Post by Quatrich on Jun 7, 2010 16:49:46 GMT -5
Name: Quatrich Perfetta
Nickname: Captain and Skipper by his crewmates; Q and Sparrow by affiliated criminals and Citadel space authorities.
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Personality: Quatrich is known as a cocky, stubborn and sometimes a reckless individual. But also smart and resourceful. His skills allow him to infiltrate the most fortified of installations or hi-jack an Alliance frigate with ease. He often gets himself into impossible situations only to be bailed out by his crew or he simply gets lucky. Sometimes, he's even able to get out of it himself.
Also, he is a witty, silver-tongued son of a bitch. If he isn't out plundering research facilities or Alliance and Turian ships, he's been known to socialize with women at clubs and bars where they are plentifull. The one thing he loves more than women are credits. And the thing he loves most of all, are ships. He's a total ship-junkie. Hoping to get his fix of new parts whenever he plunders. And can't help but look a ship from stern to bow.
Physical Appearance:
s4.photobucket.com/albums/y147/red_fightr_ken/?action=view¤t=Thane_Krios_by_Damrick.jpg
Weapons/Equipment:
[/i]Heavy Pistol
Submachine Gun
Shotgun
Light Armor with a mass effect shield generator and a kinetic exoskeleton that enhances it's shields capabilities and enhances his physical and athletic abilities.
Class: Engineer
-Powers
Overload
[li]Combat Drone
AI Hacking[/u]
Allegiance: None
Rank: None
Home Planet: Illium
History:
Vandal, low-life, criminal. Only a few of the many words the people of Illium use to describe little Quatrich. The days are lonely as Quatrich fends for himself in the dark and dirty streets of Illium. He scurries on the floor, searching for anything that would help him survive another day. Often finding food, clothes, and on lucky days, credit chits. The people know him well; a thief with no value. They simply ignore him as he moves about the busy crowds. Or pass by him as he sits on a corner, watching the families and healthy residents make their way to their cozy homes. He was lucky if he wasn't sick the next day.
The nights on Illium, are simply nightmares in the the small, green lizard boy. Especially for one who didn't know his parents or origin. One day he might spot a murder from his dark alley-way den, while another day he witnesses a rape. He could simply turn away but he doesn't. He watches, helplessly as the man is shot in the chest repeatedly. Bang. Bang. Bang. The gun is silent after a few shots, it's thermal clips discharging as the victim drops to the floor. He watches as the human male falls in slow-motion in his eyes. His eyes catch every inch as the man falls in a pool of his own blood. He watches every drop of blood as his body splashes the puddle. The head turns to Quatrich. Quatrich's eyes open wide as the victim's eyes are seen shifting. His last vision was of the boy turning and running into the darkness.
The next night he witnesses a rape. An Asari, barely in her matron stage-barely an adult by human standards, is assaulted by a taller, stronger Turian male. She screams but her breath is wasted on the Turian's hand clenching over her mouth. Quatrich looks on from a small vent, a mere few feet above them. He looks on with an indifferent expression, unsure of what he should be feeling. The Turian pinned the Asari to the ground and undressed her. Her blue body laid naked on the filthy floor. Quatrich looked on, intrigued by the female's body. He felt compelled to look on in arousal.
The Turian spread her legs and began to pound away. With every thrust her body would slide up. She would cry and scream but her screams were muffled by the Turian's hands. No one would hear her, except Quatrich. No one could help her, except Quatrich. The Asari shifted her gaze desperately looking for anyone and spotted the green boy atop the vent. She bobbed her head and her muffled screams became louder. She was clearly begging for help. But Quatrich merely froze as she looked at him. His eyes would not move from hers as hard as he tried. After a while of pain, the virgin Asari lost the will to fight and merely kept her clear eyes on Quatrich while the Turian had his way with her. With one last thrust the Turian released into her. He stood afterward and simply walked away. The Asari kept her gaze on Quatrich, tears flooding her face. But Quatrich remained solid. He finally turned and crawled away. The Asari remained there. No one was witness to her horrid experience, except Quatrich...
The days and nights on Illium are hell for a rat. By day, scrounging for food and by night finding the best place to hide from thugs and murderers. And that is what Quatrich was. A rat. As this rat grew he began to develop certain skills that would help him survive in these sewers. Information was the strongest weapon in this or any universe. And he had plenty of it. He was hired by the mercenary group of thugs known as the Thresher Bloods, led by a man called Bane, to keep an eye on the things that go on in Illium. This kept them ahead of everyone else on Illium. Including the authorities. He was taken in by the human leader known as Bane.
Eventually, they recruited him into their ranks. Taking advantage of his developed hacking and engineering skills. He gave them the edge they needed. But he would grow tired and regretful of the things his help would allow them to do. He stole the group's most valuable ship and escaped their grasp, renaming it, Grim Freedom. He would travel from world to world, meeting new people and acquiring a new view on the world. Not all of it was like Illium. It was in Omega that he met a family of a Drell husband and human wife. They grew fond of him and even began calling him son. Even giving him their last name. Even though it wasn't official. By working for Aria, the self-proclaimed ruler of Afterlife, his family would be kept safe and cared for. His job was to feed her information on anything that might interest her. This also kept the Thresher Bloods in check. As long as he was in Omega, they wouldn't attempt to cross Aria.
His life is a nomadic one. Upon his travels he picked up a Turian ally who served in the Turian Empire. Syx was his name. Together, they go from place to place, plundering ships and making a living as hired muscle. Whatever allows them to survive.
