Tout se passait comme prévu, c'était glorieux! Tant de données sont entrées dans son Omni-Tool jusqu'à ce qu'il n'y ait plus à prendre, ce qui a provoqué son Omni-Tool à donner un bip satisfait. Peut-être que ce n'était pas le meilleur mot pour décrire le son qu'il entendait, mais voyant à quel point il était facile d'obtenir ce qui était nécessaire, il croyait qu'il faisait beaucoup pour aider. Bien qu'il n'ait peut-être pas été lié au combat, et avec plusieurs bouts d'information circulant et réapparaissant dans les pensées de Rayes, les choses auraient pu être bien pires. Il semblait même que la menace était prise en charge, avec des blessés au lieu de morts...
Mais bien sûr, rien n'est si simple, n'est-ce pas? Quelques instants après avoir terminé le téléchargement et tenu debout, il a pris note de l'approche d'Anderson. Il était apparemment préoccupé par l'état d'être de Rayes, quelque chose qui a pris le Quarien hors de garde. Normalement, c'était un humain de lancer une insulte ou un jab littéral, mais Anderson faisait le contraire. Il a dû tourner la tête légèrement dans la confusion avant que les alarmes ne s'éteignent. Le Quarien n'a pas pu faire grand-chose pour faire taire le bruit venant de son masque, le forçant à tenir sur le bord de son masque et regardant la direction d'Anderson, en voyant la position du scientifique et le bouton. Lentement, il marcha vers le duo, regardant Anderson appuyer sur le bouton... mais il n'y avait pas de silence. Au lieu de cela, seuls les cris racontés dans les histoires pouvaient être entendus, le mal et le vil... Qu'est-ce que c'était?
Il obtiendrait sa réponse assez tôt. Des défenses.
Espèce d'enfoirés!! Tu expérimenterais sur eux ici et tu as décidé de les libérer?Le Quarien a crié au scientifique, furieux de leur stupidité. Les aperçus des rapports indiquent explicitement qu'ils expérimentaient sur les défenses, mais dans l'installation même où ils étaient stationnés? Les plans fournis n'auraient-ils pas remarqué un tel endroit où l'expérimentation pourrait avoir lieu? Rayes brouillé légèrement, un fort désir de tirer juste le scientifique et se faire faire avec lui gonflement à l'intérieur, mais comme on lui a donné le vieux fou battu, il s'est forcé à prendre un long souffle dans une tentative de se calmer. Anderson lui a juste dit de s'assurer que les scientifiques étaient gardés à l'écart et qu'ils n'avaient pas le droit de ‘disparaître'. Eh bien, il n'allait certainement pas laisser le tuho hors de ses yeux, ou la femme qui avait répondu à la question des défenses.
Et pendant qu'il était au milieu du groupe avec eux, il était terrifié et énervé, et pour de bonnes raisons. Il ne pouvait pas se souvenir d'une fois où il avait vu une balle en personne, seulement dans des enregistrements ou racontés dans des histoires sur la flotte de migrants. Pendant la guerre de Reaper, il s'inquiétait davantage de Rannoch, puis il était loin de tout le conflit sur le Crucible. C'était sa première expérience avec eux, et en tant que tel, il n'était pas sûr à quoi s'attendre. Mais se retourner quand il a entendu un éclatement à travers la porte l'a fait regarder en état de choc pendant une seconde. Ces monstruosités, ces monstres de la nature étaient des voyous? Non... ils n'étaient pas de nature, ils étaient des créations viles, des expérimentations viles sur la biologie à laquelle seul un Reaper pouvait penser. Alors qu'ils commençaient à bouger, il regarda qu'ils déchiraient brutalement et cruellement les troupes du Cerberus qu'ils avaient abandonnées derrière eux. C'était un spectacle que Rayes n'oubliait probablement pas depuis longtemps.
Il a tremblé au fur et à mesure qu'ils se déplaçaient, essayant de se concentrer, mais la ruée d'un équivalent d'adrénaline de Quarian se produisit, "Focus, focus, focus, focus..." Il répétait sans cesse sous son souffle, embrayant son pistolet et tenant la gâchette, ce qui faisait que l'arme commençait à s'activer et à briller. Quel que soit le but qu'il avait était sûr d'être soufflé, soit entièrement ou une partie. Donnez ou prenez. Il savait qu'il ne pouvait pas s'attarder sur la situation, mais sérieusement, ce n'était pas un événement quotidien pour le pauvre Quarien. C'était un scientifique, pas un soldat. S'il savait qu'il s'opposerait à une quantité déraisonnable de Husks, il aurait plutôt amené le Projecteur Arc, bien qu'il ait réalisé dans cette scission-là qu'il serait extrêmement lent s'il l'avait fait. Je suppose qu'il a esquivé une maudite main, là-bas...
