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Hollowed
- Joined
- Jul 30, 2017
- Messages
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- Age
- 25
Steam Name/Steam ID : onyex
How long have you played on the server?: Two weeks(?)
Characters name/nicknames: iracan
Characters Race((Be aware Quarian, and Turian are application only, and must have a detailed backstory in order for the character to be accepted.)) : Turian
Specific Gear, and/or abilities((Biotic abilities, Implants, and biotic abilities are application ONLY)) : Omni tool
Characters Backstory((The longer, and more detailed the backstory, the most likely you will be accepted.)) : Iracan was born on the colony, Bostra, in 2121. When he was very young, around the age of six, he lost both of his parents during a home invasion. Another turian had broken into their home, killed them in their sleep, and stole whatever credits they could scavenge before leaving; never to be caught. This event nearly broke Iracan mentally, the loss of his parents overwhelmed him, and stuck with him throughout his childhood. Luckily, by the age of his conscription at fifteen, he had decided that he'd try to make them proud of him. Infact, he excelled during his basic training, earning him an immediate promotion upon completeion of his training. Soon after he graduated from the academy, the First Contact War happened; resulting in his first deployment with the hierarchy. He was deployed to Shanxi; sent in via drop ship. The entire way to the surface, the ship's intercom belted out propaganda on how 'you're doing your part for the greater good' and the likes, ending with the Turian anthem 'Die for the cause'; which nearly every soldier aboard the drop ship sang along to. As if the timing of the anthem had been planned, as soon as the door to his drop ship opened to a hail of gun fire, the anthem ended on a cue. Instead of the anthem filling his hearing, it was replaced by the sounds of war. Screaming, explosions going off around him, the sounds of comrades being ripped to shreds by hostile fire; a true example of 'war is hell' if there ever was one. The sound of the battle war accompanied by his own breathing through his helmet as he ran for cover, taking pot shots now and again through the sand as it endlessly kicked up around him. He fought the rest of the war until its end, luckily coming out unscathed by the battle. After he retired from the hierarchy, Iracan took on the mercenary business, eventually signing on to the crew of The Prometheus in 2186 at the ripe old age of sixty-five.
How long have you played on the server?: Two weeks(?)
Characters name/nicknames: iracan
Characters Race((Be aware Quarian, and Turian are application only, and must have a detailed backstory in order for the character to be accepted.)) : Turian
Specific Gear, and/or abilities((Biotic abilities, Implants, and biotic abilities are application ONLY)) : Omni tool
Characters Backstory((The longer, and more detailed the backstory, the most likely you will be accepted.)) : Iracan was born on the colony, Bostra, in 2121. When he was very young, around the age of six, he lost both of his parents during a home invasion. Another turian had broken into their home, killed them in their sleep, and stole whatever credits they could scavenge before leaving; never to be caught. This event nearly broke Iracan mentally, the loss of his parents overwhelmed him, and stuck with him throughout his childhood. Luckily, by the age of his conscription at fifteen, he had decided that he'd try to make them proud of him. Infact, he excelled during his basic training, earning him an immediate promotion upon completeion of his training. Soon after he graduated from the academy, the First Contact War happened; resulting in his first deployment with the hierarchy. He was deployed to Shanxi; sent in via drop ship. The entire way to the surface, the ship's intercom belted out propaganda on how 'you're doing your part for the greater good' and the likes, ending with the Turian anthem 'Die for the cause'; which nearly every soldier aboard the drop ship sang along to. As if the timing of the anthem had been planned, as soon as the door to his drop ship opened to a hail of gun fire, the anthem ended on a cue. Instead of the anthem filling his hearing, it was replaced by the sounds of war. Screaming, explosions going off around him, the sounds of comrades being ripped to shreds by hostile fire; a true example of 'war is hell' if there ever was one. The sound of the battle war accompanied by his own breathing through his helmet as he ran for cover, taking pot shots now and again through the sand as it endlessly kicked up around him. He fought the rest of the war until its end, luckily coming out unscathed by the battle. After he retired from the hierarchy, Iracan took on the mercenary business, eventually signing on to the crew of The Prometheus in 2186 at the ripe old age of sixty-five.
