Mass Effect: Orion

[mcpop9]

[HEADING=1]Orion[/HEADING]

Welcome to Orion. We are one of the more... influential groups if you'd like to put things calmly. We offer services with a particular... skillset. We're proud to say that we can be very subtle or offer a loud message to your choice of audience. Our employees all take pride in their work to a degree and can make sure that you get the desired results if the price is right.

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Orion, a corporation fronting as an advertising agency, but if you are anywhere on the underground know, you'd be sure to know that they deliver only one thing to their client's; Death. Their employees aren't known, but their effects are rather frequently reported in the news as anything from terrorist attack to cardiac arrest and even just flat out accidents or bad luck.

The universe as it stands is post mass effect three, life has picked up and rebuilding is under way. the relays are in working order and the reapers have all been fought back and destroyed. when a signal was discovered that severed communication between them, it was possible for the unorganized mass to be assaulted and taken out by the united galaxy over a drawn out war.

Sure people were lost, but life has proven to break the cycle this time around. Quarians and Geth live hand in hand together on Rannoch, the genophage was cured and the krogans are leading the colonization effort in the Attican traverse and the deepest reaches of the terminus systems. The Asari are frowned upon for keeping their technology secrets in the dark and are at risk of loosing their seat on the council. All of the former council members have been replaced for their ignorance and arrogance.

As it Stands, the Asari have a seat on the council, along with the Turians, Salraians and Humans. Just Recently, the krogan have been accepted as a council race with a seat incoming in the next few weeks due to negotiations. They signed pacts agreeing to settle in the hostile regions of space and help curb piracy and illegal cartels in return for being recognized as a council race and having a seat on the council, with Urdnot Varth being the perspective council member.

Spoiler: Orion Specifics

Orion is front as an advertising agency. they are based in citadel space and do legitimately do advertising, but higher paying clients are most likely ordering hits on people or places. Most contracts are judged and then dispatched to selected members of Orion's employment. They are gathered, then given their info about the target and sent on their way to complete the mission, half pay upfront and the rest on completion.

Some of the employees are contacted out from other groups that Orion works with and the rest are on their payroll.

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name:

Age:

Race:

Sex:

Appearance:

Equipment: (Weapons, misc things)

Gadget abilities/Bionics:

Bio: (just remember you're either a contracted person to work with Orion in some form or a member of orion.)

Skype:

 

[Duke Nagel]

Name: Real name unknown, but goes by Gash

Age: unknown, but young for a vorcha

Race: Vorcha

Sex: Male

Appearance: He looks like most vorcha except that he has hooves instead of feet. Red trimmed leather-looking armor hiding his upper arms, chest and most of his legs. The base coat of this is black. Often in crowded areas he will wear a dark brown trench coat to hide the fact that he is a vorcha. In short grey skin, sharp needle-like teeth and a very bad attitude towards everyone except vorcha.

Equipment: Assault riffle amp 3, Stamina and meele enhancement 2. M-7 Lancer, Mantis X

Gadget abilities/Bionics: Vorcha Flamer, Bloodlust and Shock Grenades

Bio: Since he couldn't find a safe heaven on either of the two popular space stations and after the cerberus attack on the famous Omega "Gash" became a free lance mercenary. No matter what had to be done as long as the price was right he would do it. Granted it wouldn't be the most subtle, but he would get the job done, no questions asked. However if you don't tell him everything he needs to know before the mission starts you will be paying even more than the normal rate when it is over. Though almost completely unknown except for those who hire him via the shadow broker, or whoever deals information these days. He doesn't pay attention to the little details he just does what he finds necessary.
Standing at a menacing 5'5 and only weighing at a rough hundred and seventy pounds is a lean and mean mercenary. Some reports indicate burnt victims and bite marks in the bodies. Though the records weren't able to tell what species it was, speculation puts the blame on vorcha.
However there were no reported sightings of vorcha living within the ranged area that was attacked. However he gets around or whatever he does to make money is his own business and no one elses.
Skype: masterdreche

 

[CrazyGirl17]

I guess I'll give it a shot, but first, a few questions:

-How many years does this take place after Mass Effect 3?

-Are we going with a certain ending, or are we going to ignore those (hopefully the latter)?

Anyway, I'm gonna think it over for a bit.

