Mass Effect: Terminus

Profile: Zectorman

Name: Sur’Kesh Xochi Talat Obsec Rioth Elvis or E. Rioth for short

Age: 22

Race: Salarian

Personality:  

“The man is as keen as a Geth but has the temperate of a Krogan! Under the right circumstance, he can be as destructive as a Tresher Maw. Problem is, he's just as subtle” –Rioth’s last STG commander, recommendation for “discharge”
Arrogant, self centered, years of STG training and combat has made him ferocious in a fight. Though the very reason he was recruited, used and eventually discharged from the STG (and being dishonorably discharged means assassination…a failed one in this case) was that very intensity he brought to the battlefield. He was always a grunt, any command given usually ended in him being the only one coming back alive. Not that he was a bad commander; it was that he took risks, big risks. He is too unruly, to dangerous. Keeps to himself most of the time, though if you get a few drinks in him or a few drugs he might loosen up enough to tell you things, then probably destroy the immediate area I a drunken fit. Gain his respect and you will have one hell of a fighter on your side, get on his nerves and you might find yourself in a fire fight you probably won’t be returning from. Become his friend and he will even give you a smile and some battle tips.

Homeworld: Sur’Kesh

Profession/Class: Ex-STG Operative/ Sentinel-infiltrator hybrid. (3 pts)

Equipment: M-9 Tempest (2 pts) M-8 Avenger (1 pt)

Skills: Energy Drain, Tech-Shield, Fitness (Able to withstand more damage than most..) Proximity mine.

History:  Elvis is not his given name, it’s a name chosen as a sign of rebellion as a youth and embracing the chaotic cultural meld E. Rioth was brought up in. Growing up on Sur’kesh ,the center of the Salarian race and not to mention the center for the greatest knowledge vault in the galaxy, another youth among dozens of his clutch. Unlike his brothers though, he showed superior skill in both his studies and brawling with other kids. Quickly swept up into espionage programs, he excelled in combat and secrets, though maybe a little too heavy on the combat for normal Salarian taste. He was shipped into the STG program early, one of the younger members of the highly esteemed best military espionage unit in the galaxy. He excelled in field work at first, taking orders and carrying them out in a clear cut effective manner. Over time his demeanor worsened, though his never failed in his duties, his way of carrying them out became…sloppier. Feeling underappreciated, and not to mention constricted by the ordered nature of the STG, he constantly made attempts on asserting his own individuality in the field and taking risks that have always worked….but at a cost most of the time. Unnecessary deaths, destroyed property, leaving certain samples on the bodies of the deceased in which the cleanup crews had trouble removing before the authorities arrived at the scene. More notably changing his given name to that of a popular ancient human artist he heard on the extranet on duty once.  He was nearing the end of his use to the STG and the Salarian government as a whole, a blunt tool that was not fit for use. That all changed with the Reaper war. A blunt instrument or not, any one with combat experience was thrust onto the field. STG teams of young and old were thrust onto the field to fight. He found himself on solo missions more often than not, or joined up with irregular units made of many races.  Given the toughest of missions against impossible odds most of the time.  IT was not an uncommon occurrence that he would be the only survivor left of the teams he was assigned to.
After the final battle of the Crucible, it took a year or so to find Elvis. Barely living on the little food there was on a desert planet, whose only strategic value was its proximity to an important EZO mine.  The Synthetic remains of the Reaper forces still were piled outside of the main facility, various choke points clogged with them. He, the remaining team and facility workers were evacuated. News of his survival was not entirely pleasing to the Dalatrass and STG command; so on the way back to Sur’kesh his “escorts” attempted to kill him.

Attempted being the keyword

After killing those inside the small shuttle jumper with a mixture of martial arts and crafty use of reaper arm memento, he dispatched his captures, spitting on their corpses as he pressed the gun onto the head of the pilot, forcing him to change course. Terminus systems, a haven for the unwanted, not to mention a place filled with old contacts to use to shield himself from any backlash from the STG. He was now disavowed, a rogue agent, and in his own opinion it was the best thing that had happened to him.

Special ability: Rapid Fire- Doubling the output of weaponry and decreased reload time (Last only a few seconds)



Profile:Niveksirrah

Name: Ken'Ara nar Usela

Age: 22

Race: Quarian

Personality: rebellious at times, Quick witted and cocky with a tongue sharper than his monoblade. His rough outside hides his pain filled inside.

