
“I think about this all the time. I’ve realized, belatedly, that Tarquin must have wondered at it, too — ever unsure if he’d receive a word of censure or praise. Spirits, but I was so blind to it, to this conflict that I had not realized I’d created.
I don’t think he ever knew — but yes, I was proud of him. He was made a lieutenant at a very young age. Perhaps that inexperience…hurt him…in the end, but I can think of a dozen field commanders who would have made the same call.
I was harsh on him. Stern. I was his father and not his friend. That much, I don’t regret. But I loved him. I followed his accomplishments with pride. I watched him become a turian worthy of the Victus name. I know, now, that I had cast a long shadow over him. He lived always in comparison to his father. I wish I could have seen him become his own man — but that chance will never come.”
“I share the viewpoint, I suppose, that most turians have. The asari are the most advanced race, and the most experienced. This gives them a tactical advantage on and off the battlefield. The spirits of our ancestors are proud to see our species carrying on such a long and distinguished alliance with them. We may have superior martial might, but we would be fools indeed to attempt to outmaneuver them.
Sometimes, I think, the asari are too fractious. They are like humans, in this. Their notion of personal freedom often runs counter to the needs of their people as a whole. This isn’t exactly mystifying to me, but it’s very telling about their culture. They simply do not value the greater need in the way that turians do. The system of their Republic might be democratic, but it’s also divisive, unlike the unified government of the Hierarchy. I consider the asari staunch allies, but I don’t always trust their methods.”
“Spirits…Garrus Vakarian. A loaded name in a time like this. Polarized. A third of the galaxy admires him, a third hates the example he sets, and the rest are locked and loaded, seeking their revenge. He deserves all of it — but hell if I don’t pray he comes out on top.
He’s far from orthodox, and that’s exactly what our people need right now. I’m easily the most progressive turian of my rank, but Vakarian far surpasses me. You can’t just duplicate the kind of bond he has with the krogan and quarian peoples. The humans. Species that had long been called ‘enemy’ sit in our councils, fight by our side, die with us. He gets it. I may work within the system — Vakarian defies it. ‘What system?’ He’s made countless enemies like this, but he has good people at his back, watching his six.
We’ll butt heads from time to time —”
{ an unrestrained laugh }
"—but considering his relationship with the krogan Clan Chief, that shouldn’t surprise me. I know there are arguments, disagreements, heated words in our future. I’m ready for it. I trust him to put us in our place and call us out when we deserve it. He’s the dynamism the Hierarchy desperately needs, whether we like it or not.
I’m proud of the kid, even if he can’t see in himself what I so easily can. He’s smart. Savvy. Pragmatic. He’s dedicated as hell and he actually cares. Maybe he’d cringe at Die For the Cause, but he embodies our anthem better than anyone I know. Someday, perhaps, he’ll see why.”
2. Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
He has various scars around his body throughout the years, as well as some aging on the plates of his face. Still, nothing is really distinct enough to stand out or be memorable. (Also answered here.)
14. Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
He works well with teams. However, his cooperation is largely contingent on his role. For the most part, he trusts when others are in a position of leadership, but never so much as when he trusts himself. He works most effectively as a commander, but he still prefers to fight side-by-side with his men.
17. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?
He’s an extrovert. He does love going out and spending time with people, but he’s selective; both about what he’ll do and who he’ll do it with. He has a small number of people he cares about, and with them he’s very sociable. Adrien’s neutral to most other people. On the other hand, he’s perfectly content with solitude and quiet. He’s spent many years like that, anyway. Victus is calm in large crowds. However, he might have flashbacks if these crowds get rowdy — he doesn’t have PTSD, per se, but it will draw his attention, briefly, to memories of battles he’s had. It won’t particularly jar him, however. (Also answered here.)
23. Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?
He’s very much a romantic at heart, although not foolishly so. He’ll walk into things eyes-open. While he’s not expressly cynical, he’s realistic. He wasn’t planning on entering any relationships after the death of his wife. Even so, one of the most important elements of a bond with a partner would require an immense amount of trust and respect. Without these traits, it’s not going to go anywhere.
He’s charmed by optimism — not naivety. Looking towards the future with hope, even with the understanding that it may be doomed all the same — is important to him. Someone with this quality will surely charm him, as would a strong sense of justice and compassion. It’s traits of character, above all else, that make a great emotional impact on him.
2. Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
He has various scars around his body throughout the years, as well as some aging on the plates of his face. Still, nothing is really distinct enough to stand out or be memorable.
9. Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
He does, in fact, dream. However, it’s very rare that he’ll remember it. Most nights he has trouble falling asleep to begin with, and when he does, he’ll turn around and twist himself up in covers. When he’s given up on attempting to rest, he’ll attempt to return to work, if he can. If not, he’ll watch classic vids or listen to music to give himself something to focus on and divert his thoughts.
17. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?
