Weapons: Custom made energy sword, plasma daggers, plasma grenades, and a given needle rifle. (Will update later)
Appearance: Daca's height is a general sangheili's height. 8'3" being a tad shorter than the general male sangheili. She has soft mocha skin, blue eyes thin mandibles. Wears between a dull gray to a teal thermal suit; jet black armor with an armor trim of teal.
While bare in skin she has a noticable scar of an overcharged plasma bolt upon the small of her back; a perfect circle with splatter on the outside of the diameter. Though a lighter hue than her mocha skin, she tries to hide it as much as she could.
Attitude/Personality: Generally she is stoic and quiet; uncertain about the truce of the humans and her few brother's in arms. Though does show signs of hatred towards the Jiralhanae due to their species blood feud and betrayal, as well as their general loss of control. She ...despises them for their overall being. As towards humans she looks to them as a lowly creature. Lost in it's own ways and trying to make a crude mark on the universe. More so she is reserved as a being, trying not to trust many due to her own ways and being a general spy/assassin.
History: Her history is.. obscured and hidden by most but she will admit it to ONI for their own interests.
While young she was attached to her older brother Darc, who in turn protected her and helped her through their own keep's trials. Being trained at such a young age and learning basic hand to hand combat. However while training Darc grew.. addicted to the trials and eventually asked his uncle to further his training. While such Daca had grown apart and scared from her brother's absence. Him leaving to study sessions of tactics and skills, eventually coming to the point to where he was enrolled into warrior training at the minimum age to train. She was than utterly alone and abandoned in this wide scary world.
So after she was bathed and dressed in her finest to be accepted into a keep where they trained young girls to become proper women. Her trials; while she was adopted into this new keep she managed to get into a scrap with another young girl about the status of their keeps. How this young female sangheili insulted her blood and her families honor. She later learned her lessons after harsh punishment. During her time in this new keep she adopted a side class; such as herbalism and healing properties. She knew the dangers of becoming a doctor and refused to do such; just to mend basic bruises. scratches and sprains. However after her trials and dedicated duties around the keep. She was given her rites to become a proper woman. Eventually released back into her own families keep. But the sorrow still remained of her loss. Her only true best friend.
In time she had learned to adapt to it, her mother gave word to the council on sanghelios about her talents. She was given a trial at the nearest clinic in which she attempted her best and eventually gained more knowledge at the area. Leading up to her own draft onboard a starship. Sheer glee and high feelings spirited her away onboard the cruiser as she wandered with large curious eyes at all the internal components. Being so young and new to such an area she watched with interest being inside something she only wished for so long. And the building excitement of possibly seeing her brother.
Her only dearest wish. Yet with that out of the picture she had never seen him but continued away with her studies. Only a darker event passed by while away for countless months some warriors grew uneasy. One a well known Zealot on board had become restless and attacked her, trying to force his swordsmenship genes on her; terrified and afraid but with basic knowledge of the weapons. She gripped his energy sword and activated it. Jerking it forwards and ending the zealous rampage of the sangheili. Lifeless his corpse crumpled to the ground before she was called to a secured room by the Shipmaster. He gave her punishment for killing one of his best, but otherwise let her return to her studies. While on orbit of a nearby installation she watched as the warriors roared their cries of glory and honor before rushing towards the phantoms. Only till it was safer did the healers go down to attempt to help the warriors. The only doctors stayed onboard for major injuries.
Cycles passed before she saw anything of interest. Her brother bumped into her while the healers were escorted further up and came under an ambush. Quietly he gave her his only plasma pistol. While shocked her whispered to her to hide it under her tunics, before setting up station. During the middle of the night, the quiet sounds of the local wildlife croaked and soothed her rest. Her brother had given her strict instructions upon how to use this, but regardless she didn't want to be near such a deadly weapon.
While finishing a basic bandaging of a nearby warrior she tiptoed back to her room, just a typical flat bed and whatever else. However upon opening the door she heard a gutteral sound. The warriors had been given painkillers from ground herbs and were rather sluggish.. tired even. But she heard it quite clear.
One human raised it's weapon and attempted to fire only she had managed to pull out the only weapon she had and charged the weapon, firing it at a human's shoulder. She heard it scream and slammed the alarm before hiding away. Soon scouts returned and a small squad did as well before seeing the fleeting humans. Lucky for her an officer had watched her, listened to her detailed event.. before suggesting that she took a warriors course; as crediting her to her first kill.
She was accepted.
In time did she rank up, and requested to stay at the current rank of Ossoona.
Daca 'Csmure (Ossoona)
06-18-2012
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