | Adventurous | Sharp | Bold<br>&nbsp;<br>Ashton has a dry sense of humor, doesn’t ever lose her temper and can shrug off most things that make others sick to their stomach. She has an ‘<em>it is what it is</em>’ outlook on life and doesn’t dwell on uncomfortable situations. Even though she works hard, she isn’t afraid to play even harder. She can have a big mouth that escalates the situation, but when you’re a woman accustomed to violence that’s just another Tuesday.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Growing up on earth didn’t provide Ashton with any fond memories, even if her life was relatively simple. Born into a low-income family, both of her mothers loved her and did their best to raise her, but the Chase family was perfectly content with independence and individualism. She had a roof over her head, an education, and while she wasn’t the best in her studies she excelled in sports. Ashton even managed to get scholarships that offered to put her through university when the time came, but settling into the expected sounded far too tame and boring. So she turned them down, and enlisted into the Marines.<br>&nbsp;<br>The brash and impulsive move was one of the best decisions in her life, or at least that’s the way she looked at it. The training was intense but nothing she couldn’t handle, and while most of her leadership saw her to be a deadbeat who didn’t take life seriously -those with a keen eye saw her true potential and unflinching resolve. She remained cool and calm in combat, didn’t react to violence with fear or a twitchy trigger finger, and always seemed to come up with creative alternatives when it mattered most. Through the years that followed, Ashton was recommended for the N7 program, and for a few years of contentment, the woman was among the elite and felt like she might have a place in the universe after all.<br>&nbsp;<br>But the more she explored, the more she wanted to get away from earth. From earth’s politics. From the xenophobic points of view that her species defended themselves with. Life as a mercenary just didn’t seem like it would ‘fit’, so Ashton found herself spiraling with an inward identity crisis. What she thought would make her happy only seemed to fill widen the chasm in her chest. Did she have any passions outside of adrenaline-laced highs and life-threatening situations? Did she even feel anything at all?<br>&nbsp;<br>Having a heart-to-heart with her commander didn’t provide Ashton with any illuminating realizations, but they both decided that a break and some quiet to ‘think’ and gain perspective would be best. Talent like hers couldn’t afford burn-out, that would only end with a bullet in the head. So she was stationed somewhere without risk and without any lurking danger: Enlil would be good for her. It would give the woman a chance to rest the trigger finger for a few months and maybe, finally, find what truly motivates her.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><span class="bbc_u">- Biotic Charge:</span> She was over there a minute ago… and now that guy has turned into paste against the wall!<br><span class="bbc_u">- Concussive Shot:</span> He was there a minute ago… and now that guy has turned into a smear on the ground!<br><span class="bbc_u">- Overload:</span> That Mech was there a minute ago… and now there are bits scattered like confetti all over the place!<br><span class="bbc_u">***Just an N7 fighting dirty:</span> Ashton’s style is in your face, loud and proud. But the shotgun and her biotics are an effective distraction. She fights dirty, breaks the rules… and has a fondness of using trip-mines when her targets are least expecting...</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>- Commitment Issues. She’s married to her work first. Relationships are really confusing, and she isn’t exactly marriage material.<br>- Cold Blooded: You see one torture interrogation, you’ve seen them all…<br>- Hypocrite: Sure, she's cold-blooded and has a fondness for violence... but some of those commercials about lost animals really make her tear up.&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Find them here. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326072.msg15622941#msg15622941)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>-?-</strong> Her love life is just as dangerous as her professional life… didn’t she use to date that asari, Aria T’Loak?<br><strong>-?-</strong> There is no way an N7 is sent to Enlil to ‘recollect themselves’... the Alliance must be hiding something.<br><strong>-?-</strong> She is absolutely terrified of spiders, and anything with ‘too many legs’.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">She carries the necessities: N7 armor, 47-Mattock heavy rifle, M-27 Scimitar shotgun, various laser trip mines, her omni-tool, and pistol, “for when I feel like bitching about something.”</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg)] (https://i.imgur.com/pVPtswH.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/Ey3kNQB.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/ZKqRtZ2.jpg) </div>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Pandora {Character Sheets}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>snowdrop</strong> on <strong>31-08-2021, 23:12:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Nianna T'Rini&nbsp; </em>« </span></div> <br>&nbsp;<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/V7Vo3Hr.png)</div> <br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Nianna T'Rini</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 79</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Asari&nbsp; </span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Thessia</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Role:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Assassin/Infiltrator; Corvidae Yeoman</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Bubbly | Affectionate | Curious | Excitable | Sassy | Willful | Sensual</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Spend enough time in