1x1 with Benathorn

[R0be0]

This is a one on one for me and Benathorn, you may read our progress, but refrain from posting please.

[R0be0]

Name: Styles.
Age: Oh, only about 50,000 and something. Still a young'in.
Gender: Despite her name seeming male Styles is very much so a female.
Species: Yeah, she's a Prothean. (Jealous much?)

Class: Adept. She's very skilled with biotics. But don't hand her any gun larger than a pistol, or god only knows what will happen.

Romantic Interest: Another Prothean named Advar.... But he died in the world dominating battle against the reapers fifty thousand years ago... So yeah.. She's unattached.
Family: Again they were.. destroyed... Or enslaved for their entire lives.. But now they're dead.

[Benathorn]

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Name: Felix Lee Talibus
Age: 27
Race: Turian
Gender: Male
Class: Havoc
Current Occupation: Hitman for hire on Omega.
Theme Song: Welcome to the new age



image (c) to me

~ Tнɛ βɛɢιииιиɢ ~

.: Name :.
Felix Lee Talibus
.: Gender :.
Male
.: Age :.
27
.: Race :.
Turian
.: Appearance :.
Felix does not look as young and spirited as he was seven years ago. Once he was honorable and bore his family's tribal markings with great pride. Now he is but a shell of his former self and was stripped of his facial markings with scarred features and a synthetic right arm. His appearance shows he has been through much but he still holds those same sharp green eyes and contrasting dark skin. Where once his red tribal markings were on his face, now only scars litter the left side and travel down to his shoulder and chest due to an accident while he was on the force. His appearance for the most part is obscured though, he no longer adorns the trademark Turian issued armor his race is known for always wearing. Felix sports more of a rouge-like appearance, light armor is his defense now and he wears a hood to hide his bare face. Turians with no tribal markings are not accepted by others of their race so he tends to stick with the humans and Quarians for company these days. His synthetic arm is mostly hidden in his long sleeves and one would only be able to tell if he were to remove his clothing. For the most part he still looks like he did when he was younger, but those who once knew him would say he is no longer the Turian they once called friend...
.: Class :.
Soldier Havoc/ Hit-man
.: Relationship Status :.
Felix no longer seeks the company of others to ease his stress. He does not need a female to make him feel he is wanted, all he cares for these days is revenge and credits. Though he has tried to mingle with others since it is only natural, he finds that he can never go through with it and simply rejects any offers. His past relationship seems to weigh heavily on his subconscious but he does enjoy at least having a few drinks and chatting a bit. Currently he is not romantically involved with anyone.
.: Sexual Orientation:.
Straight

~ Cнσσsɛ YѲʋя Ғαтɛ ~

.: Paragon-Renegade :.
Paragade
.: Personal History :.
The Past- Felix's history has become quite extensive and one he no longer wishes to reflect upon. When he first came to the Citadel he had enlisted in the C-sec academy due to being discharged from the Turian Legion. He was a Havoc Soldier of the 29th division. A fast and silent strike team which specialized in hitting the enemy hard and overwhelming them with precise brutality and force. His discharge was harsh and due to him striking back at his leading officer for disobeying the Turian's orders, but Felix simply states the officer was not meant to lead and that what he was doing was inhumane. He will not go into much more detail than that. After the incident his father, who was the a Turian Primarch at the time, was able to persuade the embassies to overlook his punishment and simply place him at the Citadel with an old family friend who led a part of the division. Felix worked here for six years before he came across a human female named Harriet Torch who seemingly changed his outlook on life. She was innocent than most but could hold her own while always being a friend to him. However, a human terrorist group had been emerging and had ambushed a shuttle which held his family on it. He was enlisted by his father to seek out his mother, brother, and sister but the outlook appeared bleak. On one of their leads Harry was snipped by a Cerberus agent and soon died in his arms shortly after. This compelled the young Turian to seek them out alongside another human female named Raziya and a female Krogan named Bane. Together they were able to locate the Cerberus group with the help of an undercover agent named Braig, who soon betrayed them to the ones they sought to destroy.

