Joker
We have come to terms
- AKA
- Godot
Mumble, the First Contact War was in 2157 - 28 years ago in ME time.
So it's kind of hard for him to be born on Citadel six years before humans made contact with alien life. =/
Interest Check: Mass Effect RP
- Thread starter Joe
- Start date
So it's kind of hard for him to be born on Citadel six years before humans made contact with alien life. =/
Joe
I KEEP MY IDEALS
- AKA
- Joe, Arcana
Name: Sarah 'Swan Song' Rose
Race: Human
Age: 26
Position: Pilot of the SSV Odessa.
Rank: Flight Lieutenant (Alliance Military)
Appearance: Sarah has short blonde hair, very feminine features and a medium-small frame. Her eyes are mostly white with little remnants of the hazel eye colour she once had. She wears a standard alliance uniform when aboard the Odessa, but has been occasionaly known to ignore the rules from time to time for more casual wear.
Personality: Sarah is known for her blunt personality. She doesn't really give much care for anything outside of the ship's bridge. She does not isolate herself however, and would prefer to observe others rather than spend time to herself. To this end she even utilizes the few listening devices scattered across the public areas of the ship to keep herself occupied during flight. Her dry wit also rears its head from time to time, sometimes at the best moments, other times when it is nothing less than innappropriate. She has been told that her sense of humour needs work from several crew members in the past.
History: Sarah grew up on Terra Nova as a normal young girl, with no real aspiration to ever join the military. During her early teen years her mother remarried and moved the family home. Sarah didn't get on with her new family, especially her step-father who from time to time hit her as a consequence for her actions. During a visit from her father who was frequently away on alliance business, she stowed away on his ship to live with him. When he found her he was shocked. He notified her mother but the two made an agreement that Sarah could live aboard his ship the SSR Roucoux for a maximum of 3 years, as it was a non-combat vessel.
Three years went by and Sarah reached the age of 18. She was due to return to Terra Nova months later. She hated the idea of having to leave the Roucoux as she had made her own kind of family there. All of the crew members had welcomed her, and she had learnt a lot from them. For an 18 year old, her knowledge of a ship's internal workings were quite advanced. She had even been let to fly the ship a couple of times when in open airspace, under the watchful eye of her father and the ship's pilot.
A month later, the SSR Roucoux was tasked with bringing an Asari diplomat back to the citadel, as an inexperienced pilot had made an unsteady landing on a planet. The crew picked up the diplomat and set course for the Citadel. The ship was intercepted after it had passed the halfway mark and attacked by a Batarian vessel. The Batarians had hoped to use the Asari as a bargaining pawn in the hopes of resecuring their embassy in citadel space. The more advanced weaponry was no match for the Roucoux, tearing right through its shields and killing most of the crew when they refused to hand over the diplomat. Sarah watched her father die as the canon tore through the ship and engulfed him in a explosion. She was barely allowed time to grieve as the ships warning lights alerted any that were alive that its main systems were failing. Burying her grief, Sarah picked up her fathers alliance breather helmet and ran to communications bridge to send a message to the alliance. Before she got there however a message played over the tannoy from the pilot, that he had been wounded and lost most of his upper body functions. There were few left alive, only those in engineering had avoided total ship damage.
When Sarah arrived at the cockpit, the pilot was unconscious on the floor and almost looked dead, he had lost a lot of blood. She got in the cockpit and started performing hasty maneouvers, none that she had learnt of. Before long they passed through an asteroid field, losing the attention of the Batarians who assumed they were dead, or would be dead. Sarah wasted no time in escaping the field, having no experience in maneouvering through one. After some minor engine ruptures and a few minor collisions, The Roucoux reached the Citadel. An escort ship approached the ship when the damage was spotted. The surviving crew members, aswell as the Asari were taken off the ship. The ship's engineers were given commendations for the bravery in an unforeseen circumstance.
Upon finding Sarah, the Alliance captain mistook her for her father due to her face being obscured by his helmet. She removed the helmet when she was incorrectly addressed 'Mr. Rose'. Outstanded that such a young girl could have achieved such a feat, the captain presented her with a medal for her skill, determination and soldier-like bravery. Sarah was offered safe passage back to Terra Nova but she declined, wanting to joing the Alliance in her father's place. There was a ceremony on the Citadel for the lost members of the Roucoux days later. Upon reaching her father, the alliance admiral presenting the ceremony told her "You were his Swan Song, his last gift to us before his passing. For that you are both Hero's."
