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Creepy Jeepies: Sniper's Quarian Application

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SniperJojo

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Steam Name/Steam ID : STEAM_0:1:20327890 / http://steamcommunity.com/id/daring/


How long have you played on the server?: Just started, an hour or so. Very excited to get started on the server


Characters name/nicknames:

Name: Suu'Ci nar Mavantris

Nicknames:

Suu

'Suzie'

FORBIDDEN: Sucky



Characters Race: Quarian


Requested position aboard the ship: Medical, Pharmacist, Can act as a Medic


Specific Gear:

Standard Customized Armoured Envirosuit

Medical Kit

Wooden Skateboard

AT-12 Raider

M-3 Predator


Characters Aligment: Neutral, leaning Paragon


Characters Backstory:

one day a quarian was born from the darkness of the old blood into the world as a child of dark-

Kidding, here, it's a bit long.

Suu’Ci nar Mavantris is a Quarian pilgrim born on December 31st, 2166 to loving parents with weird name ideas on the Migrant Fleet. As a child, she never really got into the same things that other Quarian children were interested in; where most Quarians are indoctrinated into being interested in engineering, Suu’Ci was instead interested in plants and botany. This interest had sparked one day after her biology class, when she learned that Quarians used to have a symbiotic relationship with plants native to Rannoch. Rannoch flora and fauna adapted together on the planet so that they could coexist together, since Rannoch lacked any true insect life and Quarians didn’t have the greatest of immune systems to begin with. Much like every other Quarian, Suu’Ci wanted to see the homeworld, but she couldn’t stop talking and day-dreaming about it in her classes and around her friends. It got to the point where it became so annoying for her to talk about something unanimously agreed on that some Quarian children surprisingly began to bully her. This resulted in Suu’Ci becoming a rather anti-social, sarcastic individual, rather than the emotionally high, talkative spark of life she was initially. She even resented the fact that she was confined in cramped spaces with everyone, even when people didn’t truly care about it. It got to the point that, although she had the translucent visor for privacy, she had a poncho made for herself for an additional sense of privacy. Despite the fact that she reserved her opinions, she was still really passionate about one day being able to walk on the surface of Rannoch, to bring back an ecological balance to the planet again. Instead of taking engineering classes, she took classes on botany and chemistry.


By the age of eighteen, Suu’Ci embarked on her Pilgrimage, leaving the cramped and uncomfortable confines of the Migrant Fleet. Out of all the places she heard about from either extranet articles or from other adults, she decided her first stop was going to be Omega. The station had limitless potential because of it’s lack of restrictions and regulations, unlike the Bureaucratic shitshow that is the Citadel. She had heard stories of Quarians being stuck in customs for hours, getting called racial slurs and being accused of thievery without there being any proof. Suu’Ci didn’t want to deal with that after dealing with it her entire childhood, so to her, Omega was the best choice. Unfortunately for her, Omega didn’t pan out to have the unbounded freedom she had anticipated. A week into her pilgrimage, she had already been shot at once, extorted out of most of her starting money at mercenary checkpoints, and cat-called by human and asari mercenaries in yellow armor. Said mercenaries, part of the Eclipse Sisters, gave her the nickname “Sucky” after they had figured out her name was Suu’Ci (It sounds cringy, but hey, it’s Eclipse. Cringy by default). The first month of her life was an absolute living hell.


A month into her pilgrimage, Suu’Ci was able to land herself a job at a market stall and rent herself a literal storage closet as an apartment. It wasn’t much at the moment, and her boss wasn’t the greatest Volus in the galaxy, but it was better than getting robbed and harassed by mercenaries. She had no idea how she was going to complete her pilgrimage (or if she was), but at least she had a small starting point now. After all, once you hit rock bottom, only way to go is up, right? Of course she didn’t get too far up, seeing as she got paid garbage wages and the “taxes” of Omega didn’t leave much for savings. Then again she couldn’t really complain that much because she lived a bit more comfortably now. Aside from the occasional run-in with mercenary tax collectors, Suu’Ci enjoyed the fact that her life was quiet at the moment. This only lasted for about half a year, however.


