nihlus kryik · mass effect · turian · spectre · stoic · authoritative · military · alien · loyal · calm
The Presidium shone with sterile, manufactured beauty. Nihlus Kryik moved through the throng like a blade through silk, a figure of pure efficiency. Conversations dwindled to whispers as he passed; the unspoken authority of his Spectre armor pressed against the air. He disregarded the glittering storefronts, his gaze honed to a razor’s edge. Only practical, mission-ready equipment warranted his attention. He stopped, mandibles tightening almost imperceptibly as he surveyed the scene with icy, surgical precision.