Joffrey
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Steam Name:
Joffrey
http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198061349905
How long have you played on the server?:
A couple of days.
Characters Name:
Caivus Treniculus
Characters Race:
Turian
Requested position aboard the ship:
Despite the fact this isn't a position listed on the forum post, I'd like Caivus to occupy the role of a Quartermaster - a crew member who is usually stationed in the Armory, cataloguing weapons and armour and performing minor repairs on and restocking the crew's weaponry. If this position requires this character to be placed within the Engineering branch, I do not mind that.
Should this position be rejected, I'd like to simply opt for 'Muscle' - ground team.
Specific Gear/Abilities:
An omni-tool (with weapon diagnostic software should this character be granted the role of Quartermaster), basic weaponry (or turian weaponry, if they aren't donator items; e.g. Phaeston) and a crate of intraosseous autoinjectors filled with a specially developed combination of MediGel and adrenaline (to serve as a passive roleplay item for the character's leg injury).
As for abilities, I believe Level 2 CQC and Level 2 Tech would be suitable - given the character's military training and his training in weapons technology.
Characters Alignment:
Paragon, whenever possible.
Characters Backstory:
((Disclaimer; I do not intend for this segment to reveal every single detail about this character's backstory. The use of asterisks (*) to separate sections serves two fold; to not disrupt the flow of storytelling by ensuring readers are aware that there has been a change in scenery, and to exists as 'gaps' in the story-line which can be discovered through IC means on the server itself.))
The turian, though young at the tender age of fourteen, was close to nearing the age at which it is custom to devote himself to public servitude. As with all Treniculus children (and most other turian offspring), it was expected that Caivus join up with a legion and undergo military training; he was ''destined to bring honour to the family'', as his father would have said. His 'adoptive uncle' (who was really no more than a family friend), a volus merchant named Vin Granor, tried to convince Caivus to assist him as a merchant when he was but a child, but his father grew furious and deemed such a notion ''toxic to the integrity of this family's reputation''. As such, the other side of Caivus' father was revealed to him at a young age - 'reputation before desire'. This mantra clouded the family, who were always careful to ensure their actions maintained the Treniculus sense of honour and duty. Should a family member betray or damage this reputation, they run the risk of exile; a harsh, but acceptable fate in the eyes of the society of turian's in Cipritine. Had Caivus' mother and father been of a lower social standing, this practice may have been looked upon with much disgust by the other families.
''My brother, though young and perhaps foolhardy, is a Treniculus'', Plavius spoke with a refined militaristic tone, as though everything he said was spoken to a superior officer, ''a proud family of soldiers from the heart of Palaven - this wondrous city, Cipritine. I have been absent for much of my younger sibling's upbringing, but he shares my mother; if that woman can raise a boy who almost died at birth -- a biological weakling -- to a respected leader of the 88th's finest soldiers, then she sure as hell can raise Caivus to be a General, or maybe even a Primarch someday.'' The crowd raised it's glasses of liquor in the air as Plavius spoke, a toast to both his speech and his mother, filled with laughter and cheers. ''Whilst I could sing the praises of my mother for decades, we are here to celebrate Caivus on this symbolic day. Today, my brother, you choose your path in life - you choose how you will serve Palaven. It is custom that children of this house join the dozens of other Treniculus in militaristic servitude; to fight and even die for the well-being of turians everywhere if need be. Indeed, this path is in our blood, and we are bound by duty and fate to follow it.''
Caivus, a anxious young child, stood as the crowd fell silent. Plavius stopped his speech, eagerly awaiting his younger brother's response, and the rest of the crowd joined him - smiles upon their faces as they waited for Caivus to speak. His mind froze, and timed seemed to slow; this moment determined whether he would make his family proud, or whether he face the same fate as his sister - exile for ''straying from right path''. Like his sister, Caivus craved to see the galaxy and explore all of it's exotic and outright strange inhabitants, but did not seek to do so with a rifle in and blood on his hands. Yet, he could not betray his family like she did, as her exile near broke his mother to the point that even her name brings tears.