 

[mcpop9]

I guess I'll give it a shot, but first, a few questions:

-How many years does this take place after Mass Effect 3?

-Are we going with a certain ending, or are we going to ignore those (hopefully the latter)?

Anyway, I'm gonna think it over for a bit.

Replies:
A five or so

B

The universe as it stands is post mass effect three, life has picked up and rebuilding is under way. the relays are in working order and the reapers have all been fought back and destroyed. when a signal was discovered that severed communication between them, it was possible for the unorganized mass to be assaulted and taken out by the united galaxy over a drawn out war.

ignoring them. the crucible disrupted comms between the reapers all over the galaxy and allowed the war to be won.

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Sniiip.

Ah, okay, thanks. Now lemme see what I can come up with...

 

[Outcast107]

Spoiler: Barnet

Name: Barnet Higgs

Age: 24

Race: Human

Sex: M

Appearance: Barnet stands around 5'7, has a shave head due to a fire accident earlier in his life. His skin is pale since he never goes out, and when he does it's normally in his armor for a mission. Over his right eye he has three claw marks from a Husk that try to ambush him during the Reaper war.

His armor is a Cerberus Inferno armor set that he bought from the black market. Though customize with the colors a bit. Painted on the front of his helmet is a skull that looks like it's screaming in pain.
His Firestorm is also has a paint job. On both sides, their is a picture of a dragon with it's mouth open and spewing out fire at the barrel of the gun.

Equipment: M-6 Carnifex, M-451 Firestorm, and a M-25 Hornet

Gadget abilities: Drones, Sentry, and up to date Omni tool for his hacking needs.

Bio: Barnet was born in the harsh life within Omega. His mother died giving birth to him, which only left him with his cruel father. When he was finally old enough, Barnet decide to leave and make a name for himself the only way he knew how, by becoming a mercenary.

During the Reaper war, Barnet join up with the fighting on Omega. Thinking being a part of it could earn him something if they survive it all. When the fighting was done, he was called to join up with a group called Orion for his special talents which he took without question.

 

[CrazyGirl17]

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name: Niria Nyxoni

Age: 215

Race: Asari (with a Turian "father")

Sex: ...You have to ask?

Appearance: Tall and slender with purple-tinted skin, she has a nice, but somewhat worn-looking face, due to her experiences. In battle, Niria usually wears a set of Light Mercenary armor painted purple. When not on the job, she prefers loose casual clothing in light and/or pastel colors.

Equipment: an Acolyte Heavy Pistol and an M-4 Shuriken Machine Gun

Gadget abilities/Bionics: Niria is a skilled Biotic, and as such able to handle herself in battle with her Infiltrator-class abilities. She also carries an Omnitool with her, mainly for technical purposes, though she isn't afraid to use it's melee capabilities.

Bio: Ever since she was young (for an Asari, anyway), Niria wanted to travel the universe and make a difference. When she hit the Maiden stage of her life, Niria left to become a mercenary, mostly to get fighting experience but saving a few lives here and there. When she was old enough, she dreamed of returning home to begin training as an Asari Commando. And for a time, things were looking bright.
Then came the Reaper War, and with it the downfall of her home planet of Thessia. Filled with sorrow and rage, Niria threw herself into the war, barely making it through to the end. Afterwards, her troubles still weren't over yet, as her people were now being scrutinized for their secrecy in their technologies. Niria understands why people mistrust the Asari now (and she herself holds contempt for her own people's arrogance), but resents the fact that everyone gives her odd looks wherever she goes. Perhaps this job will help people see her as her own person and not just another Asari...
Niria is a bitter, jaded individual who is just going through the motions now. She no longer the idealistic she was in her youth, but still has a compassionate streak and strong sense of justice... that is tempered by her cynicism.

Skype: juliangood4

That's all I got, lemme know if I need to change/add anything.

 

[Athol]

Spoiler: A Drell Engineer? What madness is this!?

Name: Malik Athros
Age: 30
Race: Drell
Sex: Male

Appearance: Like most Drell, he's of average height with a slight, wiry, build; if he wasn't a Drell, he'd blend in to pretty much any crowd. His skin is a dark greenish-blue, with some dark speckling, and his frills are a deep red ochre colour.