For the last eight years, Sarah has served on several vessels. Her grief of the event subsided, leaving her with a fractured personality, but her renown did not. Her nickname is known by many high-ranking alliance officials, even to this day.
Homeworld: Terra Nova
Race: Human
Age: 26
Position: Pilot of the SSV Odessa.
Rank: Flight Lieutenant (Alliance Military)
Appearance: Sarah has short blonde hair, very feminine features and a medium-small frame. Her eyes are mostly white with little remnants of the hazel eye colour she once had. She wears a standard alliance uniform when aboard the Odessa, but has been occasionaly known to ignore the rules from time to time for more casual wear.
Personality: Sarah is known for her blunt personality. She doesn't really give much care for anything outside of the ship's bridge. She does not isolate herself however, and would prefer to observe others rather than spend time to herself. To this end she even utilizes the few listening devices scattered across the public areas of the ship to keep herself occupied during flight. Her dry wit also rears its head from time to time, sometimes at the best moments, other times when it is nothing less than innappropriate. She has been told that her sense of humour needs work from several crew members in the past.
History: Sarah grew up on Terra Nova as a normal young girl, with no real aspiration to ever join the military. During her early teen years her mother remarried and moved the family home. Sarah didn't get on with her new family, especially her step-father who from time to time hit her as a consequence for her actions. During a visit from her father who was frequently away on alliance business, she stowed away on his ship to live with him. When he found her he was shocked. He notified her mother but the two made an agreement that Sarah could live aboard his ship the SSR Roucoux for a maximum of 3 years, as it was a non-combat vessel.
Three years went by and Sarah reached the age of 18. She was due to return to Terra Nova months later. She hated the idea of having to leave the Roucoux as she had made her own kind of family there. All of the crew members had welcomed her, and she had learnt a lot from them. For an 18 year old, her knowledge of a ship's internal workings were quite advanced. She had even been let to fly the ship a couple of times when in open airspace, under the watchful eye of her father and the ship's pilot.
A month later, the SSR Roucoux was tasked with bringing an Asari diplomat back to the citadel, as an inexperienced pilot had made an unsteady landing on a planet. The crew picked up the diplomat and set course for the Citadel. The ship was intercepted after it had passed the halfway mark and attacked by a Batarian vessel. The Batarians had hoped to use the Asari as a bargaining pawn in the hopes of resecuring their embassy in citadel space. The more advanced weaponry was no match for the Roucoux, tearing right through its shields and killing most of the crew when they refused to hand over the diplomat. Sarah watched her father die as the canon tore through the ship and engulfed him in a explosion. She was barely allowed time to grieve as the ships warning lights alerted any that were alive that its main systems were failing. Burying her grief, Sarah picked up her fathers alliance breather helmet and ran to communications bridge to send a message to the alliance. Before she got there however a message played over the tannoy from the pilot, that he had been wounded and lost most of his upper body functions. There were few left alive, only those in engineering had avoided total ship damage.
When Sarah arrived at the cockpit, the pilot was unconscious on the floor and almost looked dead, he had lost a lot of blood. She got in the cockpit and started performing hasty maneouvers, none that she had learnt of. Before long they passed through an asteroid field, losing the attention of the Batarians who assumed they were dead, or would be dead. Sarah wasted no time in escaping the field, having no experience in maneouvering through one. After some minor engine ruptures and a few minor collisions, The Roucoux reached the Citadel. An escort ship approached the ship when the damage was spotted. The surviving crew members, aswell as the Asari were taken off the ship. The ship's engineers were given commendations for the bravery in an unforeseen circumstance.
Upon finding Sarah, the Alliance captain mistook her for her father due to her face being obscured by his helmet. She removed the helmet when she was incorrectly addressed 'Mr. Rose'. Outstanded that such a young girl could have achieved such a feat, the captain presented her with a medal for her skill, determination and soldier-like bravery. Sarah was offered safe passage back to Terra Nova but she declined, wanting to joing the Alliance in her father's place. There was a ceremony on the Citadel for the lost members of the Roucoux days later. Upon reaching her father, the alliance admiral presenting the ceremony told her "You were his Swan Song, his last gift to us before his passing. For that you are both Hero's."