Caivus stood up from his seat, a glass in his hand as he spoke. His voice, though not yet as deep or awe-inspiring as his brother or father, echoed across the courtyard; ''Then I will follow the path that the spirits of our ancestors ask of me. Today I devote myself to the common good of every turian man and woman; today, I learn how to fight for our homeworld, in the hopes that I can stop those who would seek to harm it.'' The crowd cheered and drinking began, yet Caivus sat down with a sunken heart; knowing he had made the right decision had not quelled the feeling that he had just submitted himself to a lifetime of latent military service, with no opportunity to see the world without the lens of combat looming over it.
''You are here because you wish to serve Palaven and the Turian Hierarchy. You have decided that the needs of yourself are of far lesser important than the needs of your fellow turian. Only through selflessness and sacrifice can our species endure and hold it's rightful place as the galaxy's finest military, and you understand that selflessness and sacrifice is what is expected of you.'' The drill instructor, a seasoned veteran of the 26th Armiger legion, spoke strong and confidently to Caivus and the other recruits in his class. He paced back and forth in front of the twenty-man line, a metallic thud emitting with every step due to his thick plated armour. ''I am here to ensure that your actions speak louder than your words. You will do everything exactly as I say it, when I say it, without question. Do I make myself clear?''
The class responded with a resounding ''Yes, sir!''.
Caivus spent the next months and weeks training to become a member of the 77th Cipritine Legion. A variety of drill instructors taught him and his class numerous combat skills; fire and manoeuvre, tactical reloads, withdraw and fire, flanking and many other vital battlefield tactics. After displaying a high level of aptitude and intelligence, Caivus and a few other turians in his class were selected to have specialised roles within the legion, all revolving around advanced weaponry usage, maintenance and repair. His assigned position was simple; if the weapons need fixing, fix them. They were taught the common internal layout of many turian weapons, alongside that of weapons widely used in the galaxy, and how to fix them should they be suspect to damage or internal malfunction. This entry level knowledge of computers and weaponry serves as an ideal platform to launch Caivus into an engineer-related field, should the opportunity ever arise.
Caivus and the younger turian Mareus darted across the battlefield, moving from cover to cover to avoid the fire from the insurrectionists. The strike team was outnumbered, but its leader Tiberus had a plan. Whilst Tiberus and the other strike team members pushed up and boxed the enemy into an alleyway, Caivus and Mareus would approach from behind, trapping the force and exposing them to a crossfire situation. With the plan in motion, Caivus and Mareus traversed the area behind the factory complex, moving into position. As the gunfire began to become more sparse, the enemy started to withdraw into the alleyway, just as planned. Tiberus and the rest of the strike team moved up, giving Caivus the signal over the radio to execute the flanking manoeuvre. In a matter of seconds the hostile forces were cut to shreds by Phaeston crossfire, and the strike team proceedings to the bomb location.
The seven man team pushed its way through a large factory, proceeding into the basement. The bomb, whilst only containing a small payload, was armed next to a fusion generator - if it detonated, the whole factory and the area around it would be reduced to ash and rubble within seconds. Viter, the team's demolition expert, moved down into the basement with Mareus, whilst the Caivus and the rest of the strike team held off more insurgent reinforcements. Minutes passed and Viter tried all he could to find a way to disarm the bomb, but there was no use - the bomb was rigged so hastily and carelessly, that even moving the wires or any other component could trigger a detonation. Indeed, it was a surprise that it hadn't detonated whilst the insurgents were arming it. With no other options, Tiberus tried to open a communications link with Legion command, but was shot after exposing himself from cover.
Caivus, now in command of a strike team with no way of completing their objective, was forced to make a difficult decision - do what he can to disarm the bomb and risk killing his squad, or allow the bomb to detonate and destroy vital infrastructure in the area. Not one to leave an objective unfinished, Caivus' sense of duty got the better of him, and he ordered Viter to disarm the bomb no matter the risk. Mareus initially protested this action, but Viter understood the necessity and assured him that Caivus was right.