Homeworld (Or place of birth): Quarian ship Usela

Profession/Class: Quarian defender/ N7 shadow (4P)

Skill: Tactical Cloak, Shadow Strike,  Electric Slash, Sword Mastery. (P: Monomolecular Blades, Martial Arts, Acrobatics.

Equipment: Omni-tool, M-6 Carnifex (T2) M-4 Shuriken (T1) M-92 Mantis (T1) Monoblade. B&E kit.

History: Ken'Ara was born to a ship the specialized in deep recon, scouting ahead for the Quarian fleet to insure its safety. As such he learned about stealth from an early age. He was confident in his skills by the age of 13. He was looking forward to his pilgrimage, confident that he would come back to his people to be showered with praise. However that was snatched from him. To this day he knows not why, but his parents were exiled from the fleet, however he did not learn of that fact until he was flying away in a tiny shuttle. A silent anger began to brew inside of him at that point. Anger at his parents for ruining his chance, anger at the his captain for not stopping them, anger at the fleet for exiling them.
They landed on a planet a few jumps away to search to trade for food. However shortly after landing the colony came under attack by Cerberus. His parents told ken to hide, something that he did quite well. He hid behind a pile of crates, a place only someone as small as he could fit. He could hear the sounds of gunfire all around him, and he sat there, Listening to the screams of the dying until he heard nothing. He came out when he heard the sound of shuttles taking off. Looking around he saw the dead sprawled all over, in one corner he found his parents, riddled with holes. He wept for them for a moment, remembering his past that anger he still loved them. He was bought back to the present as he heard footsteps.
He used his stealth tech to hide again as several Cerberus soldiers walked past, seemed like they left a clean up crew. He followed them for a time and found their camp. Most of the Cerberus there were grunts, but they all answered to one woman in tight armor. He waited in hiding for hours till he found his chance. Seeing the leader wander off by herself, he snuck up behind her and smashed a large rock on the back of her head. She hit the ground with a thump, a crack in her helmet leaking blood. He fought down the urge to vomit as he searched her for weapons. All he found was a hand gun and a sword. The sword has though been a Monoblade, these could cut through anything. The fleet had used things like this to cut down on waste when harvesting food, though he had never seen one used as a weapon. The thought of his parents flashed before his eyes, and the anger he felt before was relit. Taking the blade he went back to the camp.

A few days later an alliance special task force landed in the colony, all they found was dead bodies, that of civilians, and Cerberus agents. After some time of searching they found the young Quarian, nearly dead from a suit tear, huddled inside the small quarian shuttle. The sword still clutched in his hands, dried blood caked on his suit. The team brought Ken back to their ship where they just barely managed to save his life. A special N7 agent talked to him after he had awoken, she took pity on him and adopted him as her son. However, this was short lived as a few years later she left to fight the reapers, and never came back. He had taken what she had taught him and used it to survive the coming days after the reaper invasion. In years since he has been stuck in the Terminus Systems, causing him to have to grown and adapt more and more. Through use of his blade, his stealth skills, blurring speed or his silver tongue he got into and out of quite a few jams. Know to use his skills of stealth to pick pocket with ease, or amaze people with his sleight of hands skills: while one hand was preforming tricks, he stole from them with his other.

That is till he stole a shuttle belonging to a local warlord and forgot to disable his anti-aircraft turrets.
Now he sits in a prison, waiting for his chance to escape.

Special Ability: Ranged omni access (does not have to be next to a door, computers, ect to hack/interact with it. Does need line of sight or some way of getting his signal to it)



Profile: Gaiachild

Name: Kiares

Age: 123

Race: Asari

Personality: Kiares is not the name she was born with. In fact, by now every person who ever knew her real name is dead. Kiares is the name she choose for her “stage personality” when fighting in the pit. It derives from Piares, an ancient Asari goddess of death, a loving deity who accompanies the deceased on their last journey. The spectators enjoyed memorable personalities fighting and bleeding for their enjoyment. So she choose to play an Avatar of Piares, a so called death-bringer whose mission it is to send people into Piares loving embrace all the sooner. That’s the reason for her mask bearing a freakishly huge and teethed grin, to display that she finds enjoyment in her work and does her victims a favour.

