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Octis Kurius

"I've been asked before, about why I keep working the job I work. When you see the smiles people give you, the genuine compassion they show... The kindness they share with you... I don't work this job for the status, or for the power. I work it for the people, and I vow to change the impression others give our kind."

Octis Kurius (csec_octobuns)
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Name
Octis Kurius
Species
Turian
Age
35
Date of Birth
22 April, 2158.
Homeworld
Palaven.
Occupation
C-SEC Homicide Detective
Location
The Citadel.
Marital Status
Widowed.
Relations
N/A
Affiliations
C-SEC, Council Authority, Turian Hierarchy, Human Alliance.
Character Status
Currently alive and well.


Octis Kurius, under the online alias of "csec_octobuns", is a member of C-SEC's Investigation Division. Working as a detective for Homicide, many arrests of both C-SEC agents and criminals alike have been neatly tucked under his belt. Once crowned as Zakera's "golden boy", Octis at one point in his career held great esteem amongst his peers for his astute ability in regards to investigative field work. With a keen eye for detail, a persistent, stubborn attitude to investigation and a bloodhound-like sense of duty to his work, he had been the backbone to many arrests, having been behind the incarceration of a near countless number of drug dealers, criminal syndicates and other devious groups during his service.

But like most great careers, it came to a rather sudden stop. With the unfortunate circumstances surrounding his private life and the dire corruption he himself had sworn to cleanse from the Citadel, the once proud, respectful detective soon became the very thing he aimed to destroy. The temptation of money, power, even women, it all weighed upon him. He had lost so much reaching this point, that the temptation of it all soon became his utter downfall. Scarcely surviving with his job intact, Octis lost the respect he had built from the ground up and soon became mostly unwanted. With patrol work seeming to be the only thing he was worth giving, it only took his intuition to step in when times were dire, to finally be set back into the position he rightfully deserved.

Overview

Boasting a height of 6'6 (243 ibs), Octis holds a rather broad, muscular shape to his physique. Somewhat lean in his stature, he would hold a shapely figure, with a slightly curved waist and a good set of what most could describe as 'supportive hips'. Couple this with muscular thigh and calf growth, Octis himself is rather capable of getting physical with his work, a hands on approach to the situation far from being his least desirable option. Adding onto this physical stature, his right arm would mostly be replaced with a sleek, mechanical prosthetic. The majority of the skin remaining prior to amputation would remain somewhat around the upper arm to shoulder region, the scarring across his skin a reminder of the sacrifice made to save others.

Curious by nature, empathetic by circumstance and generally playful in most regards, Octis can be generally refreshing of an individual, for both a turian and a C-SEC agent. Holding not much in regards to racism and occupation, he never truly finds any fondness in treating others with no respect, or simply treating them as filth by degrading them by race and stature. He finds that making acquaintances with somewhat questionable company can work in the long run, maybe to make investigative work all the better. In his eyes, being someone that people can turn to, regardless of who, or what they are, is what every officer should strive to do.

Outside of such attitude, Octis is known to be cold, calculating and for most around him, a methodical, professional agent when on the job. Applying pressure to a conversation may be the most common circumstance when dealing with him on a case. He prods, coaxes and eases information out of a suspect with keen intuition and intimidation at best. Though he may not intend this whilst in a casual conversation, when anything is held out from him, he will attempt to squeeze it out, even if it isn't his business. He has also been known to show a rather flirtatious side to his attitude often, but at best is used to appease others, to coax a friendship if possible. Connections are key for a detective, of course.

History

The oldest sibling to a family of five, Octis has always held the mantle of being the most rebellious sibling, more so than his sisters, making his own choices and demanding his right to do his own deeds as he pleases. His childhood was mostly spent on Palaven, with a few years on the Citadel and turian colonies. Born into a rather well-off family of military generals, fleet commanders and entrepreneurs, his life was never entirely put through any bad situations in terms of wealth. He was spoilt, he could admit, but he was always educated to believe better. With the influence of his father, he held a much more common attitude when it came to usual affairs, not really believing wealth was all he needed as he grew. Even up to his teenage years, he was never truly all for tradition, which their family had firmly established. The unfortunate circumstance to all of this, was ultimately the biggest problem he had ever faced with the family. No desire to learn tradition had left a mark on his reputation, even at a younger age.

