Character Name: Asora Pasaen
Species: Asari
Gender: None existent
Age: 237
Height: 5'10
Weight: 152 Ibs
Eye Color:
Physical Description:
Stunning red skin pushes her away from the familiar color of the asari species, her species. Only blue markings running from her cheek in the form of two lines into the folds of skin tossed with spheres of blue. Unlike her fellow asari Asora was borne petite with sharp thin features from head to tow.
Asora enjoys folds of soft clothing. Robes of dark colors and high necks. Unrevealing and simple. Sometimes this cannot always be accomplished in her line of work. So when the fighting comes her armor is painted black like the night.
Background Summary: A religion or a cult? How do you tell the two apart? Certainly without arguement Matriach Ransen created a cult. A wretched excuse for religion, no it was an excuse for power. Power hungry the century old Matriarch had become delusional with her old age. Only few things attracted her and one was a lustful want for command, control, and dominion. Why not a religion? No, a cult. She proclaimed that she was the prophet of Athame the goddess of the asari. Why stop there? Melding the asari's mainstream religion Sairi the idea that the universe was all one she crafted a attractive religion. With it she collected maiden followers of the asari. These curious young sheep were swiftly entangled in her fingers of control. Athame's Flock she would call them. Unlike peaceful teachings she spoke of violence and remarks of hatred towards the Council and humans. Telling that they were breaking the unity that should be between all races. But if they weren't going to listen she would tell them they would die. Allowing the unity to form.
The Council put out a warrant for her arrest. The faithful followers whipped cleanly a party of Asari soldiers swiftly and openly confessed that they were their murderers. This sparked a witch hunt on the cult but they had already made their escape into the Traverse upon their ship the Redemption.
Ransen preached of a new army. Asora would come from the Matriarchs rare meldings. Asora was proclaimed to be some sort of future prophet and leader. Becoming the Matriarchs person pet to weave into whatever she wished. The crew expanded and the young asari grew. Asora was respected called the 'daughter'. Daughter Asora Resnen's heir to the shepherd.
For Asora life wasn't a constant petting by the Matriarch and her followers but grueling training. Rensen wanted a warrior a terrorist to go up against governments and break them. Destroy moral and all forms of governing for the cult taught that if everybody was broken free from their own personal bonds of commitment to rules that true unity would form and each race and creature would see truth. These lies continued to warp her followers minds making them blind instruments. But the Matriarch made one mistake and that one would destroy her. Asora knew the truth sometimes the one shown the most of a religion is the one to not to believe it.
By asari years she was young, fifteen when she decided it was time to be a traitor. One message only, a distress call. Like a bug to a light it sent a horde of pirate fleets upon the small ship. The Redemption was no match for the onslaught of pillaging pirates. The Reclamation fell under their arms and weapons. She hid, watching from the shadows as the ship became stripped and the survivors raped and throats slashed. Emotionless, she was almost as cruel as Ransen. Grinning as the cult was subject to genocide.
The pirates left as they came, swiftly. But not without a passenger. Pirates do not take unwanted guests very well. Leaving Asora with few choices. Beg for mercy or hide. Sadly there was no choice but to go aboard. The Reclamation was left nothing more then a skeleton of its former glory. A dead end.
Within the first days of hiding the pirates craft would fall into dead space. Unmoving dead weight in the ocean of space and stars. This was her chance. With the Matriarch she wasn't left with no training.
For the first time she would star a weapon in the face with somebody who wouldn't have no shame in pulling its trigger. She wanted to say something she said, just one thing. Her luck would reign, the drunk of a mechanic was 'no more' and there was an opening. Lying of her age she would somehow survive long enough to become the ships engineer. Only for a short amount of time. The short short of being a privateer would teach her of the evil of thugs and criminals. The uncaring and greedy bastards, something bad was going to happen to her if she didn't do something and soon. The first moment she could jump onto flat ground she took.
As soon as the ship touched atmosphere she leaped off board. As the ship berthed against the planet Antirumgon. Skipping off the ship carefully and without notice proved difficult but she made it or this story would have ended.