After the death of her sister, her main responsibility and one of the few good things in her life, she abandoned her old life completely and started a new one as Kiares.

So as it is, she has three default personalities. When in a fight, wearing her mask, she assumes her old stage personality, and it is a frighteningly convincing performance. The one who laughs when she shatters spines and lovingly embraces her enemy’s corpses, while preaching for her goddess.
Outside of a fight, and what most people see, is her business personality. Her hard life that forced her to grow up all to soon has made her pragmatic and uncaring for the suffering of most others. She avoids personal attachments, and NEVER takes anything from others without giving something back in return, because she refuses to ever be indebted to others again. She cares little for pleasantries, preferring the ancient fist-in-face method of solving arguments. She is also ambitious. After her old life was reduced to cinder’s, she is determined to find a new meaning in life, and to make sure that she’ll be at the top this time.

She is however not devoid of compassion, when with her sister, while they often argued, she was loving and caring. She can be an understanding and supportive friend, willing to listen give a shoulder to cry on. The hard thing is letting anyone get close enough for that.

Homeworld: (or wherever you are from) http://masseffect.wikia.com/wiki/Chalkhos
Chalkhos

Profession (Class): Vanguard

Equipment: Usually, fighters in her profession use their income to buy better equipment for themselves, to better the chances of their survival and achieving higher ranks. Most of them didn’t have to pay for their sibling’s high education all by themselves. Kiares owns a total of one gun, an M-3 Predator, which she got from a thug who once tried to rob her. As for armor, the only ones she could afford wouldn’t be able to withstand most rounds anyway, so she settled for a weak personal shield (breaks down disturbingly fast under fire, having her relying on her biotic barrier more often than not), and a minimal exoskeleton that does a passable job of protecting her spine and ribcage during her close combat heavy fighting style. As well as a pair of combat-gloves to protect the bones in her hands as well as make her punches hurt.

Skills: Biotic Charge, Nova, Barrier, Fitness.

History: Kiares grew up in the worse parts of Chalkhos, a Asari colony in the Terminus system. Her parents were a couple of former idealistic pioneers who had ended up on one of the many plantations for psychoactive substances on the planet, unable to earn enough money to get out of the slums, much less the planet. As soon as she was able to, Kiares worked there as well, with neither the time nor the money to get an education.

It didn’t take long for her parents to become addicted to the very substances they were harvesting, and she soon became disgusted by the conditions in her families pitiful home, what with her parents spending their hard earned money to spend their free time drowning their sorrows with what they had just pulled out of the ground.

While she often dreamed about running away, it wasn’t until she was 24, when her sister Felisha was born, that she acted upon those dreams. During her mother’s second pregnancy, she had to fight tooth and nail to protect her unborn sister from their mother’s addiction. Soon after the birth, she grabbed Felisha and ran.

Their parents gave up searching for them after three days.

Afterwards, things got harsh Raising one kid by herself, in the eye of most people still a child herself, was hard enough, keeping both of them feed another thing altogether. With no education and the lowest social standing, Kiares went through multiple jobs, from basic construction work to stripping. Many of those jobs might as well be labelled slave labour.

Things didn’t get any easier once her sister got old enough to go to school. Soon Kiares was working multiple jobs to finance her sister’s education. All in all, what little time she had to spent with her sister, coupled with said sisters puberty, as well as guilt for the sacrifices her sister was doing for her, didn’t really lead to a healthy family life.

Kiares financial situation got a boost when, ironically, she was fired from a job in a strip club. One patron had been intoxicated enough to forget the difference between a stripper and a hooker. What he didn’t expect once he got grabby was that Kiares, after decades of backbreaking work and life in the gang infested slums, had not only gained an impressive set of muscles, but knew how to incapacitate a guy and make it hurt.

Luckily for her, the whole display of her inducing punishment had been witnessed by a crime lord whose various operations included so called fighting pits, gladiatorial matches where rich people went to for the illegal pleasure of watching genuine carnage.