Ordering the rest of the strike team to hold the line, Caivus was interrupted by Viter on the radio. ''Caivus, don't waste the lives of yourself and the rest of the men here. Get everyone else back to the shuttle. I'll do what I can to disarm the bomb, but if it detonates I don't want casualties on my conscious before I die.'' Reluctant at first, Caivus ordered his men to withdraw out of the blast zone towards the shuttle, but stayed to hold the line himself without Viter knowing. The inevitable happened, and the bomb couldn't be disarmed. Caivus attempted to flee the blast zone, but was caught out on the edge of it. He sustained body-wide damage, and severe injuries to his right leg that hampered his combat ability.
He awoke in a hospital the next day, surrounded by anxious medical staff who had a grim look upon their face. Caivus' father, who had long passed away, was treated at this very same hospital, and its staff didn't want to have the death of another Treniculus on their conscious. When he awoke, sighs of relief from doctors and smiles from relatives was all he saw. In the crowd, however, was his Captain - his face resolute as ever. After Caivus' family had left, the Captain stepped forward, handing Caivus his medical discharge papers before leaving without a word.
Caivus refused to sign the papers at first, determined to build up his leg strength despite the advice of doctors for bed rest. It took him several weeks before he was even able to walk, and even then he was in tremendous pain whenever he did. Though, he was not ready to give up, and even in the months that followed, he continued to refuse to sign the papers. However, the threat of legal action against him and his family should he not sign them surmounted and Caivus, not wanting to drag his family into his own personal conquests, signed the papers.
The turian, now aged fifty-two, left for the Citadel, seeking a new life.
What is your characters goal aboard the ship? Why were they hired by New Eden?:
After spending two decades with the 77th Cipritine Legion, Caivus was medically discharged after sustaining extensive injuries to his right leg, thus rendering him useless as a combatant in the eyes of his superior officers. He was offered a comfortable position training to become a tactician - servicemen who primarily operate in the safety of turian forward operating bases and command ships. However, his life as a soldier had hardened him and combat was all he desired. When his numerous requests to be reenlisted were declined, Caivus left Palaven to the Citadel where he would seek mercenary work. This is when a recruiter for New Eden found him, and offered him a position aboard the Prometheus which he gladly accepted, hoping to see combat once more. Expert doctors working for New Eden were unable to restore his leg to perfect condition, but a combination of daily injections and physically training granted Caivus full mobility out in the field.
((Please excuse any and all spelling errors. This took a fair amount of time to write and, despite being proofread, some errors may have slipped through the cracks.))
Joffrey
http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198061349905
How long have you played on the server?:
A couple of days.
Characters Name:
Caivus Treniculus
Characters Race:
Turian
Requested position aboard the ship:
Despite the fact this isn't a position listed on the forum post, I'd like Caivus to occupy the role of a Quartermaster - a crew member who is usually stationed in the Armory, cataloguing weapons and armour and performing minor repairs on and restocking the crew's weaponry. If this position requires this character to be placed within the Engineering branch, I do not mind that.
Should this position be rejected, I'd like to simply opt for 'Muscle' - ground team.
Specific Gear/Abilities:
An omni-tool (with weapon diagnostic software should this character be granted the role of Quartermaster), basic weaponry (or turian weaponry, if they aren't donator items; e.g. Phaeston) and a crate of intraosseous autoinjectors filled with a specially developed combination of MediGel and adrenaline (to serve as a passive roleplay item for the character's leg injury).
As for abilities, I believe Level 2 CQC and Level 2 Tech would be suitable - given the character's military training and his training in weapons technology.
Characters Alignment:
Paragon, whenever possible.