For the last eight years, Sarah has served on several vessels. Her grief of the event subsided, leaving her with a fractured personality, but her renown did not. Her nickname is known by many high-ranking alliance officials, even to this day.
Homeworld: Terra Nova
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Hisako
消えないひさ&#
- AKA
- Satsu, BRIAN BLESSED, MIGHTY AND WISE Junpei Iori: Ace Detective, Maccaffrickstonson von Lichtenstafford Frabenschnaben, Polite Krogan, Robert Baratheon
Okay so this brings up something else as well - what year is this set in specifically?
Hisako
消えないひさ&#
- AKA
- Satsu, BRIAN BLESSED, MIGHTY AND WISE Junpei Iori: Ace Detective, Maccaffrickstonson von Lichtenstafford Frabenschnaben, Polite Krogan, Robert Baratheon
Excellentface. Well, at least it puts things into perspective, although we should have really told everyone this in the first place 
Sheva Alomar
I'm Alive and on Fire
- AKA
- Adri, Sir Integra, Fiona, Sango
When I get home I shall be arsed to make bios.
Super Mario
IT'S A ME!
- AKA
- Jesse McCree. I feel like a New Man
Rumpelstiltskin
Banned
- AKA
- L, Castiel, Scotty Mc Dickerson
The RP hasn't started yet, it's plenty of time
Good cause im just starting to sober up and plan to do a human/drell & Quarian bio in the forseeable future.
Dana Scully
Special Agent
- AKA
- YACCBS, Legato Bluesummers, Daenaerys Targaryen, Revy, Kate Beckett, Samantha Carter, Matsumoto Rangiku
Incoming wall of text:
Name: Evangeline 'Angel' Kassian/Samantha Grey
Race: Human
Age: 23
Position: Freelancer
Rank (if applicable): N/A
Appearance: Hazel eyes, with dirty, wild blonde hair that's cut shoulder length and often covered in a dark cap or hood. She wears dark-coloured, practical clothing; Alliance-issued cargos, t-shirts or wife beaters, hooded, slightly baggy jackets, fingerless gloves and steel-toed work boots. Tall, has a lean, fairly flat-chested build, and is slightly tanned from her time spent working the farms on Eden Prime. She has a permanent gauntness to her face, courtesy of both to her lack of food growing up and her addiction, which only serves to further enhance her sharp, almost mean features. In addition to her patchwork right arm, her knees, elbows and back are a mess of scars from squeezing through tight places before she could afford thicker, more protective clothing.
Personality: While not unfriendly, she is mistrustful of others and purposefully keeps herself at arm’s distance from everyone. When people ask her about her past or her injuries she either deflects the question or simply lies outright. Very practical, she keeps herself as distant from her emotions as she does other people. Stubborn, cynical, and with a black sense of humour that can be quite harsh, she easily loses patience with optimists, seeing them as naïve. She can, when necessary, put on the charm or the intimidation to get what she needs, but she prefers to avoid public confrontations as they attract too much attention. Due to her struggle with addiction, she doesn't touch drugs or alcohol. Very creative and with lots of mechanical experience, she is adept at jury-rigging devices out of scrap parts, though her electronic skills are only basic. Proficient with pistols and submachine guns, she is also very talented at hand-to-hand combat, as her smuggling days often took her into situations where no weapons were allowed.
History: Born on Caleston, Evangeline moved to Omega at a very young age, her mother wishing to be a 'proper family' with her father, an Eclipse merc. In less than a year her father walked out, leaving Evangeline's mother with a small child to raise and almost no money. Her mother, who had been a mechanic on the eezo refineries of Caleston, opened a small machine repair shop, and although creds were very tight the two of them scraped by. Her mother trained Evangeline in the mechanic trade, and even at a young age Evangeline showed a knack for coming up with creative, cobbled machines made from nothing but scraps.
As Evangeline grew older, she began to sneak out and explore the city of Omega while her mother was working. She soon discovered the often untraveled maintenance shafts and vents, and devoted almost all her spare time exploring them. She soon became more familiar with her district of Omega than residents who had lived there for decades.
A month before her tenth birthday, the Blood Pack made an aggressive expansion into Eclipse territory. While Evangeline was out exploring, Blood Pack mercs assaulted the market where her mother worked. By the time she returned, the battle was over. Evangeline's mother was gone; she was neither among the corpses or the cowering survivors. Evangeline returned to her apartment and waited, but her mother was never seen again.