Lorsqu'ils sont arrivés dans la première des deux chambres, Rayes a fait de son mieux pour recueillir autant d'informations que possible, tout comme s'il tentait de travailler sur une sorte de technologie. Au début, il n'a pas semblé aussi mauvais qu'il était sur le point de le faire. La chambre était une sorte d'enfer de désordre abandonné, des assiettes laissées en place et des ustensiles ici et là. Il était en fait assez effrayant, compte tenu de leur situation actuelle. Mais la pièce une fois vide de vie en dehors de l'équipe fut bientôt remplie avec les écharpes de ce qui ressemblait à la mort elle-même déversant de diverses entrées. Non seulement cela, mais aussi d'en haut, plusieurs sont descendus. Si le Geth n'avait pas été devant lui, il aurait sûrement...
Il secoua la tête, s'attachant à l'un des nombreux projectiles qui étaient déchirés à S-Geth. Le coup qu'il avait préparé au préalable désirait trouver un meurtre convenable, et cela était satisfait quand la tête de l'une des choses a été effacée. Mais il n'y avait pas de temps pour en charger un autre, et en tant que tel, il a permis à son Omni-Blade de sortir, commençant à pirater les membres dans une tentative de sauver S.Geth. Leurs efforts ont semblé assez récompensés, car ils ont forcé les défenses loin des scientifiques et tué ceux qui avaient sauté sur eux.
Donc c'est ce que ça faisait de couper à travers la chair et la technologie... ça l'a fait frissonner une fois de plus. Il marcha sur un bras coupé, le coupant dans le dégoût avant de tirer son pistolet et de tirer sans arrêt cette fois, en oubliant la fonction de charge. Il n'y avait pas de temps pour une explosion massive, il n'y avait que le temps de tuer. Il regarda comme un projectile chargé du côté, le forçant à activer son Omni-Blade une fois de plus et poussant de toute sa puissance. Il a perforé directement dans la poitrine de la créature avant qu'il la conduise vers le haut, le coupant en deux... Il voulait presque vomir de la situation comme un étrange liquide enrobait son bras, probablement tout ce qui pouvait être considéré comme le sang.
Tirs, coups de couteau, et beaucoup de coups de pied et de ramassage de scientifiques, ils ont fini par arriver à l'autre équipe. Rayes a poussé les scientifiques autant qu'il pouvait derrière S.Geth comme ils l'ont conseillé, ayant entendu parler d'explosions et s'effondrer le système sur le dessus des défenses. Il a continué à tirer sur son pistolet Arc sur plusieurs défenses avant de décider d'ajouter sa propre contribution à l'affaire.
Quel genre d'explosifs exactement? Si vous voulez créer une explosion assez grande, je pourrais incinérer une des défenses avec une boule de feu de mon Omni-Tool, mais j'aurais besoin de quelqu'un d'autre pour y donner suite. Quelque chose comme une grenade, le type ne devrait pas importer, provoquera une grande explosion... une grande explosion ardente... Les choses dans le voisinage seront certainement vaporisées, et par le voisinage, je veux dire autour de la coque d'origine.
Il semblait assez logique pour Rayes, allumer quelque chose sur le feu, puis jeter quelque chose de très combustible pour créer une explosion. Bien que, à mesure que la horde s'approchait, Rayes commença à s'incliner. Il avait donné une suggestion dans la chaleur du moment, mais finalement c'était aux deux Spectres d'avoir le dernier mot... Tout ce qu'il pouvait faire maintenant, c'était tirer avec son pistolet.