the Wards of the Citadel, visit enough nightclubs, listen to enough stories, and odds are you'll eventually hear a story or two of Nianna T'Rini. If you happen to meet her, you'll think all those stories must be absolute bullshit. This enthralling, charming, excitable, beautiful young Asari who clearly is more interested in having a good time and partying all around Citadel - surely there's no way she could have done a fraction of all those stories told about her? <br><br>If you want to hire Nianna, you ask around for her. She'll hear the word, and she'll find you. She'll appear out of nowhere, wrap her arms around you, and instantly charm you with her personality and the attention she'll give you. She'll drag you to a suitable club off the beaten path, dance with you, have a couple of drinks with you, and just when you think she's interested in something completely different than business, she'll look you in the eyes and whisper...<br><br>"So. What do you want me for?"<br><br>Your answer can be anything. Assassination? Espionage? Bodyguard work? She can do all of that, if she likes you enough. But she can also be secretary for your business, a bikini-clad dealer for your card game, babysitter for your kids, private dancer for your party, or pilot for your ship. When choosing her jobs, Nianna doesn't discriminate.<br><br>Just make it interesting for her.<br><br></span><hr><br><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Nianna grew up in high societies of Thessia, the Asari homeworld.<br><br>Her mother Salinzia is a renowned actress and up-and-coming politician who had Nianna at an older age. Salinzia's relationship with Nianna's father was a sort of a last fling for her, right before entering her Matriarch stage of life. Nianna's three sisters were all several centuries older than her and rarely around; so, growing up, Nianna was always treated as the youngest one around, the "little girl" of the family. Nianna had a happy childhood, but she grew up always feeling slightly out-of-place and misunderstood. The only person Nianna truly connected with was her father; a quick-minded and adventurous Salarian explorer named Jegort Felt, who loved his Asari daughter dearly... but, alas, due to the difference of their lifespans, died well before Nianna turned thirty.<br><br>Nianna started harboring a somewhat childish resentment towards her mother. She didn't hate her, of course, not really; it was just the sort of a typical teenage rebellion, which for Asari can last for decades! Nianna started craving for adventures on her own. And she wanted to rebel against her mother... at least a little bit.<br><br>Nianna started hanging out at seedier parts of town. She loved clubs and bars and the vibe they gave her. Even though she was barely older than 50, Nianna quickly learned how to charm the bouncers and talk her way into places that may have turned her away for being too young. She took to the nightlife scene like a fish to the water.<br><br>In these shady clubs, Nianna met all kinds of interesting people. She made friends with a group of outlaw Asari mercenaries and guns-for-hire. She loved their company and their stories of all the adventures they’d had all around the galaxy. And when they left Thessia… Nianna, just fifty-two years old, left with them.<br><br>She only left a note for her mother: “Mother, I’ve decided to become an outlaw. Love you. Nianna.”<br><br>That would surely teach her!<br><br>Nianna spent eight years with the group. Her closest friend, a former Asari commando, taught her the art of the Asari sword, which Nianna took to quickly and absolutely loved. But she was mostly used as bait, as distraction, or as someone who can sneak in to steal the prize while the rest of the group handled the firefight. Nianna herself never liked guns much… she considered them crude and boring, while the sword gave her a feeling of beauty and grace in combat.<br><br>Nianna had very purposefully made sure she couldn't be reached or found by her mother. But on her sixtieth birthday, she finally decided it was time to see if her mother had tried to find her. Had she suitably angered her enough with her antics?<br><br>Imagine Nianna's shock and dismay when she realized her mother, now a respected Matriarch and a very wealthy individual, had all these years only left her loving and supportive messages... not to mention, a very generous allowance!<br><br>Perhaps someone else would have been happy about this outcome. But Nianna sure wasn't! She had just turned 60; barely an adult by Asari standards, and she was not yet done with her rebellion against her mother. And what a failure that rebellion had been so far! If her mother wasn't even slightly peeved about her being an outlaw... what was it all for, anyway? What had Nianna been <em>doing </em>these past eight years?<br><br>Nianna remembered something her father had told her. The Salarian lifespan being so short, he had always been eager to experience everything in life as fast as possible. Try one thing, learn what can be learned from it, then move on to the next thing that interests you! That's how he wanted to get the most out of life. And now, that was the kind of life Nianna wanted to live, too.<br><br>Nianna bought an apartment on the Citadel, in one of the wards, and would start doing whatever odd jobs she was offered. Her only criteria: she only wanted jobs that truly piqued her interest. After all, with her mother's allowance, she never needed to work for money! - So, with the privilege of a rich kid who never needed to worry about money and was free to spend her time on whatever she pleased, she started taking odd jobs and bouncing from one thing to another. Nianna would take two years to work as an Acolyte for the Consort Sha'ira; a year here and there to dance at various clubs; several months to simply socialize, meet people and experience the nightlife. But she would do dirty work too: assassinations, theft, espionage. <br><br>Now, nineteen years later, Nianna has become a part of the Citadel wards; and the wards have become a part of her. She's someone whose name you've probably heard in passing, or in some stories here and there. The young, excitable, outgoing Asari, who will party with you like for weeks like you're her best friend and then disappear without a word. A posh socialite one day, a blue-collar worker on another, an elite mercenary on a third. The girl who could kill you with one move of her fingers, but will also agree to do anything for you, as long as she finds the job -- and you -- interesting enough.