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Vahlens Quandry,Deck 3, Suite 37, Tarpin, Torino (Torino)Aliases:
Officially none. Unofficially “That sneaky shit” “That fucking Salarian”Sex:
InfitratorTalents & Specializations:
Stealth, Security systems, Melee combat, Fast talking (even for a Salarian), good computer skills,Streetwise, Drinking enough caffeine to kill a Yahg and innate ability to piss off just about anyone when he wants.Professions:
Cat burglar (specializes in corporate espionage), Hijacker, Adrenalin junkie. Personality:
Torino is about the most fun loving care free Salarian to ever live. Having been raised by humans he has a deep bond with those he considers family, which confuses the hell out of other Salarians. Loves to party and pester, usually at the same time. He has been referred to as the Salarian equivalent to a nosey 6 year old human. Curiousity WILL indeed kill him someday as he can’t bring himself to turn down a challenge. Above all else Torino is loyal. If you have earned his respect he would not think twice before diving into the mouth of a thresher maw if he thought it would bring you back. Has little concern with his own life. Not that he is suicidal, he just understands that his time is shorter than everyone elses so if someone has to go it might as well be him. History:
Torino is the most messed up Salarian to ever Salarian. His parents were on a trip back to their home world so that their clutch could be inducted into the family as was tradition. Massive engine failure set them adrift unfortunately. Most of the clutch was killed in the explosions the rocked the ship and those that survived were born out of the standard precautions. Most were able to bond with the mother but Torino had first laid eyes on the human nurse that worked the infirmary. After that it was too late. The father simply asked the captain to jettison the defective child for it would never be accepted in Salarian society. The nurse, unable to have children of her own, protested and demanded he be able to live.
The Captain was worried about causing an incident but when the father simply waved the child away claiming he wouldn’t be responsible for such a foolish act, all were relieved. Over the next few weeks the tiny Salarian got very good at hiding from its birth family for fear of death while at the same time becoming impossibly good at sneaking out of his pen to seek out his “mother” the nurse. Once the ship was rescued and everyone returned home, Torino got his first glimpse of society.
In the years to come he grew up incredibly fast, as all Salarians did, and matured at an alarming rate at the dismay of his mother. By the time he was six he had passed all the standard testing and was bored. Growing up in the Attican Traverse wasn’t an easy life. Soon Torino fell in with the wrong crowd and was inducted into one of the gangs in the system. Never one to back away from a challenge, he took the opportunity to show everyone what he could do. Never liking the stigma of a worthless castoff he made it his business to be the best damn thief he could. Speed had always been an obsession of his, a side effect of being born in space going near light speed he bragged. As such his first scores were fast vehicles. He had gotten pretty good with them after a few bang ups and one crash that left his collar broken.
A few more years passed and eventually Torino was able to start taking jobs instead of doing what he had to to survive. Sending money home whenever he could he began traveling from place to place, picking up work as he went. When jobs were light he would even take up honest work as an extra pilot to get to the next system. He even started to earn a reputation as the man who could get the hard jobs done. He found himself in a dangerous spot however. To good to be ignored by syndicates and too much of a loose canon to be allowed to run free. That’s when he was presented with an option, work for the Omega Syndicate or don’t work anymore. He knew what the actual second choice was and he didn’t fancy being jettisoned out an air lock.
When everything went to hell, during a take over of leadership, Torino saw his chance and jumped ship. It would take weeks for them to get a real head count again. Plus considering that Torino wasn’t a direct gun of the syndicate, more of a call in specialist, he doubted they would ever bother tracking him down. Or so he hopes. Appearance & Equipment:
Standing 6’5 and weighing 135lbs, this green skinned Salarian looks like a big eyed blade of grass. Rarely able to stand still he tends to bounce while standing or pace which is very annoying. When not working, Torino dresses as a human teenager would. Tight graphic t-shirts and baggy shorts all while sporting custom made sunglasses, because it looks cool. He tends to slouch over dramatically and makes sure everyone around him knows that he is bored. When at work he is the exact opposite however. Every move is calculated and done to optimum efficiency. Its at these times people usually remember that he is in fact a Salarian.
Standard equipment: Assortment of clothes, sunglasses, communication link, chronometer, music player with a nearly infinite play-list, caffeinated beverage of some kind.
Omni-tool with energy drain module (Designed to drain systems not enemy shields and powers the tactical cloak for longer use), Next-gen infiltrator armor (completely enclosed) and tactical cloak. Multiple security bypass devices, Microfilament rope dispenser, 1 EMP/arc grenade…just incase things go sideways. Misc. Notes:
Torinos mother is still alive and he constantly sends money to her when he can. He is named after the families most treasured heirloom a 1972 Gran Torino Sport...yes its green.