Post by Zan on Aug 21, 2011 22:01:39 GMT -5
Name: Kavil Akaven
Race: Turian
Class: Soldier
Biotics: none
Age: 35
Height/Weight/Bodytype: 6'9"/220 lbs/Built
General Appearance: top of post
Personality: Hard and much like a hurricane just under wraps when angered. Philosophical mind for the most part. Very focused. Will finish what he starts, or what he's brought into. Word is his bond, and he does not take betrayal kindly(read: he will end traitors). If tasked with something, he will get it done, even in ways the employer didn't anticipate or desire. Has a thing for big guns. Usually very savvy when dealing with others; lying to him is not recommended. Absolutely loathes being told how to do his job(he's been doing this for years, he knows what he's doing).
Normally Carries: Krogan Shotgun, Combat Knife, Omnitool, heavily modified Colossus armor
Quirks: Cleans his guns every day. Doesn't like his fringe touched(part of it is broken off). Doesn't blink at the sound of gunshots, but cringes at the sound of small children(any species). Loves varren(had one as a pet for a while). Almost never speaks around people he doesn't know, preferring to watch and wait and calculate.
Motivation: Credits, Loyalty(close friends only)
Personal History: Born on Palaven as the first-son, he went to bootcamp like every good little turian child does. Became part of the weapon specialist groups while there. Gained a reputation for brutality(once, snapped a sparring enemies' arm in half).
After boot camp(and a very short visit home), left for the terminus systems and never contacted his family again. Usually resides in Omega, selling his services as a gun-for-hire. Has done jobs ranging from simple 'guard the red sand' to escorting important political parties.
Best friend is a krogan who he got into a fight with upon first arriving on Omega. Many battles, many fights later, he is something of a veteran in the ways of warfare. Has decided to take up other hobbies. Carving wooden statues, for example.
Name: Shasa'Kaelur Nar Tonbay (usually called 'Shas' by friends)
Race: Quarian
Class: Infiltrator
Biotics: Sensitive. More that she can sense when other biotics are nearby, but not enough to use herself.
Age: 20
Height/Weight/Bodytype: 5'5"/130 lbs/Slender?(or normal for quarians, which is slender for humans. so yeah, that)
General Appearance: top of post
Personality: Generally an optimistic girl, she prefers to look on the brighter side of the star and has a way of making things work. When saddened or down for any reason, she usually gets back to normal in record time.
Normally Carries: Modded Omnitool, shotgun, pistols, sniper rifle (when out scouting or somesuch), a doodle program in her omnitool, MP3
Quirks: Sometimes dresses up and pretends to be a captain of a ship. Left-handed. Constantly making things(toys, doodads, etc). Shuts down around those she does not know very well if they are very forward to her. Sings in her apartment when no one is around.
Motivation: Freedom, Loyalty
Personal History: Born on the Tonbay, she has spent the last nineteen years of her life doing..... nothing. And she hates it. Upon being sent out on her Pilgrimage, she vowed to herself that she was never going to come back. And quite frankly, she loves her life on the citadel.
Besides all the racism. But she has made friends and often goes to clubs and concerts. In the group, though, she's the 'responsible' friend. The one who holds the keys to the hovercars while everyone else drinks. Came into ownership of a shop and sells refurbished gear and machinery. Fixes things, as well. Occasionally hops in on missions to other words, military or otherwise, to earn extra credits and to visit places she would never have otherwise.
and there you have my monster post. enjoy, kiddies.