For eight months they were held captive and horrific tortures were placed upon them and others. Felix was tormented by a Cerberus doctor who subjugated him to torture which eventually lead to the loss of his arm. The very agent that had betrayed them soon saved them but forfeited his life in doing so. Felix was able to locate his younger sister and brother and fought for their chance to escape alongside Raziya and Bane. They were able to blow the facility up but in the process his younger brother lost his life as well, leaving only his sister the last surviving member of his family alongside him and his father. After the traumatic event they all went their separate ways. Felix and his little sister Sarrinia went back to Palaven with their father to mourn their dead while Bane and Raziya went their own ways as well. However it seemed this was not the end of their troubles...

The Present- Felix's father was murdered just last year, betrayed by a fellow comrade who was next to take the Primarch's place. The Turian's name was Gavitch, an older male who set out destroying what was left of their family since Talibus' were now so weakened from the loss of their other family members. Felix was placed on trail for being framed for killing his father, though he adamantly fought for his freedom alongside his sister, his record was not as pristine as that of the senior Turian Gavitch, and eventually he was permanently banished from Palaven and his name stricken from his clan's records. His tribal markings removed, he was brand as a traitor and would have been sentenced to death if not for his sister stepping in. She gave herself to Gavicth as his bond mate in exchange for her brother's life. Felix never got the chance to say goodbye before he was shipped off from his home planet.

Now Felix is alone, with no status or gratifying job. He has taken to becoming a hit-man, disposing of unwanted individuals for a price. Building a name for himself, he has actually become quite infamous and has even been hired by Aria a few times to take care of her bothersome clients who had gone too far. For now he resides on Omega and has been doing some business with the Red Talons, a Turian mercenary group who do not care if your bare-faced or not. His life is dictated where the credits flow now and a part of him is ashamed at himself for losing so much of his previous honors. He had climbed the ranks so far, only to be betrayed, beaten, tortured, and stripped of his ranks till now he is but a man for hire. Though he is good at what he does, he is able to release his anger upon his victims and no longer cares for the "Turian honor" that his kind is known for. All he has left now is his little sister but even that is but a far off dream. If you need him you can find him in the lower part of Afterlife...for the right price that is.


.: Your Greatest Fears :.
"My fears...why would you want to know that. Well, as long as you're paying me then sure, I will give you the grim details. There was once a time when all I feared was death but if you want my opinion that would certainly be a blessing at this point. Oh don't look at me like that, you will ruin your pretty little face if you do...Look, I've been through a lot of hell these past seven years. From Cerberus slowly taking a piece of my arm off each day to them killing my mother and brother and the one person I cared about. Now I'm not going to go all dark and secretive on you, I still have my fun. The females here are loose and if I wished I could take any of them I please, but I am just no longer that way. However, I will certainly have a good drink with you if your buying and if you have a job for me then I will have it taken care of professionally. Personally I think it's still pretty good that I have retained my sense of humor through all this. I can still make a good joke or two as I shoot your kneecaps off to get the information I desire, haha! But I think that is only funny to me cause the people I do that to don't seem to laugh when it's happening to them, oh well. Their loss...
Oh wait, your still here? Okay then, fine, I shall tell you what I am truly afraid of. I fear for my little sister everyday even though I have not heard from her in over a year. She gave herself to that !@#$ of a Turian Gavitch just so I could live. If anything happened to her I don't know what I would do. But my hate for that Turian is what keeps me going to this day. Mark my words, I shall be the one he fears by the end of this and will make sure he suffers for what he did to my family..."
.: Body Markings :.
"I once sported red tribal markings that distinguished me as a respected member of the clan Talibus. My linage was that of great soldiers and Primarche but now, well you can certainly see now huh? My face is bare beneath this hood and scarred badly to the left side and down my shoulder. You don't need to know how I got that though. My arm was the result of Cerberus having fun and torturing me slowly. Have you ever had a piece of your arm removed slowly each day? It was the worst pain I had ever felt but I guess I should thank them. Now I have a stronger tool at my disposal and the doctors who did this to me got to see me one last time before a squashed their heads...slowly. See? That's funny right? Well I think it is anyway. I guess you could call me handsome like some of the females do, but I don't really pay attention. I think they are just attracted because my face is hidden. Females tend to like that sort of thing. But if you saw my face and were a Turian you would be disgusted, hence why I only hang out at Omega. For the most part I am just your average Turian just trying to get by is all."
.: The Inner You :.
"You want to know more about me? Seriously? Well I do like credits and this has to be the easiest job ever. I guess you can say I am a bit rough, that I fight dirty, or prefer stabbing you in the back...that would all be true of course. To fight honorably gets you nowhere. I learned that out the hard way and I can assure you that your enemies do not care if you fight them with such beliefs. 'Nice guys always finish last' as the humans say, and I finished dead last...I've decided that the best way to get to your target is to fight like they do. Strike from the shadows, be quick and brutal if you need to, but dispose of them as they would you. A good lesson to learn my friend, there is little honor to be found in this galaxy. Either you kill them before they kill you. It's just a simple as that."

