Zakhar Kosmas

## The Man, The Myth, The Legend: Zakhar Kosmas

**Zakhar Kosmas** is the man, the myth, the legend. He is an infamous criminal and galactic hero, notably serving on the GSV Gandiva and commanding the GSV Osiris. Zakhar has many aliases, including Ilari Ӕther, founder of Ӕther Shipping, Father Asomka, creator of Asomka Incorporated and The Game Master, enigmatic host and owner of Astral Productions.

## Biography

Zakhar was born many years ago on the hanar/drell planet of Kahje. His parents were a loving couple and would provide Zakhar a source of joy and comfort in his youth. Some of Zakhar’s earliest recallable memories are of his mother singing and cooking in the kitchen. Her ability to blend a multitude of arrid spices with the various tropical fauna of Kahje was the purest of combinations, a true testament to their fallen homeworld and current one. From the moment Zakhar could stand on his own, he would be in the kitchen with her, side by side. Whenever Zak is feeling sad, nostalgic, or even just looking for an old family recipe, he’ll come back to the memories for a day, and just… enjoy them.

Zak’s father on the other hand was an elite trained assassin for the hanar. Due to the nature of the Compact, it wasn’t unusual for drell to be found in all aspects of hanar military and clandestine affairs. Zak of course, worshiping his parents, knew only that he would follow in his father’s footsteps and receive his training as early as possible. Therefore, it didn’t come as a surprise when Zakhar’s father enrolled him in the youth training facility that was established for advanced training methods. Zak would only be ten years of age at the time, the average age of those who decided to follow down this path. The training would include your average schooling, but would substitute normal physical education with that of assassination techniques. Moving silently, eloquent oration, physical fitness, proper form, all of it was taught in the first two years. At age twelve they’d begin to familiarize themselves with weapons. It started with proper care and storage, safety education, and the true purpose behind their use. No one was ever unaware of what they were truly training to become, and as such it provided a form of additional mental fortitude. They couldn’t get cold feet, if they knew for years what was expected of them. Of course, that wasn’t to say they couldn’t drop out of the education if they no longer felt like this was the path for them. The first opportunity to do so was at the age of 14, when they began to practice for field exercises. It was typically here, with live rounds, that a student would be able to tell if this was for them.

Reaching the age of 16, Zakhar would be at the moment of concluding his childhood education and deciding where he was to put his skill to use. Some chose the military, opting to do something more open and less... shady. Those who did would find themselves excelling quickly through the ranks and providing a lot of support and leadership for the hanar navy. Others would continue down the clandestine path, opting for information gathering, counter-intelligence, or wet-work. Whatever appealed to them, they could continue down that field and really maximize their talents. Zakhar, unfortunately, would never get the chance.

One day, he would find himself on the wrong side of a brawl. Neighborhood bullies would be harassing a drell female on the streets. Zakhar, unable to stop himself from investigating, would notice that they were dumping her lunch on the ground, tossing her books, and gently roughing her up. Her cries for help would normally entice any benevolent soul to help, but for Zakhar, it was the destruction of what must have clearly been this loving prepared lunch from the girl’s mother that set him off. Not allowing himself to abide the destruction of familial gifts, especially that of food, Zakhar would jump into the fray. As he beat them back, one would draw a blade. Zakhar, of course, being trained the way he was, was also armed, drawing his own blade, he flicked his wrist and sent it flying at the bully. Zakhar knew the bully would instinctually flick it away defensively, and that would be his time to strike. What he didn’t account for was the stray dagger ricocheting into the soft flesh of a passerby. The bright light of a dying hanar child was not something anyone present that day would soon forget.

What happened next could only be described as a blur to Zakhar. The only reason he could even recall these details years later comes from him reviewing the memories many, many times in the future. Zakhar and the other bully were immediately arrested. The immense shame of killing a benefactor was a secondary prison that was increasing as time went on, even Zakhar’s own parents had very little words to say to him. As he stewed in jail, waiting for his time in court, Zakhar would rewatch the death of that hanar over, and over, and over again in his mind. His penance unrelenting as he couldn’t even begin to process the heinous deed he had committed. Why couldn’t he have just walked away? Why did he have to help that stupid girl? He should have just been concerned with his own interests, his own problems, he shouldn’t have gotten involved, he’ll never get involved ever again… These thoughts raced in his mind day after day until it was finally time for judgement. And that judgement? Exile.