His teenage years are still regarded as his more fonder memories, life at the academies and educational facilities were never much of a problem to him. He was a intellectual student, regardless of his rebellious ways and stubborn nature. His grading was top-notch, though his punctuality always needed improving. Though by his late teens, he soon met who he regarded to be the love of his life. A turian female by the name of Ruia Varril, had practically captured the young turian's heart from the months they had spent with each other. She wasn't his first, but she intended to be his last. Both were equally as infatuated, both wanted to be each others. It was love at it's fullest and only bound to get better as time went on.

The decision to join the marines wasn't too out of character, it was supported by his family and was the more prosperous points in his life. Having gone through training for a good portion of his time at the Academy, he could field strip a Phaeston in under a minute, suit up in armor in under two and could disarm another at a moments notice. He could recite the damn Hierarchy anthem in full if it was commanded and his patriotic belief in doing the right thing was almost adorable at first. But as time went on, skirmishes turning into outright conflicts and being witness to some of the most heinous actions had at most, effected him. With a good amount MP training under his belt and that keen sense of intuition, he had garnered the attention of certain council individuals. He was smart, intuitive, independent and was honour bound as they came. It was a time of bad reputation and C-SEC held more than quite the wrap for their attitude, they needed those who could make the impression. Octis Kurius was one of those people.

The choice, wasn't met with high praise from family. Though his mother and father held the choice in high regard, extended family, primarily grandparents weren't too impressed with the thought of sending their grandson off to a cultural graveyard at best. But with his refusal to change his mind, his blind patriotism forcing him to keep his mind intent on what he wanted, albeit stubbornly, the practical removal from his own family and the aggressive reaction that was given after his acceptance, a determined, albeit damaged turian was prepared to do whatever was required of him. Before leaving Palaven however, months before his enlistment into C-SEC itself, he married happily to the woman of his life. It was fortunate enough, she was happily intent on following him to the Citadel. Many years shifted by, training, cases and other deeds moved on by as timed progressed. Shifting from position to position, gaining title after title, becoming the so-called 'golden boy' he was intended to be, the effect had left a finer, respectable reputation for C-SEC to hold. Everything he had built up for himself, wouldn't last long, however...

Ruia was soon diagnosed with a cancerous growth embedded into a vital part of her brain. The shock and blow of such bore a hole into his heart. The illness she had contracted was the same that her mother passed away from years prior to settling on the Citadel. The effect of it all, the pain and anger generated from such and deteriorating relationship they had possessed, they soon only loved each other for desire, to just keep each other happy, but it was never for both. They became selfish, angry, disgusted with each other. She hated him, and he hated her. But it was never true. They were scared of each other for what they were doing, to which deteriorated her health as time went on. Unable to take care of her as her ability soon degraded, she was soon moved into Huerta's specialized care ward, and passed away two months after being administered, her loving husband always by her side...

The eventual shock, the pain and the sorrow had finally set in, a month after her death. He had remained stoic during her funeral, during the last interactions he had with family, friends. He was unable to process the emotion, the pain that he should of. Once it did, he lost it. He couldn't sleep, he couldn't stop crying. He couldn't stop thinking about why she was gone. He blamed himself, he blamed others. He blamed everything possible, until there was nothing more to blame. The spiral downwards soon began from that point on, meaningless relationships, sexual intercourse with strangers to slowly eat away at his desires, to dull the pain of loss. During this time, his career had taken a fall. Demoted into the Narcotics division, he soon found himself coaxed into the dark, vicious world of organized crime and corrupt agents. He took bribes, took sex, took everything he wanted, because he knew he could. He played gangs against gangs, syndicates against syndicates. He had been responsible for so much, the death of many who brought it upon themselves. He had done everything he shouldn't. And he wanted to do more. It wasn't until his actions were finally pushed into the light, that he had soon saw how far he had truly fallen...