After a week the food in the apartment ran out, and Evangeline began her life on the street. She stayed alive by stealing, but she was often on the verge of starvation. Eventually, she grew desperate enough to try and steal from an Eclipse merc - the merc spent almost an hour chasing her through the dark passageways of Omega. He caught her, and rather than shoot her, was impressed enough by her evasion skills he offered her a job as a drug runner in exchange for food and petty cash. Evangeline accepted.
Evangeline, affectionately known as Angel among the Eclipse, proved as creative at smuggling as she was with machines. In the next six years she became one of the most reliable Eclipse smugglers, running red sand, Hallex, and dirty eezo all over the Terminus systems.
At 17 she was put in charge of Eclipse's Citadel distribution unit, and under her leadership they made a number of expansions. On her 18th birthday she was granted a full Eclipse membership.
In the celebration party that followed, she experimented with red sand for the first time. Within two months she was sandblasting daily, and the funds she had built up over her career quickly vanished. She began dipping into the very drugs she was supposed to be smuggling, and it was only a matter of time until Eclipse caught on.
Fleeing the Citadel, she stowed away on an Alliance transport. When it arrived at its destination - Eden Prime - what small amount of red sand she had managed to take with her had run out. Desperate for more, she visited one of the dealers she had dealt with before, only to find two Eclipse enforcers waiting for her.
Though she won the fight that followed, her entire right arm was crushed by biotics in the struggle. Half dead and unconscious, she was taken by a passing citizen to one of the free clinics. With extensive use of cybernetics, synthetics, and nerve graphs, full functionality of her arm was restored, but the clinic did not have the medi-gel to spare for aesthetic repair. Evangeline woke up to find her arm a mess of metal, plastic, and scar tissue, and spent a week in the clinic in severe withdrawal.
Disgusted with her addiction, once she'd gotten over the worst of the withdrawal she signed on under the alias Samantha Grey to work as a temporary farmhand on an isolated agriunit, far away from any red sand. She grew to enjoy the simple work, and extended her contract. For two years she worked on the unit and as a mechanic on a transport ship to Mindoir.
While Evangeline was on one the Mindoir trips, Eden Prime was attacked by the geth. The agriunit where she worked was destroyed. Evangeline, still using her alias Samantha Grey, now hitches rides from planet to planet, doing odd jobs and keeping a low profile.
Homeworld: Caleston/Omega
Name: Serge Lukyanov
Race: Human
Age: 42
Position: Systems Alliance
Rank (if applicable): Gunnery Chief, SSV Odessa
Appearance: 'Built like a brick shithouse' is probably the most adequate description of Lukyanov's build. Standing 6'4 and close to 300 pounds, the man is bulky but moves with the grace of a boxer. Short cropped dark brown hair that's started turning grey at the temples, with broad facial features and pale blue eyes.
Personality: Very friendly and laid-back, with a permanent shit-eating grin on his face. He has a huge bellowing laugh, and loves taking the shit out of his fellow crew members, though it's always in good fun. He takes his duty seriously, however, and knows when there's time for jokes and when to shut up and follow orders. If it fires bullets - or any other sort of ammunition - he knows how to use it, and how to maintain it.
History: Born in Moscow, he dreamed of joining the Alliance ever since his father showed him a broken old model of a dreadnought. Growing up, he worked on his father's farm with his two brothers until he turned eighteen, when he signed up with the Alliance. A career soldier, he's a veteran of many battles, including the Skyllian Blitz and Torfan.
Homeworld: Earth
Name: Evangeline 'Angel' Kassian/Samantha Grey
Race: Human
Age: 23
Position: Freelancer
Rank (if applicable): N/A
Appearance: Hazel eyes, with dirty, wild blonde hair that's cut shoulder length and often covered in a dark cap or hood. She wears dark-coloured, practical clothing; Alliance-issued cargos, t-shirts or wife beaters, hooded, slightly baggy jackets, fingerless gloves and steel-toed work boots. Tall, has a lean, fairly flat-chested build, and is slightly tanned from her time spent working the farms on Eden Prime. She has a permanent gauntness to her face, courtesy of both to her lack of food growing up and her addiction, which only serves to further enhance her sharp, almost mean features. In addition to her patchwork right arm, her knees, elbows and back are a mess of scars from squeezing through tight places before she could afford thicker, more protective clothing.
