Post by Javik on Apr 26, 2012 20:48:32 GMT -5
Character Application[/u][/size]
Character Name: Javik
Race: Prothean
Class: Vanguard
Equipment: Scorpion, M-358 Talon
Armor: {N7 Helmet}
{N7 shoulder pads}
{Hahne-Kedar (Arms)}
{N7 Chestplate}
{Hahne-Kedar (Legs)}
Biological Information[/u]
Height: 7'3
Weight: 340
Appearance:
Personality: Though not particularly vicious, one can't help but note that Javik usually does not speak anything but blunt truths. Though others will dare to hope, Javik never sees things save for what they are, no matter how bleak or offensive his observations. The Prothean is notably quiet with the defeat of the Reapers, and though he certainly doesn't seem happy, he seems at least content that he was able to in a way avenge his people. Javik's past is shrouded in the same mystery as his race, and though some things are known about it, the rest the mysterious alien is content to leave to speculation.
As was the philosophy of his race, Javik sees little value in those weaker than himself or those who hesitate to do what is necessary, and does not understand why the beings of this cycle seek to coddle the weaklings holding their civilizations back. As one would expect of the last of his race, Javik feels completely alone in the universe, though this side of him is never seen. He has made it known that the only reason he has remained on the Citadel is his respect for Commander Shepard and her completion of the vengeance he sought to bring to the Reapers. He has spent the majority of his time learning what he has missed since the beginning of his 50,000 year sleep, and despite his rather brutish philosophical outlook has quickly mastered the less advanced machinery omnipresent in the new cycle. There is some deal of internal conflict in Javik with the defeat of the Reapers; the peace he never expected presents endless possibilities, which is rather overwhelming even for him.
History: Javik is the last Prothean in the entire galaxy. His race fought a long and bloody war against the Reapers in the previous cycle, and himself and a detachment of soldiers at the end of it set themselves to a cryogenic sleep so that they may attempt to rebuild and establish defenses against the Reapers after they had left. The plan was a failure when a small group of indoctrinated Protheans sabotaged the facility, causing a large number of the stasis pods to malfunction. As the facility was damaged badly, most of the power was diverted to the stasis pod of the commander; Javik. The power levels insufficient to power the other pods, the last vestiges of the Prothean race died as Javik slept. He remained in stasis for fifty thousand years, only to be awakened by Commander Shepard and learn what had happened.
After this, the Prothean vowed to destroy the Reapers thoroughly to avenge his kind. He fought alongside Shepard and at times found himself looking forward to the possible peace. When all was said and done, Javik hardly knew what to do. With the Reapers gone, his sole purpose of vengeance seemed to have been fulfilled save for ceaseless inquiries about matters of his time. He considered simply disappearing, deciding in the end to remain where Commander Shepard was. He sees there being no higher honor than to work for the being that destroyed the Reapers, primitive or otherwise. While he does not have an active role in anything, telling where he is is fairly simple; following the groups of scientists babbling about the Prothean race will lead one right to wherever he happens to be standing.
Roleplay Sample: Peace was an alien and strange concept to the ancient Prothean gazing upon the Citadel. He doubted he would tire of the sight of this ancient place. Even with every primitive in the galaxy attempting to interrogate him, he doubted there was anywhere else he would rather be. There was no point in locating his old home world save to gather what gadgets may still be functioning. Likely the primitives' scientists were scrambling to bring whatever they could find to him, as they had been doing; he had twice been shown grooming devices and musical instruments he had only heard of by hearsay... and they had thought them all manner of absurd things from weapons to computers. Ridiculous that they called themselves scientists. But then, they were primitives after all; he didn't expect a society that had come up fifty thousand years after his race had already been lost to understand anything the Protheans had built. Finding out how much they reverse-engineered from their technology-- The Asari perhaps more than others-- was a shock in itself.
"No, I'm not answering your questions whoever you are," Javik said at the sound of something approaching. "I'd rather be left alone now." he added, not casting a look behind him to see who or what it was coming to him. The retreating footsteps were a welcome change. He was almost used to hearing 'Just one question!' or begging. His mind wandered back to the new peace; even with the universe primarily safe, he still wore his red Prothean armor. Regardless of the fact that there were no appropriate clothing choices available besides his undergarments, he felt too exposed without the armor. Perhaps in the future things would change. But for now, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Perhaps the Asari gets her philosopher after all," Javik mused, remembering her... heated words aboard the Normandy. Strange the way primitives looked at his race. Perhaps they had seemed as gods to them, perhaps they just had overactive imaginations in those times. Javik turned his eyes from the view of space and the rest of the station back towards the crowds of people who wandered the Citadel going about their business. As usual they parted as if he were emitting a particle shield, some gawking and others whispering to passerby in amazement. He had to resist the urge to roll either of his two sets of eyes in annoyance, instead merely focusing on returning to the medical bay the commander was in. Perhaps now the woman actually had orders for him, if she had woken at all.
