Name: Rovist V'al
Race: Quarian
Gender: Male
Age: 19 in human years.
Allegiance: The migrant fleet.
Rank: Pilot.
Class: Sentinel.
Biography: Growing up on the crowded Flotilla would've been nearly traumatic for any other species, but when you are born into such a way of life, it's nothing to be overly concerned about. As the child of a councilman for his birthship, his life was a fair bit more privileged than the rest, which made the young Quarian feel incredibly isolated even at a young age. Unlike most others of his species, when he was required to move away from his birthship, he did so with zero hesitation. Frustrated, and increasingly disillusioned with the nomadic way of life his people were forced to live, he enlisted almost immediately in whatever program the Admiralty Board offered in terms of piloting and navigation.
By the time it came for him to make his Pilgrimage, Rovist had hoarded not only enough credits to buy passage to Citadel station, but a lifesupport vest made from a fairly well-to-do organization, and even his father's pistol. His story begins just as he manages to step foot on citadel station.. Wafting about aimlessly like a jobless Hanar, and as unwelcome as a Elcor at Chora's Den.
Appearance: Standing about a head or so taller than a human male, Rovist is a bit on the short side, even for his species. His custom fitted lifesuit may follow the same basic design as the rest of his people, though it has a more combat-oriented look than most. Light gray, with red decorative marks over the shoulders and thighs, the design has some cultural significance of his skill at the head of a cruiser, but it brings more attention to his person than he initially intended. His helmet is completely gray opaque, save a few green tracking lines that streak across it when something moves through his view. From a distance he appears to be just another short Quarian, though 'face to face,' one can easily notice his uniqueness.
Personality/tone: Perhaps a bit more abrasive than he really intends, an isolated childhood leads him to run headfirst into any situation that might lead him into a friendship, or something useful for his pilgrimage. His voice, as altered through the speaker as it may be, is a tad bit high pitched.. Almost, breathless, as if he had to make every single syllable count.
[I'll try and write something about his physical appearance in a bit! :D]
Once you describe how he looks I will approve him.
Approved! good job Rovist!
Edit: Damn... Rasen beat me to it :P
Are you trying to override my approval?
Well.. I threw a post out there in the docks at citadel station.. Thanks you approval..! I hope to post here frequently, and remain ever active!