Once she had been recruited, the young asari excelled at her new profession While of course she was on the receiving end of multiple trashing, especially in the early years, the same unbreakable determination that had kept her and her sister feed for so long now kept her going. The matches varied in form, sometimes one on one, two on one, five on two, twenty on twenty, etc. What also varied was the amount of weapons and if matches were ended by yielding, K.O. or death. Fortunately, she didn’t get into any to-the-death-fights until three years after joining.

By then, she was a force to be reckoned with, eagerly learning any move or dirty trick she saw other fighters perform and correcting faulty in her own style. Once it was clear that she was a high quality brawler, and not just some thug from the streets to serve as canon fodder, the organiser also paid for people to instruct her in the use of combat biotics.

At home, her often coming back with marks of her “work” didn’t really improve the harmony of the household, but due to the time she could now spend at home instead of working three additional jobs, she and her sister pulled through. Finally, after hard work on both their parts, Felisha had finished her education with high grades, had successfully applied to an internship, the two of them had saved up enough credits to move to a nicer part of town…

And then the Reaper invaded the planet, shortly after annihilating the planetary defenses, bombarded the whole place and moved on.

Those that hadn’t been killed in the initial attack soon fell victim to starvation, left-behind Reaper ground forces, diseases or everything else that comes along with the fall of civilisation. Kiares had to kill many times, not only in self-defence, to stay alive, and so Felisha, something she had desperately hoped to prevent. Once, when after the war, rescue ships finally arrived, Kiares and Felisha were among the few survivors. Too few to populate even the smallest settlement by themselves.
The planet was abandoned, the survivors being shipped to Illium. Kiares was confident that things would work out now, for Illium offered more possibilities than Chalkhos, physical labour was needed to rebuild.

A few weeks later, Felisha died in a traffic accident.

Special ability: Lash




Profile: Avatar of the Ice Wolf

Name: Gerard Kalgard

Age: 36

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Class: Engineer

Special: Saboteur -- Increases the amount of time weapons are overheated by Sabotage dramatically, but destroys affected synthetics instead of making them fight on your side.

Personality: Cynical, but pragmatic enough not to turn away aid when offered to him. Difficult to get to know, but loyal to those he likes enough to consider his "friends".

History: From a young age, Gerard was obsessed with synthetics and technology. In those things, he saw limitless potential -- the ability to create anything imaginable. He quickly discovered, however, the danger with working with such things. His enlistment with the Alliance military and conversations with Quarian drifters on their pilgrimages taught him enough about rogue AIs and the Geth to turn his excitement into cautious experimentation.

Gerard's only surviving family by the time he reached adulthood was one brother. He was killed during Sovereign's attack on the Citadel. At this point, Gerard expected full Alliance retaliation on the Geth. This was not to be. Feeling betrayed, Gerard left the Alliance in disgust, signing up with Cerberus. While he disagreed with their agenda in some aspects, they did seem to take more direct action when human lives were threatened.

He stayed with Cerberus, working in the Terminus system until the full scale Reaper invasion. In the chaos that followed this dramatic event, Gerard found his outpost assaulted by pirates. He was left alive only due to his talent with machines, but was still taken from the world to a prison base where he was to be kept until they could either find a buyer or a use for him.




Profile:SilverLich

Name: Fehln Davris

Age: 36

Race: Turian

Homeworld (or place of birth): Oma Ker

Proffesion/Class: Bounty Hunter/Sentinel

Equipment: M-5 Phalanx (t2), M-6 shuriken (t1), old hunters knife

Skills: Warp, Tech armor, Cryo blast, Throw

Personality: Fehln may have had his soldier nature drilled into him during his time in the military, but his life as a bounty hunter has changed quite a bit of it. His sense of justice is still in there somewhere buried beneath the hunter lifestyle, but it's hard to find given his desire for more credits and his lack of any real care. Despite this need, he takes the hunter part of his job to heart, and enjoys challenging targets. This has been one of the factors that decides weather he takes them in alive or dead. Due to his time in his cabal, he has come to resent the turian military for their treatment of biotics, along with a good majority of the galaxy. Despite this, he can be relatively friendly to those who get to know him, but only those who have earned his respect have earned the right to truly know him.