Zakhar and the alleyway bully would be sent off world, never allowed to return. It was a harsh judgement, but for the deed he had committed? A warranted one. Zakhar had never even gotten a chance to find out more about who he had killed, and, well, he didn’t want to. He was happy with exile, he never wanted his face to be seen ever again, he was shamed. Now, if only his exile could have been as peaceful as his exilers had prepared for them. Sadly, it would be all the punishment he wished for, as the shuttle leaving Kahje would be operated by Eclipse smugglers. Unknown to those outside of the mercenary company, the team would supplement their recruitment occasionally on their smuggling missions. When they brought goods to various planets, they would also move living cargo from planet to planet, or back to Omega. They would use these operations to scout potential recruits. Taking recruits from Kahje was a rare occasion, but when presented with two exiles, it was pretty hard not to say no. Especially considering no one would miss them.

Arriving on Omega, Zakhar would be presented a choice. He could stay with those who brought him here, join their company, or live in squalor on the asteroid planet. Being a stranger in a strange world, it was easy to see what the choice was. He and the bully would join Eclipse, and their new lives would begin. The first year would be tough. They were just prospective recruits, not even allowed to don the armor. Used and abused as frontline recruits, they’d bear the brunt of all the dangerous missions, and when they weren’t doing the missions they were expected to practically serve all the other members. Zakhar would find reprieve in becoming the new Eclipse cook, his talents providing him a modicum of safety and respect as his skills were impressive to high command.

After spending a year as nothing more than basic recruits, it was time for Zakhar to be initiated. He and the bully were given their first task, in order to join the Eclipse they had to take a life in their name. Before the person in charge of their initiation could even finish explaining, Zakhar had shot and killed the bully next to him, zero hesitation. He had thought about that moment for an entire year, mulling over how he’d finally do it, and now the Eclipse had basically given him a reason. They weren’t even mad at him for executing his fellow recruit, in fact this was far from the first time something like this had happened. So at the age of 17, Zakhar had officially joined the Eclipse.

His next few years in the Eclipse would be some of the wildest, most adventurous days of his life. Immediately his talents as a drell assassin candidate put him above a majority of the lower level mercenary members. He excelled in what he did, and his can-do attitude pushed him into literally any and all missions available. The upper echelons of Eclipse had never seen a new soldier so… suicidal yet so damn good at his job in their life. They began to keep an eye on him, and would occasionally allow him to join on some of their own personal missions. It was around this time Zakhar would meet a woman only a few years older than him, Lianna Crestor, and begin to admire the pure talent of this powerhouse of a mercenary. She was instantly his competition, and he strived every day to be better than her, but he was always just out of reach. Unbeknownst to him, she would notice his dogged attempts at unthroning her achievements, and that would only push her to work even harder.

Reaching his 20th year, Zakhar would finally be in charge of his own squad in the Eclipse. He had long since been swept in the dust by Lianna, who would find herself as one of the youngest ever lieutenants of the Eclipse at 23. Choosing to forget her for now, Zakhar would strive to make his squad the strongest and the most achieving in the company. His skills at commanding would begin to develop here, and a rather interesting event in his life would also occur. It was at this time that Zakhar would meet Peter, a young child on Omega, whose parents were a part of Eclipse. Unfortunately for Peter, his parents had betrayed the company. Zakhar was tasked with hunting them down, as they had escaped into the night, but not before Peter had been captured by those tailing them. Now in charge of the retrieval, Zakhar was given Peter to watch over and interrogate to find his parents.

This mission would involve a lot of… deception and Zakhar had formulated an insane storyline in order to convince Peter to help him out. Knocking him out, Peter would awake to find himself in Zakhar’s custody. Zak would then convince Peter that he had a bomb in his brain, the same bomb that was in his parent’s brain as Zakhar had recently “captured” them as well. He then explained to Peter that he would blow up his parents if he didn’t take them to each of their safe houses so that Zakhar could retrieve their gear. Fearful for his family's lives, Peter did as he was told. It wasn’t long before Zakhar found the safehouse Peter’s family was hiding in. Leaving Peter outside, Zakhar would enter, explain to the parents that if they didn’t surrender he’d kill their son, and as soon as they put their weapons down he executed them. Exiting the safehouse, he thanked Peter for helping him complete his mission, still unaware that his parents were dead, Zakhar explained that he would continue working for Zakhar and as long as he did what he was told he would ensure that he and his family would remain alive.