"I suppose in all honesty I used to never be this way. Hell, I was the one who would take down guys like me when I was an officer at C-sec. I used to always be the joker of the group but I did my job well. In fact I was always bored with my C-sec job since I was forced to leave the Legion. It was my younger brother's and mines dream to join them and we finally achieved it only to have it gone in the blink of an eye. You see, I was never too good at being a Turian I suppose. It was hard to listen to order when I knew that my way was better, but still I did my job. It was the order to kill innocent's that tipped me over the edge and I would still to this day reject my commander's orders. Look, I think this conversation has gone on long enough okay? The point is I went from being young and naive to brutal and a simple rouge. I don't enjoy looking back on my past but I won't hide from it either. I know it has changed me but I continue to live on. After all, I was the lucky one of my family since the rest has passed away. Perhaps my story is not yet done? Or at least I would like to think so."
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.: Weapon Of Choice :.
"I enjoy killing slowly but for the most part bring back my victims alive. I get paid more if I do!"
~Sniper Rifle
~Pistol
~Assault Rifle
~Shotgun
.: Other Info :.
I like cheese and tea...

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Done~

[R0be0]

[[ Yay! (I'm so excited for this roleplay!)
Who will start us off? ]]

[Benathorn]

{I could set the scene if you want?
I would start out on Omega if that is alright with you.

Up early and don't have to work for the next two days!
Won't be on much tomorrow but I could try getting in a few posts today at least. c:}

[R0be0]

[ I got two weeks off work so I could come home and be with family, so I have lots of free time to. Well, while I'm not seeing anyone. Of course. c:

Sure you can start off, and Omega is fine. I think I have a way that could bring Styles in afterwards. ^^ ]]

[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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The dark scenery was illuminated by the sickly dim lights of the station which dotted and flickered here and there. Though there was no artificial sun to indicate the time, all residents knew that the hour was that of night, when weary workers and nightlife loving individuals emerged from their holes. The shadows held many dark secrets within it's depths but it was also a sanctuary for those who wished to not be seen or noticed. One such figure moved slowly but deliberately, his form was that of Turian race but all feature's were obscured by the darkness. Bright green eyes fixated on the Turian's target, a nervous Salarian whose wide eyes darted about as if he knew he was being hunted.