History: Fehl grew up on an agricultural world that was never truly able to tame the land, where the possibility of the creatures that inhabited the planet being a problem were just as likely as pirates. His father taught him how to hunt as soon as he was able to hold a rifle, and found that he greatly enjoyed the thrill of the hunt. With every kill his arrogance grew, until he found himself facing a predator that was actually better than him. Range had been his greatest advantage, but it was faster than he could aim and closed the distance between the two, taking off part of his mandibles in the first strike. After a drawn out battle with the creature, Fehl found that his skills were not up to dealing with something that could actually best him in such a way. His biotics had begun to manifest that day, but they were useless in the hands of someone who didn't even know if they would give him the edge he needed, much less even knew they were there.

His savior came in the form of his father and a friend of his, the former disappointed that his son had grown arrogant enough to believe he could take on something that out of his league, and with his fifteenth birthday approaching, began to prepare him for the life of a soldier, believing his son could learn something from a the soldier life. When the time came for his mandatory service, Fehl found that there was something about being a soldier that brought back his lost pride as a hunter, but it just wasn't the same. Enjoying the job wasn't expected he knew, but the call of the hunt was always there in the back of his mind, a desire to return to hunting, but his years in the military had left him wondering if it would ever be the same. Hunting creatures was different from fighting people, which had offered its own kind of reward to him, one he had to say he liked even better. Add on the fact that his biotics were becoming more and more obvious with each passing year, sending him to a cabal that just made him like the military even less due to putting aside his skills for the simple fact that he was a biotic.

He left the military two years later after having enough of them wasting his talents and the call of the hunt getting strong enough for him to finally heed it once again, wandering for a bit. He finally got into the bounty hunting business when he started taking jobs to earn some credits, and found where the hunt had been calling him all this time, deciding to take on the job professionally. He was set for a few years with this job: good pay, the thrill of the hunt, and he could finally hone his biotics in a way the hierarchy never let him. He rarely paid attention to the goings on of the galaxy outside of his work, even when Sovreign attacked the citadel and commander sheperd died a few months later, all he saw was an increase in work due to criminal activity increasing. It was only after Purgatory was destroyed along with his business partner Warden Kuril that he began paying attention to the actions of commander sheperd and the galaxy at large, if only because he was starting to run out of work and.

When the Reapers finally came, he returned home to his colony to aid in the defense and evacuation, finding himself facing off against a foe unlike any other he had ever faced. He was pushed to his limits, almost losing an eye in a particularly bad run in with a marauder and the husks with it, leaving him with scars all around his right eye and very thankful that the marauder hadn't been as accurate as he had feared, leaving with an eye that he needs to leave part of a rifle scope on just to be able to see normally out of. Once the colony was evacuated, he reluctantly temporarily rejoined the turian military until the end of the reaper war. With galactic society trying to put itself back together, Fehl has recognized that men like him will be needed to help keep order, and has never heard the call of the hunt so loudly since his days in the military.



Profile: DiddlyDark

Name: Harus Artur'Erakh

Age: 53

Race: Batarian

Equipment: AT-12 Raider (4 points) M-3 Predator (1 point).

Personality: Harus is a man who values simplicity and straightforwardness. After all, why waste one's time with attempting diplomacy and subterfuge when you can simply shoot someone?

Homeworld (Or place of birth): Khar'shan

Profession/Class: Soldier (5 pts)

Skills: Blade Armour, Ballistic Blades, Inferno Grenades, and Fitness.

History: Harus, like the countless other Batarians in the Terminus systems, spent most of his life taking part in undertakings of arguable legality, all with varying levels of success. While the credits earned from these endeavours kept him "afloat" in terms of equipment and living, the Batarian was not satisfied with mediocrity. Naturally, his search for greater things lead Harus to the Blue Suns, and his subsequent employment with the mercenary group. While working as an enforcer lacked the variety of before, the pay was a significant improvement.

For some time, Harus' life remained the same, up until the supposedly mythical Reapers began their invasion of the galaxy, and brought about the fall of Khar'Shan. Once the Blue Suns entered into the war, Harus joined the countless others in the war, surviving long enough to see it end. What with the imminent threat of gigantic mechanical space squids destroying all life having been averted, Harus decided that he'd seen enough action for a few lifetimes. Taking the credits he'd saved up throughout his career, the Batarian left the Blue Suns to pursue a quiet life in the Terminus systems. Well, about as quiet as one can get in Terminus, at any rate.

