ME: Malady { Character Profiles }
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				Title: <strong>ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 03:57:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/210124/828c629ec8b0c3f27526dfaad39ad416.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Ahokz30.png)&nbsp; &nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/mtRzyzC.png)&nbsp; &nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/UueCzuS.png)&nbsp; &nbsp; (https://i.imgur.com/kMUFnLa.png)</div><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>-:: ACTIVE CHARACTERS ::-</strong></span></div><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Turian Mercenary (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726956#msg15726956)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Human Doctor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15726713#msg15726713)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Krogan Scout (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15732038#msg15732038)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Salarian STG Agent (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15749809#msg15749809)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Human Soldier (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15850610#msg15850610)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Quarian Mechanic (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15757488#msg15757488)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Quarian Bio Engineer (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15777548#msg15777548)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Asari ex-Justicar - Spectre (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15778417#msg15778417)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Turian Mercenary (Bitch version) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779216#msg15779216)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Batarian Mercenary (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15810776#msg15810776)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Drell Thief (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15837473#msg15837473)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Turian Mercenary (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15864755#msg15864755)</span></div><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><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><br><br>[floatleft][img height=250 padding=10]https://i.imgur.com/0YydNMW.png[/img][/floatleft]<br><br><br><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><br>[b]Age:-[/b] [font=ariel black] Minimum Age is 25 Years old[/font]<br><br>[b]Sexuality:-[/b] [font=ariel black]What sexuality does your character identify with?[/font]<br><br>[b]Race:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Playable races will be humans, asari, turian, quarian, salarian, drell or krogan [/font]<br><br>[b]Birthplace:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Where are they from?[/font]<br><br>[b]Occupation:-[/b] [font=ariel black]What is their specialty?[/font]<br><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><br>[b]Synospsis:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Give us a rundown on your character’s history. [/font]<br><br>[b]Skills:-[/b] [font=ariel black] Limit to three, just like in the games, but I'd appreciate it if it made sense. [/font]<br><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><br>[b]Kinks:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Please provide a link to your On's and Off's like: [url=http://O/O LINK]THIS[/url][/font]<br><br>[b]Notes:-[/b] [font=ariel black]Include anything here about your character that wasn't covered above, if applicable.[/font] <br><br><br><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]<br></code></pre><br><br><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>___________________________________</strong></div><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/8h52Uph.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 03:58:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; <span style="font-family: arial black;" class="bbc_font">Samantha Adams</span>&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/aXuNCVP.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Samantha “Sam” Adams</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 29 Years</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Human</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">San Diego, California. Earth.</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Doctor, specializing in new Xeno-biology studies, with a minor in kinesiology. </span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Compassionate | Easy-going | Personable | Brave | Altruistic |&nbsp; Strong-willed | Optimistic&nbsp; </span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</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, 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. They were known for their contributions of resolving pandemics triggered in densely populated areas, eezo poisoning from exposure to that rare material, and the strange biotic phenomenon this sometimes induced. While her uncle was one of the leading scientists behind the study of biotics, Samantha’s father was interested in the more traditional form of medicine.<br><br>He joined the Alliance navy, served as a doctor with honors, but before he was able to open his own practice and settle into his twilight years, the war broke out upon alien discovery, changing everything.<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.<br><br>The death of her father destroyed her mother, who took to heavy drinking and wasted away with her grief. This left the young woman all alone, but Samantha looked to honor her family by dedicating herself to medicine and to learn about the new aliens so a repeat of these events wouldn’t have to happen to anyone else. Her paper on emergency medicine used at the battle of Shanxi regarding turian biology and its variance to humans helped to put her on the list of candidates volunteering to make the move to the Citadel. And it was her contributions to the Sirta Foundation’s development of Medi-Gel adaptation to xeno-physiology that put her towards the top of that list.<br><br>For the past three months, Samantha has been working hard to make a difference and strengthen the peace between species. She holds no grudge against the turian race as a whole -but it seems the bitterness between their two species still has a long journey ahead. She hopes that her presence and dedication will resolve further conflict, and bridge the divide.</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><br>- Samantha is not combat trained, although the Alliance did instruct her on basic knowledge of weapons use and close-quarters combat in their ‘survival class’.<br>- As non-military personnel, her omni-tool does not have any offensive upgrades, but they did provide her with cloaking and the ability to disperse medi-gel.<br>- Her biotic abilities are a joke. Calling them 'weak' would be kind. She can sometimes float a pen across the room, but that gives her nosebleeds and migraines.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <br><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>- 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. </span><br><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><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Living on the Citadel for the past few months has given Samantha quite the opportunity, but there are still several races she has yet to be introduced to. Batarians, Krogan and Quarians, for example. She has the most personal experience with the Salarians and Asari</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center"> (https://i.imgur.com/E4eimTx.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/SZyvDUP.jpg)(https://i.imgur.com/XsPFh1t.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/YI0O4NE.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/oZEHthJ.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 09:01:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Luus Remiril&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.weasyl.com/static/media/1b/a7/33/1ba733b406a74f55b4a190775935aa1f316f55e3577991f401613a009bbbce81.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><acronym title="pronounced Loose">Luus</acronym> Remiril</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 47</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Turian</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Palaven</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Merc</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Calm | Warm | Self-deprecating | Flirtatious | Rebellious | Pun Loving |&nbsp; Adrenaline chaser | Emotionally Repressed | Flighty | Internally Hotheaded </span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</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, and his breach and clear skills are second to few.</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>Biotics: Like the rest of his cabal, Luus trained in using his enhanced biotic abilities to strengthen and protect himself <br>Explosives: Mainly for breaching structures, particularly in breach and clear strategies<br>Close Quarters Training: He is best trained with shotguns, his trusty Phaeston assault rifle, and the venom blade issued to all cabal biotics.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <br><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Luus' pent up emotions have a tendency to burst at unexpected times. It only happens every once in awhile and for short durations, and that is enough reasoning for him to never bring it up to anyone. He also holds a powerful distrust and grudge towards authority, particularly of the military kind. </span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=255584.0)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Theme Song - The Trooper - Iron Maiden (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2G5rfPISIwo)</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/53/5a/27/535a276643a925fc52d3cb63adec880e.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c5/Luus_zoom.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/1507018061.dracovarus_smaller_version.