Name: Reven'val vas Blackjack
Species: Quarian           Gender: Male


Stats: Hard, (+1), Hot (-1), Sharp (+1), Cool (+2), Weird (+0)
Injuries: Light [ ] Moderate [ ] Severe [ ] Critical [ ]
Stress: [ ] [ ] [-1] [-2] [-3]
XP: [3] of [10]
Credits: -1

Character Description: Wiry, Awkward, Sharp
Advancement Trigger: Technocrat- A system's security is breached.
Flags:
Cautious: Give me an opportunity that requires I put myself in unnecessary danger.
Cryptic: Ask me for advice or assistance that I refuse to give a straight answer to.

Calamities :

ARCHETYPE: Troubleshooter
Origin: GALACTIC
Repair - When using a repair bay or workshop, your Patch Up can be used to install replacement parts and perform major reconstruction on machines. This repairs critical and fatal breakages.

Career: TECHNOCRAT
Artificial Intelligence - You have the loyalty of a digital, artificial intelligence NPC. Give it a name and a 2-4 word description of its personality. It can enter, unlock and activate systems at your Command. Your AI can only be in one system at a time.
Hijack - When you Access a system, it locks out everyone else. You can open the system to anyone you wish.

Career: CLANDESTINE
Stealth - Whenever you can move around freely and are unobserved, you can choose to vanish without a trace. While missing, you may show up in the midst of events, as long as you can explain how you got there.

Species Skill: PILGRIMAGE: A quarian spends much time in hostile environments among the other species of the galaxy; they have advantage to reading dangerous situations.

Languages: Human, Quarian

Assets:
Class 0 Exosuit (regular clothing)
Class 1 Light Armor (+2 Armor)
N7 Valiant Sniper Rifle (Class 2, Critical harm, Two-handed, Far/Distant, Scope)
M1 Suppressor Heavy Pistol, Disruptor Mod (Class 2, Kinetic, Severe Harm, Slow,
Adjacent/Close, One-Handed, Silenced, Disruptor)
Omniblade (Class 2, Melee, Energy, Defensive, Severing)
Omnitool (Class 1 Computer Kit)


Workspaces: Observer: A maintenance bay full of sensors and recording equipment that constantly monitors the well-being of the ship, instantly alerting Reven to any problems in its systems.

Backstory:

"Like nearly every quarian from the past few hundred years, I was born on one of the ships of the Migrant fleet, the Blackjack. It used to be a pleasure cruiser for some big-shot human gambler, I think, before his luck went bad and he went bankrupt, hence the name. At least, that's the story I got told- all I know for sure is it was a fancy piece of work, compared to most of the ships in our fleet, and we got it super cheap. I mean, to be real honest, it was a bit too fancy- maintaining it was a pain and a half, and we eventually had to strip out all of the shiny crap to make it easier to do repairs.

But it was a decent enough life, I guess. Cramped, though I didn't really understand that at the time- that's just how things are on the Fleet. Too many quarians, not enough room. I liked my personal space, though, so I learned how to find little nooks where I could get a bit of privacy. It was usually pretty boring, so a bunch of us kids decided to look into our ship's namesake. That led to us learning human card games, and then a bit of gambling, and... well, let's just say I got called a "bad influence" a lot. Don't worry about it, though, that's in the past. Mostly.

Anyway, as I got older, I started to learn the stuff you need to know to keep a ship going. How to fix broken things, how to program... got my first omnitool with my first exosuit. It was neat, the sorts of things you could learn to do with it... ahem. Anyway. The Captain of the Blackjack liked that I could crawl into tight spaces and get at stuff other people couldn't access, even if half the time they would've preferred I didn't mess with what I messed with... look, don't worry about it. Point is I got a reputation as a troubleshooter, finding problems and fixing them wherever they popped up. And I assure you, those problems were only occasionally my fault.

Eventually, I went on my Pilgrimage, wound up working with a merc crew. Not Blood Pack or anything, some independent types trying to make a name for themselves. How'd I wind up working for mercs? Look, don't worry about it. Point is, that's where I learned not just to sneak around, but how to fight back. Found I had a liking for the sniper rifle. Also found out the crew liked to kick around the funny little quarian with the funny little accent. And when I found out the crew was hitting a station to grab some kind of secret military tech? Well, I arranged for them to kind of accidentally maybe get caught by Alliance soldiers, and walked away with the tech while they were occupied. It made for an excellent gift to the Fleet, if I do say so myself. When they asked me where I got it, I told them not to worry about it.

And for a while, everything was good. Kept on doing the troubleshooting thing, right up until the Reapers attacked, and suddenly the shooting of trouble got much more literal. I wound up getting sent all over the galaxy looking for ways to fight the geth and the Reapers, and... well, you know how it all went. The mass relays blew up, I got stranded on Omega, got myself a new AI buddy, and now I'm just looking to make some credits so I can get back to the fleet. Or, if I heard right, so I can get back to our homeworld.

How am I hoping to get back? Well... don't worry about it. Keelah se'lai."