Personality: While not unfriendly, she is mistrustful of others and purposefully keeps herself at arm’s distance from everyone. When people ask her about her past or her injuries she either deflects the question or simply lies outright. Very practical, she keeps herself as distant from her emotions as she does other people. Stubborn, cynical, and with a black sense of humour that can be quite harsh, she easily loses patience with optimists, seeing them as naïve. She can, when necessary, put on the charm or the intimidation to get what she needs, but she prefers to avoid public confrontations as they attract too much attention. Due to her struggle with addiction, she doesn't touch drugs or alcohol. Very creative and with lots of mechanical experience, she is adept at jury-rigging devices out of scrap parts, though her electronic skills are only basic. Proficient with pistols and submachine guns, she is also very talented at hand-to-hand combat, as her smuggling days often took her into situations where no weapons were allowed.
History: Born on Caleston, Evangeline moved to Omega at a very young age, her mother wishing to be a 'proper family' with her father, an Eclipse merc. In less than a year her father walked out, leaving Evangeline's mother with a small child to raise and almost no money. Her mother, who had been a mechanic on the eezo refineries of Caleston, opened a small machine repair shop, and although creds were very tight the two of them scraped by. Her mother trained Evangeline in the mechanic trade, and even at a young age Evangeline showed a knack for coming up with creative, cobbled machines made from nothing but scraps.
As Evangeline grew older, she began to sneak out and explore the city of Omega while her mother was working. She soon discovered the often untraveled maintenance shafts and vents, and devoted almost all her spare time exploring them. She soon became more familiar with her district of Omega than residents who had lived there for decades.
A month before her tenth birthday, the Blood Pack made an aggressive expansion into Eclipse territory. While Evangeline was out exploring, Blood Pack mercs assaulted the market where her mother worked. By the time she returned, the battle was over. Evangeline's mother was gone; she was neither among the corpses or the cowering survivors. Evangeline returned to her apartment and waited, but her mother was never seen again.
After a week the food in the apartment ran out, and Evangeline began her life on the street. She stayed alive by stealing, but she was often on the verge of starvation. Eventually, she grew desperate enough to try and steal from an Eclipse merc - the merc spent almost an hour chasing her through the dark passageways of Omega. He caught her, and rather than shoot her, was impressed enough by her evasion skills he offered her a job as a drug runner in exchange for food and petty cash. Evangeline accepted.
Evangeline, affectionately known as Angel among the Eclipse, proved as creative at smuggling as she was with machines. In the next six years she became one of the most reliable Eclipse smugglers, running red sand, Hallex, and dirty eezo all over the Terminus systems.
At 17 she was put in charge of Eclipse's Citadel distribution unit, and under her leadership they made a number of expansions. On her 18th birthday she was granted a full Eclipse membership.
In the celebration party that followed, she experimented with red sand for the first time. Within two months she was sandblasting daily, and the funds she had built up over her career quickly vanished. She began dipping into the very drugs she was supposed to be smuggling, and it was only a matter of time until Eclipse caught on.
Fleeing the Citadel, she stowed away on an Alliance transport. When it arrived at its destination - Eden Prime - what small amount of red sand she had managed to take with her had run out. Desperate for more, she visited one of the dealers she had dealt with before, only to find two Eclipse enforcers waiting for her.
Though she won the fight that followed, her entire right arm was crushed by biotics in the struggle. Half dead and unconscious, she was taken by a passing citizen to one of the free clinics. With extensive use of cybernetics, synthetics, and nerve graphs, full functionality of her arm was restored, but the clinic did not have the medi-gel to spare for aesthetic repair. Evangeline woke up to find her arm a mess of metal, plastic, and scar tissue, and spent a week in the clinic in severe withdrawal.
Disgusted with her addiction, once she'd gotten over the worst of the withdrawal she signed on under the alias Samantha Grey to work as a temporary farmhand on an isolated agriunit, far away from any red sand. She grew to enjoy the simple work, and extended her contract. For two years she worked on the unit and as a mechanic on a transport ship to Mindoir.