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0c/Luustongue.jpeg) </div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rylin</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 13:42:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Arcus Aurelion&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/474x/23/46/4a/23464abe46635ce4ec51b13b04cb2f81.jpg)</div> <strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Arcus Aurelion</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">36</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Heterosexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Turian </span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Palaven</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Spectre (Former Praetor in the Turian military)</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Determined | Loyal | Jaded | Intense | Possesses Dry Humour | Team-oriented |&nbsp; Pragmatic | Level-headed | Emotionally Distant</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>A shining posterboy for the typical Turian, Arcus Aurelion is exactly what one might imagine a Turian to be; imperialistic, rigid, stick up his ass. Born on Palaven into a family with historied and exemplary military service, Arcus's future was decided for him before he was even born. Both parents served in the same battalion, and little Arcus spent the majority of his childhood following his parents to their deployed stations, with his birth being the last time he would be on the home planet for a long time. It didn't take a genius to know the boy would go far and do great things; even at a young age, he showed an unrelenting interest in his parents' careers, and they humoured him by regaling him with tidbits of their adventures and hijinks during their missions. <br><br>He enlisted on his 15th birthday, as all Turians do, and was quickly tagged for his outstanding marksmanship with a sniper rifle. Yet, he never made a real effort to stand out, as he believed strength lied in the group, rather than the individual. During his year of boot camp, the Turians came into contact with an unknown space-faring species and subsequently got embroiled in a war with them, and both his parents were deployed to the frontline. He joined them soon after, freshly graduated and holding his Krysae rifle in hand, as he was sent to the newly occupied human colony, Shangxi. Having believed that they had obliterated the human fleet, the Turians set to occupy and absorb the colony, and deemed it a suitable location to get the greenfringes acquainted to warfare. <br><br>What they didn't realise was that the human Systems Alliance had sent forth their second fleet, and the Turian forces on Shangxi were caught completely off-guard by their assault and was quickly evicted from the planet. Arcus lost both his parents in the ensuing conflict, and barely managed to scrape out with his life during the bombardments. This left a massive scar on the young man's mind, which in turn bred a hatred for the humans over time. He was ecstatic for active duty in the inevitable gigantic-scale interplanetary war, but the council stepped in and put an end to the conflict. Arcus was quickly swept away and redeployed to a civil war in one of the many Turian colonies. <br><br>The animosity faded and healed over time, but he still held a mild distaste for the newcomers, something many of his comrades shared, but the lack of contact with them helped de-escalate tensions. Arcus stayed in the trenches on the barren and desolate colony world for over five years, quickly ascending through the ranks and gaining recognition for his lethal aim and leadership abilities. He was soon transferred back to Palaven, his first time back home in over twenty years, and was periodically sent out for high risk stealth operations, often in Krogan, or Batarian territory and occasionally beyond the Perseus Veil to deal with the Geth. He gained the attention of the citadel council after he managed to destroy several Geth mining outposts in succession on a frontier planet, after months of unsuccessful frontal assault. <br><br>After evaluation and much testing, Arcus was inducted into the Spectres, and he formally retired from active duty in the military to focus on his new position. Training was gruelling, and he found life on the Citadel to be extremely cramped and suffocating. He eagerly took h missions that took him back to the far fringes of the galaxy, and later refused to even return to the Citadel after the humans started getting sick and dying left, right and center. He has recently been recalled to the Citadel directly by the council however, though they haven't revealed to him the reason for his order.<br><br></span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <br>-Having served actively in the Turian military for 15 years, Arcus is a capable leader, battle-hardened, has advanced combat training, extensive knowledge of guerllia warfare tactics and hand-to-hand combat, in addition to being an excellent marksman with his standard issue Krysae sniper rifle.<br><br>-As a Spectre, Arcus is considered above the law and is entrusted with extraordinary authority by the Citadel Council, and is allowed to operate at his own discretion to complete his tasks. This won't matter much in Batarian space, however.<br><br>-Though nowhere near as skillful as the typical pilot, Arcus is an adequate pilot, having had some basic training in boot camp before flying several aircraft and spacecraft for supply runs while being deployed to the frontier.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>-With his first contact with non-Turians being the war against Humans, specifically the battle on Shangxi, Arcus is jaded against Humans, though he has the decency to not voice his opinions aloud, at least in public. He tends to judge the other races by their militaristic prowess, and views the Turians as superior to any and all races. <br><br>-Often cool, calm, and collected, and rarely rises to baits and insults, but those that question his honour and integrity are always met with swift and often brutal repercussions. Despite this, he doesn't hesitate to use his Spectre status to bend the rules if he seems it necessary. <br><br>-Has a tendency to treat people as a unit rather than individuals, and is often distant from those under his command. </span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> O/O's (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328431.0)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Although he was born on Palaven, he bears the orange facial tattoos of his ancestors' home colony.</span><br><br><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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>24-01-2021, 21:33:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Ja'sia V'doris&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a1/2b39afc8bb6705d211c24b2d08f36c9d.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Ja'sia 'Jay' V'doris</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">127</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</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 Citadel</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pilot</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Cocky | Sassy | Sweet | Fearless | Clever | Resourceful | Energetic | Flirtatious | Playful</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Jay's mother is an influential member of Citadel politics, and her father was a high-ranking member of the Turian military.&nbsp; Even though he's been dead for almost a hundred years, he is still remembered and revered by members of Turian society for his brilliant tactical mind and bravery.&nbsp; Her mother is also considered somewhat impressive in her keen sense of diplomacy and charm.<br><br>Jay grew up in the Citadel, and from the time she was little, she knew that she wasn't all that much like her parents.&nbsp; She had no desire to be respected for her mental prowess or poise.&nbsp; She awed her peers instead by way of fearlessness and willingness to pull crazy, death-defying stunts or pranks on authority figures.&nbsp; The applause and cheers from her friends more than made up for the many times she injured herself or got into trouble for sneaking a live rodent into a teacher's desk or nearly managing to venture out on an unauthorized spacewalk.<br><br>As she got older, Jay fell in love with space and the idea of navigating through it.&nbsp; She managed to sneak out on more than one of those unauthorized spacewalks over the years, and as soon as she could, she joined flight school to learn how to be a pilot.&nbsp; On her downtime, she clocked hundreds of hours in flight sims, and piloted the X3M through the station.&nbsp; In fact, she was hired on as a shuttle jockey when everyone got tired of punishing her for taking the vehicles without permission.&nbsp; After that, it was just a matter of trying to keep her from modding the controls and/or engines for more speed and terrifying her passengers.<br><br>Despite her flaws, no one could deny that Jay was a natural space jockey, and she graduated from flight school with honors.&nbsp; She's spent over a hundred years since then flying for pretty much anyone that would hire her, including the Council, and volunteering for any mission that will take her into danger or far from the Citadel.&nbsp; She's still impulsive, rebellious, and cocky as hell, perhaps even more so, but she's also a damn good pilot and willing to risk everything for a taste of adventure.</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <br><br>- Jay is well-trained in biotics, and while she hasn't had the time to fully develop her mastery over mass effect fields, her natural abilities combined with her training make her more than adequate.<br><br>- Gifted with the agility and grace of the Asari, Jay also learned the unique fighting style of her people.&nbsp; She can more than hold her own even without a weapon, using the unique, balletic martial art.<br><br>- Jay is pretty well-versed in all manner of vehicle repair, maintenance, modifying, and hacking.&nbsp; This doesn't extend to any mechanical apparatus that can't be ridden, driven, or flown, however.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Jay's thrill-seeking, reckless, rebellious nature are often a detriment, especially given her parent's status and the reputation her people have for dignity and intelligence.&nbsp; It's kind of hard to look dignified when you've just crashed a modified X3M into the wall of a vast Citadel corridor during a drag race with one of your friends.&nbsp; Jay is also more than a little cocky about her piloting skills.&nbsp; Sure, she's an excellent flier, but no one is perfect and she's claimed to be the best on more than one occasion.</span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Biblio's O/Os (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104274.0)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Theme Song - Rogue Traders - Voodoo Child (https://youtu.be/SrlhLaNClgw)</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/Ee4412809723968bce30ab79065e28e7.jpg)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e5/391680bbfb85dc5b4377de43838c72fe.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/8/89/0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png/507px-0495d020168920aacf3b9c7b62dc7334.png) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/1/1a/Musculature_by_velladonna_d8h1rrm-fullview.jpg/505px-Musculature_by_velladonna_d8h1rrm-fullview.jpg) (http://) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Latooni Subota</strong> on <strong>25-01-2021, 04:39:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Lia'Manah vas Alarei&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/hdG4enq.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Lia'Manah vas Alarei</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 28</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Bicurious: Primarily attracted to 'soft' humanoids (Asari, Quarians, Humans, and in rare cases Salarians)</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Quarian</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Migrant Fleet, The Rayya</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Scientist (Specialized in Virology)</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Lia'Manah is a touch excitable, in an oddly Salarian manner. She is very focused, and has a habit of picking up quirks and mannerisms from people around her. She can't help but come at problems from an academic view, and despite her excitable nature tries to logic her way even through emotional issues, which can rub people the wrong way. She is a Quarian patriot, and considers helping her people to be her number one priority, which colors a lot of her interactions. </span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Lia'Manah was born on the Rayya, a ship in the Migrant Fleet. Her family was a little bit . . . odd compared to some of the other science-inclined Quarians. The then-Captain, Lia's aunt, had an odd love affair with a Salarian scientist and invited him to live on the ship (taking all due precautions). This advanced research in a couple of fields a fair bit, but Lia was the one who grew closest to the quickly aging Salarian, and picked up his scientific bent the most. <br><br>When she left the fleet to go on her Pilgrimage (sadly missing the death of her favorite alien uncle) she quickly learned that no amount of studying can prepare you for the greater galaxy. The racism was certainly a big slap in the face, though her rather womanly figure did open a few doors that would normally have been closed. She was lucky enough to get work in a medical research lab, immediately working under yet another Salarian scientist. It was here that she ended up specializing in virology, the frenetic pace of Salarian research and teaching something she was well-suited to, and proved to be rather gifted in it (and several related fields). Of course, this didn't actually complete her Pilgrimage, and she did want to return to the Fleet eventually, so after several years she cut a deal with 'certain Salarian interests'.