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Character Information ;
Name: Doctor Mordin Solus
Name of Canon: Mass Effect
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Canon
Reference: Mass Effect wiki
Canon Point: Just before the Omega 4 mission
Setting: Mass Effect is set in the future of our race: the 22nd century and human kind has joined a galactic community with dozens of alien species and races each with their own cultures, religions and beliefs. This is all made possible by the ancient mass relays, which allow faster than light travel and communication and were left by an even older, now extinct species. The galactic community is (for the most part) governed and regulated by a governing body known as the council, made up of several of the most powerful and influential species, now joined by humanity thanks to the efforts and heroism of one Commander Shepard, the first human Spectre. The Council is, of course, full of typical bureaucrats and the galaxy has its fair share of criminals, bounty hunters and other ne’er do wells.
Of course that heroism wouldn’t have been needed if it weren’t for the Reapers, an ancient machine race that periodically purges the galaxy of all organic life. Shepard, in a titanic effort, destroyed the vanguard the Reaper fleet, and was hailed as a hero. Of course, that didn’t stop him/her from being killed by the Collectors, agents of the Reapers, a few months later. But then he/she came back from the dead and was angrier than ever and went off to kick more ass.
Personality: Mordin Solus is above all, a morally driven Salarian. What these morals may drive him to do, however, is another question. Based on what was best for the galaxy at large, for instance, Mordin helped to perfect and release an improved version of the Krogan Genophage, a genetic disease which makes only one in one thousand krogan offspring viable. However, despite Mordin's own defense of this action as the only viable way to keep the krogan in check and still allow their species to survive, experienced a moral dilemma as to the ethics of the situation. Disturbed by the conundrum and feeling guilt over the destruction of the krogans, he chose to open a clinic on Omega to heal instead of destroy. There he eventually developed and released a cure for a plague that ravaged the Omega Station.
Despite his dedication to healing and helping, Mordin has a sense of casual ruthlessness, employing military grade mechs to defend his clinic on Omega from the Blue Suns mercenaries and vorcha gangs; he dispatched anybody who threatened the clinic without hesitation. Mordin is dedicated to his work and ethical and moral standards. He personally returned to the krogan planet of Tuchanka in order to ensure that the genophage was working as intended, considering that not doing so and allowing others to do this work would be cowardly. He holds the doctor-patient confidentiality in high regard and would never reveal a patient's information or mock a serious situation. Further, he despises unethical research, and does not perform tests on "species capable of performing calculus." Despite all of his seriousness regarding his work, Mordin also has a wry wit and also has an interest in stage musicals, having once participated in a salarian production of Gilbert and Sullivan (most likely a version of the Pirates of Penzance, as he sings a variation of 'The Major-General Song').
Like many Salarians, Mordin's mind moves very quickly and in non-linear patterns. His speech reflects this as he often speaks in truncated sentences, omitting unneeded words, thinking out loud and jumping between subjects with great rapidity in order to help his thought process.
Abilities and Weaknesses: Mordin is incredibly intelligent and possesses a genius level intellect. He has multiple degrees in various subjects, including biology, genetics, xenoscience, and medicine. He has perfected and worked upon genetic diseases as well as medical cures and other important medical research. However, he is also a gifted fighter, having served with the salarian Special Tasks Group and is skilled with both pistol and submachine gun. Further, his omnitool allows him to use several tech powers, including an incineration ability that allows him to set things (or people) on fire, a cryo blast which freezes enemies and a neural shock which overloads an organic enemy's nervous system, causing immense pain and paralyzing them for a short while. The armor he wears also allows him to project a kinetic barrier that protects him from bullets, shrapnel, explosions, etcetera.
Like other salarians, Mordin possesses a photographic memory.
However, Mordin is, for a salarian, pretty old. He’s in his early thirties and while his age doesn’t seem to slow it down, there certainly may be complications further down the road as he gets older. He’s a squishy organic and subject to being shot, blown up, stabbed, and generally torn up in combat.
Inventory: An M-9 Tempest submachine-gun and M-3 Predator pistol, his omnitool, armor, clothing, and medical equipment.