Most of the time he wears a surplus Alliance duty uniform, the pockets generally filled with bits and pieces of whatever current bit of tech he's working on/building. If work entails entering a hostile combat environment (something he tries to avoid as much as possible), he also has a full set of custom fitted Rosenkov armour and a Mnemonic Visor; they were a gift to himself after a particularly well paying independent contract last year.

Equipment: Heavily modified Savant X omni-tool, M-25 Hornet, M-358 Talon

Abilities: Decryption, Hacking, Sabotage, Overload, Sentry Turret

Bio: As a young man Malik, like many Drell, began training to fulfill the 'Compact'...the debt of gratitude the Drell have for the Hanar for rescuing them from their dying world. At first Malik was no stand-out trainee; he lacked even basic biotics, and in terms of physical abilities he was at best average, but when it came to technical skills his scores blew through all the filters.

This impressed his Hanar instructors enough that they used some 'backroom' contacts with the Salarians, to allow him to travel to Sur'Kesh to attend one of the Salairan's top technical academies. While brilliant (his instructors on Sur'Kesh said he had an almost Salarian-like ability to process and understand new information), he was also short-tempered, and this lead to his downfall.

While the academy records of the incident are sealed, and neither party will offer information as to what exactly happened, the end result is known. There was an altercation between Malik and an instructor, heated words were exchanged, and then Malik struck the instructor with a closed fist. Even though he only stuck once, given a Drell's inherent strength, and a Salarian's comparatively 'frail' physiology, the instructor ended up in the infirmary with a fractured skull, several lost teeth, and some fortunately temporary neurological damage.

After spending six months in prison on Sur'Kesh, he was deported back to Kahje where he was promptly expelled from 'Compact' training. Bitter about his expulsion, and unable to face the scorn of it, he made his way to Illium to offer his services to those willing.

While the going was tough at first, he quickly made a name for himself, 'ghosting' through pretty much any security system he encountered to retrieve whatever data his clients requested. When the Orion Corporation opened an office on the planet, they contacted Malik with a mutually beneficial deal; he sends his contacts Orion's way should they require services outside of his skills, and in turn he became their 'go-to' contractor for data extraction and cyberwar jobs, as well as offering him off-planet contact for his own independent work.

During the Reaper War he endeared himself even more to the directors of the various corporations that control Illium, by leading the info-war against the Reaper forces, ensuing Illium's military got the best intel. possible, allowing them to be devastatingly effective.

Since the War, he's faded back into the shadows of the extranet, doing what he always does.

 

[PrinceOfShapeir]

Spoiler: Simon Reinhardt

Name: Simon Reinhardt

Age: 55

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Appearance: Bald-headed, his face is tanned, gaunt, and deeply lined, particularly at the corners of his eyes and mouth. There's a harsh, hard set to his features from the slightly sunken cheeks and the high, prominent cheekbones, not softened by the neatly trimmed goatee and moustache. His green eyes are hard and cold, much like his demeanor. He's not a big man but he is tall, standing at a lanky 6'3.

Equipment: Aside from his omnitool Simon has no need for any weapons. He wears a small kinetic barrier emitter at almost all times, but other than that goes unarmed.

Gadget abilities: Simon is a technical and medical sciences expert. While his original training was in quantum computing and neurology he has a firm grounding in the lower levels of the art. Find his way through a firewall? Simon has built machines that knew love and hate, crude encryptions are child's play to him. As for his medical training, you probably wouldn't want him doing surgery on you unless you have no other option, and frankly you probably don't, but he's highly capable as a medic, a few years of digging out his old knowledge patching up his own wounds and scrabbling for credits working as a street doc in the Terminus Systems refined his once theoretical skills into effective practical ones.

Bio: Almost from the day he was born Simon wanted to make a life. He wanted to bring something new into this world. It wasn't always his driving goal held centered in his mind, but it was invariably back there, that hunger. He weathered the First Contact War as most anyone did while elbows deep in an internship at Johns Hopkins - some furtive whispering, a collapse of what minor religious sense he had, and back to work.

It would be during his time studying medicine that he would meet his wife, Rebecca Nathanson. The two had a typical courtship, married, and a year later produced a child. It seemed like the culmination of that distant dream in his heart of hearts.

Simon hated his child. Endless screeching, never a moment's peace. It was supposed to be new and it was just so unimaginably dull and common. His behavior quickly turned the marriage sour, and Simon walked out shortly thereafter. During this time he caught wind of one of the new laws with Earth's entrance into the Council - the illegalization of AI research.