<br><br>I'm not saying she assisted a member of the STG in an off-the-grid mission, but Lia disappeared for a year. When the year was up she returned to the fleet with a bit more combat training, a scar from a suit rupture, and a number of particularly expensive and hard-to-get starship parts to give to the Fleet to finish her Pilgrimage. In a totally unrelated note a Salarian black site that doesn't exist definitely didn't have valuable scientists' lives saved by a rag-tag group of plucky scientists and engineers. After receiving her invitation to the Alarei's crew on her return to fleet, she spent most of her time engaging in medical research, and occasionally working together with Quarian Marines (and occasionally some Salarians) in the odd bit of field work. Usually assisting young Quarians in trouble on their Pilgrimage, or work in cataloguing and developing treatments for diseases of other races.<br><br>When the new human-centric malady hit, it was pointed out by some of the Salarians working on the crisis that the brightest young mind in virology was a Quarian, and had close ties to a Salarian medical research lab. She was discretely moved off of the Alarei to help with an unspecified issue by the Salarians so as to keep the secrecy around the crisis intact. Lia realized that this was an unprecedented opportunity to have a Quarian establish close ties with the new race on the block. When this was all over and the crisis was declassified, Humanity would know it was a Quarian that helped deal with new virus, buying a lot of good will for her people. Who knows, maybe it would be just the foot in the door her people needed to set up some joint colonization treaties with the Alliance, and finally get some of her people back on land again.</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> -Lia is a scientist first and foremost, as is experienced with all manner of lab devices and specialized programs for dealing with diseases and medical research.<br>-All Quarians are given a bit of combat training (depending on their chosen specializations), before their Pilgrimage. In Lia's case she is checked out on pistols and offensive omni-tool programs.<br>-Lia does have some skill in Engineering, though certainly not enough to actually be a Chief Engineer of a ship, and primarily geared towards medical and starship equipment. A Quarian that can't patch a hull breach or shutdown an overloading engine is a dead Quarian.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Hyperactivity: Lia picked up TOO many habits from Salarians, and tends to bulldoze her way through conversations like a Krogan in a bar.<br>Tunnel Vision: When she's not running around on a sugar high, she tends to overfocus on something, a problem that has actually gotten her shot once in a combat situation.<br>Quarian Stereotype: Suit punctures are bad, and Lia is physically rather weak. What a nerd.</span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">o/o (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=64984.0)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Lia is a somewhat short quarian, and prefers black and white with red accents for her enviromental suits and armor. </span><br><br><br><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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rafael</strong> on <strong>26-01-2021, 12:33:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>Jacob Sinclair</em>« </span></div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/4d/e4/db/4de4db0d36edeae01e2a43ba666d29aa--deus-ex-mankind-divided-jensen.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Lt Commander Jacob "Sink" Sinclair</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">39</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Hetero Male</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Human</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Norwich, England, Earth</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Chief Engineer</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Cheerful, upbeat, loud, annoyingly friendly, hasty.</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>Sinclairs have been fighter pilots since the Battle of Britain, and while Jacob is one to break tradition he still partook in fighter pilot training for the growing colonial protection navy. He performed exceptionally competing side by side with his elder brother Jeffrey. Jeffrey being the better pilot, scored his choice of deployment and was assigned to the Second Fleet, while Jacob was assigned to the less prestigious duty of colonial garrison of Shanxi. None expected though, that he'd be able to show his talent in the first ever alien invasion when Turian assault began.<br><br>Only for him to crash and burn during the first wave of the assault. Barely surviving at the outskirts of colony, he is rescued under fire by fellow colonists, proceeding to spending the rest of the invasion and the entire occupation in a hospital recovering, unable to even walk. Once Shanxi was liberated he was transferred to hospital care on Earth and outfitted with then best in the line cybernetics, allowing Jacob to move independently once more. <br><br>Sadly, moving is pretty much all that augmentation garnered him. Running was off the books, as was heavy lifting. One would think this would leave a man at the end of his rope, but not Jacob. Jacob whom had already during his stay in Shanxi, observing the invading aliens, studying their technology, began shifting his attention from piloting to engineering, particularly the omni-tools. <br><br>During this time gains his nickname Sink from the phrase he jokingly gave around to those who came to gawk at his obvious cybernetics. "They replaced everything except the kitchen Sink" And possibly from the part that he sunk like a rock once the turians shot him down. His endeavors in the omni-tool gain extra weight once the trade with the larger galactic community opens, and he gains access to one. <br><br>When the military moves to discharge him after the war, he petitions transfer to engineering pending graduation from University of Applied Engineering in Helsinki. As a survivor of Shanxi, this is granted and he graduates the courses and once re-entered to service he quickly gains rank with his enthusiastic adoption of the omni-tool and its now well informed usage. Managing to use its technology to give minor improvements to his cybernetics and his greater interest: Drones. His old piloting career, but a failed attempt on his route to mastery of dronecraft, where he now combines the two skills of piloting and engineering.<br><br>With his military contract coming to an end in 2152, Jacob decided against renewing it. Instead taking up an opportunity to go hitchhiking on alien vessels to familiarize himself further with alien technology. In his few years he's traveled with Volus, and Salarian ships, proving his skills as an adaptable and ingenious engineer, landing him a job in Citadel shipyards, where from he is drafted to aid in the Malady mission.<br></span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Tech:</strong> Sink has wholeheartedly adopted the omni-tool and uses its abilities to command combat drones in battle, as well the various non-combat alternatives.<br><strong>Piloting:</strong> Technically has the knowledge, but has the past decade spent piloting drones instead of larger vessels.<br><strong>Stealth:</strong> Employing active camouflage fields, Sink has managed to master the art of hiding in an active combat zone.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Not ashamed.</strong>&nbsp; Jacob is a casual dresser. As in, he casually forgets to. When his thoughts are distracted, or he is overwhelmed with an idea, he can bounce into action without remembering to dress up - or wash away the soap from his hair. And he will rather complete what he's doing than go get dressed and lose the train of thought.<br><strong>Customized Cybernetics:</strong> Majority of his cybernetics are ill fit for combat, and require constant maintenance.<br><strong>That's Future Me's Problem:</strong> While brash decisions often lead to surprising outcomes, more often than not you tend to leave a trail of devastation.</span><br><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> The Big O&amp;O (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328282.0)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Theme Music (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9Q3i5w6-Ug) <br>- Lost a Literal Arm&amp;Leg to defend Shanxi.<br>- Is the epitome of how other races view humans. Brash, quick to act, and plunging his nose into business it doesn't belong into. </span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c5/f5/50/c5f550663c5fe7641ed414e10b83d951.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/bc/50/ed/bc50edbd37d36c30e6220261f8ad4519.jpg) (https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/167a0abe-da4c-4cc6-9500-32eacb5f889c/d49qui9-6281a7f2-1d98-44cd-9527-8757546458fe.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3sicGF0aCI6IlwvZlwvMTY3YTBhYmUtZGE0Yy00Y2M2LTk1MDAtMzJlYWNiNWY4ODljXC9kNDlxdWk5LTYyODFhN2YyLTFkOTgtNDRjZC05NTI3LTg3NTc1NDY0NThmZS5qcGcifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6ZmlsZS5kb3dubG9hZCJdfQ.nfDz_e6mj7Eb_hDP5q6LiWjqtovSAeegv380l_zRrt8)(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/4b/a5/cc/4ba5ccbe2c0a6a4d5db21049b13d3abf.jpg)&nbsp; </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wheresmycow</strong> on <strong>28-01-2021, 18:50:47</strong>