Name:
Rayes'Xum vas Fowal, Rayes'Xum nar Yaron, Rayes
Race:
Quarian
Class:
Engineer
Age:
26
Sex:
Male
Appearance:


- Height: 5’5”
- Weight: 185lbs

Backstory: Rayes'Xum nar Yaron, a Quarian born in 2164, being aboard the Yaron along with his parents and several kin. His father was mainly aboard the Patrol Fleet, while his mother was a researcher focused on the Special Projects arm of the Migrant Fleet. Both were fearful of the health and protection of their child, and as such never dared to expose their child to the world outside of the migrant fleet. They were scared of their son’s curiosity, whom at the time knew relatively nothing of the world and was eager to learn. They did their best to fill that void once their son got his suit by flooding him with information that a young Quarian could understand. And when he wasn’t meant to be studying, often he would wander around the migrant fleet, listening to stories that they loved to tell. Stories of Rannoch, their beloved homeworld which was lost to them due to losing control of the geth, an artificial intelligence that they never intended to create that way. They’d speak of Quarian dancers, and their seemingly lost love for music. Little Rayes would soak in as much information as possible that he could from these stories, even if some of them weren’t actually true.
This desire for knowledge helped in his teens, as he focused a majority of his time then into doing what his parents did. From his father, he could study various navigation paths in the galaxy, and to a little further extent ship layouts and the engineering behind them. From his mother, he could further his knowledge of technology and understanding of the geth, something his mother believed that every Quarian should have a base knowledge of, to which most do. Instead of being a fighter, Rayes expertise began to shine in how to handle technology and repair or destroy it, noticing flaws in systems that would otherwise take a more trained eye to catch, and exploiting it. Exploitation came in the form of hacking, which while he was limited to certain objects on the migrant fleet, those he often did stumble across were heavily safeguarded beyond his skill comprehension at the moment, leading him to only want to become more invested in it. These skills would become vital when he could begin on his pilgrimage.
Naive, young, and somewhat confident in himself, Rayes didn’t listen to his fellow Quarians when they insisted that he go off towards the Citadel, a place where things would be the least likely to cause him harm or vise versa. They made sure to give him several parting gifts as incentives for him to listen, such as a Sirta Foundation Omni-Tool, various medical stimuli to keep him healthy should he become sick, along with Medi-Gel that a Quarian could use should he ever become injured. But instead of listening to their advice, Rayes felt bold. It was his first true experience away from the Migrant Fleet, and he wanted to make it memorable. The Citadel didn’t seem like a place that would suit him, believing it to be the easy way out of his pilgrimage. Instead, he went to a place that he believed could be exciting, Illium.
Oh boy, was in he in for a rough time there. Immediately upon arrival after transferring through several ships, the young Quarian landed in hot water and was thrown into the frying pan. He was easily kidnapped by Asari who had a multitude of ‘indentured servants’ , and thus easily sold to a faction of the Eclipse on Illium due to his prowess with technology, something the Eclipse loved to use and subsequently broke. He was forced into repairing the Eclipse’s weaponry and and technological equipment, acting as a kind of repairman for the criminal organization. And while the situation seemed hopeless as it felt like he was always under constant discrimination and surveillance, he believed something good was bound to happen. And until then, he’d have to endure with the choice he made. The discrimination came from the various Humans and Asari stationed on his section of Illium, who thought of Rayes as a cheap punching bag for their enjoyment. He often found himself having to scan the measly portions he was given, and on several occasions couldn’t eat it due to his body not being compatible with the food. Most likely some sick joke, or maybe they wanted him to get sick. He didn’t know nor care, instead doing his best not to make any sort of scenes. He played the role they wanted him to, a seemingly malleable and easily pushed around slave.
A year went by, and the Quarian had not contacted his family to inform them of his pilgrimage. In fact, to the Eclipse, they began to see the usefulness of Rayes. While he had started off small, eventually he had begun to repair the Eclipse mechs, and sometimes was forced to repair damages done to spaceships if he was given the right schematics. And if they were desperate, he’d be escorted to various terminals or infiltration operations, where his hacking skills could be put to good use. They never gave him a gun on these rare occurrences though, believing he would still try to escape if an opportunity arose. And while all was forced labor, at least, in his eyes, it was something that he liked and could vastly improve on. He got to work with weapons and mechs he had never seen before, hack systems that wouldn’t have been available on the Citadel, and even repair some of their ships, all of these encompassing new technology that the Eclipse managed to get their greedy hands on. Working with technology of this caliber wouldn’t have happened on the Citadel, however… He also wouldn’t be in an extremely dreadful situation. He wasn’t going to lie to himself, he was just a pawn, and if they ever felt he wasn’t useful, he knew they would dispose of him. They didn’t watch him as much anymore, but they still treated him like he was just a tool, and as such he was placed into terrible conditions on the off chances he would get proper rest. Often, he found himself questioning the pilgrimage, seeing this more of an eye opener than a proper trip to bring something valuable to his family… Something valuable… Surely the Eclipse, he thought, would have something. Having been in close quarters with them for so long, he had noticed they were lax around him, not being perceived as much of a threat anymore as he’d been around for well over a year now, and he would have to use that to his advantage if he ever wanted to see his home again. He knew he couldn’t beat them in a gunfight, there were simply too many and too skilled for his relatively poor gun expertise. All that time repairing their weapons, and he probably couldn’t even properly handle them himself.