Characters Backstory:
((Disclaimer; I do not intend for this segment to reveal every single detail about this character's backstory. The use of asterisks (*) to separate sections serves two fold; to not disrupt the flow of storytelling by ensuring readers are aware that there has been a change in scenery, and to exists as 'gaps' in the story-line which can be discovered through IC means on the server itself.))
''Palaven; the seat of Turian might and supremacy in the Milky Way,'' his father used to say, ''an unquestionably defiant intergalactic power -- and home to your grandmother. I'm still not sure which one is scarier, Caivus.''
It was a dark and damp night in Cipritine, and the homeworld's sky dripped with sizzling rain. Outside, patrols of the unwavering civic police scoured the streets, enforcing law and order at a time thieves and murderers would deem opportune to strike. A gentle fire provided warmth from the centre of the living room, a large chimney pipe pumping the smoke out of the Treniculus family home. Caivus laid on the large leather couch, his eyes shut tight and his head resting upon his mother's lap as she hummed a soft tune. His father, an esteemed military soldier, had been comatosed for days now and the doctors at Gerevus Memorial had no inclination of when he would awake.
The turian, though young at the tender age of fourteen, was close to nearing the age at which it is custom to devote himself to public servitude. As with all Treniculus children (and most other turian offspring), it was expected that Caivus join up with a legion and undergo military training; he was ''destined to bring honour to the family'', as his father would have said. His 'adoptive uncle' (who was really no more than a family friend), a volus merchant named Vin Granor, tried to convince Caivus to assist him as a merchant when he was but a child, but his father grew furious and deemed such a notion ''toxic to the integrity of this family's reputation''. As such, the other side of Caivus' father was revealed to him at a young age - 'reputation before desire'. This mantra clouded the family, who were always careful to ensure their actions maintained the Treniculus sense of honour and duty. Should a family member betray or damage this reputation, they run the risk of exile; a harsh, but acceptable fate in the eyes of the society of turian's in Cipritine. Had Caivus' mother and father been of a lower social standing, this practice may have been looked upon with much disgust by the other families.
*****
Caivus had hoped that his fifteen birthday, his 'coming-of-age', would have been a relaxed and casual event, as opposed to the formality and militaristic proceedings that had occurred. His father, who was expected to perform a toast at the young adults birthday, was still suspended in a coma -- though, his condition was reportedly improving. In his absence, Caivus' older brother Plavius was granted leave by his legion to spearhead such an important event in the family's youngest member's life. Plavius had previously been deployed on Nanus, one of two of Palaven's satellites, in order to investigate criminal activity in the Aeni sector, though his superior deemed the situation to be safe enough to allow his senior-most Sergeant to leave.
''My brother, though young and perhaps foolhardy, is a Treniculus'', Plavius spoke with a refined militaristic tone, as though everything he said was spoken to a superior officer, ''a proud family of soldiers from the heart of Palaven - this wondrous city, Cipritine. I have been absent for much of my younger sibling's upbringing, but he shares my mother; if that woman can raise a boy who almost died at birth -- a biological weakling -- to a respected leader of the 88th's finest soldiers, then she sure as hell can raise Caivus to be a General, or maybe even a Primarch someday.'' The crowd raised it's glasses of liquor in the air as Plavius spoke, a toast to both his speech and his mother, filled with laughter and cheers. ''Whilst I could sing the praises of my mother for decades, we are here to celebrate Caivus on this symbolic day. Today, my brother, you choose your path in life - you choose how you will serve Palaven. It is custom that children of this house join the dozens of other Treniculus in militaristic servitude; to fight and even die for the well-being of turians everywhere if need be. Indeed, this path is in our blood, and we are bound by duty and fate to follow it.''
Caivus, a anxious young child, stood as the crowd fell silent. Plavius stopped his speech, eagerly awaiting his younger brother's response, and the rest of the crowd joined him - smiles upon their faces as they waited for Caivus to speak. His mind froze, and timed seemed to slow; this moment determined whether he would make his family proud, or whether he face the same fate as his sister - exile for ''straying from right path''. Like his sister, Caivus craved to see the galaxy and explore all of it's exotic and outright strange inhabitants, but did not seek to do so with a rifle in and blood on his hands. Yet, he could not betray his family like she did, as her exile near broke his mother to the point that even her name brings tears.