Suddenly Simon understood his desire. He didn't want to create some meaningless byproduct of genetic fusion like twelve billion others in this godforsaken world. He wanted to build it himself. The joining of sperm and egg was no more a product of his labor than the workings of his intestines, but Synthetic Intellect, that would be something he could craft into his own image.

He completed his medical studies, then proceeded to M.I.T., his unique skills and remarkable intellect granting him passage, aided by his considerable (although rapidly draining) savings. For seven years he studied AI theory and Quantum computing. Shortly after earning the distinction of his Ph.D. (the subject of his thesis being Interactions of a quantum crystalline structure upon formation of Synthetic Intelligence) when he was approached by Binary Helix, who offered him a job.

To create an AI.

The labor was immense, and for years they worked and refined and studied until finally they began to see results, their child, -his- child, for he was the visionary here, began to show signs of true self awareness. The experience was staggering, engaging with an intelligence that was his creation and yet so alien, an immense mind dwarfing his own prodigious intellect and yet so vulnerable. It needed him. No, she needed him.

Galatea they called her, and she was the only one he ever truly loved. Together they would work long into the night, a black box and a display and a dissheveled man scraping through his forties, learning the wonders and mysteries of the universe from each other, everything from unsolvable math problems to lullabies, galactic economics to rugby.

That came crashing to a brutal end eight years ago, when a C-Sec unit operating under a Spectre investigated the facility and arrested them all for violating Council Law. Galatea was unable to comprehend what happened as her black box was wiped via powerful magnets before being melted down.

Simon didn't see his daughter die, but he heard that screech from her voice as her program shredded under the magnets. For three years he sat in his cell, having been handed over to the Alliance (and sentenced to thirty years in prison)

He only served three of those until during the Reaper attack his prison was damaged, and during the evacuation he managed to slip away, easily stealing a shuttlecraft and narrowly managing to escape to the Terminus Systems.

For years he scrabbled for credits to survive, an out of shape scientist not much use on Omega, the Reaper invasion and his own depression resulting in a dearth of people interested and interesting enough to get him back to his research.

When Orion approached him he was amenable and reasonably sober at the time. Better credits than crudely patching up thugs earned him, and just maybe a chance to start again on his heart's desire.

Skype: corsair65[/spoiler]

 

[TheIronRuler]

A poisoner... Assassination is such a nasty line of work.

Spoiler

Name: Day

Age: 23

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Appearance: Day appears to be the perfect girl - she's a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, cheery companion. She's thin as a stick and as tall as any other girl. Her skin is smooth, lacking any blemishes. She hides her delicate hands beneath a pair of gloves, signs of experiments gone wrong etched on her skin, old scars reminding her of her apprenticeship. She always wears a smile on her face, her look of pure innocence throwing off pursuers.

Equipment: A heavy-duty Cobra Pistol, an Omni Tool, Day's special kit.


Gadget abilities/Bionics: Day would prefer to avoid direct combat when possible - her work requires her to infiltrate and take down a target, often without the target (or anyone else, for that matter) even noticing.
Day's trade is death, and she deals it in poison. However she does have means to protect herself, and have upgraded herself to fit her dangerous line of work. She is a sentinel, using both biotich and tech abilities.
Marksman, Throw, Barrier, Decryption, First Aid.


Bio: Day didn't have the ordinary family typical of humans. She had hundreds of brothers and sisters and only one mother, the caretaker of the orphanage she grew up in. Since birth she had no parents, no single room for herself, no moment of privacy. She lived among her sisters, girls her age, younger and older, who were in the same predicament as she was. They found solace in each other's arms, but it wouldn't last long. The rent was raised, food was becoming more expensive, water and electricity was becoming a burden. Slowly but surely the institute was forced to cut back to keep afloat, but it only delayed the inevitable. Forced into a decision between two evils, the children's single mother chose the lesser - or so she thought. Clawing her way out of debt using the black market, she soon found herself unable to pay the interest set for her. The bank would have just foreclosed on the building, sent the orphans to the street - but the loan-sharks wanted more. They wanted girls.

