Age: 31
Race: Turian, and proud.
Appearance:
Old armor.
"Ah, the good old days."
Current armor.
"A ridiculous helmet. I mean really,
what good is head protection that doesn't
hide, much less protect, your face?"
"Hmm? I'm sorry, was I suppose to be caring?"
Class: Infiltrator
Personality: Sees rules as a hindrance, put there to keep "civi's" in place and prevent C-Sec and other law enforcement's from doing their damn job. It's a restriction that keeps the funder's and backer's of groups like the Blue Sun and Blood Pack from ever taking any heat, only allowing C-Sec to pick off the expendable piss-ants that run their little errands while they keep their hands clean. Credits run the show, and as long as those keep flowing, they're never going down. Darius isn't naive into thinking a little snooping and mild "detective work" is ever going to bust the real powers-that-be behind the gun-running and stim-peddling. He knows that the only way to bring down these hidden giants is to cut their source of power, their all-mighty credits.
But that little rant is merely on the subject of law, when it comes to his actual job as a hacker and infiltration specialist, he usually much cheerier. Often mocking the enemies use of firewalls that "couldn't protect candy from a baby", and giggling to himself as their systems start crashing. Or worse, start turning against them. He's prideful of his views and ability, to the extent of having a rather large ego, at least when it comes to his use of omni tools and hacking into terminals, sub systems, bank accounts, etc etc.
He prefers working alone, slipping in, taking out a guard or two, finding a nice secluded place to set up, slicing into the moron's network, confiscating or corrupting information and funds, mocking them openly over the intercoms, laughing to himself, sabotaging their attempts to search for him, using their base's own defense systems against said search party, laughing some more, and then finally vanishing without a trace.
When it comes to ransacking a fortified location, he insists on going in first, and then securing your route...... while having some fun with their systems.
Armaments:
Primary: Dual Phalanx mk. V with integrated silencer.
"What's that? I couldn't hear you
over how awesome I am right now."
Secondary: Dual Omni Tools
History: Darius was born with two gifts, an extremely bright mind, and being ambidextrous. His youth was rather uneventful, had friends as a child, got in a little trouble as a teen (which became the start of his interest with omni tools), and was enlisted into the military when he came of age like any other Turian. It was only here that he began to differ, seeing expendable front-line grunts killing other expendable front-line grunts as a huge waste of everyone's time. Once boot-camp was over, he opted to be part of C-sec, only to run across more "redundancy". It was, to him, the same as any war, with one exception. While the street-scum they were fighting against remained as replaceable cannon-fodder, his fellow officer's were not as easy to replace. But with so many rules, restrictions, and a sea of red-tape blocking anyone from doing anything to actually end it, all he could do is watch more and more officer's get gunned own in the darker parts of the Citadel streets.
He finally had enough and took up the ways of his youth, re-learning all he'd almost forgot while being brainwashed by military ethics. Before long, his grove was back and he could even access C-sec records he wasn't suppose to see. He began searching through the Citadel sub-nets in attempts to find something on one of the bigger arms-dealing rings he'd run across, and soon found a money trail linking it to one of the big-time manufacturers: Elkoss Combine. Unfortunately, that was as far as he could go as a C-sec, so instead he did a little digging through his chiefs funds, and found some dirt involving an Asari mistress. Blackmailing his chief into getting him higher clearance, he was recommended into the Turian anti-terrorist Blackwatch division. Now he could actually do something worthwhile.
After years of solo ops, he'd developed a unique style and set of skills that set him apart from your common Turian special ops, favoring hand-to-hand and sabotage to traditional tactics. This made him a viable, if questionable, solution to most problems, as he always aimed to cut the head of the serpent by freezing their assets and securing enough evidence to make even the most well-respected Corporations subject to criminal charges. You'd be amazed how many backers the Blue Suns have right at home on the Citadel, and he hunted every single one.
The he found it, a series of highly encrypted requests for weapons, tech, ship parts, biological material, and all of it highly illegal. He soon found the next location for an upcoming deal, reported it in to his superiors, and was assigned a team to bust it. Things went South fast, and it looked like the gun-runners were expecting them. Darius lost his entire squad, and the dealers escaped. One of the white-suited bastards got downed in the firefight, but wasn't dead. In response to Darius' interrogation, he merely spit blood at him and gurgled one word. A word that became the focal point of Darius' personal vendetta.
As he swore he'd follow them to the ends of the galaxy and beyond, he soon went AWOL on his quest for revenge. He followed every mention of that damned name, and came across a trail hidden within several other. Encrypted, hidden, garbled, and in several pieces, but it was there. A trail so faint that only someone like him could have found it. He traced it all the way from the Gemini Sigma to the Serpent Nebula and back again, spanning Palevan, Feros, Casbin, Ilos, Dekuuna, and even the Citadel itself. That was where it ended, and he thought his search was over. However, when he finally got there, he found the trail gone, several corporations missing a lot of credits, C-sec alerted to his presence, and him left holding the bag. He was, as humans say: "Screwed nine ways from Sunday..."
Stripped of everything and incarcerated for mass theft, he spoke only the following at his trial: "I would claim my innocence, for I did not steal anything, but seeing as I have no evidence and I doubt the fairness of this trial, I'm just going to save everyone's time here.... Guilty." He served three years in a Turian penitentiary, before he received a visitor from the Council who made him an offer. Alleviating his sentence in return for his service as an N7. His first assignment had already been planned. Stay in prison, or be glorified cannon-fodder. Decisions, decisions.....