A whole year passed with Zakhar and his “puppy” Peter as he called him. Peter proved to be a valuable asset, and Zakhar came to rely immensely on him. In truth, Zakhar delusionally considered himself as a surrogate parental figure for the boy, despite being the one who killed his parents. What Zakhar couldn’t see, was Peter losing his resolve every day, he no longer had a will to live, he was only living for his parents, and even that wasn’t enough. One day, around a campsite, drinks passing around, Zakhar felt he could finally trust his “friend” Peter with the truth. Smiling and laughing, Zakhar told him that the whole story about the bombs was fake! There never were any bombs! The color drained from Peter’s face, the last year of his life was a lie, he… he didn’t have to do any of this, but what about his parents? Asking after them, Zakhar couldn’t help but laugh even louder. He explained how he had used Peter to guide him to them and how he had killed them that very day, they were long dead.

Before Peter could even fully process what he had just heard, the camp was set upon by Blood Pack agents. Caught surprised, bullets flew and cut down many of Zakhar’s squad. As he started to clean up the enemy company, a batarian leveled his Executioner Pistol and fired at Zak. Realizing this was his out, Peter lept in front of the attack and ate the entire bullet, ending his life finally. Zakhar, mistaking this as he did everything, thought this was the brave sacrifice of a loved son. Enraged, Zakhar annihilated the remaining squad, and retrieved the pistol that had killed his surrogate son. It was from this moment on that Zakhar had an engrained need to protect orphaned children, a memory of Peter he would carry to this day, regardless of how one-sidedly delusional it was.

Following the events with Peter, Zakhar through himself into becoming the best he could be, determined to never let his family or friends die for him ever again. As his skills improved, he started to receive more and more clandestine squad missions from the Eclipse. Infiltrations, kidnappings, high-profile executions/assassinations, all of them began to fall under Zakhar’s purview. The next four years began an intensive creation of multiple backstories, cover careers, and financial operations using his Eclipse resources. He made absolutely certain that no one, other than his own squad, knew of these developments, as the less who knew, the easier it was to operate in the shadows.

The first and most influential cover that Zakhar created was that of Ilari Ӕther. Ilari would begin his illustrious career purchasing a minor shipping company. From there he would begin to expand the company, stretch out his resources, and build forth a stable, lucrative company. Draining his savings from working with the Eclipse, Zakhar was able to devote a lot of his resources into this endeavour. It was tough struggling to balance both careers, but as soon as Ilari’s business picked up, he was able to hire a competent staff to handle the day to day management. From this point on, Ӕther Shipping began to be Zakhar’s main source of income and allow him to afford setting up his other various covers.

After the four years of setting up Ӕther Shipping, running clandestine missions, and building a fortune; Zakhar used Ӕther Shipping to begin construction of a mega-station. The station's designs were highly secretive and Zak used only his company’s resources to gather the resources and do the construction. It was meant to be a secondary location to house a lot of Zakhar’s personal collections, and recreate the sets from a bunch of his favorite Astral Studios productions. It’s because, well, Zakhar was obsessed with the large amounts of television he consumed on his off days. Astral Studios was one of his favorite production companions, and he’d always had designs of one day owning them. But at the moment, it was only a pipe dream. Still, Zakhar always thought about the future, and if he wanted to own Astral Studios one day, he’d need to have a place to film them.

However, an incident would occur during the construction of the station that would change Zakhar’s life forever. While working a mission with the Eclipse, they tasked his squad with a high-profile kidnapping. Of course, this wasn’t an issue for the squad, they’d done this a hundred times after all. It only became an issue, when they approached the target, and Zakhar realized they were tasked with kidnapping a hanar. Due to Zakhar’s past and self-imposed creed to never harm a hanar ever again, he refused to follow through with this mission. His squad, however, had different ideas about this, and refused to let him ruin this mission. Raising a gun to defend his ward, Zakhar told them if they wanted to complete this mission they’d have to go through him. Sadly for Zakhar, the Eclipse are no strangers to violent negotiations.