While Evangeline was on one the Mindoir trips, Eden Prime was attacked by the geth. The agriunit where she worked was destroyed. Evangeline, still using her alias Samantha Grey, now hitches rides from planet to planet, doing odd jobs and keeping a low profile.
Homeworld: Caleston/Omega
Name: Serge Lukyanov
Race: Human
Age: 42
Position: Systems Alliance
Rank (if applicable): Gunnery Chief, SSV Odessa
Appearance: 'Built like a brick shithouse' is probably the most adequate description of Lukyanov's build. Standing 6'4 and close to 300 pounds, the man is bulky but moves with the grace of a boxer. Short cropped dark brown hair that's started turning grey at the temples, with broad facial features and pale blue eyes.
Personality: Very friendly and laid-back, with a permanent shit-eating grin on his face. He has a huge bellowing laugh, and loves taking the shit out of his fellow crew members, though it's always in good fun. He takes his duty seriously, however, and knows when there's time for jokes and when to shut up and follow orders. If it fires bullets - or any other sort of ammunition - he knows how to use it, and how to maintain it.
History: Born in Moscow, he dreamed of joining the Alliance ever since his father showed him a broken old model of a dreadnought. Growing up, he worked on his father's farm with his two brothers until he turned eighteen, when he signed up with the Alliance. A career soldier, he's a veteran of many battles, including the Skyllian Blitz and Torfan.
Homeworld: Earth
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Rumpelstiltskin
Banned
- AKA
- L, Castiel, Scotty Mc Dickerson
Hopefully this is ok.
Name: Merrick Asura
Race: Human
Age: 23
Position: Weapons Engineer Artificer SSV Odessa
Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Homeworld: Eden Prime
Appearance: Merrick stands at a staggering height of 6”3 and developed in other ways from an early age. Her body attracted the wrong sort of attention while she was growing up and as a result she took solace within literature of old earth that her father would bring back. Merrick has long black hair that matches her ivory complexion as well as dazzling blue eyes that people comment are her best feature.
When off duty, Merrick chooses to wear loose fitting clothes so not to attract attention to her body, which is a contrast to her tight fitting uniform when on duty. Her uniform hugs her figure perfectly allowing for comfort while working as well as reducing the chances of clothing being caught in machinery.
Personality: Merrick is a happy individual who finds making friends hard, her life on Eden Prime was isolated and she often finds more joy reading alone in her room than conversing with others. Although shy, the friends Merrick does have are loyal to her and quick to defend her in situations where her naivety gets the better of her. Having a sharp mind she is capable of breaking down even the most advanced of technologies to their basic components and rebuilding them with eagerness.
History: Merrick was raised by a retired war hero of the alliance navy, her father moved to Eden Prime after her mother fell pregnant and soon set work as a security consultant to the local populace. When she was born the doctors were late in arriving for Merrick’s birth and due to complications her mother died in childbirth. Her father spent the remainder of his life depressed and isolated from the other humans on the colony, only dealing with an asari who frequently visited during the darkest periods in his life. Even though her father chose to isolate himself from humanity he always made sure that Merrick always felt loved and cared for. Often taking trips and leaving her in the care of his friend the asari, he would always return with stories of the alliance navy’s newest ship as well as providing more reading material for the young girl to engorge herself with.
At the age of 16 Merrick’s father died and she was left in the care of the same asari woman who had visited throughout her life. The asari to whom had never spoke her name before finally instructed Merrick that her name was Ki’lanah and that she had been saved by Merrick’s father during his alliance years. Owing her life to the man she had chosen to spend her life trying to repay his dept. Taking Merrick from Eden Prime they travelled across away from the isolated human colony and relocated on the Citadel where Merrick was amazed at the sights and sounds of the busy colony.
Ki’lanah showed great interest in Merrick and spent countless credits on educating her to the point where her tutors could no longer keep up. By age 20 Merrick had been scouted by the alliance military and was offered a place as a weapons engineer onboard the SSV Odessa where she quickly shone as a bright engineer who specialised in alien technology and remnants of ancient earth.
