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Introducing a new OC of mine! I really hope to get more art of her soon >w>
Also, yes, I know Bioware made a decision in Mass Effect 3 to make quarians look like humans with glowey eyes and two fingers, but since it was a stupid ass decision, I've chosen to ignore it and reference the original concept art from the first game. ;P
Tira'Vos was born on the Pavo, an abandoned human freighter that a quarian salvage crew was able to repair back to void-worthiness. One of its quirks, however, was that the VI assistant was in a terrible state of disrepair, and though the engineers were able to isolate it from any of the primary functions of the ship, it still haunted various corners of the ship and triggered random events such as lights or noises. Tira had always wanted to see it and would often sneak out on her own. However, she was constantly thwarted by the lack of privacy that was the hallmark of living in the migrant fleet. When she did finally meet the Ghost of Pavo, she only caught a glimpse of it before it flickered out, which she blamed on her crewmates waylaying her.
This resentment turned her into a very rebellious teen girl who constantly found new ways to get away from her parents and nosy crewmates. From the time she received her first omni-tool, she began collecting new functions and widgets, no matter how pointless they were. It became a mark of pride for her when she was able to get out of detention in school by flash-banging her entire class and making a run for a vent. It took the maintenance crews eight hours to find her, but they never found her omni-tool.
When it came time for her pilgrimage, she was overjoyed. She couldn't wait to leave her ship behind and see the rest of the galaxy, and perhaps even see a real human in the flesh! She wound up on Omega, where she offered her services as a freelance omni-tool repairwoman. However, she quickly found that the credits just weren't enough, and she needed to find a better opportunity. That was when she learned from another quarian on the station that local gangs and mercenary groups were always on the lookout for talented hackers and machinists, and Tira jumped at the opportunity. She had just an idea how to get their attention, too! She'd find a really powerful warlord, use her omni-tool's abilities to sneak past all their security, and then introduce herself and offer her services! It was a perfect plan, and there was a powerful mercenary band in her own neck of the woods! Her plan went smoothly, she introduced herself, and she told the warlord how she could provide her services to him for a nominal fee...unless he wanted her to go straight to his opposition. As it turns out, she had done absolutely no research into who this warlord was or what his organization, the Blood Pack, was all about…
The gang leader, a krogan named Ganar Tuzk, was impressed enough to issue a "restrained" response. A collar was slapped about Tira’s neck, and she was informed that she would quickly find herself without her suit if she tried to dictate the conditions of her employment again.
Thus, did she become a skilled slave, which put her above the other menial slaves but still below the vorcha foot soldiers that took every opportunity to bully her. Over the next several months, she would frequently find herself dragged from her cell and into one bloody situation after another, every so often being unceremoniously shoved before a terminal and ordered to hack it.
It was eight months into her ordeal when her luck finally turned around. After a grueling fight through an old mining complex, Tuzk dropped her before another terminal and began organizing defensive positions about the area in preparation for the Blue Suns’ response. She had just gained access to the private messages when the terminal received a message from an anonymous user. It would organize Tira’s freedom, and in return it had uploaded a program and asked Tira to run it. She didn’t have long to make a decision, and the quarian went with her gut and ran the program.
Immediately, all the lights in the complex flickered and died. There were angry shouts followed by gunshots. Tira ducked her head and activated her suit visor’s night vision capability, catching sight of a turian in armor that she didn’t immediately recognize as belonging to any mercenary company. He dodged and weaved among the vorcha, cutting through them as they shot wildly into the darkness. She could only watch dumbfounded as he made his way over to her, waved his omni-tool over the terminal, and then bobbed and weaved his way back out the way he came.
He almost escaped before Tira finally urged her legs to move and follow after him. She lost him on multiple occasions, and it was purely through her own intuition that she met him at the landing pads outside. There was a shuttle waiting, and he was just climbing into it! She called out to him, and he turned to look at her. His face and the apologetic expression upon it were burned into her memory as the door closed behind him, the shuttle lifting off without her.
