Laseena is a beautiful representative of the asari, her skin a unique color not often seen among them. From the tips of her toes to the folds on her scalp, her tone radiates an almost fuchsia coloring scheme, that acts as a definitive eye catcher to most passerby’s. Even stranger is the pattern of seemingly life like ripples underneath her skin, extending from her forehead, disappearing into her neck. Her make up consisted of cyan colored swirls, starting under her eyes, and curving into her temples. From there they continue down her cheeks, and the two segments meet under her chin, continuing towards her chest.
Her dress is very provocative, revealing, and not exactly mainstream or professional of her station. Often accentuating the curves of her body, her outfits are a topic of much contention among her coworkers, as is her careless attitude on the subject. For being in the Maiden stage of life, she has matured more so then some older then her, and she proudly displays her physical “assets” whenever she can. Although she is self conscious of her personal hygiene, she is not afraid or hesitant to get dirty when the job calls for it. As with most of the commandos she serves with, her body is physically fit from years of training.
Laseena greets life with a kind of “I don’t give a shit” persona, that often creates conflict with her superiors and co-workers. Despite her seemingly apathetic approach to any decision she’s faced with, she is not stupid; most would just say careless. She never acts arrogant or ignorant when faced with important situations, but she never displays a firmness or commanding resolve when determining the best course of action. As such, many of her own comrades are sometimes wary of her intentions, despite her intelligence level and overall grasp of galactic concepts.
She’s quite personable to those she is unfamiliar with, even to the extent as being described as “bubbly”, and is a very enjoyable person with a positive outlook on life. Even in her official capacity, she acts sarcastic and somewhat childish when dealing with serious issues, and takes the words of others with a grain of salt. It just takes some adjustment to fully understand her exact proposal on her own existence; Life is just too short to go around acting all pretentious and stogy for the sake of appearing smart. As a result of this outlook, she cares little for what others think of her.
Laseena is a competent biotic user, classing her in a level 2 distinction. Years of military service have granted her an unquestionable amount of training and tact when using her raw biotic abilities, however, she lacks the refined skills and talents to truly be an amazing biotic. While she served in the military, she devoted much of her life to the training of hand to hand combat, ranging from not only a conglomerate of her own specie’s martial arts, but those of the other races. While she is familiar in the use of standard issue weaponry, she is a deadly hand to hand combatant.
Asari Republics Commando, Security Agent
Asari Republics, Citadel Council
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Laseena’s background seems to contradict her present attitude and lifestyle, though its only natural for children to rebel against their familiarity; parents in general. Her mother had been an Asari of established respect and political power, having risen from the ranks of the parliamentary division of the Asari Republics, to a representative of the Citadel Council. Her “father” on the other hand, was a Batarian officer of Citadel Security. The two had first met when the father Carez, was assigned to a special detachment of Chamber Guards. Their main duty, protecting the Council Representatives.
The guards accompanied the council everywhere; to meetings, hearings, public appearances, private affairs, wherever and whenever they were out. Whether they were seen or not during these occasions, was an entirely different story. Over the course of a year’s time on the Citadel, Carez had grown increasingly fond of the Asari, Shamira, who he had found himself agreeing with on certain political topics. Though they were alone quite seldom, the two grew close and slowly, became attracted to one another. It was only less then another year, before they became sexually involved, and began thinking of children.
It was at this point in time when news of their relationship surfaced. It wasn’t public knowledge, and the two kept their private lives well under wraps, but that didn’t stop one of Carez’s co-workers from finding the truth. A young salarian had begun growing suspicious of their seemingly, mutual attraction, and finally gathered enough evidence against them both to reveal their secret. Doing so would ensure Carez’s immediate removal from Citadel Security, and the Councilor would be hard pressed to resign, if not forcefully removed from office. The salarian first informed Carez of his perceived information.