Another year, and he missed the Migrant Fleet with all his heart. There was no engine on Illium, only a cage and despair. There was no bond, no loyalty, only grief and deception, and Rayes believed he’d have to use that to his advantage. As they continued to bring him on several operations for his hacking expertise, he began leaving traces that he had been there, and while he would comply with their needs, he also began saving the data for himself. The Eclipse had grown soft around checking his Omni-Tool, as two years of nothing made them feel he was at least somewhat loyal to them. But he had already started to record the technology he worked on, documenting every detail he could about their supposed latest and greatest thing that busted. While it was often not substantial at first, and generally followed with a return to working on something they had planned, eventually he began to steal more, hacking with efficiency only a Quarian could. Surely there’d be some sort of information he could use to escape? A way to send a message? Surely, he felt, someone would find and put together the clues he had left behind... He had learned of awful things that he missed in his absence from some of the information he had kept, such as the citadel being attacked by something called a reaper, the supposed death and revival of a human Spectre named Commander Shepard… It was hard to swallow how much time had past… And how much trust the humans were getting. The ones in the Eclipse were dreadful, and were the most cruel, twisting the stories he had heard from his kin on the Migrant Fleet. Hopefully this Shepard was better, but he was extremely doubtful.
A chance of escape came one day as he scoured through some stolen Eclipse files on his omni tool, being allowed to wander the cargo terminal the Eclipse had decided to occupy, only for the silence to be broken upon the sound of gunfire becoming vastly apparent. He noticed Eclipse Gunships in the area, several of which he wondered of if he’d repaired before, only to be shoved to the side by an Eclipse Engineer, forcing Rayes to take cover. There was a conversation at first, but then the gunfire soon continued and Rayes hid as far away as he could, allowing the firefight to pass as it went downward towards the Cargo Terminals, and his former “employers.” He took this opportunity to slowly but surely follow the conflict until the group in front of him took an elevator towards the docks. That elevator was his escape, but an escape towards what? He had no money, no credits to go anywhere… Until, as he wandered in the shadows of Illium, he heard of an information broker who potentially could help him. With all other options gone, and little time to waste before the Eclipse would notice him missing, he hastily made his way towards the supposed broker.
He sold all the information he had stolen for a ticket to the citadel, but made sure to keep it for himself as well, and along with several credits for the info. Sure, it was a dangerous gamble to allow her to copy his data, but surprisingly she understood his desire to keep it… and things got better from that day. He had managed to find a place that hired him as a repairman for weapons and technology, and once he had enough credits to fly home, he immediately did so. He had had enough surprises on his pilgrimage to last a lifetime, and they accepted his data on the Eclipse, the technology he had worked on, schematics he recorded, and importantly weapon details, and accepted a role on board the Fowal. His family was astonished by how much he endured, furious that he had not listened to them, but ultimately glad that he had survived. He adapted a much more suitable appearance to commemorate his return from a grim situation, and began working immediately on the Fowal, just months before the reapers return. In this short span, Rayes became known for his improvements to weapons to be used for the fleet and against the Geth, along with his research on potential environmental suit improvements, something that he had become inspired to make due to the harshness of Illium.
The Fowal was a ship dedicated to the research of expanding Quarian technology, investigating new weapons and the study of the Geth, an enemy that, once he learned the admiralty board soon declared war on them, Rayes was rather skeptical about it all. He didn’t believe the Geth were necessarily in the wrong for their actions, and while he longed to see the fabled homeworld of Rannoch, destroying something more advanced and sentient than the simple mechs he had repaired seemed… awful. But he knew better than to question his superiors, and at first, it seems the modifications he had worked on seemed to bolster the Quarian’s power against the Geth… Until they accepted Reaper help.
