Name: Valentin Niktovich Volkov
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Species: Drell
Description: Tall, wiry, and green. Extensive burn scars up the left side of his torso and face (eyes intact). Looks like he would have been very handsome before the scarring. Wears a button-up shirt, waistcoat and jeans.
Weapons: Heavily modified & personalised sniper rifle, named 'Kostya'. Throwing knives.
Abilities:*see below
History: Valentin doesn't know the circumstances of his birth, or who his real parents are - all he knows is that he was dropped on the doorstep of a Moskovian couple who had recently moved to the Citadel and he was raised by them. This resulted in him being raised in a human culture, meaning that he has no strong connection to the drell or drell identity - for example, he is not religious, as many of the drell are, and he has no great love for the hanar. He neglects to tell people about his childhood for reasons that only he and his personnel file know - but at age 18 he ran away from his home to live on the streets somewhere else in Zakera ward. It didn't go well for him, and after an incident with a gang leader that left him unconscious in a ditch with extensive burns up the left side of his body, he was taken in by C-Sec and given medical care and a job. He didn't talk much, but spent most of his time in the firing range avoiding contact with anyone else. He was eventually promoted to investigator despite the animosity of his peers, has recovered from his depression following his injury, and has remained in the wards fighting crime since.
Further Notes: Things I know but haven't included here for the sake of dramatic tension are: the state of his childhood, what his parents were like, if he ever saw them again, why his gun is called Kostya, the incident with the gang leader. Valentin is...how to put it...fond of taking the piss? He's not of the belief that 'professionalism' entails 'acting like Scrooge with a stick up his end all of the time', and is fond of joking around both in his free time and on the job, a habit which has earned him equal parts respect and derision.
* abilities. If you don't object at all, I would like to trade in all 3 abilities for improbably good aim with his rifle (and competency with throwing knives, as a given). If not, please say.
Also, our characters would have been at C-Sec together, but yours wouldn't have known him personally, only known of him and seen him around. If you'd rather I include the un-included bits, or even PM you with them, please say.
If not, I have a backup:
Name: Admiral Merry Sioux
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Species: Half-human, half-drell
Description: pretty
Weapons: everything
Abilities: Biotic powers, tech powers, and omnipotence
History: Born of a virgin, joined alliance military at the age of 2 and saved Shepard's life 17 times before the age of 5, when she was promoted to admiral
Further notes: If in doubt, she wins
http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MarySue