Name: Shiana Konada
Race: Drell
Age: 19
Position: N/A
Rank: N/A
Homeworld: Kahje
Appearance: Like all Drell, Shiana has a reptilian quality to her face that is accentuated by the contrast of light and dark plates around her eyes. Her eyes keep their dark shine like most of her kind yet her physique is that of well kept having trained all her life as a bodyguard for a local hanar merchant. From an early age she was raised by her mother and father to become a bodyguard and at an early age she was declared as ready when she killed a batarian assassin who had been targeted her father after his involvement with one of the hanar business deals. Although lean looking in appearance Shiana has a hidden strength that appears when she fights hand to hand as well as powerful biotics that have been trained much like her body. Wearing a dark green and black trench coat above her top and bottoms Shiana can easily hide weapons without so much as a second guess from passers by.
Personality: Shiana learnt from an early age that words could only attract trouble, choosing to let action take precedence over conversation she is often rash in her actions and as a result is seen as a wildcard among the others in her family. Choosing to remain silent when bored she is often regarded as being distant and rude even though this is merely because she doesn’t feel the need to speak unless necessary. Believing that her words must carry meaning Shiana seems to draw everyone’s attention when she does speak and often those who had once been against her ideals are quick to change their mind.
History: Shiana was born to carry on the job of her father and mother, being raised to serve a hanar family she was a necessity that transgressed her lineage. Her father had taken to training her body for every situation and as her family often travelled with the hanar to various spaceports and colonies she was quickly introduced to the various species that occupied the galaxy. Her mother was kind and took the softer approach to her training, often choosing to isolate Shiana when teaching her how to use her biotic powers. When she was 13, Shiana was training with her father in hand to hand combat when a sniper wounded him in the shoulder, both of them managing to take cover quickly Shiana acted on instinct and ripped the attacker from his perch atop a nearby building. When the attacker was visible Shiana identified him as a batarian to whom her father had humiliated when he had become irate with their master. Choosing to deal with the attacker directly Shiana was soon seen by her father as choking the life from the assassin before returning to see to her fathers wounds. Over the next six years however the hanar to whom her family had served throughout numerous generations began dealing more and more with underground factions and was rumoured to have dealings with the infamous shadow broker also. As each year passed Shiana and her family found it harder to keep the hanar safe and by the age of 18 Shiana took the hanar’s life herself when she learnt of his ploy to kill his own bodyguards in order to gain more credibility among his contacts.
For a year Shiana has travelled from colony to colony taking jobs as she finds them some as a bodyguard for short periods and other jobs as a hired gun using her mix of close combat skills with her biotics to deal death to her targets.
Name: Merrick Asura
Race: Human
Age: 23
Position: Weapons Engineer Artificer SSV Odessa
Rank: Chief Petty Officer
Homeworld: Eden Prime
Appearance: Merrick stands at a staggering height of 6”3 and developed in other ways from an early age. Her body attracted the wrong sort of attention while she was growing up and as a result she took solace within literature of old earth that her father would bring back. Merrick has long black hair that matches her ivory complexion as well as dazzling blue eyes that people comment are her best feature.
When off duty, Merrick chooses to wear loose fitting clothes so not to attract attention to her body, which is a contrast to her tight fitting uniform when on duty. Her uniform hugs her figure perfectly allowing for comfort while working as well as reducing the chances of clothing being caught in machinery.
Personality: Merrick is a happy individual who finds making friends hard, her life on Eden Prime was isolated and she often finds more joy reading alone in her room than conversing with others. Although shy, the friends Merrick does have are loyal to her and quick to defend her in situations where her naivety gets the better of her. Having a sharp mind she is capable of breaking down even the most advanced of technologies to their basic components and rebuilding them with eagerness.
History: Merrick was raised by a retired war hero of the alliance navy, her father moved to Eden Prime after her mother fell pregnant and soon set work as a security consultant to the local populace. When she was born the doctors were late in arriving for Merrick’s birth and due to complications her mother died in childbirth. Her father spent the remainder of his life depressed and isolated from the other humans on the colony, only dealing with an asari who frequently visited during the darkest periods in his life. Even though her father chose to isolate himself from humanity he always made sure that Merrick always felt loved and cared for. Often taking trips and leaving her in the care of his friend the asari, he would always return with stories of the alliance navy’s newest ship as well as providing more reading material for the young girl to engorge herself with.
At the age of 16 Merrick’s father died and she was left in the care of the same asari woman who had visited throughout her life. The asari to whom had never spoke her name before finally instructed Merrick that her name was Ki’lanah and that she had been saved by Merrick’s father during his alliance years. Owing her life to the man she had chosen to spend her life trying to repay his dept. Taking Merrick from Eden Prime they travelled across away from the isolated human colony and relocated on the Citadel where Merrick was amazed at the sights and sounds of the busy colony.