Caivus stood up from his seat, a glass in his hand as he spoke. His voice, though not yet as deep or awe-inspiring as his brother or father, echoed across the courtyard; ''Then I will follow the path that the spirits of our ancestors ask of me. Today I devote myself to the common good of every turian man and woman; today, I learn how to fight for our homeworld, in the hopes that I can stop those who would seek to harm it.'' The crowd cheered and drinking began, yet Caivus sat down with a sunken heart; knowing he had made the right decision had not quelled the feeling that he had just submitted himself to a lifetime of latent military service, with no opportunity to see the world without the lens of combat looming over it.
*****
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''You are here because you wish to serve Palaven and the Turian Hierarchy. You have decided that the needs of yourself are of far lesser important than the needs of your fellow turian. Only through selflessness and sacrifice can our species endure and hold it's rightful place as the galaxy's finest military, and you understand that selflessness and sacrifice is what is expected of you.'' The drill instructor, a seasoned veteran of the 26th Armiger legion, spoke strong and confidently to Caivus and the other recruits in his class. He paced back and forth in front of the twenty-man line, a metallic thud emitting with every step due to his thick plated armour. ''I am here to ensure that your actions speak louder than your words. You will do everything exactly as I say it, when I say it, without question. Do I make myself clear?''
The class responded with a resounding ''Yes, sir!''.
Caivus spent the next months and weeks training to become a member of the 77th Cipritine Legion. A variety of drill instructors taught him and his class numerous combat skills; fire and manoeuvre, tactical reloads, withdraw and fire, flanking and many other vital battlefield tactics. After displaying a high level of aptitude and intelligence, Caivus and a few other turians in his class were selected to have specialised roles within the legion, all revolving around advanced weaponry usage, maintenance and repair. His assigned position was simple; if the weapons need fixing, fix them. They were taught the common internal layout of many turian weapons, alongside that of weapons widely used in the galaxy, and how to fix them should they be suspect to damage or internal malfunction. This entry level knowledge of computers and weaponry serves as an ideal platform to launch Caivus into an engineer-related field, should the opportunity ever arise.
*****
''You will only see a Turian's back once he's dead.''
''Caivus, Mareus - get to the other side of that building!'' Gunfire raged on, shards of super-propelled filament whipping through the air around the small turian strike team. Caivus and six other men were assigned to investigate a potential bomb threat on Menae by a anti-Hierarchy group known as 'Palaven's Liberators'. The group sought to cause such internal sabotage that the Turian Hiearchy political system would crumple, ultimately seeking to turn turian society from a meritocracy into a dictatorship. It was composed of former would-be-Primarch Hertius Potacius, who desired to rule with an iron-fist, and his many underlings and loyal fighters. Despite it's name and promise of liberation from Primarch rule, it had little in the way of sympathisers, and thus had to consolidate it's support through fear, extortion and murder. One sector of Menae, an industrial factory area known as Faraen Bloc, was the group's target, and Caivus' final battleground. He had now served his legion for decades, and was unaware that fate was going to pull him away from his service.''You will only see a Turian's back once he's dead.''
Caivus and the younger turian Mareus darted across the battlefield, moving from cover to cover to avoid the fire from the insurrectionists. The strike team was outnumbered, but its leader Tiberus had a plan. Whilst Tiberus and the other strike team members pushed up and boxed the enemy into an alleyway, Caivus and Mareus would approach from behind, trapping the force and exposing them to a crossfire situation. With the plan in motion, Caivus and Mareus traversed the area behind the factory complex, moving into position. As the gunfire began to become more sparse, the enemy started to withdraw into the alleyway, just as planned. Tiberus and the rest of the strike team moved up, giving Caivus the signal over the radio to execute the flanking manoeuvre. In a matter of seconds the hostile forces were cut to shreds by Phaeston crossfire, and the strike team proceedings to the bomb location.