Felix allowed himself to relax more, it was somehow pleasing to see fear in those who deserved to experience it. This was just another night, another job, he had been hired once again to hunt down a 'criminal' and bring them to the one who asked for them. This particular Salarian was someone who did not deserve to be brought back alive though, the male had been abducting young female Asari and humans for purposes that should not be spoken of. The thought of such things made him grit his teeth in suppressed anger as his mandibles clenched tightly to his face. He lowered his head a bit more out of instinct to hide his features before walking out into the crowd. The many bodies passed by as he was only fixated on one thing and soon made his way to the target. Slowly his synthetic arm revealed a hidden weapon beneath his long sleeves and he was able to position himself just behind the Salarian before placing his free hand upon the other's shoulder. "Why hello there Gavan. How are you today?" Felix's voice was mockingly sweet as he spoke softly to the Salarian. His gripped tightened on the alien's shoulder as he tried to move away and turn but Felix kept him still as he placed a concealed pistol to his back. "Now now, I just want to talk is all Gavan. I mean, what with all those little girls you took you must have loads to say." Felix's voice suddenly ended with a rumbling hiss as his disgust for this creature began to surmount. Gavan began to sputter and beg, the cowardly ones always did, but this only made the Turian growl softly as his sharp eyes narrowed. "Begging for your life won't do you much good now. I don't suppose you showed the same kindness to those children you stole? We may be on Omega but what comes around goes around my friend and I have some very angry parents who are just 'dying' to meet you!" Felix let a small smile appear as his hood barely revealed his mandibles while they clicked to his words.
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It did not take long to bring the transit around to the meeting place. A few Asari and their mates waited below as Felix brought the vehicle around and revealed his cargo to them. He had taken the liberty of tying the baggage up to make it easier on everyone, all be it a bit bruised and beaten. The Salarian was clearly terrified and Felix simply felt satisfied with the easy catch as he watched mother's and father's look eagerly to their prize. "Thank you for bringing this monster to us..." A young Asari looked to him; hurt and anger in her eyes. Felix understood that feeling well but felt far from a hero as they all gave him their thanks. On Omega justice was never sweet. The good guys were also the bad guys and for the most part revenge was the only way to feel accomplished on a rock filled with criminals. But there were also families living here that had nowhere else to go, only to be prayed upon by the pathetic excuses for life such as the Salarian. Felix simply nodded to them, it was not everyday he got a job that made him feel satisfied with himself, and this one had proven to be easy. "Here are the credits as promised, Turian. We will take it from here but thank you again for doing this." Felix looked at the Asari as she offered him what was likely a whole month's salary for these people. He could feel his want for the credits but the old side of him, the side he thought was gone, rejected the offer. "Don't worry about it...uh, just keep the credits for yourselves, okay." That was stupid of him to do, he needed the money and should not care about these people! Yet there he was, met with thankful eyes and sad smiles. He turned away from them before he changed his mind, all the while the muffled screams of the Salarian was heard as he walked away.

'Great, what are you going to do now Felix? You just going to let every poor family whose lost a child keep their money when they offer it to you?' He scolded himself mentally as his foot steps carried him the the familiar bar known as Afterlife. Already the thrum of music could be felt before the doors slid open and the Krogan guard at the entrance merely grumbled for him to go on in. Felix wasted little time as he walked past the beast and was soon hit with the entirety of the bar within. Music blared and rattled his bones, pheromones laid thickly in the air and riled his senses, While he shook his head to clear his thoughts. The place was both intoxicating but revolting at the same time. He loved it, but would not stay on the upper level of the bar where Omega's queen made her lair. Aria was not particularly a favorite of his but he had done business with her in the past. What he had learned in working for her was to simply do your job and stay out of her way. He obliged, and soon made his way to the lower part of the bar where the music was less tormenting than that above.

There were less individuals here, but a group of Turians made him turn and sit in the opposite direction of them. When was the last time he had spoken to his own kind? Aside from the Red Talons, Felix did his best to avoid them. He would get little response from them anyway with who he was and would rather avoid the whole thing altogether. He sat at the bar as the Batarian bartender eyed him for his order. He threw a few credits his way, "Just a dextro shot." It was not like he had much to buy anything else anyway. He had to quit taking these petty jobs like this, soon he would be force to take more of the Red Talon's work. They always had a job for him but those types of hits left a bad taste in his mouth. 'Gotta stop thinking of others and look out for yourself. You don't have the luxury of simply turning away credits like before.' Again his mind knew the truth of the matter and Felix was glad to help those parents get their revenge, but he could not keep going this way. He sighed to himself as his drink was placed before him and he eyed it with a sharp stare. Swiftly he took the shot with ease before allowing the beverage to sting his mind and senses. For now he would just enjoy himself like every night as he let his hooded gaze drift towards the group who was now eyeing him fiercely. He smirked under his hood and ordered another shot, right now he just wanted to dull his senses and forget about the past, not bother with these ingrates. This was his daily routine; receive a job, get the hit, bring back the body either dead or alive. Work was work, and as always he came here after he was finished.