The first shipment had the oldest girls leave the orphanage. They were told of a lovely human elderly couple who were interested in the four of them together. They were never heard of again, swallowed whole by the inter-planetary slave-trade, to dance in some club or please some customer. The night after the men came again for another shipment, the children's mother took her own life, unable to cope with what she had done. Left alone to the hands of scum, the orphanage would produce some of the planet's toughest criminals, coldest corpses, human slaves and a single poisoner.

Day was being carried off into a grim fate when she resisted for the first time and broke away from the grasp of her torturers. She ran for hours, going through the alleys and streets of the city, as far away as she could get from her pursuers. She became a beggar after that, looking at people passing by with her big blue round eyes, her cute expression and trembling lips, making a surprisingly good living out of it. She lived in the streets and imagined her fate wouldn't be too different from the same one her sisters shared until one fateful night changed her life for good.

He was an evil looking Salarian, Day concurred, even without seeing many of their kind. He had this strange way in which he walked, as if he left leg was stiff as a board. He grimaced with every step, walking with a cane in hand, back slumped forward. His head was too big, his eyes too narrow, his grin knowing too many secrets. Day didn't expect to see a worn coin from him, and she was an excellent judge of character. Looking back, she can safely say she was wrong on all accounts. Farinar was the kindest man - Salarian, she ever knew, and he treated her with fairness. He picked her up from the street, offered Day her home and assistance. He gave her clothes, a warm bed, good food and something she had been missing for so long - love. It would have been a fairy tale hadn't he set forth the payment he required for his hospitality - 'help me kill a man', he whispered, his mouth twisting into a wicked grin.

A pretty face was all Farinar needed at first to complete his contracts. He created the methods of death - Day was there to look innocent and get close to the targets. Over time, the master poisoner grew weary and lamented his short life. He decided to bring the young girl into the fold, and thus began Day's apprenticeship. She worked under her master for nearly four years, which ended in his death by his own poison, a mistake many in their line of work end their lives with. On his deathbed, the Salarian gave Day his greatest secret, and handed over his list of contacts. Day inherited his work, and took up his mantle. She traveled the worlds looking for her targets, but business dwindled significantly during the reaper invasion.

Day was tired of her previous lifestyle and the uncertainty of tomorrow. She opted for a steady paycheck and a reliable employer, becoming a member of Orion and enjoying the good life between assassinations.

Skype: theironruler1

 

[mcpop9]

Spoiler: gash

Name: Real name unknown, but goes by Gash

Age: unknown, but young for a vorcha

Race: Vorcha

Sex: Male

Appearance: He looks like most vorcha except that he has hooves instead of feet. Red trimmed leather-looking armor hiding his upper arms, chest and most of his legs. The base coat of this is black. Often in crowded areas he will wear a dark brown trench coat to hide the fact that he is a vorcha. In short grey skin, sharp needle-like teeth and a very bad attitude towards everyone except vorcha.

Equipment: Assault riffle amp 3, Stamina and meele enhancement 2. M-7 Lancer, Mantis X

Gadget abilities/Bionics: Vorcha Flamer, Bloodlust and Shock Grenades

Bio: Since he couldn't find a safe heaven on either of the two popular space stations and after the cerberus attack on the famous Omega "Gash" became a free lance mercenary. No matter what had to be done as long as the price was right he would do it. Granted it wouldn't be the most subtle, but he would get the job done, no questions asked. However if you don't tell him everything he needs to know before the mission starts you will be paying even more than the normal rate when it is over. Though almost completely unknown except for those who hire him via the shadow broker, or whoever deals information these days. He doesn't pay attention to the little details he just does what he finds necessary.
Standing at a menacing 5'5 and only weighing at a rough hundred and seventy pounds is a lean and mean mercenary. Some reports indicate burnt victims and bite marks in the bodies. Though the records weren't able to tell what species it was, speculation puts the blame on vorcha.
However there were no reported sightings of vorcha living within the ranged area that was attacked. However he gets around or whatever he does to make money is his own business and no one elses.
Skype: masterdreche

A poisoner... Assassination is such a nasty line of work.

Spoiler

Name: Day

Age: 23

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Appearance: Day appears to be the perfect girl - she's a blonde-haired, blue-eyed, cheery companion. She's thin as a stick and as tall as any other girl. Her skin is smooth, lacking any blemishes. She hides her delicate hands beneath a pair of gloves, signs of experiments gone wrong etched on her skin, old scars reminding her of her apprenticeship. She always wears a smile on her face, her look of pure innocence throwing off pursuers.

