Daniel_Eden
Bae Supreme #1
Steam Name / Steam ID : Daniel Sexbangiel
How long have you played on the server?: About couple of days now.
Characters name/nicknames: Tidus 'November' 'The Good Doctor' Zrosis
Characters Race: Drell
Requested position aboard the ship: Ship Medic (Available for Combat Medic)
Specific equipment, weaponry, gear, and/or abilities:
How long have you played on the server?: About couple of days now.
Characters name/nicknames: Tidus 'November' 'The Good Doctor' Zrosis
Characters Race: Drell
Requested position aboard the ship: Ship Medic (Available for Combat Medic)
Specific equipment, weaponry, gear, and/or abilities:
- One standard M-6 Carnifex
- Standard armor, fitted for mobility and quick movements
- Omni-Tool
- Standard Medical equipment: Medi-Gel, gauze, ect.
Biotics include:
- Pull
: A Biotic that causes the desired target to float in the air, gently coming towards them while dealing low DoT damage for the duration of the biotic's effect. Their favorite biotic.
- Warp
: A biotic that rips apart an enemy's armor and stops regeneration by ripping apart the enemy on a molecular level. Deals moderate damage and low DoT over ten seconds. When used on a hostile affected by Pull, this creates a biotic explosion, dealing increased AoE damage to anything within a 5-meter radius. The Wombo Combo.
Characters alignments (Select one, or make one.):
- Lawful Good, "Crusader"
- Neutral Good, "Benefactor"
- Chaotic Good, "Rebel"
- Lawful Neutral, "Judge"
- Neutral, "Undecided"
- Chaotic Neutral, "Free Spirit"
- Lawful Evil, "Dominator"
- Neutral Evil, "Malefactor"
- Chaotic Evil, "Lucifer"
Characters Backstory:
Stardate: April 2, 2177 - Mission: Receive package from Omega
It was supposed to be a simple pick-up. A team of two would get to high ground, providing supporting fire in case things went south, each unit equip with an M-92 Mantis honed in on the entrance, providing ariel support. The remaining three squad members would pose as the ones who were to deliver the package, led by the squad leader and supported by two rear gunners. It wasn't as easy as it seemed. It never is.
Two extremely shady characters were waiting by the drop point, which unfortunately was a well known bar in Omega. They'd used this drop point before. Many times. In fact, the patrons and staff working the place knew to keep away, unless they wanted to be found the next morning dead. As the hustle and bustle of party life drowned out most coherent sound, the extraction team moved in, keeping a tight wedge formation as they deftly avoided the civilians having the times of their life.
Eye contact. An exchange of warm, empty, smiles, and the shaking of hands.
"We take it yer the one's wantin' the product?" The larger of the two would ask. A Krogan. "Ain't seen too many Drell around these parts."
Said Drell in question stood five feet in height, give or take a few inches. Their blackened eyes stared emotionless to the Krogan, instead offering the required amount of credits to get this show on the roa-
"Actually..."
Stardate: April 2, 2177 - Mission: Survive and reach the evac zone.
Several patrons lie dead on the floor, and the entire establishment is drowned in a sea of gunfire. Tables are overturned to provide cover. A fire has broken out due to previously shot at electrical wires igniting a broken booze bottle. This was a complete shit-show. The Drell places a finger on their auditory receptor.
"Janna. Evac is going to have to be early. We're moving to the streets." The Drell would shout, looking over the table they were perched behind and- The package. They raised a hand and made a motion. Cover me. The two gunners nodded and laid down a suppressing fire as the humanoid darted and weaved through countless bodies and bullets, sliding underneath the legs of a frantic Turian to get a hold of what they desired. Then, a flash of blue, a familiar voice screaming out in pain, and the world slowing down, just for a moment.
By the time the Drell grabbed the package and looked up, they had seen one of their comrades take a round to the shoulder, spinning to the ground as the force of impact nearly blew them away. Their eyes met, and the gunner mouthed four words:
'I love you, Tidus.'
Only these four words were partially released before a slug round pierced their skull, leaving them nothing more than a casualty. Liquid sorrow ran down this man's face, their body frozen as the sudden rushing of sadness overflowing each and every one of their senses- but they still had a job to do. Legs worked as hard as they could, their left arm cradling what they came to retrieve as the previous Krogan that had exchanged 'pleasantries' barreled through the crowd to catch up, their primal war cry able to pierce the air over all of the noise. The initial plan was to retrieve the corpse of the departed, but it seemed there wouldn't be time. Had to leave them. Running past, a glance was given to the recently dead, and a silent string of prays was given. Time to evac.
