Post by Farahin Sete on Sept 5, 2015 22:19:47 GMT
NASURN AEXI HIGOTT AEGOHR DUZORA FAHE- ENGINEER - SALARIAN
Skin - Crimson
Eye - Dark Purple
Height - 6’5”
Weight - 130 lbs
Age - 18
Other Physical Traits: A long scar running from below her left eye, curving around the side of her face, ending at her chin (Who the fuck gave Cerberus agents SWORDS? Whose bright idea was that? Let me fight them), pale pink facial markings, burn scars all over both hands (overheating rifles are no joke).
Specialties: Persuasion, pistols, piloting (the three P’s necessary for a salarian pirate)
Morality: Chaotic neutral. (“My needs are necessities beyond morals”)
Armor and Clothing:
Armor includes the Ariake Technologies Arsenal (modified for Salarian use), complete with visor (picked off of a corpse one lucky raid), painted forest green with pale blue flower pattern overlaid.
Civilian wear is a simple pale grey, fitted shirt with a deep purple Coachmen style jacket with a high collar and a flared hemline coming to about her knees. Her leggings are black and white banded, fitting comfortably into armored boots, forest green.
Equipment:
M-5 Phalanx,
Edge IV (Elkoss Combine)
Affiliations:
Various pirate scum
Personality: It’s pretty rare to have a salarian that doesn’t talk fast, and Fahe ain’t one of those. She speeds through conversations, choosing her words more carefully than one might think, able to persuade the very hardest of heads into doing...well, whatever she wants. Her interests are paramount, and she’s willing to do anything to pursue them. Bored easily, she’s mainly entertained by violence and getting her way. She looks up to Aria T’Loak, but is bitter about being trapped on Omega. High in confidence, but also high in skill. She’s the best thing since sliced bread, in her humble opinion.
Background / Origin: Fahe Duzora was born on Nasurn, in one of the first salarian colonies. The history of the place bored her, as she firmly believes there’s no point in learning from the pasts that don’t directly affect you. Through her early life, many things bored her, making it so that she learned fairly little normal life skills. Pistols suited her, although her clan wasn’t military in nature, and shooting at people was far more entertaining than science or politics to a rare salarian female. When she was out of secondary school, she talked her way onto a shuttle, and then onto a cargo transport ship. Slick words had the pilot teaching her how to fly, and as soon as she was confident in it, she marooned the captain and crew on some random rock of a planet (with breathable oxygen and a variety of wildlife--she’s not that cruel).
She spent two years as a pilot, captain, and pirate of a small crew of lowlife scum. They toured the traverse, stealing credits and killing whoever they so pleased. Life was great! That is, until Fahe’s good for nothing crew marooned her on fucking Omega. Maybe she was too much of a hardass, or maybe they didn’t like how she would prefer to sweet talk her way into people’s wallets instead of shooting them dead. Either way, she was shuttled and scuttled onto the piece of pungent shit that is Omega.
She’s not happy about it.
Skin - Crimson
Eye - Dark Purple
Height - 6’5”
Weight - 130 lbs
Age - 18
Other Physical Traits: A long scar running from below her left eye, curving around the side of her face, ending at her chin (Who the fuck gave Cerberus agents SWORDS? Whose bright idea was that? Let me fight them), pale pink facial markings, burn scars all over both hands (overheating rifles are no joke).
Specialties: Persuasion, pistols, piloting (the three P’s necessary for a salarian pirate)
Morality: Chaotic neutral. (“My needs are necessities beyond morals”)
Armor and Clothing:
Armor includes the Ariake Technologies Arsenal (modified for Salarian use), complete with visor (picked off of a corpse one lucky raid), painted forest green with pale blue flower pattern overlaid.
Civilian wear is a simple pale grey, fitted shirt with a deep purple Coachmen style jacket with a high collar and a flared hemline coming to about her knees. Her leggings are black and white banded, fitting comfortably into armored boots, forest green.
Equipment:
M-5 Phalanx,
Edge IV (Elkoss Combine)
Affiliations:
Various pirate scum
Personality: It’s pretty rare to have a salarian that doesn’t talk fast, and Fahe ain’t one of those. She speeds through conversations, choosing her words more carefully than one might think, able to persuade the very hardest of heads into doing...well, whatever she wants. Her interests are paramount, and she’s willing to do anything to pursue them. Bored easily, she’s mainly entertained by violence and getting her way. She looks up to Aria T’Loak, but is bitter about being trapped on Omega. High in confidence, but also high in skill. She’s the best thing since sliced bread, in her humble opinion.
Background / Origin: Fahe Duzora was born on Nasurn, in one of the first salarian colonies. The history of the place bored her, as she firmly believes there’s no point in learning from the pasts that don’t directly affect you. Through her early life, many things bored her, making it so that she learned fairly little normal life skills. Pistols suited her, although her clan wasn’t military in nature, and shooting at people was far more entertaining than science or politics to a rare salarian female. When she was out of secondary school, she talked her way onto a shuttle, and then onto a cargo transport ship. Slick words had the pilot teaching her how to fly, and as soon as she was confident in it, she marooned the captain and crew on some random rock of a planet (with breathable oxygen and a variety of wildlife--she’s not that cruel).
She spent two years as a pilot, captain, and pirate of a small crew of lowlife scum. They toured the traverse, stealing credits and killing whoever they so pleased. Life was great! That is, until Fahe’s good for nothing crew marooned her on fucking Omega. Maybe she was too much of a hardass, or maybe they didn’t like how she would prefer to sweet talk her way into people’s wallets instead of shooting them dead. Either way, she was shuttled and scuttled onto the piece of pungent shit that is Omega.
She’s not happy about it.