RP Sample: Don't think that's necessary.
Nickname: Captain and Skipper by his crewmates; Q and Sparrow by affiliated criminals and Citadel space authorities.
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Personality: Quatrich is known as a cocky, stubborn and sometimes a reckless individual. But also smart and resourceful. His skills allow him to infiltrate the most fortified of installations or hi-jack an Alliance frigate with ease. He often gets himself into impossible situations only to be bailed out by his crew or he simply gets lucky. Sometimes, he's even able to get out of it himself.
Also, he is a witty, silver-tongued son of a bitch. If he isn't out plundering research facilities or Alliance and Turian ships, he's been known to socialize with women at clubs and bars where they are plentifull. The one thing he loves more than women are credits. And the thing he loves most of all, are ships. He's a total ship-junkie. Hoping to get his fix of new parts whenever he plunders. And can't help but look a ship from stern to bow.
Physical Appearance:
s4.photobucket.com/albums/y147/red_fightr_ken/?action=view¤t=Thane_Krios_by_Damrick.jpg
Weapons/Equipment:
[/i]Heavy Pistol
Submachine Gun
Shotgun
Light Armor with a mass effect shield generator and a kinetic exoskeleton that enhances it's shields capabilities and enhances his physical and athletic abilities.
Class: Engineer
-Powers
Overload
[li]Combat Drone
AI Hacking[/u]
Allegiance: None
Rank: None
Home Planet: Illium
History:
Vandal, low-life, criminal. Only a few of the many words the people of Illium use to describe little Quatrich. The days are lonely as Quatrich fends for himself in the dark and dirty streets of Illium. He scurries on the floor, searching for anything that would help him survive another day. Often finding food, clothes, and on lucky days, credit chits. The people know him well; a thief with no value. They simply ignore him as he moves about the busy crowds. Or pass by him as he sits on a corner, watching the families and healthy residents make their way to their cozy homes. He was lucky if he wasn't sick the next day.
The nights on Illium, are simply nightmares in the the small, green lizard boy. Especially for one who didn't know his parents or origin. One day he might spot a murder from his dark alley-way den, while another day he witnesses a rape. He could simply turn away but he doesn't. He watches, helplessly as the man is shot in the chest repeatedly. Bang. Bang. Bang. The gun is silent after a few shots, it's thermal clips discharging as the victim drops to the floor. He watches as the human male falls in slow-motion in his eyes. His eyes catch every inch as the man falls in a pool of his own blood. He watches every drop of blood as his body splashes the puddle. The head turns to Quatrich. Quatrich's eyes open wide as the victim's eyes are seen shifting. His last vision was of the boy turning and running into the darkness.
The next night he witnesses a rape. An Asari, barely in her matron stage-barely an adult by human standards, is assaulted by a taller, stronger Turian male. She screams but her breath is wasted on the Turian's hand clenching over her mouth. Quatrich looks on from a small vent, a mere few feet above them. He looks on with an indifferent expression, unsure of what he should be feeling. The Turian pinned the Asari to the ground and undressed her. Her blue body laid naked on the filthy floor. Quatrich looked on, intrigued by the female's body. He felt compelled to look on in arousal.
The Turian spread her legs and began to pound away. With every thrust her body would slide up. She would cry and scream but her screams were muffled by the Turian's hands. No one would hear her, except Quatrich. No one could help her, except Quatrich. The Asari shifted her gaze desperately looking for anyone and spotted the green boy atop the vent. She bobbed her head and her muffled screams became louder. She was clearly begging for help. But Quatrich merely froze as she looked at him. His eyes would not move from hers as hard as he tried. After a while of pain, the virgin Asari lost the will to fight and merely kept her clear eyes on Quatrich while the Turian had his way with her. With one last thrust the Turian released into her. He stood afterward and simply walked away. The Asari kept her gaze on Quatrich, tears flooding her face. But Quatrich remained solid. He finally turned and crawled away. The Asari remained there. No one was witness to her horrid experience, except Quatrich...
The days and nights on Illium are hell for a rat. By day, scrounging for food and by night finding the best place to hide from thugs and murderers. And that is what Quatrich was. A rat. As this rat grew he began to develop certain skills that would help him survive in these sewers. Information was the strongest weapon in this or any universe. And he had plenty of it. He was hired by the mercenary group of thugs known as the Thresher Bloods, led by a man called Bane, to keep an eye on the things that go on in Illium. This kept them ahead of everyone else on Illium. Including the authorities. He was taken in by the human leader known as Bane.
Eventually, they recruited him into their ranks. Taking advantage of his developed hacking and engineering skills. He gave them the edge they needed. But he would grow tired and regretful of the things his help would allow them to do. He stole the group's most valuable ship and escaped their grasp, renaming it, Grim Freedom. He would travel from world to world, meeting new people and acquiring a new view on the world. Not all of it was like Illium. It was in Omega that he met a family of a Drell husband and human wife. They grew fond of him and even began calling him son. Even giving him their last name. Even though it wasn't official. By working for Aria, the self-proclaimed ruler of Afterlife, his family would be kept safe and cared for. His job was to feed her information on anything that might interest her. This also kept the Thresher Bloods in check. As long as he was in Omega, they wouldn't attempt to cross Aria.
His life is a nomadic one. Upon his travels he picked up a Turian ally who served in the Turian Empire. Syx was his name. Together, they go from place to place, plundering ships and making a living as hired muscle. Whatever allows them to survive.
RP Sample: Don't think that's necessary.