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				<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></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>Notes:</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Has two asari daugthers, Aleena and Miani, and an asari granddaughter, Kasha.&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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xunthrae</strong> on <strong>30-01-2021, 01:42:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Namir Sedef&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/3/3f/Namir_Sedeg1.jpg/334px-Namir_Sedeg1.jpg)</div><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Namir Sedef</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">27</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Homosexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Human</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">The cargo ship Expedient in the Sol system</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Experimental Biotic</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Friendly, Determined, Reckless, Thoughtful, Confident</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> He was born shortly before the first contact war to a pair of cargo haulers. His parents were some of the first humans to begin trading with non-humans mostly with the Asari. One day when he was around 13, his family's ship was attacked by pirates in asari space and was heavily damaged. An asari ship responded and rescued them, but not before their cargo hold filled with Eezo was damaged and leaked into the ship compartments exposing his family. This second exposure activated the latent eezo nodules. His family made friends with their rescuers. Those asari became like a second family over the next couple years.<br><br>Especially when his parents' health took a turn for the worse. Developing cancer from their exposure to their cargo. The cancer was aggressive and it did not take long for his parents to succumb to the disease. With nowhere else to go, the asari who rescued him took him in and when he began to show signs of his developing biotics they took it upon themselves to train him. While these asari were no Huntresses, they were capable.<br><br>In the years since, he had made a small name for himself in mercenary circles as a capable human biotic who works with an Asari crew. When his captain heard news from her own sources about a team being formed to find a possible cure, she knew he would want to be a part of it. So, she pulled some strings to get his name on the list of potential picks. </span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Combat Training, Asari Biotic Training, Basic Engineering</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <strong>Biotic Feedback</strong>: The biotic implant that he has was not designed for human use, and while it gives him the ability to push further than most other human biotics, the consequences for prolonged use of his biotics can be severe.<br><br><strong>Recklessness</strong>: He sometimes does not think through what he does before he does it and it can put himself or others in danger. Most commonly he ever exerts his biotics and he pays for it dearly later, sometimes incapacitating himself for hours to days. <br><br><strong>Touchy about his parents</strong>: He does not like the topic of his family being brought up. While he is proud of his parents and who they were, the memories of their painful deaths haunt him and he does his best to avoid being reminded. </span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">O/O (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=34618)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"></span><br><br><div align="center"> (https://i.imgur.com/UueCzuS.png)(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/7/70/Human_Male_Adept.png/268px-Human_Male_Adept.png)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>baadbaarbie</strong> on <strong>11-02-2021, 23:35:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Maxine Petrovna&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/XhP7pmj.jpg?1)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Maxine "Max" Petrovna</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">29</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Bisexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Human</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">New York, New York. Earth.</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Armory Chief</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Aloof, disciplined, analytical, intuitive, wry.</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Tough times make tough people.<br><br>Maxine had been told as much from the moment she'd been old enough to understand what it meant to struggle. The only daughter in an immigrant family, an immense pressure was placed upon her to succeed, no matter how grim the circumstances. If money was tight, she wore the same jacket until the zipper broke and her wrists had grown well past her sleeves. If food was scarce, she tutored children from the nicer parts of town to get into their pantries. If love was sparing, it was only because her parents had used it all up crossing a planet to raise her somewhere they felt was truly safe. <br><br>They didn't take it lightly, then, when she veered off course and joined the Alliance the day she turned eighteen, a profession they deemed not only dangerous, but beneath her. <br><br>What might have been a challenge to most came naturally to Maxine. She took well to the rigidity of routine, adapted easily to the (occasionally nauseating) bureaucracy of the chain of command, and blew every other boot out of the water when it came to her endurance and tenacity. While she was never destined to be a super soldier-- she'd never decorate her shelves with flags and medals-- she took orders well and gave them even better. Even at the expense of her parents' respect, she grew to love the camaraderie of being on a mostly even playing field with all the ground rules laid out. For once in her life, she felt like an equal. There was no more cause to struggle.<br><br>Her time in the Alliance provided her with the funds necessary to pursue higher education, and by the time she'd earned her Engineering degree, she'd settled nicely into place as an armorer. So nicely, in fact, that private Earthside organizations took note; tempted by the promise of getting her hands on the latest technology, Maxine turned down the opportunity to reenlist at the end of her contract. Since then, she's been revelling in the chance bounce from armory to armory, providing expertise and dry wit to anyone willing to write her a check.</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Weapons Engineering:</strong> If it goes boom, Maxine can tear it apart and put it back together without even needing to glance at the manual. She's always got the latest on upgrades, can fix a sticky trigger with a quick scowl, and would happily babble on and on <em>and on</em> about up and coming weapons tech. <br><strong>Small but Mighty: </strong>While she's not at risk of knocking herself out on any low hanging ceilings, Maxine is built tough. She's used to hauling around guns at least half her size (if not more) for hours without complaint. In a fire-fight, she's a downright tank with the ammo and the stamina to prove it.<br><strong>Well Connected:</strong> Maxine didn't fight her way up from the bottom without meeting a few worthwhile folks. While it may not be much use in Batarian space, if there's a rare part that needs finding or a <em>cutting edge</em> new piece of tech that needs acquiring, Maxine can make it happen-- just don't ask too many questions about the specifics.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Standoffish:</strong> Thrown into a universal arena where humans have everything to prove-- and everything to lose-- Maxine's rigid perfectionism can occasionally get in the way of making friends. While she's not exactly quick to warm up to strangers, after some poking and some prodding, she may very well open up... or blow up.<br><strong>Ill-tempered:</strong> If a pin falls in an armory, does everyone else on the ship hear it? Of course not. Unless, that is, it's the tail end of a bad day. Then Maxine's going to make a stubborn weaponry malfunction <em>everyone's</em> problem. <br><strong>Crippling Professionalism:</strong> Max is too cool to be cool. She's been trying to make something of herself for so long that she doesn't know what it means to sit back and relax, nevermind drop her professional facade, even in casual circumstances. </span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">o/o (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=61134)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Theme: Little Dark Age - MGMT (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETEg-SB01QY)</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/EBUAeZk.jpg?1) (https://i.imgur.com/mH9gDKY.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/JLQXlIc.jpg?1)&nbsp; </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>11-02-2021, 23:38:31</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>Jackiro Indiri</em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/11/b1/7e/11b17eca52781778f9a8fcecef870983.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Jackiro 'Jacky' Indri, Paitent Jack to his STC Fellows.</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Twenty-five.</span> <br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Hetrosexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Salarian </span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Jaëto </span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Member of the Second Infiltration Regiment Special Tasks Group</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>| Paitent | Professional | Pleasant | Ponderous | Passive | Prickly | Practical | <del>Psychopathic?</del> | </em><br><br>Jackiro is an up-and-coming star in the STC Second Regiment. His likable demenour hides a killer of excellent stock, and it is not unusual when threatened for the Salarian to be able to rattle off the seventeen or so ways he can think of to assassinate a man with a quick, chipper lilt. He isn't so much a violent psychopath as a completely blasay one. Detatched and outwardly unaffected by the death and destruction he metes out. To him, it is simply an equation. <br><br>Interstingly, Jackiro has found himself rather smitten with Human literature, and has developed a newfound interest in the concept of legacy. He is Twenty-five years old now; well over half the expected lifespan for a Salarian and it leaves him wondering; who will remember him when he is gone?<br><br></span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> The short-lived lives of Salarians mean that the backgrounds of them are less likely to be long tours of mediocrity, and more likely to be sharp flashes of brilliance. Jackiro is another of the long list of Salarians who prove that the candle that burns for half as long does indeed burn twice as hot. His story started becoming of importance and interest sometime around his tenth year, when he presented his research thesis on an improvement on the current Tactical Cloak. The kicker? He'd never actually <em>seen</em> the original design, and merely conceptualised a version of it himself to iterate upon.<br><br>This moment of brilliance had the Salarian hired on scholarship to join the STC's research branch, but they soon found the man to be impossible to work with. His obsession with creating his magnum opus was satiated upon the completion of the version of the Tactical Cloak used to this day, but after that he was uninterested in other research projects. Instead, he requested transfer to the main branch of the STC, where he could test out his device. This transition proved easy enough, as he also posted record-breaking scores in an Marksman aptitude test&nbsp; - A test that he was found later to have recreated in an abandoned warehouse near his home, and practiced on an absurd number of times.<br><br>In the STC, he excelled; earning a Star of Excellence medal for his&nbsp; assassination of a member of the League of One – A rogue covert&nbsp; unit similar to the STC that worked in opposition to the Salarian government after a botched declassification of their identities soured relationships irreperably. From here, he applied to join the Spectres organisation, and was recommended for the Terminus Sector mission. He is no Spectre yet, but hopes to impress his peers and the council enough to fast-track his potential appointment.<br><br>...After all, he has maybe a decade of workable fitness left?</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong><ul class="bbc_list"></ul><em>| Tactical Cloak | Tactical Clone | Proximity Mine |</em><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Patience and Panache</em> – Jackiro is best known for his work as a Tech-wielding infiltrator. He can hack, he can scout, but most importantly he is a Sniper of considerable skill. The legacy of Paitent Jack was written when he assassinated a member of the Legendary League of One; having ambushed the man after laying in wait for him for six days and nights in an abandoned warehouse. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Mental Fortitude</em> – While he isn't a scientist, Jackiro is a very, very smart man. He helped to perfect some of the Infiltration suits used by STC members alongside a few of his peers, and this translates to his general ability to analyse and understand a developing situation. He is also pretty adept at picking up new skills, although he'll likely not have the time to ever outshine a dedicated expert in the field.