Steam Name: Kept you waiting, huh?
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:45137226
Steam Profile Link: http://steamcommunity.com/profiles/76561198050540180/
Age: 16
Rp Experience: Played for a few years in Serious Roleplay, starting with Half-Life 2 RP, going to Halo RP, to a few Military ones, ending up in Singularity MERP.
How did you stumble upon our server?: Arglack.
Tell me a cool Mass Effect Fact: Krogans got four balls, and they do like fish
Character Name: Alexander Thompson
Character Race: Human
Why did you choose this race?: Humans are interesting and basic, having at least the minimum knowledge to play as one.
Age: 34
What can your character do for our ship? (Muscle, Maintenance, Triggerman, Comedic Act, etc.): Maintenance, muscle.
Character Equipment: M-3 Predator, M-23 Katana
Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Strengths: Having a good amount of strength and stamina, Alex is able to carry heavy things, and also got plenty of Stamina. Did I say already that he has a lot of stamina?
Weaknesses: His patience is short, Alex can get angered fast, in any stressfull situation.
Character Backstory a.ka. how or why are you here (One paragraph minimum, be creative!):
Omega got a lot of bars scattered around, each with a different aspect. One with better drinks, one with a better pool table, and others.. Better card games. In one of these bars, Alexander Thompson was that guy who came every weekend, with a briefcase, and a suit.
Every Saturday, he walked inside a bar, dropped his suitcase into a table and sat down,waiting for the other players. Upon arrival, the other players sat down on their chairs, Alex shook all of their hands, opening his briefcase and revealing today’s game: Blackjack, the other players looked at it and aknowledging the game. They nod at each other and some time later, the game is done. Alex stands up, grabbing the money, and walking out from another successful day, he won, but was it a fair victory? It wasn’t.. Alex lived his life by gambling.
Alex went home, a fairly well decorated place for Omega. Sitting down on his couch, he prepares his next game, Poker, he’s been doing this for months now.
Thompson would be a widely known man in those areas, most players from several bar games would start to suspect his playstyle. But that didn’t worry him, since he could always give an silly excuse, or even lose a single game.
Another Saturday, Alex was sitting down by the same bar.. waiting, and waiting.. nobody came, he shrugs, dissapointed. He stands up, grabbing the case again and going back home to get some sleep.
In the middle of the night, Alex is awaken by a strange noise. He off his bed and walks towards the living room, he finds his window and the front door open, quickly going for the drawer on the corner and pulls out the Predator. Soon after that, Alex hears a noise and turns around startled, he pulls the trigger as a reaction, killing a man by surprise. His body falls limp , and the Katana he was wielding too, Alex looks at it and crouches, picking it up, after getting up and looking at the body, Alex realized that whoever he killed was actually someone he used to play with.. They figured it out, looking up at his room, Alex sees a orange light coming from his bedroom along with some smoke, hearing more footsteps. Thompson fears for his life, jumping out of the window, he runs to get his vehicle and fly away. Hours later, having nowhere to life, nothing else to do, Thompson decides to do something else in his life… But what could he do?
Smuggling.
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