Appearance: Mordin is a member of an alien species known as salarians, a bipedal amphibian race. He has a mottled skin that ranges in color from brown to pure white. Tpyical of his species, he has a tall, elongated body that suits his high metabolism . One of the pair of horns on his head is cut short, by some unknown accident or incident. He has several scars, the most notable cutting across his left cheek. Mordin possesses digitigrade legs and his hands are two-fingered with a thumb. These digits are long and slim, like the rest of the salarian’s body. An image.
Age: Indeterminate. He is, however, considered ‘old’ by Salarian standards and may be in his early to mid thirties in human years.
Samples ;
Log Sample: Mordin had been prepared for just about anything that could possibly be waiting for himself and the rest of the team on the other side of the Omega Relay. What had happened next was one of the few things he hadn’t been prepared for. He found himself suddenl y tumbling through open space before landing with a sickening crunch against lunar bedrock. He groaned. That was at least a cracked rib, perhaps more. He forced himself to his feet, winced as pain shot through him. Yes, definitely cracked ribs. Also broken ankle if he was correct. Already, though, his mind was running through possibilities.
Normandy destroyed? No. Would have destroyed me as well. Some sort of personal teleportation device? Seems most likely. Surroundings may offer further clues… He glanced at his surroundings, eyes taking in the messy, alien junkyard, the metal scraps and half-intact ships. More data for further hypothesis. He whipped up a quick scan with his omni-tool, then drew his pistol. Might be a Collector trap….
“This is Solus to Normandy. Come in, Normandy.” As expected, there was no reply. Which meant that either he was being jammed, he was out of range, or the Normandy had been destroyed. None were particularly attractive ideas, but he’d have to make do with what he had at hand. Time to get to work, doctor. He limped onwards into the junkyard, hoping to find some trace of the rest of his team.
Network Sample:
[There is a faint click as a transmission device flicks on, and it is shortly (very shortly) followed by a rapidly speaking voice.]
Curious, curious, curious. Appear to be trapped. Have been taken against my will. Would make a demand for release or information, but probably futile. Instead, inquiry. Where am I and who has taken me?</lj>
Name: Doctor Mordin Solus
Name of Canon: Mass Effect
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Canon
Reference: Mass Effect wiki
Canon Point: Just before the Omega 4 mission
Setting: Mass Effect is set in the future of our race: the 22nd century and human kind has joined a galactic community with dozens of alien species and races each with their own cultures, religions and beliefs. This is all made possible by the ancient mass relays, which allow faster than light travel and communication and were left by an even older, now extinct species. The galactic community is (for the most part) governed and regulated by a governing body known as the council, made up of several of the most powerful and influential species, now joined by humanity thanks to the efforts and heroism of one Commander Shepard, the first human Spectre. The Council is, of course, full of typical bureaucrats and the galaxy has its fair share of criminals, bounty hunters and other ne’er do wells.
Of course that heroism wouldn’t have been needed if it weren’t for the Reapers, an ancient machine race that periodically purges the galaxy of all organic life. Shepard, in a titanic effort, destroyed the vanguard the Reaper fleet, and was hailed as a hero. Of course, that didn’t stop him/her from being killed by the Collectors, agents of the Reapers, a few months later. But then he/she came back from the dead and was angrier than ever and went off to kick more ass.
Personality: Mordin Solus is above all, a morally driven Salarian. What these morals may drive him to do, however, is another question. Based on what was best for the galaxy at large, for instance, Mordin helped to perfect and release an improved version of the Krogan Genophage, a genetic disease which makes only one in one thousand krogan offspring viable. However, despite Mordin's own defense of this action as the only viable way to keep the krogan in check and still allow their species to survive, experienced a moral dilemma as to the ethics of the situation. Disturbed by the conundrum and feeling guilt over the destruction of the krogans, he chose to open a clinic on Omega to heal instead of destroy. There he eventually developed and released a cure for a plague that ravaged the Omega Station.