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Stealth is King </em> – Jackiro doesn't have the power of a Krogan, or the reinforced hide of a Turian. He doesn't have the Biotic gifts of an Asari, or the savage bloodlust of a Rachni. What he does have though is his ability to move around stealthily, relying on his Tactical Cloak and a VR Decoy-system to be able to move around the battlefield, flank vulnerable targets, and go for the headshot that will decapitate the snake.</span></li></ul><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">| Empathy-lacking | Self-Sacrificial | Results Oriented | Squishy |<br><br>Physically, Jackiro is as weak a soldier as you'll come to meet. He isn't incapable of carrying his own literal weight in equipment and the like, and he can perform the most basic of tasks required to stay fit, but if you expect him to haul sandbags or manipulate a Super-heavy turret, or Heavy-Weapons, you will be disappointed.<br><br>Mentally, Jackiro has the unfortunate distinction of being a Results-Oriented Sociopath who would happily sacrifice the few for the many; no matter his connection to them. He isn't so much of a psychopath that he'd sacrifice his friends willingly, but if he thinks a mission's survival depends on the loss of an ally, he won't hesitate to make the call – or perhaps more worryingly – volenteer for it. His desire to leave a lasting legacy means that as he grows older, he starts to want a 'worthy end.' He wants to leave some sort of legacy behind, and that means he might do something silly to ensure that one day.<br><br><br></span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Tl;dr - Flexible with only certain extremes as Hard-Offs (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236929.msg11660794#msg11660794)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">A possibly hook with the group's spectre, as well as being a source of tension. Fun potential B-Plot revolving around his seemingly suicidal tendencies and his obsession with a lasting 'Legacy.'</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/77/8c/63/778c630e60cd8b1583b08038ba4020bc.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/15/f3/51/15f351e8c4c14d2775c4010d075f6931.jpg) (https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS8ouygCnWHL6N1HwPDQreJDaQ7dS9o1CiKEw&amp;usqp=CAU) (http://) </div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bekah Boo</strong> on <strong>17-02-2021, 21:02:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em> Rume'Zamin nar Folazi </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/501567062359932930/809964595283623966/Screenshot_7.png)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Rume'Zamin nar Folazi | Likes to be called Rue</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 26</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">Quarian</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Born on the ship <em>Folazi</em>, part of the master fleet</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Mechanic by trade</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Eloquent| Busy body| Inquisitive| Craves social interactions (Although can be overwhelmed with doubts easily)</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Life among the Flotilla is what one would expect it to be; every cog within the floating citadel having to do it's own part to ensure the race to survive, laws and stipulations that require the community's cooperation in their nomadic lifestyle among the stars. It hadn't always been like this though, but for Rue it is the only life she has ever known. A race of travelers and scavengers the meaning of 'home' is a long forgotten sentiment that only some of the elders can barely think back towards, and even then it is marred with the unforgiving horrors of the Geth wars to forever tarnish what warm memories there once were. Chased from their home by their own creations Quarian life is made of survival and community, the grand fleet made of various ships to house clans all moving as one single entity to gather what can be used as resources for a species of once technologically marveled aliens. <br><br>As a young child Rue had found her own calling in the form of sneaking her way down to the engine cabin of her clan's ship, the curious quarian finding marvel in how such simple tools could propel their race through the stars themselves and wishing to discover more. Their history told by mouth was and still very much is a favorite pastime for Rue, the wonder of a place to call home particularly gripping the girl in a way that made her all the more hungry to do her part of their society. As fate would have it all quarian must go through a rite of passage in the form of leaving the fleet to be amongst the world outside of the steeled sanitarium of their 'world', a rite that Rue found herself woefully made to wait longer than expected with a bout of sickness that robbed her of a better part of a year in quarantine alone. That while it was eventually discovered to be a contaminated piece of equipment with bacteria hidden within it's inner crevice, the fall out resulted in several entire clans succumbing along with nearly Rue herself as well as the new need for knowledge in biologic information not known to them. <br><br>Once released from quarantine Rue found herself surprised to find her clan seemingly distanced from herself which was quite unlike all she had ever known, with the effects of isolation teeming fresh on her mind she became all the more thrown into her duties to her ship in an effort to prove herself still of use. So with the calling for various support in help to retrieve and guide cargo for yet another mysterious illness that plagued the universe, Rue felt herself already made the sacrificial lamb so why not show she could serve her race with her assistance and perhaps bring back valuable knowledge that could repair the stigma that now follows her.<br><br>So her great pilgrimage begins with not only her own race's fate, but countless others should it fail.<br>&nbsp; </span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Avid tinkerer (Can dismantle and reassemble items with ease)|Advanced and extensive knowledge of various mechanics for ships| Mechanical diagnostic assistance created in the form of a program made by herself- nicknamed Min </span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Rue holds the anxiety of proving herself to her race in the form of her rite of passage, being far older than what is usually seen as she wrestles with the thought of even being able to return or if she wishes to. Aside from the obvious imperfection of her pitiful immune system often holding her back, there is also the curious thought of a mate and if such could even be achieved, much less to be accepted in the same manner in which her close knit community had done so before hand. Rue's greatest flaw is an unwillingness to voice her emotions to rather let it fester and bubble within her, more often than not throwing herself into her trade rather than address issues until it reaches it's boiling point. </span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">THIS (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236994.msg11665698#msg11665698)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong><br>(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9fde9def03a4f84a728eb6f59b14a4e5/tumblr_mmvmv2IPc01qko73so1_1280.png)(https://i.redd.it/my3mp539alh21.jpg)<br><br>&nbsp;Fun fact!-Rue is partial to the color orange- Unmasked Rue has a lavender tint to herself along with traditional markings on her neck and to lines above her eyes, her eyes a pale white with no pupils. Seen in her enviro-suit most of the time, Rue does find herself fading the face shield to allow herself to look those in the eye, only when she's more comfortable with them of course. She does also enjoy dressing her suit with various other fabrics from time to time, traditional purple only for more formal events. <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"></span><br><br><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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-03-2021, 02:10:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Se'Faema vas Jiko&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/rvQNJfS.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Se'Faema vas Jiko, ‘Fae’</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 38</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Sapiosexual // Demisexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Quarian </span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">The Jiko</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Bio Engineer</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Proud | Intelligent | Nerdy | Quick | Resourceful | Clever | Openminded | Blunt<br><br>She’s a nerd who wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch, who enjoys B-rated films and really bad horror movies. She is known for occasionally muttering at her projects when they’re not going according to her plans, but she isn’t known for losing her temper when she doesn’t get what she wants. She knows what she wants out of life and is willing to fight for it when required, and to be patient when needed.</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Her mother was a scientist, her father was a Marine, while there was love in her family there was also disconnection. Each parental figure was a leader within their respective field which took them to different parts of the galaxy, usually in opposite ends of each other. And, due to her father’s career, it was safer for the young quarian to play amongst viruses and disease than angry batarians trying to catch their next slave.<br><br>But that was all right with Se’! Growing up with scientists who constantly challenged and encouraged her mind presented her with opportunities that were exciting and rewarding. She enjoyed discovery, she enjoyed finding ways to benefit her people, and she enjoyed the opportunities to travel. Unlike other quarians, Se’ has accepted the fact that she doesn’t have a home planet to travel back to. Home is where you make it, among family and friends and the good memories that come with them.<br><br>When it came time for her pilgrimage, however, Se’ decided to challenge herself. There was safety in a lab, technically speaking, and she felt the siren’s call of adventure burning at her heels. For three years the quarian hopped between one border colony to the next, working alongside scavengers and understaffed and underfunded mercenary groups hired out for protection. What combat she saw was usually against predator creatures and was short-lived. Hardly ‘heroic’ or dashing, but it gave her practice and added to her list of skills. It also helped her realize just how much she wanted to continue to explore the universe, (and that sometimes she doesn't know when to back down.)<br><br>Se’ didn’t return to the fleet upon her success, and after months of arguing, negotiating, and a few heated words in exchange, she got the fleet’s blessing to contract her services elsewhere with a caveat: she was to be held on retainer in case of an emergency that required her skillset, and expertise. The fleet does occasionally send her classified date -usually methods to boost quarian immune systems- and she is always eager to add her contributions. Se’ found this arrangement to be a perfect fit, and the sense of freedom it provided made her the happiest Quarian in the world… <br><br>Well, or so she thought. She didn’t truly understand ‘happy’ until she met the most interesting asari who didn't seem intimidated by her intelligence or bold behavior. She might even encourage some of it.</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Incinerate | Energy Drain | Sabotage<br><br>-- Science genius:- The mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell!<br>-- Weapons training:- She’s quite competent with a weapon.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>-- Small dog complex:- She doesn’t back down from a fight, even though she should. Fae can forget that she isn’t a battle-hardened veteran when her blood is boiling.<br>-- Says too much:- She’ll be the one to hurl that final insult that tips the krogan over the edge.</span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Ons//Offs (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326072.msg15622941#msg15622941)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Sometimes, Fae has been known to change the color of her suit. It’s fun to confuse people.</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/Y8Tk1AI.png) (https://i.imgur.com/AatRzis.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/US4dEbe.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/APRh6A3.gif) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rummy Tum Tum</strong> on <strong>05-03-2021, 21:55:33</strong>