Stardate: December 24, 2177
Things weren't looking good. Within the last couple of months, income had been low, days have looked bleak, and life was generally kicking gonads as hard as they could. The Drell known as Lemos Yaat had been having better days it seemed, after the horrific events they'd witnessed on Omega. IN this time, they'd done a few regrettable things, the most notable being the addition of bionics, which they were still attempting to perfect the use of. Two, to be exact. One would give him time to exit nearly any situation, and the other would rend their foes asunder. These were his thoughts on this, at least, as he sat within an empty bar on the planet Kahje, their home world. It was named... What was it's name again? They couldn't remember, being so far down the bottle that everything seemed double.
It'd be at this time that a familiar face would enter the scene. A man standing about six-foot four, with eyes of blazing blue and hair like hellfire.
"Not gonna lie, you look more shit than you've ever looked, November." They'd say to the Drell.
"I'm.... NOT Novermbder anymoar. Don't do that. Can't after-"
"I know, Boss. I know, but listen. I know that you know I'm not here for no reason. Heard you got some implants. Heard you're not taking them so well. Gt worried and here I am. I know a guy. A guy who can pretty much help you out in every feasible way possible. Get you sober, get you some basic wet work, can get your implants fixed, because I damn well know you went to some back alley doc to get them- and before you ask I did in fact talk with them about how they did it. You're lucky you're not a cripple, cause wowie. It's not good. Here-" This man would say, handing over a small business card for the nearby clinic. "- Show this to the front desk and the guy you're there to see is Doctor Z. Literally what they go by."
"..." This Drell wouldn't respond, merely looking at this small-printed card. Why was the print so small? It was hurting their head, they thought.
"Now, I gotta jet. Only here cause we had to deliver some medical supplies to the previously stated doctor. Again, cannot believe people call him that. So weird." They'd say, giving a half-assed wave before beginning to exit the lonely facility.
"Oh, and one last thing." This human would state, tossing a small item at the Drell, who wouldn't catch it but let it smack their forehead. It was a small pendant, the crystal it held darker than the abyss. "Bought that thing about a month ago. Thought you'd like it. Happy trails, Lumos, and Happy 'Human' Holidays."
The Drell would gaze upon this jewelry, memorized by a thin veil of shimmering gold that seemed to envelop it. This was hers. They clutched it tight to their chest, eyes following their friend as they exited.
"Thank you, December."
The human exiting would have seemed to have heard this, a faint smile on their face as they walked to where their vessel was located to depart. It was only two hours to get there. They had time.
Stardate: January 13, 2178
It'd been about two weeks since Lumos had visited this clinic. It'd been almost a week since they talked with Doctor Z. It was a nice chat, if they were honest. They told them their symptoms. they would get treated the next day. They told them how they were struggling, and the Good Doctor provided them with weekly counseling. They stated they needed a job, no matter the pay, and Z gave them an offer entangled in an ultimatum:
"We could use an extra hand around here, but there will be rules for you and you only. First, no more booze. It reeks and you're no good reeking or drunk. Second, Everybody who is a doctor, nurse, or patient is above you. You listen to them, get them what they need, and then head to the next place you're needed. Last, you stop looking miserable. It makes the patients feel really uneasy when they see a working man look as down as fecal matter flying into a canyon. That's real down, in case you didn't know. Once the treatment to heal you implants is done, you can start, but a question: You an idiot? You don't seem like one, but anybody who goes to Reggie for biotic implants either doesn't know them, or is just dumb. I mean, we fixed it, but- Never mind. Think about it. I'll check on you later."
It wouldn't take long for the reptilian being to decide to accept, though they had a hard month ahead of them. Rehabilitation is the spice of life, after all. A month would of course pass, and several would pass from their first day on duty. Another year and they'd be a nurse. Give them another five years and they would be the top medical adviser for the clinic. Give them a little more time and...
Nine Years Later: Mission - Live Life
"Stay off that leg. We don't need you coming back with it smashed into dust."
One of two men would nod before being escorted out of the examination room by a nurse . The other man, however, remained, a flair of biotics causing a clipboard to levitate and very slowly make its way to the clad-in-white being. 'That man needs to stop trying to fight their son. Next time, it could be worse.' They thought to themselves, finally gripping the clipboard as it was about to make contact with their body, taking a good look at it. At this time, an older gentleman of the Drell race would enter the scene, carrying a package.