Despite his dedication to healing and helping, Mordin has a sense of casual ruthlessness, employing military grade mechs to defend his clinic on Omega from the Blue Suns mercenaries and vorcha gangs; he dispatched anybody who threatened the clinic without hesitation. Mordin is dedicated to his work and ethical and moral standards. He personally returned to the krogan planet of Tuchanka in order to ensure that the genophage was working as intended, considering that not doing so and allowing others to do this work would be cowardly. He holds the doctor-patient confidentiality in high regard and would never reveal a patient's information or mock a serious situation. Further, he despises unethical research, and does not perform tests on "species capable of performing calculus." Despite all of his seriousness regarding his work, Mordin also has a wry wit and also has an interest in stage musicals, having once participated in a salarian production of Gilbert and Sullivan (most likely a version of the Pirates of Penzance, as he sings a variation of 'The Major-General Song').
Like many Salarians, Mordin's mind moves very quickly and in non-linear patterns. His speech reflects this as he often speaks in truncated sentences, omitting unneeded words, thinking out loud and jumping between subjects with great rapidity in order to help his thought process.
Abilities and Weaknesses: Mordin is incredibly intelligent and possesses a genius level intellect. He has multiple degrees in various subjects, including biology, genetics, xenoscience, and medicine. He has perfected and worked upon genetic diseases as well as medical cures and other important medical research. However, he is also a gifted fighter, having served with the salarian Special Tasks Group and is skilled with both pistol and submachine gun. Further, his omnitool allows him to use several tech powers, including an incineration ability that allows him to set things (or people) on fire, a cryo blast which freezes enemies and a neural shock which overloads an organic enemy's nervous system, causing immense pain and paralyzing them for a short while. The armor he wears also allows him to project a kinetic barrier that protects him from bullets, shrapnel, explosions, etcetera.
Like other salarians, Mordin possesses a photographic memory.
However, Mordin is, for a salarian, pretty old. He’s in his early thirties and while his age doesn’t seem to slow it down, there certainly may be complications further down the road as he gets older. He’s a squishy organic and subject to being shot, blown up, stabbed, and generally torn up in combat.
Inventory: An M-9 Tempest submachine-gun and M-3 Predator pistol, his omnitool, armor, clothing, and medical equipment.
Appearance: Mordin is a member of an alien species known as salarians, a bipedal amphibian race. He has a mottled skin that ranges in color from brown to pure white. Tpyical of his species, he has a tall, elongated body that suits his high metabolism . One of the pair of horns on his head is cut short, by some unknown accident or incident. He has several scars, the most notable cutting across his left cheek. Mordin possesses digitigrade legs and his hands are two-fingered with a thumb. These digits are long and slim, like the rest of the salarian’s body. An image.
Age: Indeterminate. He is, however, considered ‘old’ by Salarian standards and may be in his early to mid thirties in human years.
Samples ;
Log Sample: Mordin had been prepared for just about anything that could possibly be waiting for himself and the rest of the team on the other side of the Omega Relay. What had happened next was one of the few things he hadn’t been prepared for. He found himself suddenl y tumbling through open space before landing with a sickening crunch against lunar bedrock. He groaned. That was at least a cracked rib, perhaps more. He forced himself to his feet, winced as pain shot through him. Yes, definitely cracked ribs. Also broken ankle if he was correct. Already, though, his mind was running through possibilities.
Normandy destroyed? No. Would have destroyed me as well. Some sort of personal teleportation device? Seems most likely. Surroundings may offer further clues… He glanced at his surroundings, eyes taking in the messy, alien junkyard, the metal scraps and half-intact ships. More data for further hypothesis. He whipped up a quick scan with his omni-tool, then drew his pistol. Might be a Collector trap….
“This is Solus to Normandy. Come in, Normandy.” As expected, there was no reply. Which meant that either he was being jammed, he was out of range, or the Normandy had been destroyed. None were particularly attractive ideas, but he’d have to make do with what he had at hand. Time to get to work, doctor. He limped onwards into the junkyard, hoping to find some trace of the rest of his team.
Network Sample:
[There is a faint click as a transmission device flicks on, and it is shortly (very shortly) followed by a rapidly speaking voice.]
Curious, curious, curious. Appear to be trapped. Have been taken against my will. Would make a demand for release or information, but probably futile. Instead, inquiry. Where am I and who has taken me?</lj>