Red eyes, black crestAllegiance:
eh, whatever’s availableWeapons:
M-76 Revenant, M-3 PredatorPhysical Description:
A fairly typical specimen of a Krogan Warrior, Wrun stands tall and strong, and all those other things one might expect a Krogan to be. His skin is a dull grey, and his crest is solid black.Biography:
Wrun was born off world to a pair of Krogan Mercenaries, who unceremoniously dumped him off on his own as soon as he was physically capable of caring for himself.
Wrun spent many years of his life fighting for the Blood Pack, where he specialized as a Shock Trooper, usually leading small groups of Vorcha and Varren.
He developed a strange and unusual friendship with one particular Vorcha called Garar.
The two left the Blood Pack as a pair and went travelling, taking jobs of almost any kind. Assassinations, Thug work, Security, High Risk Messengers, you name it, they’d do it.
And they were good at doing what they did. Reports of the strange pair of do-anything mercs spread quickly, and sightings of them show up here and there in tabloid news articles and common gossip, spreading over nearly all of colonized space and far too wide a span of time for a Vorcha to stay alive.
The pair is the stuff of legend. If only the legends weren’t such crap.Name:
Red eyes, no hairAlliegiance:
M-9 Tempest, anything he can stealPhysical Description:
A typical vorcha. Big on teeth, low on charm.Biography:
Many vorcha have worn the name Garar over the years while working with Wrun, though for whatever reasons, they have all exhibited the same idiosyncrasies and attitudes.
Garar is, in simple terms, a twit. Nothing can ever be taken seriously in his eyes. This is clearly apparent by his attitudes in (and out of) combat.
He will steal every weapon he can get his hands on during any combat situation, though Wrun forces him to leave most if not all of them behind at the end of every mission.
Frequently, Wrun is forced to strap Garar to his back to prevent his shenanigans. And you don’t the meaning of the word “special” until you’ve seen a fully grown Vorcha being carried around in a backpack like a baby. Ironically, this can emulate the “back to back” tactic of close range fighting quite well, without Wrun having to worry about Garar losing focus and running off to loot someone’s guns in the middle of a fight.
Nobody knows how many Garars there have been over the years except Wrun. And he’s not telling.
Other: Wrun and Garar get around in a ship called the Vuru