But hope wasn’t lost, and while many ships suffered casualties, things started looking up once they learned Commander Shepard would help. A name that Rayes became all too familiar with when he first returned to the Migrant Fleet, having heard of his exploits and helping the Quarian Tali’zora Vas Normandy, someone Rayes slightly remembers growing up around with. With their help, they did the impossible, stepping foot on Rannoch as the Battle for Rannoch began. To Rayes, it was frightening, being inexperienced in combat, but he made up for it with his insights against the Geth, providing support and cover fire, and doing his best to hack the enemy barriers and shields. It felt like forever, but ultimately, it seemed like the Quarian's would win, but instead came an agreement to coexist with the Geth. Rayes was rather pleased with this idea, not only due to how it was peaceful, but also because it would allow him to greatly study the Geth and get information from them while they were still active. While it was fun to study a piece of technology that was broken, studying an active sentient Geth would be amazing.
Rayes was not selected to go and join the fight with the reapers, he was instead sent to go and help build the crucible, something he took immense pleasure from upon arrival as they saw his technical prowess as an excellent edition. He helped make great strides into it’s creation, being able to offer suggestions in an environment he never thought he’d see. On Illium, he was treated like scum, a simple object meant to be manipulated, but he here, he was wanted, appreciated even… And, everyone was working together. This wasn't about species or race anymore, it was about survival, and to think, a human had started it all, with the help of an asari prothean expert. Maybe... the Eclipse were just an oddity, just like how some Quarian's were oddities in their own right.
So when it was eventually complete and fulfilled it’s purpose, he came home proud that he had helped defeat the reapers in his own way. He helped in the process of colonizing Rannoch, and ultimately in the construction, with the help of the Geth, of upgrading the Quarian Fleet. Currently, Rayes is on Rannoch, studying the reapers with the help of Geth information and looking for a way to utilize the technology that had been scattered across the galaxy when the reapers were annihilated. Maybe, he thought, it could be used to create better protection for the future. The Geth have already helped him make immense strides in Quarian environmental suits, and he believes they can be utilized for much more than their original purposes or what the reapers had for them.
 
Psyche Profile:
Rayes is a firm believer that not all situations are hopeless, maintaining the notion that things could always get worse, but the worse can be prevented through hard work and dedication, along with preparation and to know how to endure. A lot of his life has been dedicated to the advancement of technology and the study thereof, regardless of the technology's purpose, and as such, he loves to always be working on some sort of gadget or analyzing data. Even in grim situations, knowing that there is something to observe generally calms his nerves and brings him back to reality. His over-analytical nature often allows him to notice things that many others may not, or on his time on Illium, be able to hastily retrieve and comprehend data types or schematics that he'd never seen before.
When it comes to the other galactic species, Rayes is very wary of anyone not Quarian. His time on Illium has made him somewhat distant towards Humans and Asari specifically, as they were the majority of the Eclipse's forces that he was under on Illium. While Commander Shepard's actions has somewhat lessened that hostility, he won't go out of his way to make friends with them. Towards Turians, Rayes always feels that his knowledge of combat is lacking too much to hold a non-awkward conversation, and will often stutter his words or become embarissed if he cannot come up with an answer to their questions. Salarians are the easiest for Rayes to talk to, sticking to science as a main conversation topic. Batarian's are a mixed bag depending on how much Rayes knows of them, but he can sympathize with their hatred towards humans. Rayes hasn't had much experience talking to Drell, and as such, will often act similarly as he does towards Turians. For Asari, the Quarian is suspicious of them, wondering how they could allow one of their own colonies to have anything legal except for murder...
Rayes likes to be prepared, and is somewhat saddened by his lack of knowledge in combat situations. His only proficiency in combat is with a pistol, but even that is somewhat limited and rusty. But, he has an eye for spotting technology on the battlefield that he can turn to his advantage, or disabling shield or barriers that an enemy may have. He prefers to provide support, allowing someone else to take the killing shot, and instead setting it up. However, currently he feels he has no time to train, focusing his attention to his love for tech and how to improve it.
However, he has recently started to listen to music once more now that the war is over and he is safe; music being a favorable pass time when he was younger. And, now with Geth help, his self confidence and hope for the future has begun to rise. He knows that a lot of Quarian don't trust the Geth, and with good reasons, but he is willing to give them a second chance, as they are giving the Quarians. Not to mention, he slightly loves the idea of sentient AIs being constantly present around him. 