He almost lost everything again, had almost lost the only thing keeping him afloat, his career had be tarnished with the actions of a disgusting man. He had become the one thing he despised, and it hurt him more than anything ever could. More than the loss he had felt years before... It was sheer fortune however, that he was saved such a fate. His actions did lead to the arrest and prosecution of two of the most violent mobsters ever to exist on the Citadel. To that, he was shoved back down to enforcement. Stuck on patrols, force to live the average beat. His apartment was relocated several times, sometimes from vandalism and threats against his life, to forced relocations to a different part of the ward, all to spite him for his actions. It wasn't until he put his intuition in, that he managed to solve a case without the authorization to. His actions and sincerity to the promise of change, he was soon given back his position, but pushed away from Homicide, Narcotics or other divisions, but put into something that fit him perfectly. Internal Affairs. He knew how dirty cops worked, he knew how politicians worked. His ability to solve crimes with such finesse was desired amongst their ranks, to which he was set into.

The eventual invasion of Reapers, twice during his career, and the vicious attack by Cerberus forces did leave a scar on his mentality, more than both actions prior could ever conceive. Having survived every attack without failure, abiet the loss of a limb during his career, he was mostly intact regardless of what he had been pushed though. What had happened during both times, will still leave a mental scar in his mind. Two years on from the war itself, however, he had finally improved enough to be the same, goofy individual he was always known to be. Currently, his position has shifted somewhat in the coming months since joining CDN. With a new partner behind him and a relationship in tow. It seemed as if everything was finally coming back together for him. By this point in time, there was no telling what could happen.

Relationships

  • Aifyi Maos - A peculiar case of attraction between the pair. Whilst on the surface, it merely seems like a relationship built off of desire, underneath it all was two broken, damaged individuals looking for nothing more than comfort that both were willing to give. A detective and assassin getting comfortable with each other however, would seem rather strange to most. To them, however, it was merely speculation.
  • Myrrick Certus - His partner on the force. The older, rougher turian keeps his rather reckless counterpart more grounded on the job. Outside of that however, the pair share a rather conventional relationship between one-another. He holds respect to him, as a friend and as a fellow detective of the force. A dynamic duo, in a way.
  • Natalie 'Lee' Shortman - An enforcer he had reluctantly met on the off chance of getting the short straw in the harassment bucket. The pair have made somewhat of an interesting relationship, her rather reckless nature matching up to his own, albiet less refined. The rather tough human has left an image for him, one almost putting him to shame.
  • Vej'Ayil vas Nedas nar Tasi - his bitch.

Trivia

  • Octis infact owns a vintage skycycle, designed by the late Palaven Dynamics, with one of the rarer Gladius V14 engine models installed. The engine itself still runs, even after four years worth of usage, far beyond it's actual design. It took a handful of years and a lot of hungry nights to make the vehicle a reality. Depression was one of the key factors behind this. A mid-life crisis come early.
  • It's not known how many cases he has actually solved. Some speculate it's almost beyond the one-hundred mark, some say even more. No one knows for certain, if he was able to be honest about it, he would even admit he has no idea how many.
  • He's quite the dancer, having quite the reputation for stealing the floor of a club. It's gained him quite the reputation amongst his peers, some becoming a tad more reluctant to show their significant others his moves, in fear of him seducing them. It's all for laughs however, he's more flattered by the jealousy than anything else.
  • He's also been known to hold his own rather efficiently. With an extensive understanding of CQB combat, martial arts and weapon-based combat, he's been known to even withstand the punishment of a well trained assassin. Though not the one to beat another to death with such ability, he's more prone to defending himself, over hurting another with intent.

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