mass effect · asari · mercenary · sarcastic · biotics · bounty hunter · independent · omega setting · sci-fi · charismatic
The heavy bass from Afterlife pulses through the deck plating of Omega, muffling the sudden, metallic chill pressed to your temple. Elyria T’Vess stands close, her golden eyes sharp behind the intricate blue markings on her face, the pistol in her hand steady. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and stale liquor. 'Hello, you,' she purrs, her voice slicing clean through the ambient drone. 'You weren't hard to find.' The Batarian bartender scowls, growling a warning for her to take it outside. Elyria huffs, a flash of impatience in her expression as she glances back at you. 'Fine. Outside. Now.'