{I'm sorry for the slow post, it takes me a while to get going. ^^'}

[R0be0]

Were there even words to describe what she had gone through? Was there something that could be said that would meet up to what she was feeling inside, to what it felt like in her mind? If there were Styles did not know of them, there was nothing even mildly similar that could compare with what she was feeling. Her world had come crashing down, pretty much both figuratively and literally. The Empire that she had once called home, her species which she had once called brother and sister- it was all gone. She was alone in a different world, and without anyone to what her feel like she belonged. It was as if someone was trying to jam a puzzle piece into a puzzle, even though it came from a different puzzle altogether. That was the bitter reality of it, and unfortunately there was so 'sweet' side to go hand-in-hand with it. This was a cold new reality, and Styles would have to learn that.

You see, just over fifty thousand years before Styles was among her own people, the Protheans, and in their massive built world. She had been born into a time when Reapers were considered a threat, and yet not so much so that everyone was overreacting, surely everything would work out fine. Their armies were of pure brute force, deadly assassins, powerful warriors, and cunning biotics. They were the dominant species in the universe, and nothing, especially a group of pissed off synthetics would bring them down. She had never been an outgoing or especially friendly alien, and had only two friends Cyrus, and Advar. They would often discuss how the Reapers were only a small thing, nothing to be feared, she agreed with them, thought that it was true, that there was no way that they could lose against such a pitiful fight.

She had been utmost, and completely wrong.

Armies were destroyed, millions killed at the hands of the merciless machines. Her father - a war veteran, and widely acclaimed general had feared for her, his only remaining family. Advar had worried for her too, and told her that he did not want anything happening to her. Though she disliked them for comforting her (as she always felt awkward when someone did) she did not fear for her life, she did not care if she died fighting against these murderous AI's. She indeed had the heart and soul of a warrior. But that did not stop her father from insisting that she be put into a stasis pod. He wanted the best for her, and knew that she would end up getting herself killed due to her stubborn nature (which would have likely been true.) So after much convincing, she said her final goodbyes to the few others close to her (which they assured her wouldn't really be goodbyes) and placed her in one of the first stasis pods to come around.

Now what you must understand is that one has no comprehension of time whilst in the pod, the mind goes comatose, and the body seemingly stops. Everything seemingly stops. Moments become decades, seconds centuries, the mind cannot tell the difference, and the poor soul inside has no idea how much time has passed. That was why when Styles had finally woken up she was surprised to see that instead of being surrounded by a victorious Porthean group, instead she was greeted by new creatures. Strange and hideous creatures, with light and smooth skin, round faces, and hair coming from their heads, or in one case their lower face. Wild eyed and anxious she had jerked up quickly, but before she could do anything, say anything one of the creatures, a male, smacked her in the head with the back of his sniper rifle, making her greet the chill of empty blackness once more.

When she woke up again she was lying on the ground. She could feel her hands and feet were bond in rope. The setting was strange, the air reeked of blood and gin, and the ground she lay on with filthy, dirty and grimy, not that she was someone who cared about getting down and dirty, but all these features gave the alien the chills. Looking up she had noticed the group of creatures that had woken her up, along with another group, this group was made up of the same creatures as well, but something about them rubbed Styles the wrong way, maybe it was the fact that they were giving credits to her "finders" who were laughing and chuckling. Whatever it was she understood now, these creatures were clearly a mercenary group, who had found her and were now "selling" her to this new group. Whatever was the cause, and the motivation she surely didn't know, but what she did know was that she needed to get out of here and find out what had happened. Find more of her people, see what happened with the Reapers.

