Name: Satera
Clan: Formerly Rogek
Age: 156 years old
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay
A
decorated warrior born on Garvug, Satera, like most krogan, is most
knowledgeable in the art of war. At the age of 10, he was ranked as a
scout by his former clan, Nakmor. He was known for
his brutality, even by Krogan standards and thus he was hailed by his
clan as a Warlord incarnate. As he grew older and became a full adult,
he took part in the Rite of Passage of Clan Rogek, and to this day, is
the only Krogan to take part in it without a krantt at his back and is
one of the few to nearly kill the thresher maw, though he, himself, was
nearly killed in the process. Soon after, he was promoted to a full
fledged Nakmor Commander, waging many bloody campaigns against rival
clans, most notably Clan Gatatog, whom he famously almost wiped out of
existence, leaving only Gatatog Uvenk and a few other soldiers alive. He was vicious and for jobs where failure wasn't an option, he was the one to call.
However, as he became more famous amongst Clan Rogek, word spread that
he may have been what the Krogan refer to as a "nonbreeder". This, due
to the genophage, was basically considered treason as most believed it
was the duty of every Krogan to breed for the good of his people,
especially those who were of such high standing in the community.
Indeed, Satera had been seeing someone. A younger Krogan by the name of
Urgut, of Clan Weyrloc. To his clan, it was bad enough being a
nonbreeder, but to mingle between clans? This was grounds for a
traitor's death.
He was sent on a mission clan leader, Rogek Gurz, who ordered him to
accompany a scout's squad to an abandoned mine which was rumored to
house armaments that Clan Weyrloc had stockpiled. They descended the
mineshaft and indeed they found a storeroom which housed Weyrloc's
supplies, but there was more. A corpse, covered in blood laid in a
crumpled heap against one of the crates. Urgut. Ambushed and murdered.
"Don't worry, nonbreeder, you'll be left next to him..." Chortled the scout.
Needless to say, it wasn't exactly the best plan, sending just a few
lowly scouts to attempt an ambush against a living clan legend. The
arrogant scout fell first, followed by his comrades. He turned back to
the corpse. He didn't know how long he stood there, but he was broken.
His clan, who he had served since birth, turned on him. And his... mate.
Murdered.
Three months later, Clan Rogek's base was razed to the ground by a
squad of mercenaries. Blood Pack, with Satera at the helm. He never
mentioned his connection with them, even going so far as to order the
contract himself in secret. No survivors. He was only 40 years old. He was known by reputation after a few months and many whelps jockeyed for a position on his branch.
It has been like this for over a century now, Satera running with the
Blood Pack, a group of mercs who he grew to love as his own clan. He
eventually met Wrex during a job, when they were assigned to guard a
shipment of Red Sand entering the Krogan DMZ. They became fast friends
and worked together on a few more jobs before losing contact for half a
century. Yet he still felt empty. Empty and violent.
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Satera made an appearance in the post before this, albeit without an distinguishing features. I decided he needed a redesign. Nothing too extensive. Just a couple of decals, feminine decals to contrast his masculine persona. :P
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