#mass effect 5e

[howdyitsfelix]

Made my mass effect nerd heart so happy to do this commission! Thanks to someone on insta for letting me bring this not quite krogan to life

[firestormrebl]

“I knew you were in there Pretzel.”

“I was never gone Pip.”

Words cannot properly express how happy I am with my commission from @commander-sarahs-art of my space twins from my Mass Effect 5e campaign! They finally got some time to be siblings again in our last online session, and I’m both sad and excited to resolve their story in our epilogue session that will be in person!

The date hasn’t been set yet, but I can’t wait to share more about what they’ll do now that the Reaper War is over and they survived it. Hopefully they’ll get to go home to Vancouver and spend time with their dad, and Piper will get her well deserved N7 designation and rank promotion…but only time will tell 🤞

Thank you so much again Sarah! I look forward to hopefully working with you again soon! 💙

[g1itchdem0n]

Sorry I've been so dead recently! I've got a little project going on that's taking up my art time. Hoping to unveil it soon!

In the meantime, here's my new OC! I made her for a Mass Effect DnD group I'm joining! Her name is Raina Akiyama, she's a human engineer that abandoned her smothering military life to explore the galaxy, settling on Illium following the Reaper invasion.

You can read the full backstory under the cut:

Raina Akiyama was always destined to join the Alliance Military. From the day she was born on an Alliance ship to two parents with a decent military ranking, she spent the majority of her formative years on various Alliance ships or bases following wherever her parents were stationed.

At the time, she could count how many times she has been to Earth on one hand. Her father was from Japan and her mother was from Britain, so she had been to visit family members that she doesn’t remember the faces of. Her upbringing was lonely at times, her parents were busy working and other children were not that common. However, with the absence of people, she found her love in the mechanical instead.

She could always be found tinkering away at some piece of tech she found, sneaking into the engine room to look at the inner workings or pelting the engineers with all sorts of questions. And the Alliance were happy to support these dreams of hers, educating and pushing her towards a career as an Engineer.

There was just one problem, Raina didn’t like the way the Alliance ran things. She was never a fan of the authority, of the training exercises and the expectation to give it everything she had, with instructors and crew members who were always a bit too strict with a child, most likely already seeing the soldier she would become. She always felt trapped, forced into enlisting, because where else would she go? She was raised here, with a line of family all expecting her to join as the next generation as they once did, and she knew very little of the habited planets that dotted the galaxy.

Eventually, when she turned 18, she enlisted officially as an Engineer, continuing her training and enhancing her skills. If there’s one good thing she can say, it’s that the Alliance provided her with almost unlimited funding to tinker with whatever gadgets were put in front of her. She became intimately familiar with both the massive hardware of the Alliance vessels to the weapons and armour the troops relied on. She never fully felt like she belonged, but she could at least surround herself with the things she loved.

Things changed about 2 years later. She was stationed on a small base with an equally small squadron. Something that was meant to be safe, somewhere to train her and other recruits. For the first time in her life she felt like she had friends, people she could rely on and actually talk to, who had her back. Things finally started to fall into place, and she started to feel that yearned-for feeling of belonging.

Then, the raid happened.

A group of bandits attacked the base in the night, where there was minimal activity. They wanted the equipment that they had in storage. It wasn’t even very much, they most likely saw them as easy pickings, and they weren’t entirely wrong. Almost all of her squad was killed in the incident, though in the end Raina’s squad managed to barely win. During the scuffle, a confrontation with one of the assailants left her scarred after they slashed her face with an omni-blade. When she came to in the medical wing of an Alliance vessel, she found herself blind in her left eye.

Her entire world came crashing down. Almost all her friends were dead, that belonging ripped away from her in an instant. She was back to the cold, sterile vessels with people who saw her as little more than an asset, who wanted her back up and running as soon as possible as if a great tragedy hadn’t just occurred. As soon as they were able, they installed a cybernetic eye in the one she lost, patching her up like a broken piece of machinery.

Not even her parents were here. They contacted her as soon as they knew she was awake, but neither of them could leave their post to see her. Something in Raina just snapped. She needed away from this place, away from the military. She expressed her concerns to her parents, but they disapproved, encouraging her to just get better and push on. This was the family way. That just made the need to leave even more prevalent.

She was able to push for her to be medically discharged, quoting physical trauma and PTSD. She sent one final message to her parents telling them she was leaving and not to contact her. She grabbed all her belongings and money that she saved, grabbed the first civilian shuttle she could and started exploring the galaxy.

Over the next few years, she moved from planet to planet, exploring and experiencing and just living. She met so many new people, made new friends and went on her own adventures. She used her skills for work, either taking on odd jobs or temporarily joining a crew, which improved her abilities even further. She began to discover herself more as a person, get better at social interaction and just breathe for the first time. Life was good.

Then, the Reapers arrived.

Once more her world came crashing down, but this time it was different. She wasn’t alone. She had been staying on Illium when the news spread, and it wasn’t long before the Reapers made their way to them. Raina sprang into action, helping wherever she could to help the planets militia fend off the invasion, as well as help the people who had been displaced and evacuated to the planet. It kept her busy, and when the Reapers eventually fell, her positive presence put her on a lot of people’s radars as someone who was reliable.

Following this, she decided to take up a more permanent residence on Illium. They may have fended off the attack, but there was always work to be done. Plus, as a mercantile hub, other planets more affected turned to them for aid. She never found herself short for work, and she was keen to continue to improve her skills with the variety of machinery and tech that passed through. She dreams that one day, she can open her own mechanics shop, and make her role on Illium that much more permanent. Because she belongs.