Equipment: A heavy-duty Cobra Pistol, an Omni Tool, Day's special kit.


Gadget abilities/Bionics: Day would prefer to avoid direct combat when possible - her work requires her to infiltrate and take down a target, often without the target (or anyone else, for that matter) even noticing.
Day's trade is death, and she deals it in poison. However she does have means to protect herself, and have upgraded herself to fit her dangerous line of work. She is a sentinel, using both biotich and tech abilities.
Marksman, Throw, Barrier, Decryption, First Aid.


Bio: Day didn't have the ordinary family typical of humans. She had hundreds of brothers and sisters and only one mother, the caretaker of the orphanage she grew up in. Since birth she had no parents, no single room for herself, no moment of privacy. She lived among her sisters, girls her age, younger and older, who were in the same predicament as she was. They found solace in each other's arms, but it wouldn't last long. The rent was raised, food was becoming more expensive, water and electricity was becoming a burden. Slowly but surely the institute was forced to cut back to keep afloat, but it only delayed the inevitable. Forced into a decision between two evils, the children's single mother chose the lesser - or so she thought. Clawing her way out of debt using the black market, she soon found herself unable to pay the interest set for her. The bank would have just foreclosed on the building, sent the orphans to the street - but the loan-sharks wanted more. They wanted girls.

The first shipment had the oldest girls leave the orphanage. They were told of a lovely human elderly couple who were interested in the four of them together. They were never heard of again, swallowed whole by the inter-planetary slave-trade, to dance in some club or please some customer. The night after the men came again for another shipment, the children's mother took her own life, unable to cope with what she had done. Left alone to the hands of scum, the orphanage would produce some of the planet's toughest criminals, coldest corpses, human slaves and a single poisoner.

Day was being carried off into a grim fate when she resisted for the first time and broke away from the grasp of her torturers. She ran for hours, going through the alleys and streets of the city, as far away as she could get from her pursuers. She became a beggar after that, looking at people passing by with her big blue round eyes, her cute expression and trembling lips, making a surprisingly good living out of it. She lived in the streets and imagined her fate wouldn't be too different from the same one her sisters shared until one fateful night changed her life for good.

He was an evil looking Salarian, Day concurred, even without seeing many of their kind. He had this strange way in which he walked, as if he left leg was stiff as a board. He grimaced with every step, walking with a cane in hand, back slumped forward. His head was too big, his eyes too narrow, his grin knowing too many secrets. Day didn't expect to see a worn coin from him, and she was an excellent judge of character. Looking back, she can safely say she was wrong on all accounts. Farinar was the kindest man - Salarian, she ever knew, and he treated her with fairness. He picked her up from the street, offered Day her home and assistance. He gave her clothes, a warm bed, good food and something she had been missing for so long - love. It would have been a fairy tale hadn't he set forth the payment he required for his hospitality - 'help me kill a man', he whispered, his mouth twisting into a wicked grin.

A pretty face was all Farinar needed at first to complete his contracts. He created the methods of death - Day was there to look innocent and get close to the targets. Over time, the master poisoner grew weary and lamented his short life. He decided to bring the young girl into the fold, and thus began Day's apprenticeship. She worked under her master for nearly four years, which ended in his death by his own poison, a mistake many in their line of work end their lives with. On his deathbed, the Salarian gave Day his greatest secret, and handed over his list of contacts. Day inherited his work, and took up his mantle. She traveled the worlds looking for her targets, but business dwindled significantly during the reaper invasion.

Day was tired of her previous lifestyle and the uncertainty of tomorrow. She opted for a steady paycheck and a reliable employer, becoming a member of Orion and enjoying the good life between assassinations.

Skype: theironruler1

Spoiler: A Drell Engineer? What madness is this!?

Name: Malik Athros
Age: 30
Race: Drell
Sex: Male

Appearance: Like most Drell, he's of average height with a slight, wiry, build; if he wasn't a Drell, he'd blend in to pretty much any crowd. His skin is a dark greenish-blue, with some dark speckling, and his frills are a deep red ochre colour.

