Sicaria Velinian
Secaria a fait signe à la réponse d'Aegon à son enquête très hostile, ainsi qu'à un grognement incohérent. Elle a vu la logique dans ses paroles, et il serait plus efficace de démêler le Parti avant de le tuer, mais cela a supprimé la gratification de détruire ce qui était effectivement un culte politique. Eh bien, la satisfaction instantanée de toute façon. Mais si l'un d'eux est allé chercher une arme, elle a enlevé la tête du pauvre trou du cul qui a fait cette erreur.
Ses pensées ont été brutalement interrompues par une voix humaine puissante derrière elle, incitant le Turian à pivoter et à tomber sur son genou gauche pendant qu'elle tirait son Phaeston de l'aimant qui le tenait ferme à son omoplate droite. L'arme se déplaçait avec le canon pointé droit sur l'intrus, prêt à tuer si nécessaire. Le Phaeston, bien qu'il ne soit pas aussi puissant que le M-76 Revenant, était beaucoup plus précis et était généralement considéré comme l'équilibre ultime de la puissance de feu et du rapport de frappe. Heureusement, il n'est pas venu à une fusillade alors que le Geth marchait entre eux, réussissant à désamorcer la situation par ce qui aurait été un moment réconfortant si ce n'était pas pour la possibilité de la mort dans les moments à venir. Sans un mot, les Turians se levèrent prudemment et s'emparèrent une fois de plus de son arme, donnant à l'homme une fois de plus. D'après ce qu'elle avait vu sous le manteau qu'elle portait, elle avait une double prothèse et avait vu de meilleurs jours, mais elle était encore dure, ou assez stupide pour s'écarter d'une pièce pleine de tueurs. Aujourd'hui serait plus intéressant qu'elle ne le pensait au départ, c'est sûr.
Peu après, les équipes partent, Sicaria part avec Anderson et la compagnie pour s'engager dans une approche plus furtive. Malheureusement pour elle, elle n'était pas exactement orientée vers l'espionnage, mais elle était certainement capable de se déplacer tranquillement. Le plus gros problème pour elle était un manque d'armes supprimées, donc elle a été contrainte de compter entièrement sur ses omni-blades jusqu'à ce que quelque chose tourne mal... ce qui a supposé que c'était pourquoi elle traînait ici. Donc pour l'instant, en tant que seule personne blindée, elle a élevé l'arrière de l'escadron.
Après environ une demi-heure de voyage quasi silencieux plus tard, le groupe est tombé sur une fissure dans un mur par ailleurs solide, et Anderson n'a pas perdu de temps à expliquer comment il était censé y arriver. Le Turian, honnêtement, ne se souciait pas moins de la façon dont il s'est formé, tout ce qui comptait c'était qu'il existait et cela a rendu la mission beaucoup plus facile pour l'équipe d'infiltration. Alors que Ja'Far et Phalanx semblaient déterminés à être les derniers à se presser dans la crevasse, Sicaria décida de passer à travers la suite du Rayon Quarien. Pour elle, c'était un ajustement serré bien qu'étant deux pouces plus court que le Spectre qui les mène, principalement en raison du collier que tous les Turiens possédaient. Après un long moment, elle émergeait de l'autre côté, son armure n'était que légèrement éraflée autour du cou depuis le passage.
En ce moment, l'initié qui avait déjà trouvé son chemin à l'intérieur et tué un membre du Cerberus a été présenté par leur commandant... et elle était quelque chose. Alria, c'était son nom, et elle était visiblement plus jeune que Sicaria. Pas beaucoup, mais la figure plus mince et plus lithique a laissé entrevoir un certain écart dans l'âge. Sans dire que Sicaria n'était pas sans ses charmes, mais cette fille... c'était quelque chose d'autre. Beaucoup plus limber, certainement plus flexible, et attrayant pour le démarrage. Sa voix ne laissait rien à désirer, c'était comme une chanson quand elle parlait de tuer ce pauvre garde de sang-froid. Ce n'était pas de l'amour à première vue, mais c'était une attraction pour une nuit de passion, et peut-être quelque chose dans lequel Vetia s'impliquerait, aussi.