The sun, atmosphere, gravity, it was a strange new intoxicating addiction. She had never felt the air against her skin. Fresh air scented with a thousand smells. It was a new wonderland.
Asora became a traveler on a long pilgrimage. It is not possible to count how many ships she boarded and how many trips through the universe she took. Paying with collected money and odd jobs to earn her ride. She never stooped low to becoming a whore created month long durations of time holed up on some back water colony trying to get out to find a new ship to ferry her across the universe. This interstellar travel crafted the asari making her strong and quick. Flexible to the most dangerous situations. Oh life was not without scrapes with death. All sorts of evil waited in every corner.
Throughout her journeys she started hearing stories of places. The Citadel where the Council was based from and many pleasant planets. It was so foreign to her as slowly she made her way to the more 'civilized' parts of the Milky Way moving away from the dark reaches of space.
She visited the Citadel and here she knew that she had found somewhere she wished to be. Rolling herself into the planets society she started tending a bar and then guarding it. Keeping fights from bursting out with cool words or breaking them with iron firsts. It was an interesting life and her skills caught the eyes of C-Sec officers. Stepping aside from her life at bars and stores she used her collected money for specialized training. Learning more of fighting and for an asari ten years of training was acceptable. An ambassador vouched for her and thus her enrollment into C-Sec was complete. With further training she was deemed a true part of the Citadel Security Services, C-Sec. The planet was dull and unexciting to her and very much different then her earlier life. The Special Response sector brought some sort of excitement.
Special Response was a rough place. Not just because of the forces they faced but because of their comrades. Mostly Turian (as most of C-Sec) at first they didn't trust her as they did others. So thin and tiny what could she do? Over time she proved them wrong. Over time she became a notable figure in C-Sec. Instead of following in other officers shadows into battle she would be in the front first to shoot and last to leave. She had become a warrior.
Though over time the constricting rules of C-Sec burned at her temper. Asora like many other officers were angered by the layers and layers of rules. She decided it was time to take a vacation.
There was a new enemy. After nearly fifty years of exploration, fifty years of C-Sec service, learning, and outliving her once made friends a new enemy arose. Not the danger of pirates and other vile characters of society but the geth. She was there when they first arrive. A colony she had set up momentary camp at tending to the colonists mechanical needs for her human comrades. From a mechanic to a warrior she swiftly changed. The geth.
Asora believed this was the end of C-Sec and her life. Synthetics from the sky? They did not feel pain nor fear. Perfect enemies even for the trained asari. She fought back, colliding with the geth in battle with fellow colonists. Surviving on small arms and stolen geth weaponry. The invasion of the geth seemed to target the humans but it wasn't a person vendetta. The human race had colonized far away from Citadel space. Perfect places for the geth to set up bases of operations.
Each time she ran they attacked. She watched humans crushed under the thump of the new enemy. Finally revenge was hers as she through another stroke of luck came aboard a Alliance ship headed for the Citadel. Perhaps years of C-Sec service did bring its rewards.
Asora was there for the destruction of Sovereign. As the plumes of smoke cleared she was the first to be there. Brandishing her old C-Sec uniform she pounced upon the opportunity to help. Wrecked spacecraft, injured soldiers, and busted mechanics. Each job thrown to her was done swiftly for she knew a future purpose for her. C-Sec had not been able to save the Citadel but a Specter and a human Specter at that. This boosted her respect for the race. Truly they deserved a place on the council but it meant more to her. Young she had hundreds of future years to spend stomping evil and bringing down firsts of justice.
Her life became absorbed in her future. Her apartment almost forgotten in her agenda. She still worked within C-Sec during her spare time between training and learning. She continued her righteous work following her code of morals, 'do whatever you have to do to make it %1 better.' Even if it meant back room deals.
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Weapon: Raptor IV (AR), Stiletto VI (P), Scimitar II (SG), Avenger IV (SR)
Equipment: Kinetic Stabilizer III (AR), Heat Sink III (P), Shredder Rounds III (AR+P)
Biotic Ability: Moderate
Armor: Ursa VII [Light]
Upgrades: Medical Interface V
Rank: N/A
Due for Promotion: No