<br><br>Anything at all.<br><br>"Ask Nianna for the job", they'll tell you. "She'll probably say no, but you'll have a great time hearing her say it! And if you're lucky and she says yes... she'll get the job done right."</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Skills:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <br>&nbsp;- <strong>Asari duelist</strong>: Nianna never goes anywhere without her Asari sword. She loves the Asari martial art of combining dancing with close combat, and she thrives when she’s close enough to feel the breath of her enemy. Cold assassinations are fine, but a long dance with a capable “partner” is <em>exhilarating.</em><br><br>- <strong>Charge</strong>: Like all Asari, Nianna is a natural biotic. She uses her biotic powers not to manipulate objects around her, but to augment her own body. She's able to close the gap between her and her enemy in an instant, and reach the skin-close range she thrives in.<br><br>- <strong>Infiltrator</strong>: Sneaking through the night, dashing from shadow to shadow, parkouring her way up and down rooftops, Nianna has a knack of quietly exploring all kinds of places she has no business being in.<br><br>- <span class="bbc_u"><strong>Unique – Social Butterfly</strong></span>: Nianna is charming, sociable and enthralling. She lights up the room when she enters, she makes you feel like you’re the most important person in the room. And before you know it, she’ll have sweet-talked you into revealing secrets you never dreamt of telling anyone, or charmed you into letting her see the top-secret facility you were supposed to be guarding. Nianna’s disarming personality is a weapon that’ll make you forget just how calculating or dangerous she can be.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:</strong><br><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Stormtrooper Aim. </em> Give her a blade, an enemy close enough to touch, and the element of surprise, and Nianna feels right at home. But give her instead a firearm and tell her to shoot at a far-away target… Nianna knows which end of the gun to point at them, but that’s about it. Don’t trust her to be your sharpshooter.<br><br><em>I’ll Do It My Way.</em> Nianna has learned everything she knows from deserters, ragtag mercenaries, and her own experiences. She has little knowledge of – and little interest in – proper military tactics or etiquette, and trying to control her with authority is likely to only make her stubbornly do the exact opposite. She does things the way she likes to.<br><br><em>Keeping Up Appearances. </em> Nianna craves attention and respect, and she wants to be liked... but she wants to be liked as the person she'd like to be, not necessarily the person she actually is deep inside. Nianna hides her insecurities under her overly outgoing personality, which she intentionally amps up to portray the kind of a person she wants to be. Nianna loves the persona she's created for herself and the reputation she's built; so much so that she doesn't really know herself where the made-up persona ends, and her real self begins.<br><br><em>Doesn’t Know When To Stop.</em> Nianna feels a constant need to prove herself to others, and perhaps to herself as well. She's brave to the point of being foolhardy, she can never admit defeat or admit she can't do something that's asked of her. For better or worse, Nianna is always up for crazy experimental plans.</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">ons/offs (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=310013)</span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Rumors:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>- Nianna’s favorite method of assassination is to have sex with the target, and slit their throat mid-orgasm. Be very careful if she invites you in for the night...!<br><br>- Nianna was so popular as a dancer, the manager of Chora's Den once offered her ten times the usual salary to stay working for him. This would have made her the wealthiest dancer on the Citadel, had she taken up the offer. No one knows why she didn't.<br><br>- Nianna once spent a whole year as a personal servant to a Krogan battlemaster, who mostly showed her off as his arm candy. Rumor has it, she did it as compensation for the only job she has ever failed.<br></span><br>&nbsp;<br><strong>Equipment:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Always concealed on her is a small Asari blade, and she obviously always wears her biotic amp. If she dresses for combat, she’ll have a full-size Asari sword and a heavy M-5 Phalanx pistol; light Assassin armor; some omni-gel; and occasionally either an M-22 Eviscerator shotgun or an M-15 Vindicator assault rifle. Nianna prefers to dress light and agile, and fight her enemies hand-to-hand whenever possible.</span><br>&nbsp;<br>&nbsp;<br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/g2rAbGp.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/kCoBkAJ.png) </div>
			</dd>
		</dl>
		<div id="footer" class="smalltext">
			
			<span class="smalltext" style="display: inline; visibility: visible; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=credits" title="Simple Machines Forum" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF 2.0.19</a> |
 <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org/about/smf/license.php" title="License" target="_blank" class="new_win">SMF © 2021</a>, <a href="https://www.simplemachines.org" title="Simple Machines" target="_blank" class="new_win">Simple Machines</a>
			</span>
		</div>