Le Turian secoua la tête et cligne des yeux, renversant la réalité alors que l'équipe se dirigeait plus loin dans la base, un commandement étant donné pour faire sortir leurs armes à partir de maintenant. Plutôt que de tirer son fusil une fois de plus, elle s'est échangée avec le fusil apposé sur son bas du dos. Le M-11 Wraith était un fusil léger, variante de l'éviscérateur M-22 fabriqué par Cerberus, et était très illégal dans l'espace de la Citadelle. Elle l'avait rencontré sur le marché noir d'Omega et l'avait acheté rapidement, et elle l'avait maintenu par l'intermédiaire de l'invasion de Reaper grâce à la gravité de la situation. Maintenant, elle l'avait gardé sous un autre nom pour éviter sa découverte, et il s'est avéré fructueux maintenant. Une arme qui est venue à l'avance avec des morceaux de métal dentelés qui a déchiré à peu près tout allait être utile pour cette mission. Étant donné que les choses ont été vulgaires, de toute façon.
L'équipage s'est installé dans la salle du serveur, prenant la couverture et prenant position hors de la vue de ceux qui étaient en poste ici. D'après ce qu'elle pouvait dire, la seule force importante ici était entièrement composée de LOKI mechs, qui jouaient à ses forces. Surcharger un et deux tomberait, geler peut-être une douzaine d'entre eux de la façon dont ils étaient tous emballés ensemble, les briser avec une technologie éclatée de l'armure... ce ne serait pas trop difficile à moins qu'un des scientifiques ici appelle un renfort.
Les bruits de tirs lointains ont soudainement commencé à pimenter les oreilles de tous les présents, et l'action a commencé. Un des mechs est tombé en une seconde rapide de la main de Ja'Far, suivi de Rayes se déplaçant et commençant son processus de collecte de données. Sicaria était sur le point de suivre dans son sillage et de soumettre les chercheurs, bien qu'Alria l'ait battue au coup de poing avec un niveau de mise en scène. C'était comme un maître au travail... un travail sexy, presque lubrique qui a donné lieu à quatre têtes d'œuf sur le sol en quelques instants. Pendant tout ce temps, l'autre Turian a senti le sang se précipiter sur son visage et un trickle chaud est descendu du côté droit de son nez et s'arrêter à sa lèvre. « Cela doit être l'une des plus grandes choses que j'ai jamais vues... » Après cette exposition, elle a remarqué qu'un grand nombre de mechs avaient commencé à courir vers le combat principal pour laisser les infiltrateurs une pièce presque vide avec quelques types de science sur le sol.
Se souvenant de ses ordres, elle emménage avec son fusil levé, lui donnant une queue menaçante à ceux qui sont restés dans la région. En tant qu'exécutrice des Soleils Bleus, elle avait appris à influencer une foule avec sa seule présence et à la manipuler pour la soumettre, et cette situation n'était pas différente. "Sauf si tu veux une jambe coupée, tu vas te mettre au sol et rester tranquille! Je vois un omni-outil continuer, et je vais commencer à trancher les doigts." Avec un peu de chance, elle n'aurait pas à suivre cette menace, et ces hommes et ces femmes seraient des otages faciles. Pire est venu au pire et quelqu'un a décidé d'être un héros, elle les fermait elle-même si nécessaire.
Sur un côté, elle a donné à Alria un signe d'approbation, ne sachant pas qu'une partie de son visage était maintenant tachée d'un bleu agréable de la saigne lentement calmante.
Name:
Sicaria Velinian
Race:
Turian 
Class:
Sentinel 
Age:
28 
Sex:
Female 
Appearance:
 
Standing at an even 6’00” and weighing in at 131lbs, Sicaria is about your average female Turian. Her facial tattoos are a striking combination of purple and violet that represent the Aephus colonies. They are present on her chin, cheeks, nose, forehead, and temples. She has a set of five scars that run up her right mandible and several others across her body, including a small chunk taken out of the left side of her collar. She has a black tattoo of a scythe on her left shoulder with the start and end dates of the Reaper Invasion below it.

