*Disclaimer* This RP is set in between Mass Effect 1&2, when Shepard is thought to be dead. When you enter please be sure to describe your race and appearance, as well as your name.
This isn't a smut only RP, something more of a social RP, so keep the naughty stuff to a minimum.
Please don't play as any established characters in the series or anyone from Shepards crew.
If this thread grows I may even expand it to other things than just the club.

My Character
Name: Tilani V'Tori
Race: Asari
Age: 188
Appearance: img04.deviantart.net/6a18..._by_ellieshep-d6r7hsh.jpg
Skills and training: Went through beginning training as an Asari Huntress and is skilled in Biotics and smaller firearms.
History: After the passing of her father, Gatagog Drogg, she inherited his bar, which was named in honor of her late mother, and has been running it for the past 30 years, helping redevelop it into one of the where many come to hire associates for various, less legal purposes, or simply to drink

In the Zakera Ward on the Citadel, sat a bar in a crime ridden part of the Ward, called Thessia Blues. Behind the bar a Turian and a human bartender handled the customers, while in a booth in the back sat Tilani, scoping out her bar, enjoying her successes.

My Character
Name: Krask
Race: Vorcha
Age: 22
Appearance: Surprisingly well clothed, not only for a vorcha. Wears a practical, light and apparently high-quality Combat-Suit...it's actually the first Vorcha you've seen in so "much" clothing. Beside that quite typical: muscular, athletic and damn ugly.
Skills, training and background:
Krask was born on Heshtok with a unique genetic defect: in comparisation to other vorcha he is far less agressive, far more intelligent and has apparently a higher life-span.
This lead to his social banishment from vorcha "society" due to his striking otherness, but also made a life as professional high-class mercenary possible.
By now Krask has made a name for himself as a "man" who is able to think for himself and at the same time stays absolutly loyal as long as he gets paid.
He's quite skilled in the handling of tech-weapons, conventional weapons, explosives and of cause the "cultural weapon" of the vorcha, the flame thrower.


*you don't see krask yet, but you hear some quiet arguing from the entry. You recognize the low bass of the doorman of the Thessia Blues, and an other, sibilant and unconversant voice. The topic of their dispute isn't understandable*

Thessia Blues had few rules. All weapons must remain holstered except in a private room. Any private rooms must be booked ahead of time. No members of the Blood Pack. And no Vorcha. Of course there are exceptions to all rules.

Hearing the commotion Tilani figured that someone was trying to muscle their way into the bar, perhaps even a drunk. She got up to check what was going on, since this person seemed rather insistent, and since the doorman hadn't removed him already, it seemed worth her time to check it out.

"Vorcha aren't usually allowed here, they have a tendency to skip out on their bills." She said as she approached the door, her hips swaying as she walked.

*i sigh a bit*
I ssssee...but ssstill, i DO have money, i'm even willing to hand over my weaponss which are all licsenssed by the way if really necesssary, i'm no regisstered member of the blood pack and i never made any troubless on the csitadel...sssso what exssactly iss your problem withss me asssari?
*i don't even sound agressive, more annoyed and a bit resignated. Over the whole time i didn't reach to my weapon even once (a behavior which is absolutly atypical for a vorcha...with your 188 years you KNOW, that waving with their weapons is for vorcha some kind of facial expression), and the LENGHT of that sentence is alomst unbelievable.*

She listened to him speak with an edge of disbelief. "All weapons better be handed to a doorman, and I expect all credits up front. If you're here for a meeting then ask a bartender."

I turn to head back to my booth, flashing you my M-5 Phalanx strapped to my leg through an opening in my evening dress.

*As you turn around you notice a slightly impressed look in direction of the heavy gun while i not even spare a single glance on your well-shaped back.
Wordless i hand over a M-6-Carnifex pistol and an apparently heavy modded Vindicator rifle. After a short hesitation i also release the small, wrist-mounted flamethrower. I don't even bother to tell the doorman what horrible things i would do to him, his family and everyone who knows him, if i wouldn't get these weapons back in the same state they are now (also common behaviour of vorcha...IF they are willing to seperate themselfes from there weapons at all)...an after that procedure i follow you inside where i head to the bar first*

Good evening *i clear my throat*...i guesss you don't ssserve vorcha-drinkss here?

"Not really, I can get you a Krogan drink." One of the bartenders answered, a shotgun strapped to the back of their waist. "Last time a Vorcha was even in here it ended with someone having to pull one off of some poor Turian bastard. Kid went home with half a face. After that Tilani put her foot down on Vorcha."

I undersstand...although at thiss point i don't exsscuse me anymore for the more...uncsivilizssed partss of my race. Jussst let me enssure you, that i won't harm anyone here asss long ass none harmss me. And even IF...i won't ssend anyone with half hiss face home.
However, one Tuchanka-Grog then...
Who isss the asssari over there? Am i right in assssuming that i owe her the right to even be here? *my sibilant voice sounds a bit bitter on the last question*

"Ms. V'Tori? She owns the place, inherited from her father." he bartender says as she pointed to a picture of a Krogan behind her above the bar. "Apparently the guy won the place in a fist fight. It used to be a literal shit hole until she took over."

*i turn around and raise my glas in Tilanis direction with a greeting nod*
Hmm...i ssse, it'sss all fancy and stuff, but...is the placsse alwaysss ssso empty? *My gaze slews back to the barkeeper*

The bartender turned to serve a drink quickly to another patron while she spoke. "Word is someone important is meeting with someone dangerous tonight. Some Drell or something, I wasn't paying attention. Smarter patrons decided to keep away for the night."

Name: Selina Williams
Age: 28
Race: Human
Appereance:
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Skills and training: Is a master marksman able to use any type of weapon even if she hasn't seen it before, she is athletic and quick and he is great at hand to hand combat.
History: Unknown at the moment

Selina walks in and examined her environment before walking to the bar, she sits at the bar resting her arms on the bar looking at the bartender "Give me anything that's strong enough to put me in a good mood."

Mhhhhhm...interesssting...*i "mumble" (as far as vorcha are able to mumble) more to myself*

Sssay, what isss Misss Telani'ss favorite drink? Make me one...
*i take out a credit-chip and pay for my drink as well as for the one the bartender is about to give me, together with a generous tip*

The bartender nods as the two give their orders. "Two Thessian Temples then, coming right up." The bartender quickly goes to work making the drinks for the guests. "Just don't get in too good a mood. Ms. V'Tori tends to get hands on with some of the cuter guests." The bartender said as she placed the drinks in front of them.

I pick up the glass and smirks at your remark "Would be the first time." SO say before taking a sip of the drink, I smile as I love the taste of it "This is good~"