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				<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">Spectre</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 joined the Justicars 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 so 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. The latest is what had her assigned to the <em>Kalanhai</em> as Chief of Security. She would be a weapon with a new purpose, one she could say was unequivocally positive.<br><br>And, as she's just recently learned, there is another positive. A certain quarian she met years ago on the extranet is stationed here too. A quarian who excites her and makes her smile with ease. How strange it is to feel </span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Annihilation Field | Throw | Singularity<br><br>-- Biotic Mastery:- Her control of biotics is nothing less than what is expected from a Justicar--even a resigned one.<br>-- Weapons training:- She is extensively trained in sword and pistol use and has dabbled in many other weapon types over her long life.</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 Awkward:- 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>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"></span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f6/VJusticar.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f0/VForward.jpg) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pink Professional</strong> on <strong>06-03-2021, 17:15:08</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>Florinthia Legiticus</em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cc/d3/eb/ccd3eb851ec1e8945ab9e1e139a25276.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Florinthia 'Flo' Legiticus</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Twenty-Eight</span> <br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Turian</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Palaven</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Member of the VI 'Exodite' Cabal.</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>| Dismissive | Analytical | Catty | Bored? | <del>Bitter</del> | Success-Oriented | Adaptable | <del>Chip-on-her-Shoulder</del> | Self-Confident | </em><br><br>Florinthia presents a relaxed, ineffably bored front when with the common rank and file, and to an extent this is who she is. The Cabalite is more often than not left bored and wanting when she isn't doing the work she is assigned to as part of the Turian's military. Unfortunately, this bored visage can make her seem frustrating , lazy, and a bit bratty. Truth be told, this visage is only half-a-lie; because while she is a clever and analytical individual, she is still a brat.. She likes to people watch, and is keen to try and analyse those around her; if only to come up with more personalised and biting insults. Analysis is the fundamental building block for Biotics, after all; and everything Flo was ever made to do always swirls back to her biotic gifts.<br><br>Secretly, the Turian is somewhat bitter towards Palaven and her constant reassignment from position-to-position, post-to-post. She was meant to be the eldest child of a military dynasty, and her&nbsp; destiny&nbsp; was one of distinguished military service. She was destined for greatness, and was groomed perfectly to achieve it...before she was found to be one of the 'One-in-a-Million' children who displayed Biotic ability following EeZo exposure. She sees her younger brother fill her shoes in a role of command : Leading a unit of soldiers, and she chaffes at the thought; knowing that she could out-think, out-fight, and out-do her brother in every damned way had she had the opportunity.</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Born to the Legiticus Military Family, Flo was expected to do great things. By the time she was eight, she was practically a savant at the things a Turian family would want in their next Admiral-in-waiting: Intelligent, Driven, and even a pretty darn good shot for her age. Things took a minor turn for the...unconventional when, after being exposed to EeZo, she showed herself to be a Biotic-capable individual. This basically excluded her from active service due to the...uncomfortable feelings towards Biotics in the Soldiery. <br><br>With her path robbed from her, Flo would be secretly and subtly assigned a tutor for her Biotic talents - an Asari Matirarch – and began to be groomed for a much more...unseen form of military service; as part of the secretive Biotic Cabals. <br><br>She did well, and would eventually do more than well. She was trusted to lead missions when her Kabalim was overwise preoccupied, but the missions that required the subtle touch of the Exodites were few and far between. It left the Turian feeling uncomfortable and antsy, and she requested permission to begin the Process to seek out Spectre Status.<br><br>...Her family blocked it.<br><br>This blocking – caused by her traditionalist father resenting the idea of the Spectre's lack of oversight – left her with the boredom and resentment she shows now, and has left her stagnating in her current position. Thankfully, it also put her on the radar of Council, who would go on to request the Turian Biotic for missions, going over her family's head and going through the Kabalim who ran the VIth company.</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> | <em><strong>Warp</strong></em> | <em><strong>Stasis</strong></em> | <em><strong>Reave</strong></em> |<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Biotics </em>- While rarer than most would care to believe, Turian Biotics are normally on the same level as their human counterparts...<em>Normally.</em> Instead of her military talents being channelled into their intended path, and being able to show off in Bootcamp as a paragon of the Legiticus family's values, Flo was tutored privately by an Asari Matriarch...</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>No, seriously, Biotics</em> - ...An Asari Matriarch who was once a Commando, no less. In exchange for her talents with guns, Flo is a veritable Biotic Weapon. Her Biotics allow her to start manhandling vehicles, just don't expect that level of power to not leave her with a splitting migraine. </span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><em>Organisation </em>- The VIth Cabal was specialised in Infiltration and 'threat-mitigation' which translates loosely to 'Assassinating any potential threat quickly, and spectactularly.' As the Second in Command to a Kabalim who was...ethically loose and at-times flaky, more often than not it fell onto Flo to make sure things were organised and orderly. This, combined with the military organisational lessons she was clearly going to excel in as a child and her military background mean she is extremely organised, meticulous, and cunning in ensuring her and her team are well stocked, and well supplied.</span></li></ul><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">| <em>Easily Riled Up</em> | <em>Overconfident</em> |&nbsp; <em>Exhaustible</em> | <em>Not Stress-Tested</em><br><br>Flo has a number of weaknesses which are normally padded by her Cabal's operational effects. Physically: she is only an average shot with a pistol, and rarely carries anything more than that if even that; she is fit enough to survive the rigours of soldiery, but doesn't have any particularly noteworthy talents of strength or agility; and she is entirely reliant on her Biotics in a fight - a Powerset which can exhaust her rapidly, especially in high pressure situations where she might need to perform particularly strenuous tasks. Once those tasks are done, they might well take out Flo for not just the current fight, but a number of fights after until she gets time to rest and recover. Mentally, it is easy enough to rile up and abuse the Self-motivated, overly cocky Turian's prideful nature, and force her to make mistakes. This is particularly notable because she is, well, completely Biotic reliant. Stressing her out will cause her powers to fluctuate wildly between more-powerful and out-of-control, and just plain out-of-control.<br></span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Tl;dr - Flexible <span style="font-size: 6pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>(heh)</em></span> with only certain extremes as Hard-Offs (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=236929.msg11660794#msg11660794)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Several Possible hooks with any Turian Military personal or Asari with a Biotic-leaning background. Possibly B-Plot side-story involving her Military family, which can be anything from a basic-bitch Lieutenant all the way to a full on General, who are anti-spectre and anti-Human due to involvement in the First-Contact Wars</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/13/12/65/131265812555a182af8997805d6b2016.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/61/73/50/617350df9e90c32d487fe2d7091813b9.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/236x/88/a6/c5/88a6c5fa0d53cfd872f6439aba67b6bc.jpg) </div> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>06-03-2021, 23:57:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Malcolm Thomas&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/36/97/52/3697526405d0a7b09a7bd9cdda1211b8.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Malcolm 'MT' Thomas</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">29</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Human</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Earth</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Engineering Assistant</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Affable | Eager-to-Please | Intelligent | Thoughtful | Generous | Bookish | Quiet | Honest | Romantic</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Malcolm had a fairly privileged childhood, with relatively well-off, understanding parents involved in engineering and technology, specifically devoted to space exploration and colonization.&nbsp; His mother was a Chinese mechanical engineer with a specialty in robotics who met his American father at an underground robot battle where her bot, Dà Túshā, defeated his bot, Robbie Rotten.&nbsp; His father was a brilliant mathematician and computer engineer with a focus on coding AI, so together they ended up being the ideal team to work together on projects for the space program.<br><br>Malcolm was their first child, and it was clear early on that he had inherited his parents' brilliance and love of science.&nbsp; However, his first love, much to his mother's dismay, was the military.&nbsp; Despite being a gentle boy with a quiet, calm nature and a love of books, he was charmed by the idea of fighting for others and protecting those who couldn't protect themselves.&nbsp; It not only showed in his love of the military but in his willingness to stand up for other students when they were being bullied by their peers.