Description

Appearance: Mayce stands at 6'2" and 250 lbs. He is actually quite well toned, his upper body being very muscular, but the tech in him offers a little extra weight. He has pale skin and jet black vertically spiky hair. He usually is wearing a sleeveless black trench coat with a red raver shirt. He has many leather straps wrapped around his arms and hands. He wears Black Nanoweave leggings and grieves. He also has a Nanoweave stomach plate strapped to his stomach under his shirt. Under his coat and hooked to the back of his stomach plate are two metal rods. His eyes are red and they glow in dim or no lighting. Some of his tech parts are sticking out so he gets looks, but most are under his synthetic skin, so he appears more normal than he actually is.

Personality

Personality: Mayce is a very active person, always moving some part of his body. He can get over-excited about somethings that he's never seen, which is a lot. He tends to not care about things that don't directly influence him. Though, he has a habit on doing most anything he's told to do, unless it conflicts with his personal ideals. Such as, never kill someone who is unarmed or untrained. He also has an old world belief in chivalry, always being particularly nice to women, even letting them keep most of their jewelry when he used to board vessels with his shipmates. When he is called to fight, he can go a little wild. He knows not to run at a barricade that is braced with enemy soldiers, but he is quick enough to take out singular and small groups of enemies, even if they are behind cover. Though, if he is shot multiple times while charging an enemy, he usually snaps out of it and scrambles for cover.

An odd thing about Mayce is that he is Monophobic. He has a terrible fear of being alone. He can be in his room by himself no problem, as long as he knows there are people in the around, he is fine. He is also addicted to white noise. He hates the quite and needs some sort of sound going at all times, even if it's someone else breathing. This is why Mayce prefers to live on a ship or space station, the constant sounds of the engines soothes him. Due to his Monophobia, Mayce is also looking for a relationship. Someone he can depend on to always be there for him, and someone who doesn't mind traveling in space and him fighting. For reasons unknown to him, he has never found his species, or should I say "former" species attractive. He has always preferred the females of the other races in the galaxy. Turian women often find him interesting because he can eat their food, for he process it not with a stomach, but a filter that uses it for fuel.

Another oddity of Mayce's is that he will occasionally, while connected to the extra-net, will......."shutdown" for lack of a better word. He will go completely Catatonic for a small while and come back into consciousness and continue whatever he was doing or saying as if it had never happened. He has been working
on it, but so far, no such luck.

Likes: White Noise, his maces, Turian and Quarian Food, Ships, Clubs, Dancing, Non-human Females, Poetry and other forms of literature.

Dislikes: Being alone, complete silence, Syndicate

Fears: Monophobia

Hobbies: Due to his constant shutdowns, he prefers to read while blasting techno music. Whenever they dock, which is usually at seedy ports because he is a pirate, he loves going to clubs and dancing. He loves that there is always a lot of people there and loud music. His favorite club is Afterlife on Omega. He goes there regularly and he even has access to the back room.

Equipment

Weapons:
Primary:Dual Wraith Maces
Secondary: Locust SMG

Known Tech Talents:
Security Hacking

Known Biotic Abilities:
N/A

History

Name:
Mayce (No last name, people called him Mace, so that's what he called himself....with a Y, because he could)

Race:
Cyborg: Used to be human(he assumes) but was implanted with reaper tech against his will(again, he assumes)

Gender:
Male

Age:
Appears to be in his mid-twenties, 2 years since he woke up.

Affiliation:
Ex-Syndicate: The Syndicate is a huge pirate fleet who also dabble in basic mob things. Their leader is simply known as "Mr. Raid".
Roz's Crew: The Merc group he currently runs with.

Rank/Position:
Second in command of the crew/

Class:
Reaper Experiment: Focuses on frontal melee combat and adds higher damage threshold. Special: Tech Neutralization, can emit an centralized emp field that neutralizes all tech abilities in a 30 foot radius for 45 seconds.

Spoken Languages:
GSTL, Binary-based Geth transmission ciphers, Batarian Mother tongue and all other forms of Batarian languages including body, Quarian Contemporary, 3 Salarian Dialects, English, Russian, German, Spanish, Japanese, Cantonese, Mandarin, French, Alliance/Council standard interface algorithms, 5 Turian Dialects, Morse Code, Binary Code, 13 Asari Dialects, 2 common Volus Dialects, can understand vocalized Elcor but can not speak it and Krogan body language.

Bio: Mayce remembers nothing before the tube. He remembers faint voices and the sound of mechanical movement. Then, he saw light. His eyes were opened, he was floating in a glass tube naked. He saw many strange creatures, yet when he saw them, he immediately knew what they were. He saw many Geth and a Turian. The Turian was talking, he assumed about him the way he was gesturing. He did not know what to do, he was frightened, he panicked and began thrashing. The tube broke and fell out. He simply got up and ran. He ran down many different corridors, bashing into Geth and taking on their gunfire, until, eventually, a rocket was shot at him and it missed and hit the side of the wall. He then began to tear away at the wall and was sucked into space. He drifted away from the large purple ship and drifted deeper into space. He was cold, alone, confused, and couldn't think staright with all of this quite.

After drifting for who knows how long, he was picked up by a ship. When he woke up in their med-bay, he panicked and attacked the crew with his bare hands. When he finally calmed down, he was taken to see the captain who was impressed with his skills. The captain offered him a position on the "Pearl" and to be a member of the Syndicate. He agreed, but when they asked for his name, he had no answer for them. They called him 11 due to the bar code on his ribcage that had the serial numbers 000011.

When he was taken to the armory to pick a weapon, he noticed an old trunk in the corner. Inside he found tow metal rods. The first mate said that those were old wraith maces, but they were broken. He offered to fix them if he could have them, for he did not feel comfortable using a gun and fighting at long range. The first mate agreed and he went to fixing them. Eventually, when his first boarding mission came, he took the maces with him, and was very successful when fighting the armed guards with nothing but the maces. So from that day, everyone called him Mace. When it came to write it down, he spelled it Mayce, so he could be unique.

He rolled with the syndicate for a year before the first mate accused him of betrayal by sending out the coordinates of a syndicate cargo fleet, which was attacked by a rival pirate crew, the Red Reavers. He was attacked but managed to escape in an escape pod, handy huh? He landed on Omega where he met Aria. She took an interest with him and he served her for awhile.......in more ways than one. He mainly did leg work for her, nothing too fancy. He was with her for awhile until he met Roz. He was intrigued by her, and after speaking with her a few times, left Aria's service and joined up with Roz. He's been with her ever since.