Backstory:
Born to a pair of distinguished warriors that had previously retired to the planet of Aephus, many would’ve said that young Sicaria was destined for greatness. Her mother was a renowned sniper with more confirmed kills than she could remember and her father was possibly the best shock trooper in his company, so she had some big shoes to fill. She wanted to, too, but life had other plans for her.
Sometime around the age of ten, both parents were killed in an industrial accident in the shipyard, though it was a suspicious case. They were the only ones injured or killed, and a stable stack of shipping containers had been dropped on them from above. Even this young, it wasn’t hard to put two and two together, and the authorities did as well. The only issue was that the perpetrators were off world before anyone even found the bodies. When word got back to Sicaria, she was less disturbed by the death of her parents and more so by who her closest relative. This relative was her uncle Decimus, a middle-aged burnout that lived on the Citadel drinking his days away. Unfortunately for her, she could do nothing to stop this move.
In the days following the funeral, which were quite emotional for all involved, Sicaria was moved to her uncle’s apartment on the Zakera Ward, and things quickly turned for the worse. His housing smelled of a distinct combination of sex, booze, and marijuana, and this was more than enough to put the girl off. In the months following, she slowly grew used to the situation she had been thrust into. It wasn’t ideal, but her fifteenth birthday would be her salvation.
Come that age, she was sent off to Palaven to join the military like all other Turians, and basic training was almost like breathing to her. Every drill was completed quickly and without complaint, like she was a machine made to do them. Her superiors noticed of course, and she was recommended to go into command training. For some reason, she denied the offer, which baffled those that made it. While it wasn’t unheard of, most Turians strove to reach the highest rank they could. For Sicaria, it was a simple question. Would you rather give the order to shoot, or the one pulling the trigger?
She decided she would be better of pulling the trigger. From there, things went well until she turned sixteen, and on the cusp of graduation, started to show some biotic capability. She was sent off to a Cabal Unit pretty quickly and received an amount of training with them, getting a set of biotic implants along the way. Her abilities, while limited, did their job. Someone also gave her the idea of combining these with tech powers, and a Sentinel was born.
For the next few years, this unit moved around where they were needed, usually on simple peacekeeping missions and some diplomat escorts. Overall, she had a fairly boring time in the military with only a few notable skirmishes, but nothing worth retelling.
When news came out about Saren’s betrayal, Sicaria was devastated. That spectre had been her idol since her childhood, and to see him allied with the Geth drove her to flee to Omega to sort things out. She wasn’t the only one, another member of her unit named Vetia went with her for similar reasons, and possibly one of romance. On this derelict station her life finally gained some level of interest, and she intended to enjoy the time she had there.
Turians were a rare sight on Omega, as most know. A criminal haven was a place that fit the profile of Batarians or Vorcha easier than an entire militarized race, but here were two of those looking to rent an apartment and find out which gang offered the best protection. Lone behold, it ended up being the only one with Turian representation, the Blue Suns. For the duration of the investigation into Saren, she stayed on the station, not having a reason to go elsewhere.
Little changed for her until the revival of Shepard two years after his death, aside from one key factor. She had gotten involved with the Suns somewhere in that gap and offered herself as an enforcer. These guys, knowing how valuable a bullet sponge that keeps getting back up is, readily accepted the offer and took off the protection fee on the apartment. The biggest downside was when Shepard came for a sort of knight paragon trying to clean up the station.
They were finally able to move in, something had taken that sniper’s eyes off the bridge in. It was probably the Blood Pack breaking into the basement after all that time spent doing nothing down there. She was at the head of the next rush in, and everyone got across unscathed. But right when the front door came down, a certain famous human was waiting with a shotgun ready. Sicaria took the brunt of the first shot, rather her armor did, and she made the decision to stay down and escape the day with her life rather than get up and get killed for sure. Miraculously, it worked. And at that moment, she decided the gang life wasn’t worth it.