"Package for Doctor Zrosis." They'd say.
A look of surprise. The doctor had never received a package, at least, not in many years. Accepting the parcel and signing for it, the deliverer retreated back to their work, and the Good Doctor looked down to notice a slip of paper folded many times. They unfolded it. They read it.
"Doctor Zrosis, or should I call you Tidus now, my dear friend? It's been nearly a year since my retirement, and you seem to be taking my spot quite well. This fills me with both happiness and satisfaction. I remember when you had first come to me. You were a broken man, with little purpose; An echo of your former self. Now, you've become the most wanted medical doctor this side of our desolate little oasis. I couldn't be prouder, my son.-" At this time, Tidus' eyes would begin to water. It'd seemed like an eon since he and his former mentor spoke. How he missed their prattle and poking, but that was thinking for another time. They continued to read. "- I'm sorry I couldn't come see you in person, but as you know I'm bed-ridden. Part of why I left, as I'm sure you've already guessed. Don't think too much on it. I've done many things in my life, but this isn't about me. Inside this package you'll find something I think you'll appreciate. You see, Doctor Z is a bit of a fable in these parts. A man who's lived many lives, and saved even more. I was the most recent iteration until... Well, I'm sure you can piece what I'm saying together. Please be safe, and remember this: I took you in because I saw someone who can achieve great things, and make so much of a difference. I mean, you were under the tutelage of a living legend!. Be well, son. - Doctor Traxis Zimmos"
They didn't understand. They couldn't comprehend. What in Kalahira's name was this? They wasted no time in opening what they received, and the dawning of a grim realization came to them: They were the next Doctor Z, as within this wrapping was the name tag worn by his predecessor. Shock and horror came into this Drell's mind. The closest thing to his father was dying, and had chosen them to carry in their footsteps. So many emotions came out in the brief span of two minutes, all contained within the tears they shed. When composure was gained, they made a promise to themselves:
Tidus Zrosis would live up to this expectation, and exceed it.
One year later: Present day - Mission: Make a change.
"Name." A suited man would ask.
"Tidus Zrosis." Would respond a well-dressed drell.
"Skills?"
"Ten years of combat, almost ten years of medical month, the art of subtlety."
"Meaning."
"I'm very good at sneaking."
"Noted. Now why do you want to work with New Eden?"
"New opportunities. Meet new people. Be the good guy. You know, the stereotypical reasons for wanting to be employed."
The suited man would laugh. "Fair enough. Now, can you give us a little bit of information about yourself?"
"Of course. Raised in Kahje. Married in Kahje to a girl named Devoh. We both began working on Omega when we came of age. Divorced in Omega." The Drell stated dully, about to continue on before being stopped.
"I'm very sorry to hear that, but tell me more about your most recent job on Omega."
"Well, it goes like this..."
"It was supposed to be a simple pick-up job. A team of two would get to high ground..."
What is your character's goal aboard the ship? : To provide relief as best they're able; To make sure the one's they care for don't parish, like the last one did.
Why were they hired by New Eden? : They seemed like a well-versed medical doctor, as well as skilled in combat. Why NOT hire him?
SOURCE SAUSE:
Stardate: April 2, 2177 - Mission: Receive package from Omega
It was supposed to be a simple pick-up. A team of two would get to high ground, providing supporting fire in case things went south, each unit equip with an M-92 Mantis honed in on the entrance, providing ariel support. The remaining three squad members would pose as the ones who were to deliver the package, led by the squad leader and supported by two rear gunners. It wasn't as easy as it seemed. It never is.
Two extremely shady characters were waiting by the drop point, which unfortunately was a well known bar in Omega. They'd used this drop point before. Many times. In fact, the patrons and staff working the place knew to keep away, unless they wanted to be found the next morning dead. As the hustle and bustle of party life drowned out most coherent sound, the extraction team moved in, keeping a tight wedge formation as they deftly avoided the civilians having the times of their life.
Eye contact. An exchange of warm, empty, smiles, and the shaking of hands.
"We take it yer the one's wantin' the product?" The larger of the two would ask. A Krogan. "Ain't seen too many Drell around these parts."
Said Drell in question stood five feet in height, give or take a few inches. Their blackened eyes stared emotionless to the Krogan, instead offering the required amount of credits to get this show on the roa-
"Actually..."
Stardate: April 2, 2177 - Mission: Survive and reach the evac zone.
