BASIC
FACE NAME: Nessus
SOUL NAME: Sails-The-Stars-With-The-Enkindlers
AGE: 25
RACE: Hanar
GENDER: Male
ROLE: Pilot
RANK: Disciple of the Enkindlers
BIRTHPLACE: Khaje
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual (for a hanar)
LATERALITY: ambidextrous with all 8 tenticles
HEIGHT: 2'4", 6'5" with tenticles
WEIGHT: 130lbs
DIALOGUE COLOUR:
Deep purple
APPEARANCE:
EYE COLOUR:N/A
HAIR: N/A
SCARS: A long white slash across the left side of his "head".
BUILD: long thick tentacles and a large body that is surprisingly firm. Feels like pushing a solid block of jelly.
ATTIRE - CASUAL: None
ATTIRE - ARMOUR:
This is a special hardsuit worn by Nessus when he must leave a ship in a hostile environment. Nessus' body is fully sealed and the metal claws on his tentacles serve to focus his biotics and strengthen his grip. They can also be used as deadly melee weapons when necessary, though this puts Nessus at great risk because he is such a large target. The suit also has black ballistic fiber "tentacle sleeves" that protect his exposed tentacles from harm and exposure.
PERSONALITY
POSITIVE TRAITS: Kind, friendly, always wishes to learn, very polite like all hanar, extriemely intelligent, can perform certain tasks better than any bipedal organic such as swimming or typing. Having what is essentially eight hands helps.
NEGATIVE TRAITS: Nosy, socially awkward, has difficulty getting to the point due to meandering speech, tends to overwork himself, hasn't experienced serious failures or setbacks yet.
LIKES: Water, bathing, swimming, mindfish, cooking, learning new cultures, shooting guns, meeting new people, watching the reactions on people's faces when they see a hanar fire a gun, Blasto movies.
DISLIKES: Dry climates, ignorance, people he percieves as slow or dull witted, rude behaviour, racism, anyone who speaks ill of the Protheans, Blasto himself.
FEARS: Failure, disappointing his people, dishonoring the Enkindlers, dying on dry land, deserts.
QUIRKS: Likes to talk, and can make conversation out of almost anything, as long as the other person is willing to talk back. His body colour also shifts with his mood, from blue when sad to pink when happy, to red when angry to purple when aroused.
COMBAT
CLASS: Adept
WEAPONS: Two predator pistols, two carnifex heavy pistols and four tempest submachine guns.
FIGHTING STYLE: Nessus prefers to let his ship to the fighting for him and does it very well but is fully prepared to fight himself. He takes full advantage of his species' strong grip and multiple limbs by laying down a wall of lead from behind cover. Each of his tentacles has been cybernetically augmented to be as strong as a human arm and he can effectively use four out of eight tentacles as hands. He can effectively wield two rifle sized weapons at once using two tentacles each. He can wield up to four pistols or SMG's at once but doing so greatly reduces his accuracy. He only does so at close range or when ammunition is not a concern. He can also tear apart enemies with his claws or strangle them with his tentacles but doing so puts him at risk if there are multiple enemies around. He relies heavily on shields and mass effect fields and is vulnerable when immobilized.
BIOGRAPHY
Nessus was born on Khaje one year after the Reaper War. Times were difficult after the war but Nessus was oblivious to most of it. He was born in a clutch of over 100 hanar and grew up in an underwater city beneith Khaje's vast oceans. His father was an ambassador to the drell and often when to a small coastal city on a nearby isanld to see them. He took Nessus along so he could learn from and be exposed to the humanoid race that did so much for the hanar and learn Nessus did. The drell taught him of the stars and of space travel, something many hanar aren't interested in, and of the constellations in the night sky. When Nessus first stared up at the night sky, the black void of space, he was convinced that he was looking into another world. A world nothing like the ocean he was born in but just as wonderful, just as fulll of life and surprise and filled with opportunity for an adventurous little jellyfish like himself. He wanted nothing more than to explore this new world and see everything it had to offer.
All hanar learn of the Protheans, the Enkindlers, in school and their stories of how they ruled the galaxy only emboldened Nessus on his quest to travel the stars. He seemed willing to don anything to realize his dream. When he learned about th Mass Relays and the Citadel in school he read everything he could about them. When he was old enough to understand that the universe was made up of stars and planets he studied every star chart and astronomy book he could find. When he realized that mathmatics was the universal language of the universe he threw himself into equations and formulas. He recieved excellent marks in school and used role models such as Thane Krios, Blasto and of course Commander Shepard to do his very best for his people an more importantly himself. In what could be considered hanar university he studied math, space geography and mass effect theory. It seemed he would become a ship's navigator or pilot until one day that changed his life.
While writing his bood with Liara Javik spent several years on Khaje getting to know the people that worshipped him. He made sevearl lasting changes to the hanar defense and millitary forces, mostly ways for the hanar to fight for and defend themselves without relying completely on their drell partners. The hanar saw this as a divine mandate and the followed it without question. Many gifted hanar, including Nessus, were selected to participate in a cybernetics and gene therapy program to make hanar into capable soldiers. Javik oversaw this personally and for the most part it succeeded. Nessus was turned into a strong and dangerous warrior that could fight as well as any drell or "ambulatory" race and showed exceptional navigation and problem solving skills. While he was honored by this he stilll felt travelling the stars was his destiny and he was worried that he was being pulled away from the path.
One day he was able to meet Javik and adress his concerns. The ancient prothean was initially annoyed with what he saw as a whining hanar initiate but when he read Nessus he understood. He had great potential as a pilot, much more than as a navigator or soldier, that he had yet to realize. This was enough for Javik to recoomend Nessus for a trial in a flight simulator with both drell and hanar students and he outdid all of them. He flew the simulator as if he were born for it. Dodging asteroids that crushed the other students' imaginary ships, evading imaginary enemy fighters minutes longer than anyone else. His simulation ended with incorrectly approaching a mass relay and flying into a sun but it proved beyond any doubt that Nessus was a pilot.
Nessus graduated first in his class and has been certified to fly anything from shuttles to drednoughts, though he has a special aptitude for frigates. Now he's been called to the Citadel for a mission of galactic importance: Flying the Normandy SR-2 class frigate SSV London for none other than the daugter of Commander Shepard and Garrus Vakarian. Nessus is so excited he's ready to excrete liquid waste from his membrane without removing clothing first.
