Character Dossier: Malik Torsin
Aug 9, 2014 1:35:30 GMT -6
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Post by Malik Torsin on Aug 9, 2014 1:35:30 GMT -6
Full Name: Malik Torsin (Assumed name, birth name largely forgotten)
Race: Turian
Sex: Male
Age: 29
Born: 2156
Occupation: Assassin (Formerly C-SEC Intelligence)
Combat Class: Infiltrator
Appearance:
Skin colour: Dark tan
Facial Tattoos: None (Barefaced)
Height: 6'
Physical Features:
Physically fairly unremarkable by Turian standards, aside from the lack of facial markings. He's physically fit, but not exceptionally so. His clothing is generally chosen to be clean and well-tailored, but also fairly unremarkable-what would pass as 'professionally casual' wherever he's currently working.
Personality:
Generally quite calm and deliberate, Malik exudes a quiet confidence and self-assuredness-sometimes to the extent that he would be considered cocky, but not overtly so except when working with other Turians, an attempt to compensate for perceived untrustworthiness. Totally independent and self-sufficient wherever possible, he rarely relies on other people, and even when working with others, typically only does so with a backup plan. While not overly suave, he's able to talk his way into, and out of, any situation he needs, wants or finds himself in.
Equipment:
Malik generally 'acquires' any required equipment on a per-job basis, and disposes of it judiciously afterwards to keep anything from tracing back to him. However, he does keep a few personal pieces for self-defence or jobs requiring less obscurity:
Armour: Mesh armour underlayer, capable of providing some resistance to small arms fire and lower-grade melee weapons, with built-in shield generator.
Weapons: M-77 Paladin and M-97 Viper
Equipment: Personal Cloak
Backstory:
Born and raised on Palaven, Malik was told from a young age to wear the bare face of a pure homeworld bloodline like a badge of honour. Unfortunately, few others agreed with his perspective on the matter, and he has spent the rest of his life perpetually stigmatized as untrustworthy. Despite it, his childhood was largely unremarkable, as was an ensuing move to the Citadel to pursue a career in C-SEC's Intelligence division.
It took several largely unremarkable, if occasionally frustrating years at C-SEC before the events that would lead him out of largely mundane life of civil service. Analysis of an old case file revealed that, for several years, a known slaver had been given numerous passes by other officers, allowed to work largely unrestricted in exchange for various favours and kickbacks. Warnings raised to his superiors were ignored or outright rejected, brushed off either on account of his reputation or complicity with the scheme itself.
One night, Malik decided to personally escalate the matter. Sneaking out a spare uniform and pistol, and creating himself a set of false credentials, he posed as a normal officer and followed the slaver for several hours until he had a plausible cause to stop him in a secluded area. His original plan was to threaten him, convince him to leave or that his scheme was over and that he'd be thrown in jail forever if he continued.
However, once he confronted the slaver, he simply shot him instead.
Initially distraught by his actions, he was soon overcome by a wave of accomplishment, satisfied that he'd made the galaxy a slightly better place. The slaver's body, uniform, pistol and anything else that could have associated himself with the events were disposed of in a matter incinerator, and he returned to work a changed man.
Over the course of years, the events would repeat themselves, Malik devoting his spare hours teaching himself the skills to find and take out those who he deemed of a net loss to the galaxy. But, through a combination of mistakes, word of his actions came out-but not to his colleagues, to the colleagues of those he'd killed. But instead of inviting vengeance, he soon found himself receiving job offers-the worst of the Citadel being targeted by those only slightly better, but typically for handsome sums of money.
It was after a few of these offers Malik realized the value of being a codified assassin. His first course of action was to disappear-nothing so dramatic as a faked death, but a simple set of fake credentials and a programmed history for his old identity, showing an endless loop of transfers and a series of menial records that would suggest he simply existed and lead an unremarkable life. That paired with his virtual invisibility to his largely Turian co-workers, any of whom were more than happy to see he'd been 'transferred' ensured that nobody-nobody of significance-would come looking for him.