Around a week later, Sicaria and her girlfriend fled the rock in favor of the Citadel, ironically finding another apartment close to where Decimus still lived. In a way, things ended up coming up full circle, at least until a trip to Earth some six months later.
The pair had taken a vacation to the Caribbean, still a popular tourist trap, when the Reapers came. Sicaria had been lucky, she got off world in the first wave, as did Vetia. Though she saw enough destruction and took up arms, just waiting for the chance to move in give the Reapers what for. This galaxy was their home, and she would be damned before she gave it up willingly.
Sometime later, with the destruction of the Reapers, Sicaria and Vetia returned to their apartment on the Citadel and resumed life, each one working to dig up information on how well their old unit fared during the war. It was a miracle they had both survived the invasion, but here they were. 
Psyche Profile:
Sicaria is a soldier at peace with herself by now, ready to slow down and relax for a little while before taking up arms again to fight for another cause. Ceaseless and headstrong are good words to describe her, since it would take an army to stop her once her mind is set on something worth fighting for. Her favorite moment in life is the calm before the storm, she says that it brings out the best and worst in people.
Overall, she’s open minded and really doesn’t care what someone does as long as it doesn’t hurt anyone else. The reconstruction of other planets isn’t very high on her priority list at the moment, though that’s mostly because of her living situation on the Citadel. Speaking of which, she doesn’t think its location matters much, as long as it stays her home for now. She wants to return to Aephus and potentially start a family one day, and ultimately hunt down the killers of her parents should they still be alive eighteen years and a genocide later.
There isn’t much that Sicaria doesn’t like, but general assholery is up there. 
Specialty:
Sicaria is a believer in the idea of high-risk high-reward, and as a result, she’s a qualified Red Herring of sorts. In short, her job description is to keep pressure off the main unit and create openings for them and anyone with a long range weapon. She also has a knack for keeping constant pressure on groups of enemies. 
Powers/Skills:
 -Throw
- Warp
- Lift Grenade
- Tech Armor
- Overload
- Cryo Blast 
Equipment and Resources:
- Turian Cabal Armor
- Phaeston
- M-11 Wraith
- Matched pair of Omni-Blades
-Station Contact - Omega
-Black Market Access
Sample Post:
”Ugh… how drunk was I last night?”
”Enough for me to carry you home and you to carry me to the bed.”
”Huh, must’ve been fun.” The figure of Sicaria Velinian slowly sat up in her bed, searching for some article of clothing that had been undoubtedly lost somewhere in the sheets last night’s lusty activities. It took her a moment, but she found a pair of flannel pants and slipped them on, then stood up. The blood rushed from her head and her vision faded, prompting her to sit back down for a moment. In this moment, the other Turian in the bed by the name of Vetia was crawling over and lightly running her claws down her lover’s back. ”…You’re never this affectionate in the morning unless you want breakfast.”
”You know me well, dear.” With a smirk, she laid back with her hands behind her head, giving Sicaria a light nudge with her knee.
One exaggerated eye roll later, the younger of the two was up and moving out of the bedroom of the apartment. It was a small area, really just a bedroom, bathroom, and combined living room and kitchen, but it was enough for the pair. And in the kitchen was where the girl went to work, digging through the refrigerator to find something edible. Her savior came in the eggs of Palaven’s equivalent to the chicken, which quickly got taken out and set on the counter.
The fridge was slammed shut and the Turian set to work, cracking eggs over a pan while the delicious scent of breakfast filled the room. In the meantime, four slices of bread were dropped into a toaster and a jar of something similar to peanut butter was retrieved from a cupboard above the counter all while a naked Turian tried her hand at stealth.
”Vetia, there’s a reason you have vanguard implants. You’re not exactly quiet… and put some clothes on.” Without a word, the girl in question turned around and came back with a pair of pants similar to Sicaria’s and sat at the counter. Not a moment later, the toaster returned that which it was made to create with a loud ding. ”Now is it just me, or does this all seem so… surreal? Like, a month ago we were all fighting for survival and now we’re eating actual food, not nutrient paste.”
