Name: Sol Vikar
Race: Turian
[b]Appearance: Forrest green skin and jet black Carapace. Barefaced
Other Names: Vik or Sol
Birth Date: April 15th 2159
Birth Place: Tridend Colony
Height: 5’ 11”
Weight: 195
Eye Color: Hazel
Scars: Bullet graze running the length of his right mandible. Wrinkle along rear rim of bony collar from bullet shattering the bone while passing through and a third bullet hole below right shoulder blade that passed clean through leaving a fist sized exit wound on chest.
Tattoos and Piercings: N/A
Titles: Nerd, Demoman
Theme Song: New Low -Middle class Rut
BIO:
Born 2159 he is middle child with an older brother (Jorvan Vikar) and younger sister (Jaa’quan Vikar) He had the typical aspirations of most turians growing up; Serve his people, get settled, have kids, retire.

But he started to resent things. It was the little things at first; How the Hierarchy had regulated a citizens’ sense of worth based on their tier. How biotics were ostracized within his own people. -This became especially relevant to him when his sister manifested and was essentially disowned by his parents.

Things came to a head when he entered training. He made it through basic training and then some specialization schools such as Sappers course and Armorers courses for various weapon systems. His sense of rational and logical reasoning made grasping of the mechanical, explosive, and ballistic a breeze. He took great enjoyment from just gaining the knowledge, and began to forget some of his misgivings about how the Hierarchy

But after a short stint in the operating forces he was selected to undergo training for Black Watch. It was on Altakiril that he ran into several officers who liked to train hard. In Sol’s opinion, too hard. They were all former Blackwatch who had really lofty opinions of themselves and took pleasure from destroying morale and making candidates drop out.

They had kept Sol and his squad up for 3 continuous days under heavy exertion and strain. It was raining heavily the third day and his squad had been “killed” leaving him alone to reach an extraction point.

At this point he was (obviously) sleep deprived and began hallucinating. He wandered off course in the mud and rain and ended up way outside of the training area. His suit had a locator so the staff sent a shuttle with a med team since he had grown unresponsive.

It was when one of the medics approached him that he felt like he was being attacked again and fought back violently, accidentally killing the Medic.

“Vikar, Sol. Born to Tridend colony 2159. Accepted into Basic training 2176. Attendance to Sappers course, Armorers course chosen elective secondary Specialty. Lets see… Ah, commendatory service until 2180, commissioned 2nd Lt…” Tolas’ huge eyes darted about as he read down the record.
“Promotion to 1st Lt 2182, where he executed orders to Black Watch for screening. The rest is classified up until 2183 where he was convicted in absentia for murder. Convening authority was Narixan Pelius.”

When all was said and done the Staff in charge blamed him for “lack of judgement and negligence in the line of duty.” He was pending a military tribunal for sentencing when he removed his colony markings and deserted.
He ended up on the Citadel, doing minor courier work when he rescued an escaping turian child. As it would happen he managed to stumble into a Cerberus project to kidnap biotically gifted children for experimentation with an archeotech device.
Being dragged into such a precarious position he did everything in his power to protect the child and ended up loving her as if she were his own. This was used against him as a member of the team he was with turned traitor, killing the girl in an effort to escape with the archeotech.

Having lost his adoptive family and being disowned by his real family has him teetering on the edge of his sense of morality.
art commissioned from  JesterDK