Nazz
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| Steam Name: Fifty Shades of Nazz Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:18393584 Steam Profile Link: Legion eats ass Rp Experience: 9 years ranging from almost every major title. Tell me a cool Mass Effect Fact: Why Dead Space and Mass Effect are the same game; - Spoiler:
So, a long time ago the brethren moons decide to wipe out organic life. The aliens who then become necromorphs attempted to stop the brethren moons by creating the Codex. They failed, and humans are left behind. At our civilization apex we come across the necromorphs, and through them Isaac discovers the true secret behind the Unitologist Leader's plans; reintroducing the brethren moons. Isaac is able to accomplish the seemingly impossible feat of defeating a seemingly invincible enemy; brethren moon. He defeated them by activating the Codex, and the moon crashes into Tau Volantis. Isaac then apparently dies, only to find out the brethren moon successfully notified the rest of the brethren moon armada to come and harvest all organic life.
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So, a long time ago the reapers decide to wipe out organic life. The protheans who then become collectors attempted to stop the reapers by creating the Crucible. They failed, and humans are left behind. At our civilization apex we come across the forces indoctrinated by the reapers / collectors, and through them Commander Shepard discovers the true secret behind Sarens plans; reintroducing the reapers. Shepard is able to accomplish the seemingly impossible feat of defeating a seemingly invincible enemy; the scout reaper. He defeated them by disabling the citadel, and the reaper crashes into the Citadel. Shepard is buried under the rubble and surprises everyone with his appearance, only to find out the scout reaper successfully notified the rest of the reaper armada to come and harvest all organic life.
Character Name: Arthur Hawthorne Age: 17 What can your character do for our ship? (Muscle, Maintenance, Triggerman, Comedic Act, etc.): Dead Weight (I'll figure it out IC, since they're a stowaway.) Character Equipment: M-6 Carnifex, Omnitool Moral Alignment: Chaotic-Good Strengths: Street-smart to some extent, inquisitive, has common sense Weaknesses: Scrawny, underaged, kind of a wuss, lacking formal education Character Backstory a.ka. how or why are you here (One paragraph minimum, be creative!):
April 4th, 2166Tayseri Ward, The Citadel, Serpent Nebula- Spoiler:
“What a beautiful child!” the nurse exclaimed as the infant came forth from the womb, taken off to be cleaned and wrapped while her parents waited patiently in the other room. How strange the world was to a newborn. Without the cognitive ability to yet produce comprehensible memories, what happened that day in the hospital would never be known to the child, were it not for the man holding the PDA, recording as his wife had the opportunity to hold their baby for the first time.
Months prior, they’d decided together on a name for the child that his wife still had inside of her at the time. Were it a boy, they would have named him Jason. In this case, the child was destined to walk the rest of their life with the name of Arthalanea Hawthorne.
Leaving the hospital that day, the child was given several envious looks not only by regular patrons, but by the workers as well. Not everyone had the privilege of being daughter to Graham Hawthorne, the New Zealandic ambassador. From the viewpoint of any sensible person, it was to be assumed that the young Hawthorne child would have a very privileged upbringing.
April 4th, 2171Tayseri Ward, The Citadel, Serpent Nebula- Spoiler:
“Smile! You’re only five years old once, sweetheart!” her mother said before a digitalized ‘click’ was heard as her father took the picture of the duo standing in front of her birthday cake. Though the memories of her early childhood are not only few and far in-between, but also incredibly vague, there were some points in her life that the child would never forget.
Her life was simple and easy as a toddler. She’d learned to walk and talk and seemed to notice that her mother was around almost all of the time, as opposed to her father who seemed to always be busy or simply not around at all, save for important occasions. Most of her instruction was through private tutors and teachers hired to provide the girl with ‘an exceptional education’ as her father had taken to calling it.
As a result of this, the young girl has become estranged from the social world of children beyond the walls of their estate in the uptown district of Karnak. Though her choice of companions was limited, she came to know a set of twins by the names of Eugene and Eleanor DeVries, who were the children of her father’s sister. While it was never directly mentioned, the girl had come to hypothesize that her cousins had no father. Though, the idea was nearly preposterous to her at the time. After-all, who did she know who didn’t have a father? Certainly not her!
