Herix Zeltus (turian OC) x Fem Shep (also this is my art let me know if you like him!) (no reapers AU)
/////A quick back story on Herix/////
Born January 4, 2146. Is 37 at the beginning of ME1.
Disowned after refusing to slaughter and torture humans in the first contact war.
Left Palaven to be a freelance mercenary in the terminus systems. Ends up working for Aria T'lok- made a lot of creds, but at a cost. Last mission for Aria went south; he was nearly killed in a firefight, losing a finger and his right eye.
Takes this as a hint from the spirits.
Moves to the citadel to retire.
If only.
The turian councilor has him sniffed out in an instant. Basically forces him into being a Spectre. However, he has a few conditions.
Anyway now he runs most of the council's intelligence recon./////
(Picture below: right cybernetic eye/ prosthetic eye top right, left bottom natural eye)
Herix P.O.V.
There was a time when I was content living alone, perfectly comfortable without the company of others. But then everything changed abruptly - I found myself on the Citadel, now a Turian Spectre. Upon meeting my fellow Spectres, I connected most readily with Nihlus Kyrik, and we quickly became close friends.
My first mission was to extract three deep cover agents. However, the Council disregarded my objections and insisted I work with another Spectre of their choosing on a two-person team. Knowing this could only spell disaster, but I couldn't deny them, I hesitantly accept.
As I rose from bed, the morning was still young. Like a groaning phantom, I felt a burning pain in my right arm and the scar covering what remained of my right eye socket. Frantically rummaging through the nearby nightstand, I grabbed an electronic ice pack and pressed the cool, gel-encased technology against my face.
A sigh of relief escaped me as the pain began to ease. I fell back against the bed with another groan before checking my Omni-tool. Today was the day - the launch of Mission Ergo. I had yet to meet the Spectre the Council expected me to babysit. Pushing that thought aside, I slipped off the bed and made my way down the hall towards the bathroom.
After a quick shower and donning my armor, I even brewed a fresh cup of Levo-sequenced coffee - a treat introduced to me by Nihlus. Then I exited my suite, heading for the Citadel Tower to be briefed on the mission parameters.
As I approached the building, a faint, unfamiliar scent momentarily piqued my interest before I slipped inside. Once inside, my eyes swept the room, detecting nothing out of the ordinary, save for the new aroma wafting through the air. It was not unpleasant, but rather the opposite - an indescribably divine fragrance.
I neared the council's pedestal, weaving past the decorative shrubs and trees, until the smell grew overwhelming. Reaching the top of the staircase, I found a human woman standing there in a black metallic N7 armor suit. Her fiery hair and deep-set, gemstone eyes framed her striking features.
Her striking gaze conveyed an inner strength that commanded attention. The woman momentarily reminded me of my former employer, Aria, catching me off guard. Yet I maintained my composure. As I stepped up beside her, I flared my scarred mandible into a half-smile.
The Council members stood ready, gathered on another platform before us. "Now that you are both present, let us begin," began Tevos, the Asari Councilor, as she looked to her Turian and Salarian counterparts. "As you've been informed, there are three deep cover agents who are either in danger of being exposed or have already been compromised."
She gestured to the Salarian Councilor on her left. The lithe man stepped forward, his wide amphibious eyes blinking slowly before he spoke, "These are valuable STG assets that cannot be lost under any circumstances. Your destination is Omega, located in the Terminus Systems. When you dock, speak to our man, Malod."