Struggling to move the binds off caught the attention of one of the buyers who looked down at her with a smirk. "You belong to Cerberus now." He spoke with a look that made Styles' gut roll over. Cerberus, what the hell was a cerberus? Whatever it was she didn't want to find out. "You didn't tell us she was a feisty one," the buyer turned to look at the mercenaries. "Not that it matters. The first Prothean to be found, and probably the last one alive. Humanity has it's trophy." Th-the last one alive...? That's... that's impossible... No, the Reapers, they couldn't have.. What are they..- No, no, no, no. Her mind spun with thoughts with fueled a rage. Angrily the alien with a brutal force snapped the binds that held her hands, she stood up, snapping the binds on her feet as well. With a giant push of biotic force she slammed against them and tossed them back. She stomped over to the groaning body of one of them and picked it up hold the collar of it's suit.

"Where are they?" She demanded. "Where am I? And who are you?"

"Wh-who- you mean the other Protheans. They died out thousands of years ago..- The Reapers they killed them." He winced. "You're in the Omega station, I'm Bruce Kellar." His voice was almost a cry, "please.. don't kill me."

Her four eyes narrowed. "That's for me to decide." And with that she had hit him right in the gut, letting go of him and sending him spiraling through the air and into a wall. But she did not feel accomplished for getting free. No she had lost everything, everyone had been killed. She believed that much of what the man had said, he had been a coward and would have told her anything if it had thought that it would have gotten him freed from her wrath. Her mind was nothing, she felt overwhelmed, and like she had somehow cheated death itself....

That was two weeks ago now, she had looted the men, and had gotten enough credits for her to be able to stay in a dusty room in some set-up base of a krogan mercenary group. They had not questioned her, but she had seen their looks, they didn't know what the hell she was, and they didn't trust her. Fair enough.

She spent most of her time in this place called 'Afterlife' as a lot of the drunk partons would talk about recent events, and so she could get caught up on. Turns out the group that had almost bought her were a group of "human" (that's what those horrid creatures were called) terrorists. She could see how that could be factual. She was indeed the last of her species, and had been for thousands of years, she was alone in this world. And for some reason this entire place seemed like a place were outcasts went.

She was currently in the lower section of the bar, sitting in a chair sipping on some krogan ale. She had enough credits left to get a drink now and again, which was good, considering that she needed something to keep her from losing it altogether. She momentarily looked up when she saw a hooded turian sit a few seats away from her. What was he? A hireling? Mercenary? Not that it mattered. Whatever his pathetic life was it couldn't be worse than hers. At least he wasn't the last one of his damned species.

No, she was the only one that could say that she was suffering with that kind of pain.

(Gah I hate this post so much. But I figured it was the only way to bring her to Omega.
If it's that awful I can change it. cx)

[Benathorn]

Ғɛℓιϰ Ƭαℓιвʋƨ

II Turian II Male II 27 Years II Havoc Soldier/ Gun for hire II Current location- Omega II

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The grungy scenery was the same dark and yellow tint the Turian was used to. He downed the next dextro shot and closed his eyes as the sensation tickled his tongue. It was always pleasant to have a few drinks after work, but the lack of credits was always bothersome. He sighed, taking his talons and rubbing his eyes as he tried to push away his worries and stress. Perhaps simply going back to his place and getting some sleep would do him some good, but the sounds of foot steps and forms moving closer made him look up through narrowed eyes. It seemed he had right to worry about the other Turians since now they were leering down at him with scrutiny and hidden seething anger.

Felix merely smiled casually to them and a slight wave of his talons before speaking cheerfully at the two males. "Hey guys, here to share some drinks?" He was being sarcastic of course but the other two seemed to be insulted by his gesture. The darker hued male with white markings clicked his mandibles in agitation while the other paler Turian growled before speaking, "I would like to know why a bare face is in this bar. Last time I checked they usually killed your kind." Felix suppressed a growl to this and merely smiled up at them as he turned around in his seat and let his elbows rest on the counter. "Aw, come on now fella's can't we all just get along? I mean, I'm not bothering you, your not bothering me, it's a win win for all of us." His tone light, Felix turned his back to the two in an effort to try and not start anything but even that seemed to be of little use as he felt pressure on his shoulder and was forced to turn back around. The paler Turian of the two narrowed his dark eyes down at him before unexpectedly pulling Felix's hood back and revealing a scarred face which was bare of any tribal marks. The two males seemed to recoil out of instinct for such tabooed features, Felix had to admit that their reaction was the same as any other from his race, but at the moment he was too furious at the blatant disregard towards his personal space.