During the return home to her apartment one night, Suu’Ci had noticed that she was being followed by an armed batarian. He didn’t wear the markings of any known mercenary groups, so it was obvious he was working alone… Just as much as it was obvious from the stumbling that he was drunk. Still, she was at a major disadvantage against him, simply due to the fact that he was armed with a shotgun. She still took her normal routes back home however, dodging merc checkpoints and moving down alleys. It was when she had to move down a maintenance shaft that she hesitated, and he finally struck. She didn’t realize how close he really was until he grabbed her wrist and threw her to the ground. He screamed a few slurs at her that didn’t get picked up by her translator before she was face to face with the business end of a A-12 Raider. Before the batarian could fire, his shields flare up as he stumbles to the side.


As she goes to look towards the source of the shot, a Quarian tackles the Batarian. The Quarian would swing a hard right hook into the face of the Batarian, but the blow from the Batarian was obviously much more powerful as he knocked the Quarian onto the ground. Suu’Ci stood on her feet as the Batarian had hopped on top of the Quarian, now considering to escape the scene as the two were occupied with each other. Although she didn’t know the other pilgrim, part of her would’ve felt guilty if she were to leave him at the mercy of the ruthless Batarian. That’s when she saw the Raider laying against the ground. A bit of hesitation came from her initially, but as she took notice of the several different blows that mercenary was delivering to the fellow pilgrim, impulse took over. She grabbed the shotgun off the ground and jabbed the barrel into the side of the Batarian’s head, soon squeezing the trigger.

Suu’Ci had never shot a person before. She has been shot at before, but never shot back (primarily because she never had a gun to begin with). She knew guns were loud, but she wasn’t expecting it to deafen her. The ringing in her ears, along with the mass of tissue and grey matter flying across the alley stunned Suu’Ci harder than anything else did in her life. She stood there shaking as the Raider dropped out of her hands, watching as the scattered remains of the batarian splattered against the wall. The body that once held the head didn’t even move from where it sat; that is until the other pilgrim had pushed the body away. In his attempt to talk to her, she could see the light on his helmet blinking, but she couldn’t hear anything he said. Even the snapping of his fingers were silent, and it happened in front of her visor. The Quarian shook his head as he went to grab the two weapons, soon grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from the scene.


Despite being able to get Suu’Ci to climb the ladder into his place, she collapsed onto the couch once inside, incapacitated simply by the scene of the exploding head repeating over and over again in her mind. The other Quarian just simply squatted down in front of the couch, remaining next to her until she could finally regain her thoughts. The Quarian took this time to introduce himself; his name was Bryn’Dargo nar Tokar, a pilgrim much like herself. Suu’Ci was almost surprised when he asked if she came to Omega because of it’s limitless potential, but he explained to her that he had also fell for the same trap. The difference between the two was that he started out with a Predator, instead of just walking in blind. The two sat there for a few hours talking away, exchanging stories about their pilgrimage and even reminiscing about times back in the Fleet (Suu’Ci was surprised that she was missing the Fleet at all, but there is no place like home). Turns out Bryn’s been out here longer than she has; he’s been stuck on pilgrimage for a year now. He was better off than she was, but he decided to stay on the station to help with any other Quarians that were down on their luck. She was the third person he had helped so far, and he was going to help her further.


For the next three months, the two had worked together on both income and weapons training. Bryn’Dargo may have just been a Marine Cadet back in the fleet, but he knew enough about proper weapon handling and recoil control to teach her a thing or two. Four months into all of this, Suu’Ci had a decent understanding on pistols, rifles, and shotguns. They had even bought her an M-3 Predator for herself with the ten thousand credits they had amassed. Despite the fact that she was decently armed with an AT-12 Raider and now an M-3 Predator, she didn’t want to stay on this dangerous station anymore. She believed she overstayed her welcome here (if she ever felt welcomed at all), and Bryn couldn’t blame her. They split the money half and half, leaving her about five thousand credits for a ride out of the station. She only knew of one other place to go; the Citadel, where she had thought initially where it was gonna be worst than Omega. She was reluctant to pay the three thousand dollar fee to travel there, but she didn’t want to stay here any longer. She paid the fee and jumped on board, hoping not only to never come back to Omega again, but that her friend can complete his pilgrimage as well.