January 9th, 2176Wellington, Southern New Zealand, Oceania- Spoiler:
“Oh, crap, Arthur! Uncle Graham’s going to -kill- us!” Was the first thing that she heard when she opened her eyes. Eleanor was looking down at her wide-eyed and looking absolutely mortified at the situation.
“Hey, way to go, slugger! You managed to break her nose a day before we leave!” Eugene said with a phrase laced with enough sarcasm to feed the entirety of a poor continent as he patted his sister on the back. The trio had gone with the ambassador back to Earth in the interest of visiting family back on Earth.
The last thing that Arthur remembered was that she was pretending to sword fight with Eleanor. The two of them were sparring with wooden sticks taken from a nearby tree in the park they were in. Her eyes were all watery and her nose was really, really damp, despite the fact that it was particularly warm. She removed her mitten and reached up to touch at the damp sensation coming from her nose, only to realise that she was bleeding pretty profusely as a result.
“I didn’t mean to hit her in the face!” Eleanor fussed like the ten year old she was. In the meantime, Eugene took a knee and helped Arthur stand up. Her head felt a little wobbly, but she was otherwise fine. At least -- she would have been fine if her nose wasn’t dripping blood all over the front of her coat and down into the snow.
This wasn’t the first time that Arthur found herself being an unfortunate casualty of roughhousing and general horseplay. Unlike Eleanor, Arthur seemed to take after Eugene’s personality rather than another girl’s. The typical ‘girl’ things seemed to bore her, and even Eleanor had accused her of ‘secretly being a boy’, which lead to both of the siblings referring to her as ‘Arthur’. This never bothered her, she encouraged it in-fact.
Eugene knelt back down in the snow and collected a small chunk of it in his gloved hands. He raised it up and offered it to Arthur, “Your dad’s gonna’ murder us if he finds out Ellie smacked you with a branch! Use this to clean your face off or something.”
If the trio weren’t out climbing trees or playing ‘Humans Versus Turians’, they found themselves exploring. The idea of exploration had always fascinated Arthur, especially when it came to the idea of outer space. She envied spacers and astronauts, who were able to come and go as they pleased from the various spaceports littered around the harbor.
After using more than a few handfuls of snow, Arthur managed to ‘wash’ the blood off of her face. While she didn’t like lying to her father about their adventures, not only did it keep them out of trouble, but it kept him from having to have an adult accompany them on their endeavors.
July 21st, 2177Tayseri Ward, The Citadel, Serpent Nebula- Spoiler:
It was early in the morning and the lights on her block were not yet turned on. Arthur woke to the sounds of shouting which were accompanied by what felt like the entire house shaking. She climbed out of bed and put her slippers on. At the sounds of gunfire outside of the estate, the young girl began to become very afraid. Some more shouting was heard from the bottom of the staircase, and she had the luck of running into one of the several uniformed men who protected her family’s home. He took her by the hand, “Come on, sweetheart. I’m going to get you to your father,” the man said.
The uniformed man carried a Carnifex in one hand and held hers in the other. He took her towards the staircase leading to the basement. All was quiet for a few moments until they reached the bottom of the curving staircase. A shout followed by the breaking of glass came from the office door on their right. Two Batarians alongside several other uniformed men lie immobile in the middle of the floor. “Are they dead?” she wondered.
The man put a finger to his lips before taking several steps towards the closed door as he motioned her back. As he raised his weapon, the door opened and he took several shots to the chest before keeling over. Arthur was able to make out two figures on their knees, tied up in the corner which resembled her parents before a sharp pain came from the back of her head moments before she lost consciousness.
July 22nd, 2177Unknown Ship, Sahrabarik Sector, Omega System- Spoiler:
Arthur awoke with a splitting headache. The tart smell of warm sweat was the first thing that filled her nostrils and caused her to stir in discomfort. When trying to move her arms or legs, she found herself incapable as a result of the restraints she was put in. After taking a good few looks around, it became clear that she was left in a small cargo room with several containers and crates. Cold and afraid, the girl found herself far too tired to cry. Despite being unconscious for God knows how long, she felt restless and began to panic.
