Name: Lunus Victrinis (Lune-Us Vic-Tree-Nis)
Age: 34
Species: Turian
Gender: Male
Occupation: Ex Turian Military Solider
Citadel Spectre
Lunus Victrinis was your regular Turian solider for a good portion of his career, a bit of a loose cannon at time but too good of a solider to discharge, he always got the job done and got everyone he could out alive, fellow soliders and civilians alike, he was to be promoted once again around his 30th birthday, the ceremony was cut short by the sound of the sky cracking open, the screams of panicked innocents and the roar of a metallic god. The Reapers had arrived on Palaven, making short work of the orbital defenses and pushing straight through to the capitol city. Lunus didn't waste any time, leaping down from the stage he rushed to his ship to gather his gear, that's when he noticed the Havoc armor, next to it his CO with a bullet wound through his skull, hearing the clang of metal very slightly beside him, Lunus dodged back.
Narrowly dodging a bullet from the gun held by a former ally, indoctrinated by the Reapers, Lunus didn't hesitate in dispatching this new foe before donning his CO's armor and leading a push back attempt on Reaper forces with respectable results, that's why he was asked by the Council themselves to head to Earth, the heart of the Reaper invasion. There he was to shadow Commander Shepard and his crew from above, racing along the broken rooftops as fast as the ground crew blew through the torn up streets of London, Lunus performed his task admirably, and as the red burst of energy pulsed from the shattered remains of the Citadel causing the Reapers to fall, Lunus felt like he could rest for the first time in ages.
A few months went by whilst the Galaxy recovered from the initial fallout, Lunus was called to meet the council personally to enter the next stage of his life, he was made a Citadel Spectre. A S.P.E.C.T.R.E (Special Tactics and Reconnaissance)