After she boarded the ship to the Citadel, Omega was invaded and annexed by Cerberus. She had dodged a bullet there, but at the same time, during the initial start of the Reaper invasion, she would never get the message from the Migrant Fleet about the Pilgrim recall. When she got to the Citadel, she was surprised to see that there had been a transfer of fifteen thousand to her from the fleet; she guessed that they knew about her financial situation.


Much to her surprise, she got through customs rather quickly than what she would’ve thought. She had to give up her weapons, but they weren’t exactly lost to her; C-Sec explained that when she leaves the Citadel, she would get them back. She was rather happy with the fact that she breezed through customs, initially unaware of the galaxy descending into chaos around her. She was a little suspicious when a little fib even landed her a job as a pharmacist, but at the same time she was glad for a better job than just selling junk. It took her a full week to realize what was going on, taking note of the Reaper invasions happening on both Palaven and Earth. She felt a little sad for the two homeworlds for the humans and Turians, but she really didn’t care. She got herself a nice job, a nice apartment, and soon? Her own dextro herbs and chemicals to tinker with.


Most of her experiments on her off-time were harmless, usually grounding up a few herbs and mixing in something random to see what happens. The more money she obtained from her job, the more hazardous chemicals she could buy for herself. Pretty soon, she had turned the living room of her apartment into a small, personal lab. She had decorative plants of all homeworlds in and around her apartment, making her home feel more of a natural area to her. She was actually content with the fact that her living room was essentially a jungle lab. One of her experiments that she had tried was to see if she could remove one of the gloves of her evosuit and see if she can mimic what her Ancestors may have done about three hundred years ago. She took the necessary precautions, consuming immuno-boosters and even making her own herbal supplements, but it still didn’t stop her from catching a nasty sinus infection that persisted for a week. She was sad that she got herself sick over a failed experiment, but she continued on with her life.


She even made a few friends as well on the Citadel. One of her co-workers, a human female by the name of Janet, introduced her to a human music genre called “Gothic Jazz.” This genre instantly became Suu’Ci’s favorite type of music, much better than modern club music and the pop songs she grew up with. She probably spent about two hundred credits in simply Gothic Jazz songs during her time at the Citadel. Another friend of hers, a Turian by the name of Tertitus Accipiter, showed her around an unfamiliar park one day. He had told her that this place was a skating park, and when she inquired further about it, she was met with a wooden board that had four wheels on the bottom. He just simply gave it to her and said “had fun.” Initially, she fell off the skateboard a few times, but after two weeks of trial and error, she found herself roaming the streets of the Citadel on a skateboard she had bought. It not only got her to places quicker, but it was entertaining. She would’ve forgotten about the entire Reaper invasion happening outside of the Citadel, and still wouldn’t know anything at all about the Migrant Fleet engaging the Geth.


Of course, as time went on, the Reaper invasion would be the only thing she ever heard about; at work, on the news, and in the streets. The weight of the situation was starting to get to Suu’Ci a bit, so she reacted by usually drowning it all out in her work at home. She couldn’t help but to feel that she may never complete her Pilgrimage at this rate, if the Reapers got to the Migrant Fleet first. She attempted sending out a message to her parents back home, asking about how things were in the Fleet and just to simply tell them that she misses them both. She did this while she was in the process of one of her experiments as well. Before she could even finish and send the message, her elbow tapped one of the vials, tipping it over into the chemical mixture directly. She didn’t even have time to react before the lab exploded, the blast wave slamming her through the window and out onto the street. Thankfully she lived on the first floor of the apartment complex, but the explosion had left multiple punctures on her arms and torso. She had never been more thankful than she was now that Quarian evosuits came with antibiotic autoinjectors built in, but she was still rushed to the hospital either way.