Tira screamed. On two occasions now, she’d trusted her gut, and on two occasions, it had betrayed her. Before she could tear off her mask and welcome the release of death, she felt an enormous hand grip her neck from behind and lift her off the ground. Tuzk had caught up to her, and with a loud bellow, made his fury clear as he tossed her like a doll.
Her body rolled across the landing pad, and she would have tumbled over the edge if she hadn’t grabbed onto the railing in the nick of time. The jungle sprawled a hundred feet below her and Tuzk towered over six feet above her. Both spelled her doom, but as the krogan lifted his foot to crush her, she put her trust in her intuition. This time, it did not fail her.
She activated the flash-bang function on her omni-tool, sending Tuzk reeling back. Though her body ached, Tira pulled herself back on to the landing pad and took off back the way she came. A vent presented itself, and she threw herself into it. It was claustrophobic and cramped, but it was just like home.
She didn’t see any more Blood Pack, only Blue Suns as they reclaimed their base of operations. That night, she emerged from her hideaway and stole aboard a transport. It took another few trips and a few more close calls before she finally ended up on the cosmopolitan world of Illium.
Once more, Tira finds herself free to pursue her whims, though this time the sweet taste of freedom brings with it a bitter dose of hard reality. She may be free to leave, but she had nowhere to go that would be safe. For all its gloss, there was a dark underbelly on Illium, too, and if Tuzk was still alive, it was only a matter of time before he hunted her down. She needed allies, she needed protection, and lucky for her, someone else knew that as well.
Laeis Tendori had kept an eye on this quarian woman since after he had observed her escape. Though circumstance had made her a pawn in that crucible, perhaps now she could be something more. She wouldn’t trust him, and he deserved that distrust, but if she wanted freedom and protection, a Spectre is more than she could have asked for…
Art by
Tira'Vos nar Pavo is owned by me
Also, yes, I know Bioware made a decision in Mass Effect 3 to make quarians look like humans with glowey eyes and two fingers, but since it was a stupid ass decision, I've chosen to ignore it and reference the original concept art from the first game. ;P
Tira'Vos was born on the Pavo, an abandoned human freighter that a quarian salvage crew was able to repair back to void-worthiness. One of its quirks, however, was that the VI assistant was in a terrible state of disrepair, and though the engineers were able to isolate it from any of the primary functions of the ship, it still haunted various corners of the ship and triggered random events such as lights or noises. Tira had always wanted to see it and would often sneak out on her own. However, she was constantly thwarted by the lack of privacy that was the hallmark of living in the migrant fleet. When she did finally meet the Ghost of Pavo, she only caught a glimpse of it before it flickered out, which she blamed on her crewmates waylaying her.
This resentment turned her into a very rebellious teen girl who constantly found new ways to get away from her parents and nosy crewmates. From the time she received her first omni-tool, she began collecting new functions and widgets, no matter how pointless they were. It became a mark of pride for her when she was able to get out of detention in school by flash-banging her entire class and making a run for a vent. It took the maintenance crews eight hours to find her, but they never found her omni-tool.
When it came time for her pilgrimage, she was overjoyed. She couldn't wait to leave her ship behind and see the rest of the galaxy, and perhaps even see a real human in the flesh! She wound up on Omega, where she offered her services as a freelance omni-tool repairwoman. However, she quickly found that the credits just weren't enough, and she needed to find a better opportunity. That was when she learned from another quarian on the station that local gangs and mercenary groups were always on the lookout for talented hackers and machinists, and Tira jumped at the opportunity. She had just an idea how to get their attention, too! She'd find a really powerful warlord, use her omni-tool's abilities to sneak past all their security, and then introduce herself and offer her services! It was a perfect plan, and there was a powerful mercenary band in her own neck of the woods! Her plan went smoothly, she introduced herself, and she told the warlord how she could provide her services to him for a nominal fee...unless he wanted her to go straight to his opposition. As it turns out, she had done absolutely no research into who this warlord was or what his organization, the Blood Pack, was all about…
The gang leader, a krogan named Ganar Tuzk, was impressed enough to issue a "restrained" response. A collar was slapped about Tira’s neck, and she was informed that she would quickly find herself without her suit if she tried to dictate the conditions of her employment again.
