Name: Arneam (referrers to himself as Arane) Gender: Male Age: 24 Race: Human, Noverian born Physical Features: Arane

stands 64ft tall, he is tall and wiry with long effeminate black hair. His eyes are grey and dull with narrow irises and his hands are delicate. His elaborate armour is sparing barely half an inch thick painted jet black. His skin is snow white and smooth with few abrasions. He normally wears a long black leather coat whilst walking in public areas this is bulky enough to conceal his armour beneath to the casual observer. Class: Infiltrator, scout Technology Powers/tools: Arane uses a combination of the standard cloak technology used by alliance infiltrators as well as sedatives stored in artificial glands within his armour to still his heart rate to enable perfect silence and stillness however this also causes the need for him to hyperventilate when he disables the cloak to compensate. Distaining use of more traditional bulky omni-blades Arane makes use of five small blades extending from his fingertips measuring just over an inch each. These are primarily used as stealth weapons to slit throats from behind or to disable via severing the spinal nerves. Preferred Weapons: M-11 Suppresser is Aranes weapon of choice when he cannot simply his omni-claws Biography: Araneam was born as a result of an eccentric Noverian businessmens whim. Customised to the last detail to the mans perception of perfection via genetic manipulation. He was raised in a cruel and mercenary fashion intended to prepare him to inherit the oligarchs fortune. This consisted of both relentless academic tutoring as well as martial instruction from the age of twelve intended to make him not only able to run the business but to protect it as well. However these plans were ended upon Aranes 21st birthday.; his father had arranged a luxurious party sparing no expense intended to assert his own sense of ego over his competitors his initial plan was to finally reveal his heir at the climax of his speech in which he would joke, Now even when Im dead you will still have no chance of surpassing me. However the festivities were interrupted by two dozen soldiers of wearing the armour and iconography of the hosts own guards who proceeded to slaughter all the businessmen in attendance and abducted the son. That was three years ago and all investigations regarding to the event seem to hit dead ends or witnesses no one on Novaria has heard any news of Arane yet a new face has arrived on Omega amidst the hordes of scum and poverty. The well connected have heard whisperings on the winds of transaction that this figure is for hire to perform a variety of tasks and so far they have been cautious to bite without proof of ability but perhaps it is only a matter of time

Habits and mannerisms: Arane is mostly quiet both in a mission and otherwise rarely speaking unless the job dictates or to the curse to himself in times of duress. He also bizarrely seems to maintain an extended period of prayer and contemplation before each mission however he shows no other outward signs of faith and his level of ethics whilst not nonexistent are certainly flexible.