Special Ability: Grenade Launcher - Harus' shotgun has been fitted with an underslung Inferno Grenade Launcher.



Profile: Athreon

Name: Sashryn "Flare" Velentor

Age: 20

Race: Human

Personality: Coming off as cold and unfeeling, Sashryn may even seem uncaring about living beings. She seems self centered as she often focuses on the mission and its reward, rather than the ramifications of the mission. Indeed, there are few jobs in her field that she would refuse. Nonetheless, she does have a softer, even tender side that she keeps hidden from all but those she would consider closest, and for this reason she keeps all around her at a barrel's range. Where one to see her at night, however, the might just find a young girl lying in bed, crying herself to sleep.

Homeworld (or place of birth): Illium

Profession/Class: infiltrator

Skill: Sticky Grenade, Tactical cloak, cryo blast, and fitness.

Equipment: Omni-tool, M-3 Predator (t1 pistol), M-13 Raptor Edit (t3 sniper rifle)

History: Part of Sashryn's tale ended just as it began. Her mother, whom Sashryn was named after, died in childbirth. Her father pledged that day that he would honor his late wife's memory by putting everything he had to give to the newborn girl. As Sashryn grew, she went to all the best schools and had ll the best things, as her father was a very successful business man. But the one thing she longed for, that every girl would long for, was to spend time with her father. Unfortunately, her father was a very busy man, and his many interests almost never coincided with hers, meaning that one of them couldn't enjoy the quality time. That was, however, before her father took Sashryn to the firing range on her twelfth birthday.

She very quickly discovered that she was a crack shot. She excelled with rifles, and did well with pistols, too. She rarely missed the bullseye, causing her father to encourage her to join a competition. She did, and won first prize in her age group. Her father was so proud that he bought her her very own scoped rifle, something she had wanted for a very long time. She was overjoyed, and rarely did a day come after that she wasn't seen at the local firing range. Her life seemed perfect. She had a loving father who spent time with her doing things they both enjoy, she had won a competition and the reward would pay for much of her school, and she finally had a weapon to call her own.

The years passed on, and the child grew into an adult, discovering the many responsibilities that come with it. During her fifteenth year, the Reapers began their attacks. Thankfully, Illium was one of the more resistant planets, and her home was farm enough away from the battles to somewhat ignore what was going on. Nonetheless, as her father sold armaments, she would often hear news of the war from him. But as fate had it, the war never touched their happy home. At age 16, she was teaching younger children how to handle a weapon safely. One day after returning from her work, however, she discovered that a horrible event had taken place. Her father had been murdered.

The police had a picture of a suspect, and broadcasted it across the area so that he could be found. What they didn't know was that the suspect was a man that Sashryn's father had put out of business several years prior. So did Sashryn call the police and tell them that she knew who the man was, and where he lived? No, instead, she took matters into her own hands. For weeks she studied his habits and movements, until finally she decided she was ready. One day he was found dead outside of his house, and with not a trace as to who did it. It was then that Sashryn discovered a very important fact about herself: she could kill, and get away with it. Shaken at what she had done, and worried that the police might find her, Sashryn left the planet as soon as possible with the money that her father left her.

Since then, Sashryn has been roaming the galaxy, taking various assassination jobs. Constant exposure has left her deadened to the affects of death and taking life, at least on the outside. As assassinations are in high demand and pay well in these times, Sashryn is able to live off her jobs.

Her nickname, "Flare" was given to her on a mission that went wrong. After killing the target, Sashryn's cover was compromised. She was forces to flee into a nearby jungle and await a ride out from her client. The client sent a pilot to fly in and rescue her, and he was able to find her only because she fired a flare into the sky. Due to the fact that he did not know her name, the pilot simply called her flare, and the name stuck.

Unfortunately, a Sashryn took a well-paying job that was just too much to chew. She now lies in prison, waiting to see what fate brings her too next.

Appearance: Sashryn has a slight figure, smaller than some of her peers, but not so much as to be considered unattractive. She has red, neck-length hair and deep green eyes. She is fit, but not overly strong or muscular, as her profession requires control rather than strength. One might notice that whenever she does something with her hands, the movements are fast and deliberate, a result of years spent honing her eye-hand coordination.