The guns began to fire almost immediately, unfortunately for the hanar ward, a stray bullet cut his life short. This immediately triggered a deep seeded memory of his own murder of a hanar, and something just snapped within him. When the dust settled, only Zakhar remained alive. His squad of eight years, dead by his own hands, and he knew he had betrayed the only family he had at this point. He’d never see Lianna again, he’d never be able to rise to lead the mercenary company he had dedicated more than a decade to. He was a traitor, and now he was on the run.

The next five years Zakhar would spend hiding from the Eclipse. A bounty was placed on his head by the new head of the Eclipse and Zakhar couldn’t show himself anywhere where Eclipse activities took place. Luckily for Zak, he had two places he could retreat to, Ӕther Shipping and his space station that was nearing completion. He would spend most of his time operating here from the shadows, growing Ilari Ӕther into one the most prestigious shipping magnates, and finally finishing his space station. And then, an opportunity made itself known.

G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. was formed in 2185 and provided the perfect excuse to bring himself back into the light. Brokering a deal with the organization, G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. would accept Zakhar and protect him from the bounty on his head, in exchange for giving them all the information he had on the Eclipse. It was a mutually beneficial agreement, Zakhar got to stop hiding, work for a powerful organization, and simultaneously fuck over the people who wanted him dead.

The years Zakhar would spend in G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. would be some of the most violent, explosive, events in his entire life. His career would begin on the Gandiva as a Second Lieutenant. The ship would be intrical in a variety of high-profile clandestine missions, all of which would end up being highly classified and lost to time. Most of his time would be spent learning from his mentor and soon to be idle aboard the ship, Cassius Strada. Cassius would be Zakhar’s commanding officer, and his proficiency with close quarters combat would be a talent that he would drill into Zakhar.

Over time, the missions Zakhar would go on would challenge his ability to live, time and time again. The biggest event of his career would involve a highly dangerous assassination against **[REDACTED]**. An asari counter agent was there to protect the target and the two of them had a violent altercation on the precipice of the penthouse suite they were at. As Zakhar fought her, she dug her nails into his flesh and tore away a violent scar over his left eye. Zakhar would keep this scar with him, a reminder of the first time he nearly died. The asari would also escape, but years later Zakhar would eventually get his revenge.

Many more events would help shape Zakhar’s life over the first year with G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N., and many more friends would be made, along with various enemies. While the GSV Gandiva was where Zakhar got his start, his fondest memories began when he first took lead of the GSV Osiris. The Outsider, a reaper force, destroyed the original G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. fleet, and after a few weeks of repair and recovery, the organization launched with several brand new ships in their vanguard. Zakhar was chosen to lead the GSV Osiris as its Commanding Officer, a role he took with pride after his old mentor Cassius.

Speaking of Cassius, in the downtime between ships, Zakhar was tasked with hunting down Cassius who had gone AWOL in the months prior. Meeting his mentor on Illium, they fought, Zakhar lost, and he discovered Cassius for who he truly was, a traitor. It was a cathartic moment, a chance for Zakhar to realize what his squad must have felt when he betrayed them all those years ago. It was also during this time that Zakhar finally got his catharsis with the Eclipse.

Stepping foot on Illium had alerted the Eclipse to his presence, and they sent their best and brightest to claim the bounty. It had been many, many long years since Zakhar had met her, and it would be in this moment, on this planet, in a dark hotel room that Zakhar and Lianna had reunited. Lianna Crestor had gone from being Zakhar’s competition, to the leader of the Eclipse, and it was her duty to remove the stain that was Zakhar.

Much like with Cassius, the two would fight. A tough, prolonged battle that left more than a few bruises between them. Yet, unlike with Cassius, the two in the heat of battle would have long lingering feelings ignited. Zakhar, always the sauve cad, would take a chance in this fight, literally sweep her off her feet, and plant the kiss he’d always shied away from before. Only a moment of hesitation from Lianna, before the two were fighting in a different way, a more, sensual way.