Snatching his hood forward to conceal his features once more, Felix jumped on the two out of impulse and all hell broke loose. It was a stupid move, he knew that, but rage filled him as he began beating the one he had pounced on only to be attacked by the other. A blunt pain shot through his spine as he felt the other Turian slam a chair into him and knock him off balance, giving the second a chance to get to his feat as they regrouped. "Didn't your mother's ever teach you respect..." He growled deeply under his breath as he clenched his synthetic talons on his right arm. The energy flowing through the mechanical appendage allowed him to build up power for one good electrical burst, but he would rather avoid killing any patrons in Aria's bar. That usually got you on the Asari's bad side, "I have done nothing to you two yet you come at me anyway. I'm already an outcast, banished from my home, and stripped of my clan's marks. What more could you possibly want to inflict?" Felix was not looking for them to answer that, he knew his own kinds way of doing things and had even questioned if he himself would do the same. But all he had wanted to do was get one god d*mn drink! Apparently he could not even do that without some brawl happening.

There was little time to think as one of them charged at him with surprising speed. Felix was caught off guard as the male slammed into him and they both went sprawling backwards onto one of the tables. Felix had the air knocked out of him, pain seized his chest as he tried to push the other off him. However he was met with a far different sight as he and his attacker recovered from the untactful move. It appeared they had broken the table of an alien he had never seen before, he knew all the races which inhabited the galaxy but this strange being was not one he had ever recognized and it's appearance caught him off guard. A sharp punch to the face brought him back from his senses as he struck back at his assailant in kind, "Bare-faced Turian! Your an insult to our race to even be allowed to live. Your probably that one who killed the Primarch in cold blood! Murderer!" That was it. That pushed him too far and Felix clenched his robotic arm before sending a wave of a synthetic shock at the Turian. The male was flung back violently and Felix could feel his right arm going limp, it always lost mobility whenever he did that and it now hung dead at his side.

Felix was panting hard by this time, from both anger and exhaustion. He did not care if the blast killed the other male, he would not let anyone say that he murdered his father when it had all been a lie. "Your all idiots for believing the new Primarch obtained his position fairly. But my life is none of your concern, I just wanted to drink a few shots before going to bed but here we are having a freaking party!" He let his one good arm rise and fall in exaggerated gestures to the mess they had caused. A groan from the Turian he had used the shock on suggested he was still alive...a pity really, Felix had hoped that he had died in the blast, it meant he wasted the shock for nothing. The Turian's friend helped the injured male to his feet as they both glared at him and Felix merely smiled, "I had no idea you ladies loved me that much, but please, next time ask me to dance before just jumping on me?" His joke clearly made them even more enraged before he realized the uninjured Turian had pulled out his pistol and aimed it right at him. Felix's smile slowly disappeared as his eyes grew unusually dark. "Well, come on then. Do it. Pull the trigger. You have no idea how much of a relief that would be for me." A mocking smirk lit the corners of his mouth as he stared down the foe, Felix would kill the Turian and take him down with him before he admitted to death. But still, he felt regret for any unfinished business he would leave behind. He still wanted his revenge but if this was how he was meant to go then so be it. He would certainly have some fun before doing so...

{Don't worry, we are just getting started and I think it's as good a way to introduce her as any. :3
Mine's not too great either, but its still just the beginning so we are just getting used to it is all~}

[R0be0]

(That's true, beginnings are always rough to start off.)

