Post by Garrus Vakarian on Aug 30, 2012 2:05:22 GMT -5
Super Identity and Secret Identity:
Archangel / Garrus Vakarian
(Though, his "identity" is more a title of honor. He usually goes by his real name)
Alliance:
Chaotic Good
Gender Preference:
Male
Age:
41
Birthday:
Birthdays aren't celebrated on Palaven
Personality:
Garrus is a sarcastic sort. He thinks he's wittier than he really is, and often uses some snarky comment to diffuse a difficult situation. If he can, that is. He's usually friendly and easy to get along with, but doesn't always understand how people interact.
He is also a very determined individual. Even with little evidence to support his theories, he will keep searching. Particularly if he thinks his efforts are not misplaced.
Appearance:
He is short, for a Turian. Turians typically stand over six feet tall, while he is likely around 5'10. Like other Turians, he has two long, proportionately thick fingers and an opposable thumb on each hand, each tipped with talons, and a set of mandibles around their mouths. The most distinguishing feature of turians is their metallic carapace, also called "fringe", which is a result of their evolution. As a male of his species, he has a ring of "horns" around his neck, which he usually keeps covered with armor.
As per the culture of the Turians, he has facial tattoos that identify him as part of a clan. He has a scar on the right side of his face where he had taken massive damage from a missle. That's right. Shot in the face. With a missle. And lived.
He is usually found in armor. As a good Turian, he is always prepared for battle, even when he should be relaxing. His armor is a dark shade of blue, and is a slightly modified version of the armor worn by C-Sec.
History:
Garrus' childhood was no different than other Turians. He was trained for the military all his life and was enlisted at the age of 15. He served in the Turian Fleet until he was 30, when he got a job as a C-Sec officer on the Citadel station.
While he was working for C-Sec, he tried to gather intel on a rogue officer by the name of Saren. He knew that Saren had turned traitor, and wanted to prove that, by any means necessary. Any evidence he gathered against Saren was dismissed as inconclusive, but he never gave up. With the help of a Commander Shepard, he was able to prove that Saren had indeed gone rogue. However, in the process, he himself went rogue. He quit C-Sec because he couldn't do his job and follow regulations.
Since he no longer had a job with C-Sec, it was hard for him to go back to Palaven to face his father. His father had been a C-Sec officer, and would not be happy that Garrus quit so freely.
Instead, he took up the codename Archangel and became a sort of vigilante. He hunted down various gangs, like the Blood Packs, the Blue Suns, and the Eclipse. He nearly succeeded in breaking them all up and taking them down, but was drawn away by Commander Shepard again for another assignment. A group of synthetics called the Reapers threatened to destroy all organics. Through a lot of strategizing and more battles than he would have cared for, the Reapers were stopped.
He has since worked with the Turian military and advised on several issues. However, he had always wanted to visit somewhere warm and tropical. Upon confessing this to Shepard, he was advised to visit Earth. He did so, but something went wrong in his travels. His ship, while going through the Mass Relays, somehow intersected into the Time Vortex. He was sent to Earth, but years before Earth had even DREAMT of meeting new species of aliens. To his dismay, it was also years before they had the idea of the Mass Relays.
So, now he is stuck, but being the optimist he is, he wants to make the best of it. He knows he sticks out like a sore thumb, but he manages to find ways to make himself useful.
Secret Identity:
Wages have never been a concern for Garrus. His 15 years in the military help him get by just about anywhere. But when he's not busy destroying threats, he can be found building weaponry. He has tried to work with some scientists to further Earth's technology, but there isn't much a military mind can contribute. Though, he is attempting to supply some of Earth's scientists with plans for a Mass Relay. Mainly so he can go home to Palaven.
He enjoys working on his own weaponry, however. He spends most of his time calibrating his favorite assault rifles.
Power:
Garrus has a limited ability with biotics, which is gained through exposure to "element zero". To his knowledge, most of the galaxy has some experience with it. His body did not adapt as well to Eezo as other races, but that is also partially due to his Turian biology.
He is able to overload tech, which usually comes in handy when being pinned down by a turret, or some other such situation.
RP Sample:
The Turian awoke from another bad dream. He'd had plenty of those recently. This one involved the Reapers again. He'd dreamt that they had failed in defeating the Reapers, and that they had returned to finish the job. He'd dreamt that his friend Shepard had died in the fight. He'd dreamt that there wasn't a damn thing he could have done to stop it.
These nightmares were going to get the best of him. He sat up and looked around his "apartment". What a living situation. Stuck on a primative military base and only barely treated like a person. In his time, the humans were the ones that were primative. A worse man than Garrus would have taken offense and sought to correct them. But they didn't know better. And he didn't really mind the humans. They had plenty of weapons to modify, and it was kind of interesting to see so many guns being made that he would have considered antiques.
He shook his head and looked at himself. He'd fallen asleep in his armor again. Oh well.
He got up and got straight to work recalibrating his favorite gun. A rifle of Prothean design. He would never let the humans get their hands on this one, but he couldn't bear to be without it.
Then he heard a knock on his door.
He groaned.
"Can it wait a bit? I'm in the middle of some calibrations," he said. The human jumped a bit upon hearing the flanging effect of his voice. Clearly a new guy.
"I was just wondering if you could perhaps translate some of these blueprints?" the man asked.
"I've told you all I can," Garrus replied. "I'm a soldier. Not a scientist. I've done the best I can. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need a bit of sunlight. I'm going out."
Without waiting for a word from the human, he hid his rifle away and proceeded towards the door. He smirked to himself and left the military base.
It felt so good to be outside. And now he could go wherever he wanted. And he didn't even care that people wouldn't know how to react to him.
No military. No C-Sec. No Reapers. Nothing to worry about at all.
Other:
Set between ME2 and ME3. And (sort of) crossing over with Doctor Who. A little bit.
Password?:
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