Specialty:
Rayes'Xum was most likely picked due to his outstanding displays of technical prowess and resourcefulness when it comes to technology. Even for things he doesn't know much about, give him time to do research, and he'll be able to fix or hack into it with a breeze. Along with this, he can craft, repair, or install upgrades into existing weapons or starships. Having been one of the fateful Quarians to go and help build the Crucible, his advancements has given him a special place some of the Quarian's hearts. Due to his extensive knowledge in technology and prior experience, Rayes is a pretty damn good hacker if need be, being quick on his feet to solve and bypass securities that are in place in a moments notice or so.
While he may not be as deadly as some on the battlefield, he makes up for it with his quick-wit and ability to manipulate the battle in favor for his team. He can help break down enemy defenses and render them helpless for his team to finish off. Currently, he's been working on the side to develop a combat drone to assist him and make up for his poor weapon game, only bringing a pistol to the battlefield, along with his Omni-Tool's blade.
Powers/Skills:
- Incinerate
- Overload
- Cryo Blast
- Sabotage
- Tech Mastery
- Weapon construction/upgrades
- Hacking
Equipment and Resources:
 - Aldrin Labs Light Onix Armor VI modifications on his envo-suit.
- Sirta Foundation Omni-Tool
- Arc Pistol

Sample Post:
"Det kazuat." Rayes whispered under his breath as he followed a human Eclipse mercenary, somewhat curious as to what their next assignment for him was. Last time, it was to repair a simple rifle that hilariously they had managed to break just after receiving it. It didn't take him long at all to repair it, but he wasn't met with praise. Instead, they just decided not to spit into his food, which he was rather thankful for. It meant he'd at least get another meal, measly as it was, to survive instead of having to toss it to the side, not knowing if something as simple as saliva would cause him to become ill and thus useless. He made sure to scan everything that he'd have to consume, glad that they were at least smart enough to know he was a dextro-protein species, yet also surprised they'd go through the effort to get him specific food. Maybe, the thought, he wasn't the only Quarian in this hell hole the Eclipse have made.
However, his thoughts were soon cut short as he felt an immense force shove him to the ground, causing the unsuspecting Quarian to fall with as much grace as a dying duck. "You useless scum," He heard someone say, looking up to see it was his escort shouting down at him with a mixture of cockiness and pure hatred, "Get to work and stop staring in the damn clouds! We didn't pay shit just for you to be useless!" In his attempt to recover, the Quarian began to slowly rise to his knees, only to feel a blunt force slam into his stomach, causing him to tense up and fall downward once more. "I said get the hell up!"
I was trying that until you kicked me, you bosh'tet... Rayes thought, doing his best to rise to a stand once more as he glared at the mercenary, glad he didn't seem to have the brains to notice. Each passing moment felt tense as he rose, and when he finally recovered from the shock, he noticed in front of him stood a Model 34-A, or YMIR Mech that had obviously seen some damage. The bone white armor it possessed was covered in black spots from explosions and gunfire. It's upper body was heavily damaged, the armor on the chest and arms revealing circuits exposed in the openings. It's head was missing completely, most likely shot off... It wasn't the first time Rayes had to repair one of these, but it was most certainly the first time it was this damaged.
But it seems they knew he wasn't a miracle worker, and as he glanced around the room, he noticed there were several tools at his disposal, along with replacement armor and a new head. All it seemed he had to do was fix the mech up, and he could be on his way. A simple job, especially with the resources the Eclipse gave him. Unfortunately, that comfort was cut short upon the realization that he would be closely monitored. If it had been anywhere else, maybe he would have felt happy, but instead, all he could feel was a lingering hatred for his situation. It was as if they had twisted his desires for their own purposes just to save them a quick buck from buying a new one of these killing machines, but alas, he had to if he wanted to live. Or at the very least, postpone the beating he felt would come if he didn't work on it soon.
With a defeated sigh, he grabbed the nearest supplies and began to work once more.

Notes
- Rayes'Xum isn't sure of his sexuality, but has disdain for Humans and Asari.
- Occasionally contacts friends he made while working on the Crucible.
- He has a fascination for those who can sing or dance.
- He'll occasionally dismantle objects for fun, just to remake them.
- He'll take notes with his Omni-Tool during conversations or simply record them so that he can review it later and come up with conversation topics.