Itpo Drios: Drell Janitor Application.

Steam Name: gent
Steam ID: STEAM_0:0:124878024
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Age: 19
How long have you been rping? Five Years.
How did you find us? Word of Mouth.
Have you been banned from Singularity Gaming? No.

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Name: Itpo Drios
Age: Thirty-Seven
Species: Drell
MOS (Military Occupational Specialty) : Janitor.
You do understand as this is a private server and you have filled out a Application you can be removed from the Server or have your Character taken away within reason at any moment: Understood.

Two Paragraph Backstory(For Returning players it is only one Paragraph), Five to Seven Sentences per Paragraph.

(I felt compelled to do another application, considering how the last one was kinda rushed due to an IRL situation. Here is my shot at a Drell application, just to see if I can land it as well, though if I do it'll be the only other character I would have on here. PS: I may have gone a little too overboard in this one, so sorry if that leaks through. Hope it's not too much, though.)

Picture the scene: It is a riveting night in a lonesome "interstellar bar" on the far side of the Citadel. It's a dingy spot for low-lives and general sociopaths to mingle about with the low protection scheme and otherwise cheap drinks. Mostly, they come only with their chits and words, but every once in a while there'll be a troublemaker in the mix, trying to stir up property damage or abduct a young woman through the occasional ruffle. Tonight is not so simple - there's a loose-cannon Turian in the group today, flaunting his gun around like he owns the place, and won't STOP until he gets a drink for his own settled price - and the guards can't get the one-up on him, so they have to comply with their shitty situation unless someone clears the tide.

Eight minutes in comes an unlikely crusader, holding a Claymore Shotgun and a tough Renegade scorn - the type of bastard you wouldn't want at a family party. He's not keen about people who play by their own rules, especially if the rules make it liable to injure people on the behalf of greed, and he doesn't seem to mind if it takes a spurt of blood to rectify that. The Turian babbles on about his rights, his law and the sanction of the meek to try and justify his case, but the hero has none of his bullshit. He splatters his brain wide-open like a cantaloupe being diced, and leaves abruptly as the men around the body go spastic and try to figure out how to remove the body before C-Sec comes in and issues it a crime scene to fuck up the system.

THAT'S when they call the one man across from the joint - the man whose had less then four hours of sleep from his constant switch of menial jobs and gigs down in the underworld of crime, the only man in a ninety mile radius who can scrub this body into a transparent coating and leave the place squeaky clean and stripped of the sin that occurred minutes beforehand - they call 'The Cleaner', alias of our faithful Drell Janitor, Itpo Drios.

Truthfully, it's not as if he was dead set on this position of life - Like most Drell, Itpo was a causal citizen taking refuge on the Hanar homeworld since the eight centuries his species has resided on it. He was to follow in the footsteps of many Drell before him - enlisting in servitude to the physically inep t Hanar to try and entice their life with assistance. The job consists of any action the jelly-creatures cannot execute with their unconventional body structure, and to protect them from an assortment of dangers. Sometimes the Drell intertwine respect between the two parties to a level where the Hanar gives out their soul-name to them. Unfortunately, this was not the case for Ipto; His Hanar was of the minority that considered Drell to be second-class citizens, and only took Itpo's support for the sake of comfort. During his brief time with the Hanar, Itpo grown to detest him in the sense that he "wasn't worth the frail frame of his weak carcass", and isolated him while attending a poetry duel during the First Cresting Bloom. Later on, he evacuated the planet after obtaining the false pre-conception that all Hanar relationships must truly be of that caliber, and that publicity was staged in order to appear a noble and decent cause.

Using an old small discarded ship left behind in a docking bay, he stocked out for several days in outer-space as he tried to monitor different star-systems, planets, moons and a considerable amount of space-stations as to find his new calling. This required the extensive use of Mass Relays, fuel tanks, and an absurd amount of research to each settlement he clung onto. It wasn't until he exasperated all other options - dissatisfied with most habitats, even the Citadel itself - that he choose to reside on Omega. Any stories relating to this time should be explained ICly.

From Omega, he took service in a public cafe, Elcor ran and processed, as a Clerk. Understandably, business was considered to be slow in any - if not all - types of functionality, so there wasn't too much to be proud or angry about, just lightly disappointment. An important detail to follow was that his prejudice against all Hanar was still in effect, and as the days grew to weeks and weeks to months, the hatred built up into him as he continued to theorize how "awful" the Hanar were by his perception. This turned out to be a problem, when on one day, five months beyond the Geth attack on the Citadel, a Hanar tourist (ironically Pro-Drell) stumbled into the store on a shopping frenzy from ships all over the lower district of the station. To further complicate things, the other staff aside from him were taking the week off, and Itpo was there to keep the store open on his own account. While the details of what occured there-after are sketchy, it should be noted that a small, blunt looking object was projected into the Hanars right side, and caused it to shamble about in pain. Before it collapsed for good, it gave a wryly remark to the Drell, and forgave him for his tainted actions.

In an act of regret, laced heavily with the sudden realization that he had just committed murder, he attempted to cleanse the place up of any evidence that it happened. This act was subpar, but he managed it to at least look like a minor bruising occurred rather than a viscous assault. This was noticed by a shifty fellow secretly watching from the front window, who turned out to be involved in a detestable gun trade where murders like this were often sought over, who gave Driost his first assignment as a personal janitor for a hefty sum of money. This persisted for about a year or so, as clients of this man kept making the wrong moves on the slum sides of Omega (though he was a shitty low-tier) and Drios continued to cash in the cleans if needed. It abruptly ended after a while when the shifty man died, but Drios found his reputation sunk into the ground - people continued to contact him for problems, legal or shitty.

Since then, in many events, he has been sweeping away at both infuriating shindigs and dangerous out-lawed practices. Though one day, he'd vow for a better shot, somewhere where he can again recollect himself into something worthwhile.

10/10, Can't wait for Trashman