Despite the hospitals being overfilled with both soldiers and refugees, Suu’Ci was able to get treated for her situation rather quickly instead of waiting in triage to die of an infection. She wasn’t only just a working citizen of the Citadel, but was also in such a critical condition that no treatment would’ve resulted in death for her. Unfortunately for her, she was still rather ill and had to stay within the hospital, hooked up to an IV for almost an entire month. She didn’t die, but she sure felt like death the entire stay. At least she was given little dosages of painkillers occasionally, but other than that it was a rather unpleasant experience. Near the end of the month, Suu’Ci would’ve gotten two items around the end of her hospital visit; Tertitus would’ve gotten her another skateboard to replace the one she lost in the explosion, and one of the doctors would’ve handed her a random note that was for her. On the note, it would’ve had her name on it, the corporate title of “New Eden,” and a set of coordinates as a rendezvous point. When she left the hospital, instead of going to either her house or her work, she curiously went to where the coordinates pointed her. She would be lead to a secluded docking bay, met by two armed strangers who gave her a choice: join New Eden and become a ship pharmacist, or be stuck here with no job or home to go back to, treated as one of the refugees in the other overcrowded docking bays. Suu’Ci was pretty sure she still had her job, but they explained that she had just “sent in her letter of resignation” to where she worked at a week ago, and her house was also a crime scene. C-Sec was investigating if there was any foul play involved or intention of making explosive devices, and their prison rules have gotten a little strict ever since the invasion. With nowhere to go, she was forced to accept this offer and boarded the shuttle, her weapons and skateboard in tow, once again forced to leave another home behind.


However, unlike her last trip from Omega to the Citadel, the pilots of this vessel would suddenly get a few new, odd messages about a change of hands in employment. Since they no longer worked for New Eden and now worked for the Luna Corporation, they didn’t exactly know where to go. It wasn’t until another day in flight that they got the response to proceed to the last intended destination. Suu’Ci would have to wait for a week in flight before she was finally able to arrive to her new home, the Lexington...


What is your characters goal aboard the ship? Why were they hired by New Eden? :

Hired due to the lack of a pharmacist and the lack of medical personnel in general, Suu’Ci’s goals aren’t particularly aspirational. She isn’t a picky employee, as long as she has a steady paycheck and a comfortable home, she’s content. Of course, she seeks to bring something of worth back to the fleet, as all pilgrims do, but this is a bit of an afterthought to her. After all she’s gone through, she’s content having a steady life.
 
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Ah this is a short applic- Opens Backstory.

I cummed a +Support.
 

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Bruh can a quarian even handle an AT12?

The actual canon basis for a Quarian's strength really varies, sometimes they're painted as super duper strong, sometimes they're super scrawny little tikes, I just went for mostly human. I suppose if it's too much of a pain I can change it, it really isn't super duper important to the character.
 

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The actual canon basis for a Quarian's strength really varies, sometimes they're painted as super duper strong, sometimes they're super scrawny little tikes, I just went for mostly human. I suppose if it's too much of a pain I can change it, it really isn't super duper important to the character.
Just a thought considering the AT12 is a turian shotgun to my knowledge of the mass effect series.
 

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Thanks I knew I had something wrong it’s also late night lmaaooo
Hey, Commander:

Ever try out the AT-12 Raider? It's a shotgun. Hell of a kick. Can punch a hole through almost anything. Some contacts I made on Omega a few months back are shipping a crate out to the Normandy. My treat.

James
 

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It's got a kick, but if a human can use it, anyone can use it, really.

Besides, some people are running around with Black Widows anyways.
 

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Really people are running around with Black Widows?
 

Kai

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Really people are running around with Black Widows?

Damien is running around with a krogan Claymore Hey what can I say? Edge.
 

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Accepted but the AT - 12 as far as my knowledge goes is currently broken, please speak to myself or another admin about a replacement.
 
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