Carez had not the courage to tell his lover, however, he didn’t have the credits to pay the fee the salarian wanted, to ensure his quietness. He told the salarian he needed a week in order to gather the credits in a secure account for the salarian to withdraw, but that was just a blatant lie to buy himself some time. The situation turned more dramatic however, when Shamira confessed that she was pregnant, and they would have to decide what exactly to do with the baby. The two agreed that they would leave their respective stations, and go live on a colony world, away from all the troubles of the Citadel.
Unfortunately for the two of them, that plan would never come to fruition. The salarian guard who was blackmailing the two of them, was in fact, working for a criminal syndicate, infiltrating C-Sec. When the salarian couldn’t produce the money he had promised, the syndicate took matters into their own hands, and prepared to kidnap the Councilor. They would force the Councilor to pay them for her relationship to remain secret, they would force Carez to pay for the safe return of Shamira, and they could even use her as leverage to gain an even greater ransom from the Citadel Station Council itself.
The Council was off Station, at a meeting with the Quarian Government, discussing the recent Geth Crisis that seemed to envelope their portion of space. Before they could reach the Mass Relay leading to the Quarians, the syndicate put their plan into action. The salarian aboard the ship disabled the weapons systems on the frigate they were traveling by, allowing the Syndicate’s vessels to board with impunity. The guards were practically overwhelmed, and with the salarian betraying his squad mates during the fray and taking the Asari Councilor hostage, the syndicate’s escape was guaranteed.
Carez was powerless to stop them, and the syndicate retreated back to their holdings beyond the Terminus Systems. Shamira was now their prisoner, and would only be returned once the necessary payments had been made by the Citadel. Of course, their main goal was to blackmail her as well, which they informed her they would carry out, if she could not provide the payment. They would keep her hostage until she delivered the baby, as to avoid the media coverage on her pregnancy had she stayed, at which point she would pay her own sum, and than she would be ransomed back to the Citadel.
It was a perfect plan, and the months dragged on until finally, Shamira gave birth, more than a year after her original capturing. When the syndicate finally made contact with the Citadel, negotiations were set up and a deal was made to ensure her swift return, for a rather hefty sum of credits. However, things were not all well, and when Shamira finally asked to speak with her personal guard, under the guise to console him from her capturing, she was informed he had committed suicide several weeks before hand. Since she had given birth and avoided a scandal, the two would’ve been able to leave and carry out their dream.
Alas, it was a sickening twist that he was dead, and it drove Shamira to the brink of emotional collapse, until she finally had no desire to live anymore, having endured imprisonment for months only to find the husband of her new born daughter, dead. Being a capable biotic in her own right, she manipulated the nerve endings of her brain stems, overloading the electric impulses sent to her brain, until they literally exploded, and fried the innards of her cerebrum. When her captors realized that she was dead only moments before they were reaching Citadel Space, they attempted to retreat back to the Terminus.
However, the Relay leading to Citadel Station, was enveloped by a fleet of warships, prepared to annihilate the syndicate’s ships in case of emergency. When they saw the syndicate retreating, they were ordered to pursue and save Shamira at any cost, fearing that something was amiss due to their subsequent retreat. The ships stood little chance against the combined Citadel fleet, and without warning of their impending attack, the syndicate was practically obliterated. Troops stormed the cruiser Shamira was to be taken from during her safe return, and were met with tight resistance the more they pushed.
After a thorough sweep through the ship’s interior, they came upon Shamira’s lifeless body, and could do nothing to save her. However, in the room where they found her corpse, was a small bundle of rags and tattered clothes, and among them, a small asari baby. It could only be assumed that the baby was Shamira’s, and testing later on the Citadel revealed the same thing. As such the baby was taken by the Asari Republics, and was raised on the Citadel Station until she came of age, and was drafted into their various training programs. This was to ensure her continued loyalty to the Asari Republics.
Following several years of schooling and training, and a rather strict upbringing, she is now a loyal servant to the Asari Republics, albeit a rebellious spirit, due to the various stories she was told about her mother, and the tragic fate she brought upon herself, ending her life.
A servant of the Asari Republics, she is granted access to whatever munitions and armaments she needs.