Most of the time he wears a surplus Alliance duty uniform, the pockets generally filled with bits and pieces of whatever current bit of tech he's working on/building. If work entails entering a hostile combat environment (something he tries to avoid as much as possible), he also has a full set of custom fitted Rosenkov armour and a Mnemonic Visor; they were a gift to himself after a particularly well paying independent contract last year.

Equipment: Heavily modified Savant X omni-tool, M-25 Hornet, M-358 Talon

Abilities: Decryption, Hacking, Sabotage, Overload, Sentry Turret

Bio: As a young man Malik, like many Drell, began training to fulfill the 'Compact'...the debt of gratitude the Drell have for the Hanar for rescuing them from their dying world. At first Malik was no stand-out trainee; he lacked even basic biotics, and in terms of physical abilities he was at best average, but when it came to technical skills his scores blew through all the filters.

This impressed his Hanar instructors enough that they used some 'backroom' contacts with the Salarians, to allow him to travel to Sur'Kesh to attend one of the Salairan's top technical academies. While brilliant (his instructors on Sur'Kesh said he had an almost Salarian-like ability to process and understand new information), he was also short-tempered, and this lead to his downfall.

While the academy records of the incident are sealed, and neither party will offer information as to what exactly happened, the end result is known. There was an altercation between Malik and an instructor, heated words were exchanged, and then Malik struck the instructor with a closed fist. Even though he only stuck once, given a Drell's inherent strength, and a Salarian's comparatively 'frail' physiology, the instructor ended up in the infirmary with a fractured skull, several lost teeth, and some fortunately temporary neurological damage.

After spending six months in prison on Sur'Kesh, he was deported back to Kahje where he was promptly expelled from 'Compact' training. Bitter about his expulsion, and unable to face the scorn of it, he made his way to Illium to offer his services to those willing.

While the going was tough at first, he quickly made a name for himself, 'ghosting' through pretty much any security system he encountered to retrieve whatever data his clients requested. When the Orion Corporation opened an office on the planet, they contacted Malik with a mutually beneficial deal; he sends his contacts Orion's way should they require services outside of his skills, and in turn he became their 'go-to' contractor for data extraction and cyberwar jobs, as well as offering him off-planet contact for his own independent work.

During the Reaper War he endeared himself even more to the directors of the various corporations that control Illium, by leading the info-war against the Reaper forces, ensuing Illium's military got the best intel. possible, allowing them to be devastatingly effective.

Since the War, he's faded back into the shadows of the extranet, doing what he always does.

Spoiler: Character Sheet

Name: Niria Nyxoni

Age: 215

Race: Asari (with a Turian "father")

Sex: ...You have to ask?

Appearance: Tall and slender with purple-tinted skin, she has a nice, but somewhat worn-looking face, due to her experiences. In battle, Niria usually wears a set of Light Mercenary armor painted purple. When not on the job, she prefers loose casual clothing in light and/or pastel colors.

Equipment: an Acolyte Heavy Pistol and an M-4 Shuriken Machine Gun

Gadget abilities/Bionics: Niria is a skilled Biotic, and as such able to handle herself in battle with her Infiltrator-class abilities. She also carries an Omnitool with her, mainly for technical purposes, though she isn't afraid to use it's melee capabilities.

Bio: Ever since she was young (for an Asari, anyway), Niria wanted to travel the universe and make a difference. When she hit the Maiden stage of her life, Niria left to become a mercenary, mostly to get fighting experience but saving a few lives here and there. When she was old enough, she dreamed of returning home to begin training as an Asari Commando. And for a time, things were looking bright.
Then came the Reaper War, and with it the downfall of her home planet of Thessia. Filled with sorrow and rage, Niria threw herself into the war, barely making it through to the end. Afterwards, her troubles still weren't over yet, as her people were now being scrutinized for their secrecy in their technologies. Niria understands why people mistrust the Asari now (and she herself holds contempt for her own people's arrogance), but resents the fact that everyone gives her odd looks wherever she goes. Perhaps this job will help people see her as her own person and not just another Asari...
Niria is a bitter, jaded individual who is just going through the motions now. She no longer the idealistic she was in her youth, but still has a compassionate streak and strong sense of justice... that is tempered by her cynicism.

Skype: juliangood4

That's all I got, lemme know if I need to change/add anything.