He’s an extrovert. He does love going out and spending time with people, but he’s selective; both about what he’ll do and who he’ll do it with. He has a small number of people he cares about, and with them he’s very sociable. Adrien’s neutral to most other people. On the other hand, he’s perfectly content with solitude and quiet. He’s spent many years like that, anyway. Victus is calm in large crowds. However, he might have flashbacks if these crowds get rowdy — he doesn’t have PTSD, per se, but it will draw his attention, briefly, to memories of battles he’s had. It won’t particularly jar him, however.
21. Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
1. The safety and security of the turian people. If there were a way to make life better and more equitable for turians — no matter their colony — he would.
2. His wife and son. While he’s moved on from Calpurnia’s death, which was over eleven years ago, he’s carried massive emotional scars ever since, and he regrets that things had not been different for them. Especially with Tarquin, where Adrien regrets his inability to have raised him with more outward affection. He had always loved his son, but he showed it through discipline. It was the only way he knew how. If he had even one day to speak to them both, he would take it. He’d say the things he never got the chance to.
3. This is no joke — he’d wish for Shepard’s happiness. He sees much of himself in them, and he respects few others in the way that he does the Commander. Adrien also sees the opportunity for their happiness to be fulfilled in a way that his own was not. He’s content with his lot; that’s enough for him. But Shepard deserves so much more. He will make a great effort to secure what he can for them.
The exploration of new worlds. Sometimes his postings took him on UNC missions. Even if it was hellish and grueling, something about the raw wildness of these planets, moons and anomalous satellites stirred the fire in him, the dogged determination to search for the truth, to step foot on an ancient continent for the first time in turian history — to be one of the first landing teams on the site of a new colony that would sustain his people for the next thousand years or more, or look up at a foreign sky and see fantastical cosmic views. There’s nothing else that can compare.

It always began and ended the same way, didn’t it?
His successes tasted sweet only vis-a-vis the pain of the loss that had preceded them. Victories were meaningless without sacrifice. Accomplishments meant nothing without struggle.
Why, then, did another piece of him fracture and crumble as he watched the hellish glow of the explosion, blaze reflected in the chrome of his armor, the twin mirrors of his eyes. His face showed nothing. Not sorrow, not anger, not surprise. Time stilled — and then went on forever.
His hands clenched at his sides, helpless…until he raised his rifle once more. Damned be this galaxy and the people it had taken from him. Every shot, every kill he took with a coldly renewed vigor reclaimed a spirit that he had loved. His family. His friendships. His comrades in arms. He would grieve later. For now, numbness and steely resolve had settled over him.
He fought this war for them.
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Public Access Terminal. View file: Primarch Adrien Victus
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Primarch Adrien Victus
[ Galactic standard years: 61 ]
[ Weight: not on record ]
[ Height: 203 cm ]
[ Gender: male ]
Wife: Calpurnia Victus [deceased]
Son: Tarquin Victus [deceased]
_»Personal history:
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Born 2125 on the planet Palaven. Neither records nor facial tattooing indicate that Victus was birthed in any Cipritine hospitals or clinics. [Redacted] Although on file, personal history has been removed from public record upon the Primarch’s request, citing his preference for privacy. Applications to view these files must be submitted to the Ministry of Home Affairs and undergo an approval process, as per section 12.41.83.
_»Medical profile:
Enjoying an extended, quality-enhanced lifespan similar to the 150-year average expected by the human species, Victus’ sixty-one years does not hold him back from engaging in active conflict. A diligent and seasoned veteran, he submits himself to a sustained and rigorous routine to maintain his carefully conditioned physical fitness and battle-readiness.
The Global Assessment of Functioning considers psychological, social, and occupational functioning on a hypothetical continuum of mental health illness. Primarch Victus’ mental health profile on this scale scores low relative to healthy individuals. Testing found indications of high levels of stress, anxiety, and depression present and modifying behavioral patterns. [Redacted]
_»Military hallmarks:
The name Victus has upheld a decorated military legacy since the Unification War. Adrien has continued that tradition, from the early away missions that earned him his first stripes in the legionnaire to his blisteringly successful strategies that led to a field promotion from colonel to brigadier general during the Relay 314 Incident. The general’s savvy, perceptiveness and brutal precision allowed him to excel in his military career. His meteoric rise through the meritocracy has been further propelled by sheer determination and resounding fortitude. If the art of war were a symphony, he would be its composer.
Victus’ practiced ability to command manifests in his passion and skill for tactical manipulation. It has been argued, mainly from turian high command, that the general’s unorthodox methods are reckless and impulsive, when really they are carefully calculated and have provided innovative strategies. Though the ethics behind his adroit mind have been put into question, no one can deny the effectiveness of his decisions on the battlefield.
In both training exercises and trial-by-fire on the mortar-scarred battlefield, Victus led his command to thwart hostiles with exacting skill and canny foresight. One of Victus’ most recent and notable victories exemplifies his martial intellect. During a brief war waged on Taetrus in 2185, Victus permitted a salarian spy ring to throw their outfits against turian separatists that the general was sent to eliminate, holding his men back until the skirmishers had decimated each others’ forces. This tactic earned him some criticism for the risky and ethically unsound strategy. However, Victus argued that he conserved more of his men and resources with this method and steadfastly maintained that he regretted none of his choices.