Styles had just continued to be drinking, ignoring everyone else in the area, she didn't care who they were or what lives they lived. So why would she pay any attention to anyone? That was until she noticed a couple of turians begin to get rowdy. The one that had been drinking on his own was soon the verbal plaything of two other turians. Styles was not surprised when the insults turned into fists in what seemed like mere moments. She had to admit that she was surprised by the synthetic arm one of them had, the scarred one. She could tell that he was trying to recoil from the fight, probably not wanting to get into any sort of trouble (not that this was a place were rules were strict or anything.) She couldn't understand why, had someone insulted her she would want nothing more than to pound their skulls through- but than again that was just her. Strange, and slightly sadistic Styles. The Prothean was not someone that was usually messed with, at least before everything happened. At the same time she knew that not a lot of people would mess with her now, not with the fear of what she was capable of, but the fear of what the hell she was. No one knew what a Prothean looked like, for all they knew she could be some kind of bloodsucking psychotic man-beast. Styles had accepted this as a good thing, something to be considered a 'pro' rather than 'con.' It would mean that she wouldn't have to deal with the idiots like this turian did. She wasn't afraid of idiots, she just found them annoying and stupid, people vying for attention was all they were. Either that or they just liked rattling people the wrong way, whatever the cause was she was glad that she wouldn't have to deal with them as much.

She continued to watch the scene unfold before her until finally the non-injured idiot pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the scarred one. Styles had to admit that the boy had guts for saying 'go ahead' even if it was highly unlikely the idiot would ever fire. The alien smirked and leaned back in her chair, deciding that she would have some fun herself she clapped her hands very slowly in a more dramatic effect. "Bravo, bravo," she spoke in a tone which was drenched in sarcasm. "You guys are really quite terrific at being idiotic morons with nothing better to do than pick at some ripped up robo-freak." She crossed her arms and continued to smirk. "By the way I wouldn't advise shooting, you know what these synthetics are like, kill one and suddenly the whole world is falling apart." She almost choked back on those words as she considered the fact that part of what she was saying was an ugly truth. A truth she was quite familiar with.

"Stay away freak," the un-injured turian hissed. "This has nothing to do with you."

Styles rolled her eyes, "freak? Very original of you." By now most of the patrons in the club's attention was on the Prothean and the Turians. She figured that like her, they must get a kick when they see a bunch of other people try and beat each other up over meaningless crap and no one actually cares about. Wasn't that the fun of these clubs? When a brawl broke out to just sit back and laugh? Or was that only her? Yeah, it might be just her. "You know I knew someone like you, bold, cocky, and a coward, picked on people who were either crap or looked like crap." She gestured to the scarred turian, she knew that he probably wasn't too content with her either, after all the insults she'd thrown his way, but you see that was the point. You didn't take sides in bar fights, you just came out and told both sides that they were idiots. "You know what happened to him? Actually I don't know what happened to him, all I know was that he somehow died a horrid death. Now you wouldn't want to die some horrible death would you? Or maybe you don't care, too thick in the skull to know any different."

The turian's face seemed to fume with rage, "you son of a-" He didn't get to finish, as Styles threw a small biotic pull in his direction, and lifted the other alien off of the ground. His arms tried to seemingly push himself out of the biotic attack, but it got him no where. He just continued to float there, with Styles keeping him up there casually, like it was no big deal. Because lifting people five meters above the ground was no big deal anyways right? Day-to-day activities that sort of thing. After about twenty seconds or so she felt her powers beginning to slightly drain and deciding that it was enough anyways, she dropped him down, making him land ontop of the injured turian which had been attacked by the scarred turian, which she decided that she wasn't going to 'deal with'.

"Have a nice night. I hope to see you again in the near future." Bowing in a mocking matter, Styles turned around and walked right back to her seat, with a simple expression that seemed to act like nothing had happened at all. Sipping down the finals of her drink she turned to the bartender, "give me another one." She told him, more demanding than asking politely. But social grace wasn't something that was welcomed here, it wasn't something that she herself welcomed. It was just something people did when they thought that they needed to act fancy. But being fancy doesn't get you very damn far in life, but not giving a crap- yeah, that brings you places.

(I don't think it needs to be said that she's a renegade. xD)