Special ability:
Steady Aim: Sashryn can fire her sniper rifle with increased speed and minimal recoil for a short time.

Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=D-xfC5OFti0#t=15





Profile: Dragus


Name: Kayne Cerebrix


Age: 23


Race: Human


Personality: Quiet, reserved, cold, philosophical.


Homeworld (Or place of birth): Earth


Profession/Class: Biotic Adept


Equipment: M-5 Phalanx pistol, customized light armor, retractible fingertip blades with interchangable toxin cartridge, assorted clothing and personal belongings, experimental Interitus biotic neural implant.


Skills: Dominate, Dark Sphere, Reave, Throw.


History: Kayne remembers very little of his younger years, aside from that they were spent coping with the significant biotic conductiveness he exhibited. At some point, an incident borne of tensions from ideological and religious organizations opposed to biotic modification led to the unintentional murder of his parents by said individuals. In the years that followed Kayne would involve himself with a number of biotic extremists. At first this affiliation was most likely a result of emotional disposition and frustration towards the society that killed his family, but in time he truly came to believe in the superiority of biotics, seeing them as the next step in human evolution.


After some time had passed, it is said that the success of some of Kayne's subversive activites as well as his strong disposition towards the advancement of humanity drew the attention of Cerebrus. With the promise of supporting their cause alongside bringing to public light the truth of the ascension of humanity, Kayne and many of his peers reluctantly agreed to join Cerebrus and take part in a highly secretive biotic experiment. Cerebrus had been developing a new neural implant codenamed "Interitus" which would -if successful- bestow upon the subject enormous biotic capability.


Despite the organization's best scientific efforts, project Interitus would in large part result in a massive failure. All subjects implanted with the Interitus suffered death, or in some cases severe instability leading to death shortly thereafter. There was only one survivor. And despite surviving the new installment of Interitus, the result was that Kayne lost huge portions of his memory, remembering only fragments here and there, the rest having to be relayed to him by peers or documentation. Still, despite the large-scale failure of the Interitus project as a whole, the individual (if abnormal) case of Kayne was perceived to be of potential usefulness to the organization.


A series of follow-up experiments, manipulation, and intense training (all of which in conjunction with his loss of memory serving to strip Kayne of his morality and -ironically-humanity) would mold the powerful biotic into an extremely useful and versatile agent. However, before his training would be completed, Cerebrus would experience a number of enormous setbacks, all resulting in their eventual collapse during the war with the Reapers. During the closing days of the conflict and a year or two that followed, Kayne would wander aimlessly in a small ship stolen from the organization. Remembering little of his past and only told his first name, Kayne would don the last name Cerebrix. Somewhat a play on words of the first place he has a true first-hand memory of, but mostly simply for the purpose of having a last name at all. Though his interest in biotic potential and the advancement of himself is as sincere as ever, he has little love or care for Cerebrus itself and gives little thought to the memories of the time he spent there.


Now stripped of purpose, memories of the the majority of his early life, and much of his morality and humanity, Kayne's time would be devoted to survival in a chaotic galaxy, never staying in one place for long. Despite most of himself being stripped away, one thing has always remained: His belief that biotic power is not only the future of his species, but of all sentient life. A number of unorthodox biotic experiments as well as his extremist views would lead Kayne to the Terminus Systems. Though anticipating his small vessel would attract little attention, an encounter with a boarding group of pirate assailants (now deceased) and the destruction of his ship would lead to a misunderstanding with passer-by authorities resulting in his detainment. Exhausted from his use of Interitus' full power during his encounter with his would-be assailants, he would offer no resistance to the authorities.


Now temporarily stripped of his heavily-customized equipment and his weapon, Kayne waits in his prison cell. It's not clear -or perhaps likely- that those holding him know of his biotic nature. And even if his implant were detected, they would still be unlikely to have a full understanding of his capabilities. Kayne continues to wait patiently for the time to make his escape. The pale-complected human, hair messily draped over a synthetically scar-removed and unnaturally smooth face, eyes turned a deep crimson from neural experimentation, sits silently in the corner of his cell.


Special Ability: Mortem protocol. Triggers the full capability of Interitus, greatly increasing the potency of all biotic abilities and drastically reducing their cooldown. Very taxing and results in a major fatigue drawback after its use ends.

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