Name: Stephen Grayson.
Race: Human
Age: 26
Class: Ye Olde Infiltrator
Class Specialization: Assassination and Espionage
Appearance: Stephen is a reasonable height, standing at 6 foot, 2 inches. He has fistfuls of blonde hair and striking hazel eyes that seem to constantly be analyzing. Stephen is talented at wearing faces, and you'll commonly see him with a smile on his lips. Something that seems to give people the silly impression that he is, in fact, some sort of Happy-go-lucky joker character. This is, however, a falsehood. Sometimes in flashes of annoyance, or when people seem not to be looking, they will see that Stephen's eyes have a habit of shifting to a cold, almost dead gaze: betraying the more hidden face behind an assassin's trained mask.
Underneath whatever attire Stephen wears hides a great few oddities. He is as toned and handsome underneath as you'd expect except for his left side. From the left side of his breast and all the way down he left arm, the entirety of his flesh is replaced by synthetic cybernetics. The results of a rather traumatic accident 4 years ago that separated the assassin from his flesh and part of his lung. The synthetics now keep him alive, as well as providing him a much needed second arm.
History: For all intents and purposes, Stephen is a very lucky man. He has; Good looks, intellect, a keen wit, good connections and a skill with a rifle most dream about, wrap that in an 'agent of the Shadow broker' bow and you've got yourself a dream package. A man with constant income, a steady job and a way to keep the boredom at bay. At least that was the case some...four years ago? The story itself is hidden in the archives of the Alliance's hidden and classified files. Something never seen by the council and known only by the Alliance and the Shadow broker.
Stephen worked under for the Shadow broker from the day he reached the Citadel, 7 years ago: for it was one of the Shadow broker's agents who paid for him to get their, after having been scammed by the 19 year old human from one of the alliances' first colonies. At first, he would start near the bottom of the ladder, acting as anything from liaison to hired muscle. It wasn't until his first assassination mission that Stephen truly began to be noticed. The execution was flawless and left a good impression. Stephen climbed in the ranks of the Shadow Broker's organization for a good few years. Earning a name for himself, a nickname to be exact: Mjolnir.
What happened next is where the red tape starts. 4 years ago, on a mission that is wrapped up in files that are hidden from anyone but the most elite of the Alliance's higher-ups or the most trusted in the Shadow brokers, yet one thing is widely known: Stephen was betrayed. Someone had tipped off the mark, a Blue suns merc who'd pissed off the wrong person. Sadly for Stephen, the Blue Sun decided that the best way to deal with the situation was a tactical Cobra missile to his Transport cruiser. Micheal didn't crawl out of the wreckage, as he was pinned under the weight of most of the cruiser. His entire left arm and part of his chest, crushed. If not for a good bit of luck, Stephen 'Mjolnir' Grayson would be dead these days. Yet a Doctor with far too much Medigel passed by and stabilized him long enough to get him to a hospital, where he was put onto the path of recovery.
It was suspected that Stephen would be left permanently incapacitated by the attempt on his life. A synthetic arm was one thing, but a lung puncture of that scale was not something thought to be irreparable. Stephen made a deal with the Shadow Broker: a last job, if you will. He paid nearly every credit to his name in order to gain access to some of the most illegal and experimental synthetic technology. The majority of it was fairly standard, a new arm was easy to get, but it was the Lung patch that would be an issue. No mere Software of VI could calibrate and control the contractions of a semi-smart, expanding synthetic material. So Stephen did the only rational thing, he had a limitered AI installed into the Arm, controlling both it and the Lung patch.
It took two whole years for Stephen to accumulate the parts, undergo Sixty three sessions of surgery as well as a painful physiotherapy course. At the age of Twenty-four, having already been scarred for life, Stephen walked out of the hospital that had been a second home for over Seven hundred days, never returning again.
Two days after his release, the Blue suns commander was found dead, a sniper round in between his eyes.
In the currant days, Stephen works as a double life. Part time member of a private security firm's board of directors and part time Shadow Broker officer. He works on the Citadel even now and acts as one of the Shadow broker's top agents aboard the Citadel.
Powers: Tactical Cloak, Sabotage, Overload, Assassination
Weaponry: M-92 Mantis,
M-11 SuppressorSexual Orientation: Straight
Preferred Position: More dominating tendencies.
