Full Name of Character: Hanna’Gerrel Nar Neema (called Hanna or Hanna’Gerrel)
Race: Quarian
Gender: Female
Social Class: Admiral’s Daughter
Class: Infiltrator
Weapons: Raptor IV
Physical Appearance: She has a face. But you don’t see it. Quarian envirosuit, all black, even the visor. There is a shimmer of blue when light falls on her but it’s slight and only on the chest, hood, hips and arms.
Age: 19
Personality: Impatient, quick to bursts of anger, Insular, Driven, Antisocial
Greatest Strength: Hypotheticals
Greatest Weakness: Reality
Soft spot: Fellow Quarians
Biggest Vulnerability: Mentioning her Mother
Personal History: Her father was expecting a boy, someone to carry on his legacy. Hanna knew this; her name “Hanna” was a last-minute feminine edit of “Han”. Her father never seemed anything other than disappointed in her, but even so Hanna tried everything she could to gain his affection, from throwing herself at her studies to filling her mind with tech strategies and techniques. She was tireless in her pursuit, but never held any resentment towards her father for his disappointment. Rather, she began to appreciate it as she saw how much further advanced she was in comparison to the other quarians her age. She could run circles around them.
When the homeworld was regained, her father took her aside to a small room and let her know that her mother had been killed by geth during the fighting. While she mourned, and as he comforted her, he reminded her to never trust the geth, reminded her to never forget what they did to the Quarian people, both in the past and now. And to always be aware of the danger these geth were. And she never forgot.
So she dreamed about her pilgrimage, sure that she would bring glory to the quarian race, and, as this dream of glory grew, her dream of gaining her father’s approval became a dream of vengeance and glory. She would find a way to control the geth, and, failing that, she would destroy them. And, in order to obtain this goal, she established a starting point; become a spectre. With the security clearance and resources available to that position, she knew her goal would be obtainable.
She started out on her Pilgrimage at 18, fully equipped and supplied. Taking a shuttle to the Citadel, Hanna immediately made for C-Sec, and found herself blocked by an impenetrable wall. Infuriated and slighted, she tried to use the same headstrong attitude into gaining an audience with the Quarian Ambassador, and failed miserably, obtaining an appointment set a year in the future. So for the first year of her pilgrimage, Hanna cleaned and perfected the code for the slot machines at a small dance club on the Citadel, making a measly salary that any Vorcha would have spit upon.
Traits:
Optimist or pessimist? Neither
Introvert or extrovert? Introvert
Drives and motives: To expose the geth for what they are; murderers.
Talents: Knowledgeable, strong with hypotheticals, tech savvy.
Combat Background/Service History: She can’t handle close combat; she’s never stabbed with an omni-tool in her life and freaks out when physically intimidated. She has little experience with sniping, but it was. But while this ability is masterful during testing, she has yet to experience any real combat, and has no clue whether she’ll fold under the pressure or excel. (long way of saying None)
Character Flaws: Waaaay too arrogant, usually thinks her plans are flawless and while usually they are, when something goes awry she has no idea what to do and freezes up. When people don’t agree with her or don’t do what she says Hanna rages inside but portrays herself as cold and hateful to them. She holds grudges and that blinds her. She can’t handle close combat at all. She’s inexperienced with real combat. Though she knows of the tactics of war and has memorized a thousand theories, she has yet to experience it herself. Also she has no friends.
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) 3 rooms within like this in circular overall architecture. two are for selling high-tier, quality slaves, very expensive. One for assassins/bodyguards, the other for courtesans/similar slaves. The third is a coliseum. Analdrun invites his friends here, has a grand ole time. 