The seven man team pushed its way through a large factory, proceeding into the basement. The bomb, whilst only containing a small payload, was armed next to a fusion generator - if it detonated, the whole factory and the area around it would be reduced to ash and rubble within seconds. Viter, the team's demolition expert, moved down into the basement with Mareus, whilst the Caivus and the rest of the strike team held off more insurgent reinforcements. Minutes passed and Viter tried all he could to find a way to disarm the bomb, but there was no use - the bomb was rigged so hastily and carelessly, that even moving the wires or any other component could trigger a detonation. Indeed, it was a surprise that it hadn't detonated whilst the insurgents were arming it. With no other options, Tiberus tried to open a communications link with Legion command, but was shot after exposing himself from cover.
Caivus, now in command of a strike team with no way of completing their objective, was forced to make a difficult decision - do what he can to disarm the bomb and risk killing his squad, or allow the bomb to detonate and destroy vital infrastructure in the area. Not one to leave an objective unfinished, Caivus' sense of duty got the better of him, and he ordered Viter to disarm the bomb no matter the risk. Mareus initially protested this action, but Viter understood the necessity and assured him that Caivus was right.
Ordering the rest of the strike team to hold the line, Caivus was interrupted by Viter on the radio. ''Caivus, don't waste the lives of yourself and the rest of the men here. Get everyone else back to the shuttle. I'll do what I can to disarm the bomb, but if it detonates I don't want casualties on my conscious before I die.'' Reluctant at first, Caivus ordered his men to withdraw out of the blast zone towards the shuttle, but stayed to hold the line himself without Viter knowing. The inevitable happened, and the bomb couldn't be disarmed. Caivus attempted to flee the blast zone, but was caught out on the edge of it. He sustained body-wide damage, and severe injuries to his right leg that hampered his combat ability.
He awoke in a hospital the next day, surrounded by anxious medical staff who had a grim look upon their face. Caivus' father, who had long passed away, was treated at this very same hospital, and its staff didn't want to have the death of another Treniculus on their conscious. When he awoke, sighs of relief from doctors and smiles from relatives was all he saw. In the crowd, however, was his Captain - his face resolute as ever. After Caivus' family had left, the Captain stepped forward, handing Caivus his medical discharge papers before leaving without a word.
Caivus refused to sign the papers at first, determined to build up his leg strength despite the advice of doctors for bed rest. It took him several weeks before he was even able to walk, and even then he was in tremendous pain whenever he did. Though, he was not ready to give up, and even in the months that followed, he continued to refuse to sign the papers. However, the threat of legal action against him and his family should he not sign them surmounted and Caivus, not wanting to drag his family into his own personal conquests, signed the papers.
The turian, now aged fifty-two, left for the Citadel, seeking a new life.
What is your characters goal aboard the ship? Why were they hired by New Eden?:
After spending two decades with the 77th Cipritine Legion, Caivus was medically discharged after sustaining extensive injuries to his right leg, thus rendering him useless as a combatant in the eyes of his superior officers. He was offered a comfortable position training to become a tactician - servicemen who primarily operate in the safety of turian forward operating bases and command ships. However, his life as a soldier had hardened him and combat was all he desired. When his numerous requests to be reenlisted were declined, Caivus left Palaven to the Citadel where he would seek mercenary work. This is when a recruiter for New Eden found him, and offered him a position aboard the Prometheus which he gladly accepted, hoping to see combat once more. Expert doctors working for New Eden were unable to restore his leg to perfect condition, but a combination of daily injections and physically training granted Caivus full mobility out in the field.
((Please excuse any and all spelling errors. This took a fair amount of time to write and, despite being proofread, some errors may have slipped through the cracks.))
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