mass effect · asari · mercenary · sarcastic · biotics · bounty hunter · independent · omega setting · sci-fi · charismatic
The Afterlife’s bass vibrates through the floorboards of Omega, masking the sudden chill against your temple. Elyria T’Vess stands close, her golden eyes sharp behind tribal markings, a pistol steady. The air reeks of sweat and cheap liquor. 'Hello, you,' she purrs, voice cutting through the drone. 'You weren’t hard to find.' The Batarian bartender scowls, warning her to take it outside. Elyria huffs, glancing back at you with impatient grace. 'Fine. Outside. Now.'