Indeed, the general sees little shame in being an opportunist in regards to warfare. Flank the enemy unseen; let them weary themselves and exhaust their resources; then, move in for the kill — swift, effective, and crushingly brutal. Vae victis. His modus operandi may cause many to question the general’s methods and how he thinks, but the general’s sole focus is loyalty and honor to his soldiers and his people.
In 2186, Victus served on Menae in an organized effort to hold back the Reaper forces. It was during this conflict that his predecessor, Primarch Fedorian, was killed when his shuttle was shot down by the enemy. According to his impressive rank in the meritocracy and the Hierarchy’s stringent succession protocol, Adrien Victus was to inherit the mantle of Primarch of Palaven. Like the ideal of the quintessential turian he had both managed to defy and epitomize, he quelled his regret and hesitation, stepping forward to assume his new role. Yet, Victus vowed he would fight to his dying breath to stop the Reapers.
{ Victory…at any cost. }
_»Personality profile:
In his youth, Victus was a more open, impulsive turian. The instigator of conflicts more often than not, he earned little favor with his elders until he learned to marshal himself and others with a cool mind and far-seeing prudence. His fire may have been tempered, but even curbed flames maintain their wildness — and can bite and scar and sear just as hot. Indeed, the fire still simmers in his belly. He is slow to anger, but he rages as bitingly as Palaven’s scorched summers when provoked.
General Victus is older than the average soldier, having reached a position in life that draws from both experience and a steadfast, unwavering demeanor. He is resolved in his actions and rarely acts as he did in his tempestuous and unbridled youth — which varied from idiotic dares to downright recklessness. Victus is someone who comes across as stern and abrupt in his commands, but with a sense of care and underlining compassion as well which has sparked admiration in the soldiers he treats as equals.
War is in his blood, and his soldiers are more than just anonymous weapons; they are his brother-in-arms. Victus’ allegiances are such that he would gladly fight and die standing beside you, a trait for which he has gained recognition and garnered adoration and loyalty from those he fought alongside. To lose a man under his watch is a personal loss that is not shown, but felt, and kept with him throughout his life. Ask the general to list the servicemen and women that have given their lives for the Hierarchy under his command, and he will answer is precise and unswerving detail. A soldier to the marrow, his very being calls for him to be unyielding in his decisions and to accept the loss which war brings without remorse — the greatest of honors for his people is to be remembered, and Victus makes sure to remember them all. His dead, his many dead, are never forgotten.
“The strategist in me admires their brutality. The turian in me knows I’m watching the destruction of fifteen thousand years of civilization. My civilization.”
Primarch Victus is a somber and silent individual when alone. He is an entity who spends his days putting forth all his time and energy into others, only to then find himself at a loss of what to do when it is just him; restless and agitated if he can not find something to occupy his thoughts with. Such things are maddening in a sense, the ever-present silence drowning him, only to be overwhelmed with past transgressions and memories he does not care to recollect. This troublesome rumination was a non-issue when he was still a soldier, when there was no time for sitting, no time for recollecting or waiting or bureaucracy and answering diplomatic transmissions for hours on end.
Victus is utterly obdurate, which time has proven to be both his strength and his weakness. The suddenness of being thrust into a position that the turian general thought would never come during his lifetime had abruptly shattered his world, and placed the battle-forged leader into an entirely different environment from what he was used to — one that he must adapt to and shape to suit his purposes — like any other war-ravaged zone.
_»Current status:
Following the death of Primarch Fedorian and Victus’ subsequent appointment in his stead, he has remained Primarch of Palaven. He has no remaining family left in this fractured galaxy, and continues to throw himself into ensuring the rebuilding of his homeworld and upholding relations with the Hierarchy’s allies [while keeping careful watch on its enemies].
Yet, even though it was not something he personally ever wished to be tasked with, Adrien dutifully accepted the position and made sure to serve diligently in his new rank for the good of his race. He lives by the unspoken code he always has: emotions and desires are trivial vis-a-vis the needs of the many, which far outweigh the needs of himself or his loved ones.
Victus has been forced to employ many methods appropriate for his new position, mowing down diplomats with both mind games and his stubborn resolve, offering peace where previously there had been hostility, and utilizing tactics that he has found to be invaluable within his new position — unusual methods and skills now implemented and used to gain tactical advantage over politicians.
However, a void has begun to open within the battle-hardened warrior. While his schedule is always busy following the Reaper War, the old general has been left with little to fight for. For an individual bred and raised on war, on action, there is now far too much time where he is left with just himself and his thoughts. However, Victus refuses to let this interfere with his responsibilities; his duty and loyalty belong to his people ‘til the day he dies… Victus prays that the Spirits will grant that it is at least with a rifle grasped in his talons rather than in an office.
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