[briannafrostgirl]

The Project Girls pt. 2 - Nimiri Ledalla

Nimiri is an orphan from Thessia whose powers first manifested during an intimate encounter with another asari. She's an avid consumer of romance novels, a proficient engineer, and a dreamer who's afraid to dream.

Another fantastic commission from @luckyspacerabbit who did such an incredible job bringing her to life and is always an absolute joy to work with!

[nhaelm]

Rusomia Acacian, turian

Medibang

[thatbiologist]

Mass Effect 5e Alignment Chart

Here's my homebrew alignment chart for Mass Effect 5e. As I believe they variants of alignments reflect the mortality of Mass Effect games.

Emotional. The character follows their heart instead of their head. Their passion be it anger or sympathy drives their actions and decisions.

Logical. The character follows their head instead of their heart. Their pragmatism drives their actions and decisions.

Casual. The character is relaxed and not worried about much. Their laid-back attitude drives their actions and decisions.

Professional. The character is doing a job, and they want to complete it with minimal complications. Their formal demeanor drives their actions and decisions.

[justaloreaddict]

Heh, so I wrote this a while ago and while I'm still fairly proud of it I feel a little silly about writing it in the first place.

A passing reunion

Maxwell stepped onto the station dock behind his superior, glancing around furtively in his helmet. The dock was abuzz with activity as people of all species unloaded and loaded ships also docked at the station. He followed his superior up the dock and deeper into the hive of activity.

“I’ve got some business to attend to elsewhere, meet me back here in four hours.” His superior stated, gesturing to a standing map a few feet ahead.

“Yes ma’am.” Maxwell nodded once before striding off into the crowd to look around, removing his helmet as he did so.

There were quite a few shops lining the streets as he wandered, but none of them really struck his fancy. Mostly businesses selling various goods he wasn’t in the mood to buy. He’d been saving up for some better armor anyway, so it was best not to spend too much.

As he was passing a tacky souvenir shop, he noticed a familiar outline amongst the shoppers. As he walked closer he recognized the voice. Immediately he smiled and entered the shop, quieting his footsteps a little out of habit.

“Castor?” He asked, surprised.

The man turned his head, a large and familiar crooked grin spreading across his face.

“Maxwell!” Castor straightened from viewing some of the colorful wares.

“Castor! Dude, it’s been years! How’ve you been, man?” Maxwell grinned, opening his arms and pulling his old friend into a firm hug. Castor clapped him on the back then they released each other.

“I’ve been good! Not much to complain about really. You?” Castor nodded his head as he spoke.

“It’s been…a lot. But hey! What brings you here?” Maxwell asked.

“Oh you know, gotta resupply somewhere.” Castor shrugged. “Hey, why don’t we go catch up over a drink?” He gave a friendly slap to his friend’s left shoulder.

“Sure.” Maxwell shrugged, nodding his head. “I’ve got a few hours to kill.”

“Great! I know a place with some interesting drinks.” Castor gestured for Maxwell to lead the way out of the shop.

Maxwell obliged, then fell into step on the left of his friend as they forged their way through the crowd. They talked a bit about what they’d been up to since they’d last seen each other, interspersed with Castor pointing out shops of interest or to avoid for one reason or another. That one has terrible customer service, that one’s sorta illegal maybe, that one’s got an owner with a great personality, that one has killer deals but trashy products, etc, etc. Finally they reached their destination; a smoothie stall with a flavor list compartmentalized by species.

“They’ve got somewhere near one hundred and twenty flavors of smoothie. Twelve for each of ten known species. It’s crazy.” Castor mentioned. “The best thing though is to try flavors for other species. I’ve tried one or two flavors. I don’t recommend that one though.” He pointed to a flavor marked under ‘Volus’. “Makes your tongue numb and everything tastes like bacon.”

Maxwell laughed. “Doesn’t sound too bad actually.” He chuckled.

“You think that’s funny? No one could understand me for the rest of the day!” Castor laughed too.

“Maybe you should get it again.” Maxwell teased, playfully punching his friend in the right shoulder.

“Naaahhh, I don’t like bacon that much.” Castor shook his head, smiling.

“Fine. Which should I try, you think?” Maxwell glanced over the overwhelming list of flavors.

“Hmm… you try that one-” Castor pointed to one under ‘Turian’. “And I’ll try this one.” He moved his hand to indicate a flavor under ‘Elcor’. “Then we can swap and try both.”

“Sounds good to me.” Maxwell grinned.

Ten minutes later the two were sitting in a plaza area on the side of a step, sort of out of the way. It was a lot to catch up on, having not seen each other for five years. Three hours flew by, and Maxwell shot up when he noticed the clock on one of the columns.

“What’s wrong?” Castor asked, standing as well.

“I totally forgot! I gotta go. I’ll get in trouble if I’m not at the sign by the docks in ten minutes!”

“Shoot! Uhm… Quick! This way!” Castor indicated a direction with his head before taking off at a light jog.

Maxwell followed, a little confused but relieved that Castor was trying to help. They wove between main roads and back alleys, getting spat out at the docks seven minutes later.

“Thanks man. I owe you one.” Maxwell clapped Castor on the shoulder.

“See you later man. Hopefully soon.” Castor said a bit sadly, catching his forearm. They gripped one another’s forearms for a second, then Maxwell ran off towards the sign, shoving on his helmet as he ran.

[pathcrier]

Rena'Veelan nar Tima , my quarian infiltrator who i get to play in an upcoming campaign!

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