Several patrons lie dead on the floor, and the entire establishment is drowned in a sea of gunfire. Tables are overturned to provide cover. A fire has broken out due to previously shot at electrical wires igniting a broken booze bottle. This was a complete shit-show. The Drell places a finger on their auditory receptor.
"Janna. Evac is going to have to be early. We're moving to the streets." The Drell would shout, looking over the table they were perched behind and- The package. They raised a hand and made a motion. Cover me. The two gunners nodded and laid down a suppressing fire as the humanoid darted and weaved through countless bodies and bullets, sliding underneath the legs of a frantic Turian to get a hold of what they desired. Then, a flash of blue, a familiar voice screaming out in pain, and the world slowing down, just for a moment.
By the time the Drell grabbed the package and looked up, they had seen one of their comrades take a round to the shoulder, spinning to the ground as the force of impact nearly blew them away. Their eyes met, and the gunner mouthed four words:
'I love you, Tidus.'
Only these four words were partially released before a slug round pierced their skull, leaving them nothing more than a casualty. Liquid sorrow ran down this man's face, their body frozen as the sudden rushing of sadness overflowing each and every one of their senses- but they still had a job to do. Legs worked as hard as they could, their left arm cradling what they came to retrieve as the previous Krogan that had exchanged 'pleasantries' barreled through the crowd to catch up, their primal war cry able to pierce the air over all of the noise. The initial plan was to retrieve the corpse of the departed, but it seemed there wouldn't be time. Had to leave them. Running past, a glance was given to the recently dead, and a silent string of prays was given. Time to evac.
Stardate: December 24, 2177
Things weren't looking good. Within the last couple of months, income had been low, days have looked bleak, and life was generally kicking gonads as hard as they could. The Drell known as Lemos Yaat had been having better days it seemed, after the horrific events they'd witnessed on Omega. IN this time, they'd done a few regrettable things, the most notable being the addition of bionics, which they were still attempting to perfect the use of. Two, to be exact. One would give him time to exit nearly any situation, and the other would rend their foes asunder. These were his thoughts on this, at least, as he sat within an empty bar on the planet Kahje, their home world. It was named... What was it's name again? They couldn't remember, being so far down the bottle that everything seemed double.
It'd be at this time that a familiar face would enter the scene. A man standing about six-foot four, with eyes of blazing blue and hair like hellfire.
"Not gonna lie, you look more shit than you've ever looked, November." They'd say to the Drell.
"I'm.... NOT Novermbder anymoar. Don't do that. Can't after-"
"I know, Boss. I know, but listen. I know that you know I'm not here for no reason. Heard you got some implants. Heard you're not taking them so well. Gt worried and here I am. I know a guy. A guy who can pretty much help you out in every feasible way possible. Get you sober, get you some basic wet work, can get your implants fixed, because I damn well know you went to some back alley doc to get them- and before you ask I did in fact talk with them about how they did it. You're lucky you're not a cripple, cause wowie. It's not good. Here-" This man would say, handing over a small business card for the nearby clinic. "- Show this to the front desk and the guy you're there to see is Doctor Z. Literally what they go by."
"..." This Drell wouldn't respond, merely looking at this small-printed card. Why was the print so small? It was hurting their head, they thought.
"Now, I gotta jet. Only here cause we had to deliver some medical supplies to the previously stated doctor. Again, cannot believe people call him that. So weird." They'd say, giving a half-assed wave before beginning to exit the lonely facility.
"Oh, and one last thing." This human would state, tossing a small item at the Drell, who wouldn't catch it but let it smack their forehead. It was a small pendant, the crystal it held darker than the abyss. "Bought that thing about a month ago. Thought you'd like it. Happy trails, Lumos, and Happy 'Human' Holidays."
The Drell would gaze upon this jewelry, memorized by a thin veil of shimmering gold that seemed to envelop it. This was hers. They clutched it tight to their chest, eyes following their friend as they exited.
"Thank you, December."
The human exiting would have seemed to have heard this, a faint smile on their face as they walked to where their vessel was located to depart. It was only two hours to get there. They had time.