Ki’lanah showed great interest in Merrick and spent countless credits on educating her to the point where her tutors could no longer keep up. By age 20 Merrick had been scouted by the alliance military and was offered a place as a weapons engineer onboard the SSV Odessa where she quickly shone as a bright engineer who specialised in alien technology and remnants of ancient earth.
Name: Shiana Konada
Race: Drell
Age: 19
Position: N/A
Rank: N/A
Homeworld: Kahje
Appearance: Like all Drell, Shiana has a reptilian quality to her face that is accentuated by the contrast of light and dark plates around her eyes. Her eyes keep their dark shine like most of her kind yet her physique is that of well kept having trained all her life as a bodyguard for a local hanar merchant. From an early age she was raised by her mother and father to become a bodyguard and at an early age she was declared as ready when she killed a batarian assassin who had been targeted her father after his involvement with one of the hanar business deals. Although lean looking in appearance Shiana has a hidden strength that appears when she fights hand to hand as well as powerful biotics that have been trained much like her body. Wearing a dark green and black trench coat above her top and bottoms Shiana can easily hide weapons without so much as a second guess from passers by.
Personality: Shiana learnt from an early age that words could only attract trouble, choosing to let action take precedence over conversation she is often rash in her actions and as a result is seen as a wildcard among the others in her family. Choosing to remain silent when bored she is often regarded as being distant and rude even though this is merely because she doesn’t feel the need to speak unless necessary. Believing that her words must carry meaning Shiana seems to draw everyone’s attention when she does speak and often those who had once been against her ideals are quick to change their mind.
History: Shiana was born to carry on the job of her father and mother, being raised to serve a hanar family she was a necessity that transgressed her lineage. Her father had taken to training her body for every situation and as her family often travelled with the hanar to various spaceports and colonies she was quickly introduced to the various species that occupied the galaxy. Her mother was kind and took the softer approach to her training, often choosing to isolate Shiana when teaching her how to use her biotic powers. When she was 13, Shiana was training with her father in hand to hand combat when a sniper wounded him in the shoulder, both of them managing to take cover quickly Shiana acted on instinct and ripped the attacker from his perch atop a nearby building. When the attacker was visible Shiana identified him as a batarian to whom her father had humiliated when he had become irate with their master. Choosing to deal with the attacker directly Shiana was soon seen by her father as choking the life from the assassin before returning to see to her fathers wounds. Over the next six years however the hanar to whom her family had served throughout numerous generations began dealing more and more with underground factions and was rumoured to have dealings with the infamous shadow broker also. As each year passed Shiana and her family found it harder to keep the hanar safe and by the age of 18 Shiana took the hanar’s life herself when she learnt of his ploy to kill his own bodyguards in order to gain more credibility among his contacts.
For a year Shiana has travelled from colony to colony taking jobs as she finds them some as a bodyguard for short periods and other jobs as a hired gun using her mix of close combat skills with her biotics to deal death to her targets.
Rumpelstiltskin
Banned
- AKA
- L, Castiel, Scotty Mc Dickerson
cock 
Alessa Gillespie
a letter to my future self
- AKA
- Sansa Stark, Sweet Bro, Feferi, tentacleTherapist, Nin, Aki, Catwoman, Shinjiro Aragaki, Terezi, Princess Bubblegum
Dana Scully
Special Agent
- AKA
- YACCBS, Legato Bluesummers, Daenaerys Targaryen, Revy, Kate Beckett, Samantha Carter, Matsumoto Rangiku
Edited my bio post to add Serge Lukyanov, Gunnery Chief on the SSV Omega.
Madame Mayor
Banned
I hope you guys aren't going to be posting in those colours in the actual RP. I turn that shit off in forum settings for a reason.
Alex
alex is dead
- AKA
- Alex, Ashes, Pennywise, Bill Weasley, Jack's Smirking Revenge, Sterling Archer
I always found colour formatting to be mind shreddingly tedious, I'd definitely be in favour of leaving it out for this RP 
If you need to use colours to tell the difference between characters whilst reading a post then you probably need to learn to read better to begin with.
If you need to use colours to tell the difference between characters whilst reading a post then you probably need to learn to read better to begin with.