His old identity nailed linked to a life of obscurity, Malik took on a life as an assassin, accepting contracts based entirely on whether he agreed that the target was worth killing. He has a credo-never kill anyone for somebody worse, one that's served him flawlessly to date.
Race: Turian
Sex: Male
Age: 29
Born: 2156
Occupation: Assassin (Formerly C-SEC Intelligence)
Combat Class: Infiltrator
Appearance:
Skin colour: Dark tan
Facial Tattoos: None (Barefaced)
Height: 6'
Physical Features:
Physically fairly unremarkable by Turian standards, aside from the lack of facial markings. He's physically fit, but not exceptionally so. His clothing is generally chosen to be clean and well-tailored, but also fairly unremarkable-what would pass as 'professionally casual' wherever he's currently working.
Personality:
Generally quite calm and deliberate, Malik exudes a quiet confidence and self-assuredness-sometimes to the extent that he would be considered cocky, but not overtly so except when working with other Turians, an attempt to compensate for perceived untrustworthiness. Totally independent and self-sufficient wherever possible, he rarely relies on other people, and even when working with others, typically only does so with a backup plan. While not overly suave, he's able to talk his way into, and out of, any situation he needs, wants or finds himself in.
Equipment:
Malik generally 'acquires' any required equipment on a per-job basis, and disposes of it judiciously afterwards to keep anything from tracing back to him. However, he does keep a few personal pieces for self-defence or jobs requiring less obscurity:
Armour: Mesh armour underlayer, capable of providing some resistance to small arms fire and lower-grade melee weapons, with built-in shield generator.
Weapons: M-77 Paladin and M-97 Viper
Equipment: Personal Cloak
Backstory:
Born and raised on Palaven, Malik was told from a young age to wear the bare face of a pure homeworld bloodline like a badge of honour. Unfortunately, few others agreed with his perspective on the matter, and he has spent the rest of his life perpetually stigmatized as untrustworthy. Despite it, his childhood was largely unremarkable, as was an ensuing move to the Citadel to pursue a career in C-SEC's Intelligence division.
It took several largely unremarkable, if occasionally frustrating years at C-SEC before the events that would lead him out of largely mundane life of civil service. Analysis of an old case file revealed that, for several years, a known slaver had been given numerous passes by other officers, allowed to work largely unrestricted in exchange for various favours and kickbacks. Warnings raised to his superiors were ignored or outright rejected, brushed off either on account of his reputation or complicity with the scheme itself.
One night, Malik decided to personally escalate the matter. Sneaking out a spare uniform and pistol, and creating himself a set of false credentials, he posed as a normal officer and followed the slaver for several hours until he had a plausible cause to stop him in a secluded area. His original plan was to threaten him, convince him to leave or that his scheme was over and that he'd be thrown in jail forever if he continued.
However, once he confronted the slaver, he simply shot him instead.
Initially distraught by his actions, he was soon overcome by a wave of accomplishment, satisfied that he'd made the galaxy a slightly better place. The slaver's body, uniform, pistol and anything else that could have associated himself with the events were disposed of in a matter incinerator, and he returned to work a changed man.
Over the course of years, the events would repeat themselves, Malik devoting his spare hours teaching himself the skills to find and take out those who he deemed of a net loss to the galaxy. But, through a combination of mistakes, word of his actions came out-but not to his colleagues, to the colleagues of those he'd killed. But instead of inviting vengeance, he soon found himself receiving job offers-the worst of the Citadel being targeted by those only slightly better, but typically for handsome sums of money.
It was after a few of these offers Malik realized the value of being a codified assassin. His first course of action was to disappear-nothing so dramatic as a faked death, but a simple set of fake credentials and a programmed history for his old identity, showing an endless loop of transfers and a series of menial records that would suggest he simply existed and lead an unremarkable life. That paired with his virtual invisibility to his largely Turian co-workers, any of whom were more than happy to see he'd been 'transferred' ensured that nobody-nobody of significance-would come looking for him.
His old identity nailed linked to a life of obscurity, Malik took on a life as an assassin, accepting contracts based entirely on whether he agreed that the target was worth killing. He has a credo-never kill anyone for somebody worse, one that's served him flawlessly to date.