After several moments of squirming and thrashing, she paused to take a few breaths after tiring herself. Beside her lay an unconscious Eugene who looked to be in a similar state, only he remained unconscious. Without making an attempt to make too much noise, she nudged him with her tied feet in an attempt to get his attention, to no avail. As a couple of voices came from the other side of the door, she sucked in her final breath before closing her eyes and listening quietly in an attempt to discern what was being said.
“... I’m talking about the one we picked up from the Citadel. She’s gotta’ be worth somethin’ on Omega, don’t she?” came the first voice. It was rough and accented. Arthur had it thumbed for some kind of bumpkin, without a doubt.
“Look, man,” came a second, more-well-spoken voice. “If we dump her to somebody, it might come back to us. I don’t know what you were thinking by not just icing the kid when you thumbed the safe.”
“I may as well jus’ go shoot’er right now, then!” the first voice argued.
“Don’t do that,” the first voice said. “I think robbin’ the fucker that burned us is one thing, but I think killing a kid is a whole nother ballgame,” he said seriously.
“We killed the third kid during the firefight -- what’s your point?” the first asked once more.
They continued to talk for some time, but Arthur found her consciousness quickly fading before the world slowly blackened as she began to feel nauseous about the news of Eugene’s sister. She eventually fell into a deep sleep.
May 3rd, 2180Omega, Sahrabarik Sector, Omega System- Spoiler:
Arthur stood at the window of the apartment with her hand pressed up against the glass. The recycled air and the claustrophobic environment on Omega were something that she loathed. The adolescent often found herself in solace, daydreaming about the open world beyond the borders of the world that had been housing her for several years. The girl thought often of Eleanor and her aunt who, in similar fashion to her own parents, did not leave the Citadel with her and Eugene the day of the kidnapping. Eugene and her lived by themselves, after having been sold into captivity and then let free over a gambling match gone in the favor of their owner’s opponent, who in turn had no interest in keeping a couple of kids.
After much forethought and contemplation, Arthur decided that she would be willing to do whatever was necessary in order to make something of herself, given she had no money and no real place to go, “Perhaps one day I could be a spacer, or work on a ship,” she often mused to herself, or to Eugene in council. The boy seemed hesitant to go with another group of strangers. Though, with the talk of Geth attacking different sectors across the system; perhaps, for the first time in a long time, Eugene was wrong to want to stay on Omega.
August 27th, 2183Omega, Sahrabarik Sector, Omega System- Spoiler:
“I enlisted with the Blue Suns,” Eugene said as he looked away from the static-y television. He sounded as casual as he usually did, though when Arthur glanced back at him, she could tell, judging by the way he was looking at her that he was afraid. Arthur’s shoulders sagged in disappointment at the news. What would happen if she never saw him again?
“What am I gonna’ do?” she asked.
“Stay here, or talk to Sonny,” he said matter-of-factly. Sonny Varela was a local red sand dealer who owed Eugene a favor for taking a beating on his behalf one time by a group of street thugs. The endeavor almost cost the young boy his life, which resulted in the man promising him a favor. Arthur figured this was it.
“What’s he going to say when I ask him?” Arthur mused curiously, raising a brow in bewilderment.
“He’s going to put you on a ship. It’s refuelling, and you’re not supposed to be there. It’s headed to Trident, supposedly. You can get off there and find a way back to the Citadel, or stay there if you’d even care to.” Eugene responded blandly. She knew that he was looking out for her well-being, but couldn’t help but be disappointed that he wanted to leave and go his own way.
“-- and you’re not coming?” she inquired sadly.
“No,” he said bleakly. “I think it’s time I go my own way, Arthur. Blue Suns won’t take you, I’ve already asked. They didn’t even want me, but it’s a favor from a friend of a friend. I’m gonna’ see you again, some day,” he promised.
“For both of our sakes, Gene? I hope so…” Arthur replied solemnly.
Present Day, September, 2183The Geisha, Trident, Hoplos System- Spoiler:
Sat in the small shipping container was the adolescent sporting nothing more than a bag housing a few rations of food, a well-used carnifex pistol and the clothes on her back. The docking sequence had finally concluded, she figured, as the ship no longer shook and rattled. Several loud ‘clang’s were heard to signify that they were thoroughly bolted into their loading bay. Tucking her handgun into the back of her trousers, the girl disengaged the lock on her container with her omni-tool and stepped out into the cargo bay...
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