Character Name: Javik
Race: Prothean
Class: Vanguard
Equipment: Scorpion, M-358 Talon
Armor: {N7 Helmet}
{N7 shoulder pads}
{Hahne-Kedar (Arms)}
{N7 Chestplate}
{Hahne-Kedar (Legs)}
Biological Information[/u]
Height: 7'3
Weight: 340
Appearance:
Personality: Though not particularly vicious, one can't help but note that Javik usually does not speak anything but blunt truths. Though others will dare to hope, Javik never sees things save for what they are, no matter how bleak or offensive his observations. The Prothean is notably quiet with the defeat of the Reapers, and though he certainly doesn't seem happy, he seems at least content that he was able to in a way avenge his people. Javik's past is shrouded in the same mystery as his race, and though some things are known about it, the rest the mysterious alien is content to leave to speculation.
As was the philosophy of his race, Javik sees little value in those weaker than himself or those who hesitate to do what is necessary, and does not understand why the beings of this cycle seek to coddle the weaklings holding their civilizations back. As one would expect of the last of his race, Javik feels completely alone in the universe, though this side of him is never seen. He has made it known that the only reason he has remained on the Citadel is his respect for Commander Shepard and her completion of the vengeance he sought to bring to the Reapers. He has spent the majority of his time learning what he has missed since the beginning of his 50,000 year sleep, and despite his rather brutish philosophical outlook has quickly mastered the less advanced machinery omnipresent in the new cycle. There is some deal of internal conflict in Javik with the defeat of the Reapers; the peace he never expected presents endless possibilities, which is rather overwhelming even for him.
History: Javik is the last Prothean in the entire galaxy. His race fought a long and bloody war against the Reapers in the previous cycle, and himself and a detachment of soldiers at the end of it set themselves to a cryogenic sleep so that they may attempt to rebuild and establish defenses against the Reapers after they had left. The plan was a failure when a small group of indoctrinated Protheans sabotaged the facility, causing a large number of the stasis pods to malfunction. As the facility was damaged badly, most of the power was diverted to the stasis pod of the commander; Javik. The power levels insufficient to power the other pods, the last vestiges of the Prothean race died as Javik slept. He remained in stasis for fifty thousand years, only to be awakened by Commander Shepard and learn what had happened.
After this, the Prothean vowed to destroy the Reapers thoroughly to avenge his kind. He fought alongside Shepard and at times found himself looking forward to the possible peace. When all was said and done, Javik hardly knew what to do. With the Reapers gone, his sole purpose of vengeance seemed to have been fulfilled save for ceaseless inquiries about matters of his time. He considered simply disappearing, deciding in the end to remain where Commander Shepard was. He sees there being no higher honor than to work for the being that destroyed the Reapers, primitive or otherwise. While he does not have an active role in anything, telling where he is is fairly simple; following the groups of scientists babbling about the Prothean race will lead one right to wherever he happens to be standing.
Roleplay Sample: Peace was an alien and strange concept to the ancient Prothean gazing upon the Citadel. He doubted he would tire of the sight of this ancient place. Even with every primitive in the galaxy attempting to interrogate him, he doubted there was anywhere else he would rather be. There was no point in locating his old home world save to gather what gadgets may still be functioning. Likely the primitives' scientists were scrambling to bring whatever they could find to him, as they had been doing; he had twice been shown grooming devices and musical instruments he had only heard of by hearsay... and they had thought them all manner of absurd things from weapons to computers. Ridiculous that they called themselves scientists. But then, they were primitives after all; he didn't expect a society that had come up fifty thousand years after his race had already been lost to understand anything the Protheans had built. Finding out how much they reverse-engineered from their technology-- The Asari perhaps more than others-- was a shock in itself.
"No, I'm not answering your questions whoever you are," Javik said at the sound of something approaching. "I'd rather be left alone now." he added, not casting a look behind him to see who or what it was coming to him. The retreating footsteps were a welcome change. He was almost used to hearing 'Just one question!' or begging. His mind wandered back to the new peace; even with the universe primarily safe, he still wore his red Prothean armor. Regardless of the fact that there were no appropriate clothing choices available besides his undergarments, he felt too exposed without the armor. Perhaps in the future things would change. But for now, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Perhaps the Asari gets her philosopher after all," Javik mused, remembering her... heated words aboard the Normandy. Strange the way primitives looked at his race. Perhaps they had seemed as gods to them, perhaps they just had overactive imaginations in those times. Javik turned his eyes from the view of space and the rest of the station back towards the crowds of people who wandered the Citadel going about their business. As usual they parted as if he were emitting a particle shield, some gawking and others whispering to passerby in amazement. He had to resist the urge to roll either of his two sets of eyes in annoyance, instead merely focusing on returning to the medical bay the commander was in. Perhaps now the woman actually had orders for him, if she had woken at all.