”I know what you mean, it’s weird… but a good weird, y’know?” In the coming silence, Vetia would get up from her seat and collect a few eggs from the pan for herself, contemplating how life had come to it’s current point.
Sicaria did the same, mulling over just what to say in the coming moments. With some dry toast on her plate now, and taking the rest of the eggs in the pan, she sat down at her own seat. ”Yeah… it feels good to not be shot at for once, though.” The girl smiled up at her lover as she came over to sit beside her, giving her a light peck on the mandible.
”It’s your turn to buy the tea, you know.”
”I know…” This fact was acknowledged with an audible sigh. 
Notes
- Bisexual, prefers females.
- Has a girlfriend named Vetia, they’ve been together for a little under three years.
- Has no immediate family.
- Scythe tattoo was done roughly a week following the defeat of the Reapers.


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"So these are the people I'm protecting this time..."
| ☀ Friends | ✌ Neutral | ☕ Who? | ☠ Not fond of | ⚜ Acquaintances | ✸ Best friends | ❤ Love interest | ❧ Dating |
|| Jake Anderson ||
⚜ "Certainly a capable leader, but he's a little too naive for my liking." ⚜
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Aegon Partinax || 
☀ "A legend among Turians, makes me wonder how serious this really is." ☀
Like I said, Aegon's a living legend. Hell, almost every Partinax is, but he stands out. He practically filled Saren's place after he went rogue, and he found the time to raise a couple kids! I'm not the best Turian, probably one of the worst, but I aspire to be like him. Everyone should.
|| Ravanor Rykarn || 
☀ "In all honesty, I never expected the most reasonable thing in the galaxy to be a Krogan." ☀
Never thought I'd say a Krogan was level-headed, but here I am. He's some weird mix of a Krogan and an Asari, like a walking tank with a functioning brain that's keen enough to make you worry a bit. He's very nice though, covered my ass when I accidentally screwed him over and kept me company the night after the husks. Speaking of which, Krogan make surprisingly good pillows... and, he helped me realize something. I want a committed relationship, limitations and all. No more of that 'fuck anyone you want' crap, it's fun but it's caused too many problems. So Rykarn, if you somehow get your hands on this recording, thanks.
|| Vella Calixten Ophelia || 
☠ "Aegon's chewed her out already, not sure how things will turn out with her..." ☠
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Ellis Taevon || 
☠ "It feels like an ice cube gets dropped in my armor whenever this... thing, looks at me." ☠
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Rayes'Xum nar Yaron || 
⚜ "Quick at his job, never seen anyone break through a Cerberus encryption as fast as this Quarian." ⚜
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Phalanx || 
⚜ "I had my concerns, but it's proven itself trustworthy. Anyone that takes a few husk bites for the team if fine by me." ⚜
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Ja'Far Balak || 
⚜ "Chain-smoker, probably has the worst tobacco addiction I've ever seen. Great in the field, though." ⚜
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Rol'Narris vas Vaepal || 
☕ "Wait, we have a second Quarian? And he was on the infiltration team!?" ☕
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Tiberius Adarian || 
✌ "Between him and Ja'Far, I'll be burning enough incense to start a fire with." ✌
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Raik Skarr || 
✌ "He doesn't come off as a conversationalist, lets his actions speak for him. Not surprised, really." ✌
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Gilvert Somner || 
☠ "Not to say I hate him, it's just that something feels... off, about him." ☠
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Salissa Fortia || 
✌ "She's tougher than steel, though she makes me wonder if there really is a difference between bravery and stupidity." ✌
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Alria Vicrinus || 
❤ "I might have a shot, Spirits please tell me I have a shot with her!" ❤
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.
|| Ethan Sartiel || 
☕ "I have literally no idea who this is." ☕
Longer explanation and exploration of feelings.