Stardate: January 13, 2178
It'd been about two weeks since Lumos had visited this clinic. It'd been almost a week since they talked with Doctor Z. It was a nice chat, if they were honest. They told them their symptoms. they would get treated the next day. They told them how they were struggling, and the Good Doctor provided them with weekly counseling. They stated they needed a job, no matter the pay, and Z gave them an offer entangled in an ultimatum:
"We could use an extra hand around here, but there will be rules for you and you only. First, no more booze. It reeks and you're no good reeking or drunk. Second, Everybody who is a doctor, nurse, or patient is above you. You listen to them, get them what they need, and then head to the next place you're needed. Last, you stop looking miserable. It makes the patients feel really uneasy when they see a working man look as down as fecal matter flying into a canyon. That's real down, in case you didn't know. Once the treatment to heal you implants is done, you can start, but a question: You an idiot? You don't seem like one, but anybody who goes to Reggie for biotic implants either doesn't know them, or is just dumb. I mean, we fixed it, but- Never mind. Think about it. I'll check on you later."
It wouldn't take long for the reptilian being to decide to accept, though they had a hard month ahead of them. Rehabilitation is the spice of life, after all. A month would of course pass, and several would pass from their first day on duty. Another year and they'd be a nurse. Give them another five years and they would be the top medical adviser for the clinic. Give them a little more time and...
Nine Years Later: Mission - Live Life
"Stay off that leg. We don't need you coming back with it smashed into dust."
One of two men would nod before being escorted out of the examination room by a nurse . The other man, however, remained, a flair of biotics causing a clipboard to levitate and very slowly make its way to the clad-in-white being. 'That man needs to stop trying to fight their son. Next time, it could be worse.' They thought to themselves, finally gripping the clipboard as it was about to make contact with their body, taking a good look at it. At this time, an older gentleman of the Drell race would enter the scene, carrying a package.
"Package for Doctor Zrosis." They'd say.
A look of surprise. The doctor had never received a package, at least, not in many years. Accepting the parcel and signing for it, the deliverer retreated back to their work, and the Good Doctor looked down to notice a slip of paper folded many times. They unfolded it. They read it.
"Doctor Zrosis, or should I call you Tidus now, my dear friend? It's been nearly a year since my retirement, and you seem to be taking my spot quite well. This fills me with both happiness and satisfaction. I remember when you had first come to me. You were a broken man, with little purpose; An echo of your former self. Now, you've become the most wanted medical doctor this side of our desolate little oasis. I couldn't be prouder, my son.-" At this time, Tidus' eyes would begin to water. It'd seemed like an eon since he and his former mentor spoke. How he missed their prattle and poking, but that was thinking for another time. They continued to read. "- I'm sorry I couldn't come see you in person, but as you know I'm bed-ridden. Part of why I left, as I'm sure you've already guessed. Don't think too much on it. I've done many things in my life, but this isn't about me. Inside this package you'll find something I think you'll appreciate. You see, Doctor Z is a bit of a fable in these parts. A man who's lived many lives, and saved even more. I was the most recent iteration until... Well, I'm sure you can piece what I'm saying together. Please be safe, and remember this: I took you in because I saw someone who can achieve great things, and make so much of a difference. I mean, you were under the tutelage of a living legend!. Be well, son. - Doctor Traxis Zimmos"
They didn't understand. They couldn't comprehend. What in Kalahira's name was this? They wasted no time in opening what they received, and the dawning of a grim realization came to them: They were the next Doctor Z, as within this wrapping was the name tag worn by his predecessor. Shock and horror came into this Drell's mind. The closest thing to his father was dying, and had chosen them to carry in their footsteps. So many emotions came out in the brief span of two minutes, all contained within the tears they shed. When composure was gained, they made a promise to themselves:
Tidus Zrosis would live up to this expectation, and exceed it.
One year later: Present day - Mission: Make a change.
"Name." A suited man would ask.
"Tidus Zrosis." Would respond a well-dressed drell.
"Skills?"
"Ten years of combat, almost ten years of medical month, the art of subtlety."
"Meaning."
"I'm very good at sneaking."
"Noted. Now why do you want to work with New Eden?"
"New opportunities. Meet new people. Be the good guy. You know, the stereotypical reasons for wanting to be employed."
The suited man would laugh. "Fair enough. Now, can you give us a little bit of information about yourself?"
"Of course. Raised in Kahje. Married in Kahje to a girl named Devoh. We both began working on Omega when we came of age. Divorced in Omega." The Drell stated dully, about to continue on before being stopped.
"I'm very sorry to hear that, but tell me more about your most recent job on Omega."
"Well, it goes like this..."
"It was supposed to be a simple pick-up job. A team of two would get to high ground..."
What is your character's goal aboard the ship? : To provide relief as best they're able; To make sure the one's they care for don't parish, like the last one did.
Why were they hired by New Eden? : They seemed like a well-versed medical doctor, as well as skilled in combat. Why NOT hire him?
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