Thus, did she become a skilled slave, which put her above the other menial slaves but still below the vorcha foot soldiers that took every opportunity to bully her. Over the next several months, she would frequently find herself dragged from her cell and into one bloody situation after another, every so often being unceremoniously shoved before a terminal and ordered to hack it.
It was eight months into her ordeal when her luck finally turned around. After a grueling fight through an old mining complex, Tuzk dropped her before another terminal and began organizing defensive positions about the area in preparation for the Blue Suns’ response. She had just gained access to the private messages when the terminal received a message from an anonymous user. It would organize Tira’s freedom, and in return it had uploaded a program and asked Tira to run it. She didn’t have long to make a decision, and the quarian went with her gut and ran the program.
Immediately, all the lights in the complex flickered and died. There were angry shouts followed by gunshots. Tira ducked her head and activated her suit visor’s night vision capability, catching sight of a turian in armor that she didn’t immediately recognize as belonging to any mercenary company. He dodged and weaved among the vorcha, cutting through them as they shot wildly into the darkness. She could only watch dumbfounded as he made his way over to her, waved his omni-tool over the terminal, and then bobbed and weaved his way back out the way he came.
He almost escaped before Tira finally urged her legs to move and follow after him. She lost him on multiple occasions, and it was purely through her own intuition that she met him at the landing pads outside. There was a shuttle waiting, and he was just climbing into it! She called out to him, and he turned to look at her. His face and the apologetic expression upon it were burned into her memory as the door closed behind him, the shuttle lifting off without her.
Tira screamed. On two occasions now, she’d trusted her gut, and on two occasions, it had betrayed her. Before she could tear off her mask and welcome the release of death, she felt an enormous hand grip her neck from behind and lift her off the ground. Tuzk had caught up to her, and with a loud bellow, made his fury clear as he tossed her like a doll.
Her body rolled across the landing pad, and she would have tumbled over the edge if she hadn’t grabbed onto the railing in the nick of time. The jungle sprawled a hundred feet below her and Tuzk towered over six feet above her. Both spelled her doom, but as the krogan lifted his foot to crush her, she put her trust in her intuition. This time, it did not fail her.
She activated the flash-bang function on her omni-tool, sending Tuzk reeling back. Though her body ached, Tira pulled herself back on to the landing pad and took off back the way she came. A vent presented itself, and she threw herself into it. It was claustrophobic and cramped, but it was just like home.
She didn’t see any more Blood Pack, only Blue Suns as they reclaimed their base of operations. That night, she emerged from her hideaway and stole aboard a transport. It took another few trips and a few more close calls before she finally ended up on the cosmopolitan world of Illium.
Once more, Tira finds herself free to pursue her whims, though this time the sweet taste of freedom brings with it a bitter dose of hard reality. She may be free to leave, but she had nowhere to go that would be safe. For all its gloss, there was a dark underbelly on Illium, too, and if Tuzk was still alive, it was only a matter of time before he hunted her down. She needed allies, she needed protection, and lucky for her, someone else knew that as well.
Laeis Tendori had kept an eye on this quarian woman since after he had observed her escape. Though circumstance had made her a pawn in that crucible, perhaps now she could be something more. She wouldn’t trust him, and he deserved that distrust, but if she wanted freedom and protection, a Spectre is more than she could have asked for…
Art by
Tira'Vos nar Pavo is owned by me
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Quarian
Size 3900 x 3300px
File Size 3.02 MB
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