&nbsp; So, when he was 18 years old, he enlisted in the Alliance, despite protests from his parents and younger sister.<br><br>Malcolm loved being a soldier, and he took to his training like a duck to bread, learning everything he could in the hopes of proving valuable in the brave new world that had formed since the First Contact War.&nbsp; He applied his genius to his role in the Alliance, but never accepted the many offers that came his way to be placed in less hands-on positions within the Alliance ranks.&nbsp; While he had no less respect for the Alliance engineers and technicians, he preferred to be on the front lines where he could see first hand how he was making a difference.&nbsp; This, of course, drove his mother crazy.&nbsp; She had hoped that once he was in the Alliance, he would be given a position where he would be relatively safe from harm.<br><br>Then, about seven years into his career, the batarians attacked the farming colony on Mindoir and Malcolm was part of the Alliance front sent to save the colonists.&nbsp; The battle was brutal and in the end, they failed in their mission, but Malcolm was saved the hell of watching the suffering of the civilians due to having been gravely wounded in the initial battle.&nbsp; He managed to hang on until they could get him back to Alliance care, and in the end, he survived with many scars, a cool new streak of white in his hair, and an arm that his own mother and father had helped design.&nbsp; For the sake of his mother, he took the offer of an honorable medical discharge and pivoted his focus from fighting to science.<br><br>His military training and brilliant scientific mind, as well as his personable demeanor, allowed him the opportunity to work at the Citadel, assisting under some of the most brilliant minds in Citadel space.&nbsp; When the opportunity to work on the Kalanhai came up, and he heard whispers of batarian involvement, he jumped at the chance to join up.</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><strong>Technical/Computer Engineering</strong> - Malcolm's main skills lie in computer engineering and coding, mainly with a focus on advanced mathematical equations and the variables inherent in designing and debugging VI and AI programs.<br><br><strong>Mechanical Engineering</strong> - Malcolm's skills with tech boil down to robotics and circuitry, and he takes a very hands-on approach to the assembly and experimentation with his creations.&nbsp; Rather than using an omnitool, he approaches his work with a more old-fashioned touch and loves playing with wires, geegaws, and tweezers.&nbsp; Thus his work is almost exclusively done in a lab or his bunk, rather than in the field.<br><br><strong>Boots on the Ground</strong> - Malcolm is a damn good soldier, even though he hasn't been in combat for about four years, and he's kept his training up in the time since he was discharged from the Alliance.&nbsp; He has extensive skill and knowledge of a multitude of weapons, and the strength and fortitude expected of a soldier.&nbsp; And he's always willing to step back into that role when needed.</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><strong>Survivor's Guilt</strong> - Malcolm blames himself for not being strong enough, or clever enough, or quick enough to save the people that died in Mindoir, and that's indicative of how he feels about most situations.&nbsp; If things go wrong and he can blame himself for it, chances are he will.&nbsp; He puts a lot of pressure on himself and, even when part of him knows that he's being unfair, he can't help but believe it's his duty to protect those around him.<br><br><strong>People-Pleaser</strong> - Malcolm will run himself ragged to make others happy, ignoring his own needs in favor of those of others and pushing himself to his limits if it means going the extra mile to get something done.&nbsp; He's been known to stay up for several days in order to finish a repair on a device assigned to him or forget to eat because he was too busy debugging code.&nbsp; This extends into his personal life as well as his professional life, which means he's had more than a few toxic relationships in which his partner bled him dry before discarding him.<br><br><strong>Chronic Back Pain</strong> - Due to the injuries he suffered on Mindoir, Malcolm suffers from intermittent, but severe, back pain that can be so intense that it renders him immobile without strong painkillers.&nbsp; He usually suffers in silence, due to flaws 1 &amp; 2, but sometimes it is so powerful that he has to seek medical intervention in order to allow him to function.&nbsp; He tries to avoid dependency on medication, and most of the time rest and massage, combined with heat, can help to ease the spasms, but that would mean letting someone <em>else</em> take care of <em>him</em> for a change...so he usually just takes the pills.</span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Biblio's O&amp;Os (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=104274.0)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"></span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/ee/31/71/ee31718cc53a30d15f77539770ebc248.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/40/4f/ef/404fef601d696b3eba7b99ff6dfa4af3.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/2c/43/ce/2c43ce2d7e2961fc22274228c4748599.jpg) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/8c/56/7a/8c567a62c3c93baf8569b9df97c3b15c.jpg) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RobHumph</strong> on <strong>04-04-2021, 02:45:52</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Jarv Valak&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://images-wixmp-ed30a86b8c4ca887773594c2.wixmp.com/f/3dc001aa-e32c-47d9-908e-b483d4ea33e5/d6t76df-efe9e558-15a6-4d93-baab-b2eb62d9ecb7.jpg/v1/fill/w_800,h_843,q_75,strp/batarian_soldier__merchandise_available__by_ibbitmonster_d6t76df-fullview.jpg?token=eyJ0eXAiOiJKV1QiLCJhbGciOiJIUzI1NiJ9.eyJzdWIiOiJ1cm46YXBwOiIsImlzcyI6InVybjphcHA6Iiwib2JqIjpbW3siaGVpZ2h0IjoiPD04NDMiLCJwYXRoIjoiXC9mXC8zZGMwMDFhYS1lMzJjLTQ3ZDktOTA4ZS1iNDgzZDRlYTMzZTVcL2Q2dDc2ZGYtZWZlOWU1NTgtMTVhNi00ZDkzLWJhYWItYjJlYjYyZDllY2I3LmpwZyIsIndpZHRoIjoiPD04MDAifV1dLCJhdWQiOlsidXJuOnNlcnZpY2U6aW1hZ2Uub3BlcmF0aW9ucyJdfQ.CXBKZ9-yH-9g3SmRCzhBAM--AyjYuQV2o4DhcTifNtE)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Jarv Valak</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 43 </span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Batarian </span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Kar'shan</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Mercenary Demolitionist</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Blunt | Direct | Honest | Pragmatic | Immoral | More than little prone to violence | Loves explosions | Unapologetic | Short-Tempered | Self-serving </span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</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 got off of Kar'shan when he joined a slaver gang's crew to earn the cash needed to advance up the social totem pole. Even the frontier colonist lived better than he did before they were taken away back to the Hegemony. Didn't help that his share of the profits wasn't nearly enough.<br><br>He became disillusioned after that and decided it was best to go elsewhere to find better prospects. He started on the Citadel, he'd always heard it was the centre of the other species' lives in this galaxy. He didn't find much there, but it was around this time news of the First Contact War got out, of which he paid little notice at the time. After the bust that was the Citadel Jarv tried the 'other' citadel, Omega. Now that was a good decision. All the merc work a Batarian could ask for, and all the fun jobs at that, the ones where you sent a message with glorious high explosives. He spent the next two decades of his life there, taking jobs he could, joining the Blue Suns for a good five years when they got off their high horse and opened the doors to Batarians, but left when it got dull, too much drug running and not enough fireballs. <br><br>Right now Jarv is in the lull between jobs. He has credits to his name, but he'll be needing more soon. And something to use all the detpacks on, only so many you can shove in an apartment before it starts to look slovenly.</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <br><br>- Very skilled in the art of blowing things up. Learned from both proper training and good old fashioned trial and error.<br><br>- Good with his SMG and pistol. You don't last long on Omega without knowing how to shoot.<br><br>- Streetwise. Nearly always knows a guy or, failing that, a guy who knows a guy who has what you need but don't have or can buy what you don't need but have. </span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Jarv is a bull-headed Batarian with little patience for being clever or polite interested mostly in himself and his pocket. When presented with a problem his first solution is to punch it, then shoot it, then blow it up and only then talk to it. This mindset may work most of the time on Omega, but elsewhere... </span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">THIS (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=61420)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>- Is not aggressively anti-human, just thinks they need to stop whinging and get on as everyone else does<br>- It is painfully hard to find decent Batarian artwork, not important but I'd like to state it regardless<br>- Plot hooks with the crims of Omega, he's been around the place a lot in the past two decades<br>- Theme song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EQvGuSHMbMc)</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/mtRzyzC.png) (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/78/5f/8c/785f8cb9ac2a75dff3169af8121eaa78.jpg) (https://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Mass-EFfect-ME2-Tempest-SMG-h.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/Ahokz30.png) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Re Z L</strong> on <strong>28-04-2021, 16:27:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Unito Roen&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/pVc4R4s.png)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Unito Roen</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">29</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Drell</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Kahje</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Thief/Infiltrator</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">| Sarcastic | Clever | Flirty | Curious | Spiritual | Risk-Taker | Independent | Mischievous |</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <br>Unito’s parents both died of Kepral’s Syndrome early on in her life on Kahje. First it was her father at around age 7, and then her mother a few years later when she turned 10. The memory of them both on their death beds are things that she’d never forget, though it was far from an uncommon story. The Hanar had set up orphanages for children in similar situations. By 11 she was working for one of the Hanar. As such a young girl she was viewed as being relatively harmless, but with her memory and a natural ability to sneak from place to place she made an excellent spy.<br><br>The Hanar, named Qaol, was simply a merchant which made her spying relatively safe. It wasn’t long before she was stealing things along with her spying. At first they were simply trinkets to memorialize the time, but eventually they became more extravagant and expensive. She was discovered, finally, by a security detail for a human merchant. Once caught they beat her nearly within an inch of her life. One of them smelled strongly of cigars, another had a grating, gravelly voice, a third was practically soaked in alcohol. It took her some years to get over the memory, but of course she became useless to Qaol now that she had a reputation circulating. She’d made some money for herself at least, and by 16 she had moved on. She left Kahje behind without looking back.