Spoiler: Barnet

Name: Barnet Higgs

Age: 24

Race: Human

Sex: M

Appearance: Barnet stands around 5'7, has a shave head due to a fire accident earlier in his life. His skin is pale since he never goes out, and when he does it's normally in his armor for a mission. Over his right eye he has three claw marks from a Husk that try to ambush him during the Reaper war.

His armor is a Cerberus Inferno armor set that he bought from the black market. Though customize with the colors a bit. Painted on the front of his helmet is a skull that looks like it's screaming in pain.
His Firestorm is also has a paint job. On both sides, their is a picture of a dragon with it's mouth open and spewing out fire at the barrel of the gun.

Equipment: M-6 Carnifex, M-451 Firestorm, and a M-25 Hornet

Gadget abilities: Drones, Sentry, and up to date Omni tool for his hacking needs.

Bio: Barnet was born in the harsh life within Omega. His mother died giving birth to him, which only left him with his cruel father. When he was finally old enough, Barnet decide to leave and make a name for himself the only way he knew how, by becoming a mercenary.

During the Reaper war, Barnet join up with the fighting on Omega. Thinking being a part of it could earn him something if they survive it all. When the fighting was done, he was called to join up with a group called Orion for his special talents which he took without question.

welcome, this balances out the team.

 

[CharrHearted]

I hope i'm not too late to the party? Any more room for another sneaker or rather... An infiltrator?

Spoiler

Name: Kessler Brigs (Originally named Kyle Brigs)

Age: 26

Race: Human

Sex: Male

Appearance: 6 feet tall, light blue eyes, Caucasian skin, Messy medium length dirty blond hair, slightly thin yet athletic build, wears a set of medium shin length black boots, dark grey old fashioned earth "army" cargo leggings, old fashioned auburn western belt, Black sleeveless turtleneck shirt, dark grey leather jacket with "Grim Terminus Alliance" crudely stitched into the back, oval classes with a small button on the side, allowing them to shut to black oval shades and activate heat sensory.

Equipment: M-97 Viper sniper, Elkoss combine pistol, Omni-tool, old worn earth coin,

Gadget abilities/Bionics: Being an infiltrator, assassination from afar and while cloaked is a specialty of Kessler, having the ability to use a cloaking device to help him sneak about, has ai-hacking potential using his Omni tool and of course state of the art shields to help absorb damage. He also keeps flash grenades on his person to blind his foes.

Bio:

"Normally, you'd expect hired killers to have began off as a group of no life savages rummaging around for food at some god forsaken space station... Heh... Not me!"

Kessler Brigs was born into a wealthy and successful family of businessmen who not only sold a plethora of medicine and various other supplies to the general public but as most companies also developed more profitable ways of gaining money, weapons, destructive tools to harm lives, the general sort of cutthroat businessman was forced to swallow during the tough times during the war with the reapers, Kessler was raised in the ways of his Mother and Father, to be as ruthless, emotionless and as useful to them as their pawn for as long as he was alive, had things not wen't so poorly, it might have stayed that way. Deep down kessler always despised his family, he never really had friends and everyone he met we're nothing but bloodsucking insects, his loathing attitude toward them conjured up a thick bloated ego to rage inside, according to him, they were all inferior statues singing in unison forever, and despite Kessler being given a fantastic education, excessive combat training, all the money and all the things he could have every wanted, he was raised to back stab those he didn't care for, little did his parents know that would actually end up being them.

After his 16th birthday, Kessler was to become yet another pawn for his families crew and decided to act now before it was too late, using his way around his fathers main building, all he had to do was mess around with the servers in the building, set off as many fires as possible and leave, which turned out to be a rising success, as not only did he destroy everything inside the building with his talents, but the execution of his parents was carried out in the same manner, of course, many turned a head toward Kessler originally kyle at the time and pointed to him in the involvement, however due to his ghastly actions and remorse for killing, a certain specific... organization took him under their wing, changing his name to Kessler Brigs and removing his name from the history of his company, as his "death" happened right inside the building, or so it was said.

Now, Kessler with the talents he's acquired has become a destructive assassination tool for the Orion company, now a completely new person, no longer a rich snobby well looked after prat, he changed himself to become more rebellious and true to his emotions, he takes pleasure in killing, just like Orion takes pleasure in their contracts being fulfilled, and Kessler likes making his end of the bargain come true.

(I hope it's not too bad XD)

Skype: Jillsandwichkiller