<br><br>In the following years she travelled around. The Citadel, Earth, Thessia, Palavan, just to name a few of her brief destinations. She took up freelancing for mercenary groups, usually using her skills to “acquire” things that they wanted. Of course she didn’t usually stick to one place for too long. Her wanderlust could have put a Quarian to shame. Though she didn’t stay in any one place for too long, she made a good impression on some people—though frequently also made a bad impression on others.<br><br>Despite what some might call a lack of morality on her part, she is still deeply spiritual and worships the Drell deities in her own ways. In a way her spirituality has been her only steady companion throughout her life.<br></span><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Tactical Cloak | Recon Mine | Decoy </span><br><ul class="bbc_list"><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Thief –</strong> From card-shark to pick pocket to sneaking into places she’s not supposed to be, Unito is extremely skilled at the various arts of getting things she’s not supposed to have, which has made her adept at circumventing security measures, stealth, sleight of hand, and subterfuge.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Weapon Familiarity –</strong> While she has no formal training, Unito is particularly skilled with sniper rifles, as well as pistols. If neither of them are available she prefers to use a knife.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Well Travelled –</strong> Unito has travelled through most of the developed worlds, and (for better or worse) knows at least a couple less-savory people in each place.</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>Gambling –</strong> Unito likes to gamble, and she likes to cheat, which has a tendency to get her into various kinds of trouble.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Eidetic Flashbacks –</strong> Strong triggers can cause her to lose focus as she vividly recalls a memory, typically scents set this off more than others. These are usually traumatic moments in her life or otherwise extremely emotional memories.</span></li><li><span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><strong>Owes the Wrong People –</strong> While Unito has made a few friends in the galaxy, she’s also left behind a few enemies as well…usually because she owes them money (see: Gambling).</span></li></ul><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Ons/Offs (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=39480) Generally flexible, if something isn’t clear feel free to PM</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">As a Drell, Unito has a mild hallucinogenic venom in her skin, eidetic memory, and can see near-UV light, though has trouble differentiating dark reds from simply black.</span><br><br><br><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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-05-2021, 06:32:12</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Ashton Chase&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/uiGYgLb.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Ashton Chase</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 35</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Pansexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Human</span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">York, England. Earth.</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Head of Security - Kalanhai</span><br><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><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 ‘it is what it is’ outlook on life and doesn’t dwell on uncomfortable situations. Even though she works hard, she isn’t afraid to play even harder.</span><br><br><strong>Synospsis:-</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><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. 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, she was recommended to join the N7 program, and for a few more years Ashton was among the elite.<br><br>But the more she explored the universe, the more she wanted to get away from earth. From earth’s politics. From the xenophobic points of views that her species defended themselves with. She left the Alliance Navy and found herself sharing the friendship of an ex-Justicar, and has been traveling through the universe causing mischief and curious connections ever since...</span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> <br><br><strong>Biotic Charge:</strong> She was over there a minute ago… and now that guy has turned into paste against the wall!<br><strong>Concussive Shot:</strong> He was there a minute ago… and now that guy has turned into a smear on the ground!<br><strong>Overload:</strong> That Mech was there a minute ago… and now there are bits scattered like confetti all over the place!</span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br><br><strong>Commitment Issues:</strong> She’s married to her work first. Relationships are really confusing, and she isn’t exactly marriage material.<br><strong>Cold Blooded:</strong>You see one torture interrogation, you’ve seen them all… </span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> Find them here. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=326072.msg15622941#msg15622941)<br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"><br>Second in command on the Kalanhai, and V’s right-hand woman.<br>Ex-girlfriend of Aria T’loak</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center">(https://i.imgur.com/pVPtswH.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/Ey3kNQB.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/V1xeaDa.jpg) (https://i.imgur.com/cqu31aC.jpg) </div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: ME: Malady { Character Profiles }</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>thebobmaster</strong> on <strong>25-05-2021, 04:39:50</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">»<em>&nbsp; Telari Veran&nbsp; </em>« </span></div><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/10/87/c7/1087c735e908a9ac878fcc1a59df086a.jpg)</div><br><br><br><strong>Name:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Telari "Tel" Veran</span><br><br><strong>Age:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> 27</span><br><br><strong>Sexuality:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Bisexual</span><br><br><strong>Race:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Turian </span><br><br><strong>Birthplace:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Oma Ker</span><br><br><strong>Occupation:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Mercenary</span><br><br><strong>Personality Traits:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Telari tends to have two sides to her. Sober, she's a trustworthy ally, and quite friendly. Never has more than a snark to say about any situation, but even then, her snark tends to be limited. She's the rare mercenary who cannot be bought once she's committed to a contract as well. The term "available to the highest bidder" is not only something that doesn't apply to her, but she is more than open about her distaste for mercenaries who allow their loyalties to change just over a matter of credits.<br><br>When she's had a bit to drink, however...the story changes a bit. Her snark gets more venomous, and while she can still be trusted to at least have her heart in the right place, she's a lot more headstrong when under the influence, rather than "Whatever you say, boss." You'd think a few bar fights would have taught her a lesson, but she's a stubborn one. Once she sobers up, however, she'll be the first to attempt damage control, with honest contrition for any lines she may have crossed...although the sheets she goes under she has no apologies for. </span><br><br><strong>Synopsis:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Her story started like most turians. Grew up, joined the military life, and then it all went wrong. When her commanding officer turned up deceased and half-nude in her quarters, not everyone bought her claims of self-defense. Even after an investigation cleared her, and in fact corroborated her claims, the simple fact was that she was a young private who had shot her captain, and the cloud that formed over her seemed to follow her from post to post. In frustration, and after several reprimands for drunken brawls, she left the military life, going from planet to planet hiring herself out as a mercenary. For the right price, or the right motivation, she was open to just about anything. The more illegal, the pricier, but that just let her have more discerning tastes in alcohol. On Omega, she feels more comfortable than most of her other "posts". No one cares who she is, all that matters is what she will do. And most bars even still let her drink as long as she pays the repairs.<br><br>The reason that so many put up with her occasional drunken brawls is simple. Omega is full of mercenaries who will do anything for credits, but Telari is not one of those. She has gone on record as turning down any contracts or jobs that involve the harm of innocents, even if that harm is incidental to the main task. While she has taken on assassination contracts in the past, the only people she's killed for money are those who would be arrested on any world that had a functioning legal system. Despite her acrimonious departure from the military, Telari has maintained her moral stances and feels it's her duty to step in if the law can't or won't, not to cross the law herself. <br><br>In addition, there are rumors that she'll take contracts for next to nothing if they have an altruistic purpose. While she's been sure that no one can confirm the rumors still on Omega (after all, being a soft touch on Omega is being a target), there is a quarian that will tell anyone on the Fleet that all she had to do was ask for some help when the going got tough on Omega, and a turian lady offered her services as a bodyguard for room and board, even assisting her during the Pilgrimage (marking one of the few times Telari has ever left Omega since arriving 5 years ago). </span><br><br><strong>Skills:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font"> Overload, Incinerate, Concussive Shot </span><br><br><strong>Weaknesses and Flaws:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Her struggles to deal with her past has led to her having a fondness for drinking, and when she drinks, she can get fairly mean. If her snark ever goes from teasing to venomous, it's a warning that she should be cut off, or at least gently encouraged to drink some water. In addition, while it rarely has come up for her, she tends to react very negatively to any attempt to grab her by the neck, due to what happened with her commanding officer. While she can generally keep her cool under most circumstances, even in battle, she's been known to have a panic attack if that particular move is attempted.&nbsp; </span><br><br><strong>Kinks:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">Please provide a link to your On's and Off's like: Roleplay Preferences (up to date, unlike the description) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/onsoffs.php?u=9541)</span><br><br><strong>Notes:-</strong> <span style="font-family: ariel black;" class="bbc_font">While she is decent in a fist fight, her skill set is intentionally set up by her training to specialize in weakening the enemy to set them up for others to finish off. For that reason, she tends to prefer working with someone than solo. In addition, she has several scars thanks to her previous bar fights. Finally, she has a nervous tic involving running a hand over her throat, which tends to be the only sign that she's troubled.</span><br><br><br><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>
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