And so it was with that, that a tumultuous love affair between them would begin. Lianna cancelled the bounty on his head, and the two began to work together closely, secretively for months to come. It wasn’t long before Lianna was ousted as the head of the Eclipse by other forces in play, and the two would have to fight to regain control of the mercenary company they had given their lives to once. It took a long time, and Zakhar had fully integrated into his role as the CO for the GSV Osiris by this point, but eventually the Eclipse would fully fall under Zakhar and Lianna’s control once again.

Now running the Osiris, Zakhar found himself with more power than he had ever had before. He could siphon resources from G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. in order to promote his own projects, something he did frequently. One such project was the Asomka Orphanage. Years prior, G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. was sent to deal with events on Kahje, a mission that, like most of theirs, turned more violent than intended. While Zakhar was not personally on the mission, he was privy to the details, and discovered that people and children had been displaced by the combat. Still a heavy kinship with his home planet, Zakhar had pulled some strings and taken it upon himself to house and care for the displaced children. On his space station, still secreted away from prying eyes, Zakhar had now begun work on an Orphanage. A large, open air, farm like local where he was able to take displaced children and give them new opportunities.

This habit of rescuing the displaced continued well into his career as CO and also utilized Lianna as one of the watchers of these children. However, Zakhar, being Zakhar, couldn’t help but also take hand in shaping their education. His teachings were kind, but the content was violent, after all, he was raised by killers so it would be no surprise that he raised his orphans to be killers as well. And thus, Asomka Orphanage would turn into Asomka Incorporated. A mercenary company of his own, filled with children he considered his own.

In addition to the Orphanage, during Zakhar’s time with G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N., tragedy would strike the current Astral Productions. Attacked by a reaper during the reaper attacks, the current asteroid base of Astral Productions was ravaged and the company shut down. This would provide the perfect opportunity for Zakhar to finally implement his plan he had developed years prior. Using the sizable wealth he had assembled from his shipping company, Zakhar was able to purchase Astral Studios in its entirety. Now with the company and their IP’s in his name, he began to rehire their crews, contract the stars, and finally turn his hidden space station into the new home of Astral Studios. Though this happened while he was still in G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. it would be a year or so before he was ready for the grand reveal.

Rounding out his final years in G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N., Zakhar would face yet another life threatening situation, two in fact. The first one was on a highly classified mission he led with some of his closest friends, Jeanne and Annika. During the mission Zakhar was separated from the group and attacked. While bound and dying, he accidentally shot himself in the leg and hastened himself towards death. Luckily the two of them were able to get to him in time and save his life. This formed an inseparable bond between the three in Zakhar’s mind and he’d move the stars to be there for them.

The final time in G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. that nearly took Zakhar’s life was during his fight with an experimental creature the reapers had unleashed. The mission was fraught with terror, mental trauma, and a violent encounter that would leave Zakhar without a leg. The post-recovery took months for Zak to get over and at the end he was left with a prosthetic limb in its place. Although he was ready to go back on missions, alas it wouldn’t be, for now two years after its creation the organization was shut down, G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. was no more.

Like most operatives after the fall of G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N., Zakhar was taken off to a blacksite and negotiated terms of his retirement. However, what Zakhar asked for could not be given in completion by the Council, as his demands were absolutely ridiculous. Instead he had to settle with an expunging of his record and Lianna’s record, a ward named after him in his honor should he die, and dissemination of propaganda like information about his time in G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. portraying him as a galaxy-wide hero, and a promotion contingent on his retirement, General Kosmas. A humanitarian even. The propaganda took its form in a “self-published” book detailing Zakhar’s adventures in G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N., at least, the details the Council allowed.

Now freed from the oversight of the council, Zakhar’s life became a whirlwind of events. He finally married Lianna in a wonderful ceremony at Asomka Orphanage, surrounded by their children. The official launch of Astral Productions came to the forefront with him and his family posing as The Game Master, and running the many shows.

Sadly, death can’t be escaped forever, and Zakhar’ finally faced his run-in with the flirtatious reaper one last time. Though the details were hazy at best, the man, the myth, the legend was shot twice in the back. Lianna was nowhere to be found and disappeared into obscurity shortly after. Strangely enough, Astral Studios was still being run by The Game Master, the Asomka Orphanage and Inc. still had their Father, and Ilari Ӕther’s shipping company was doing better than ever. If Zakhar was dead, who was running his empire?

## Personality

Zakhar Kosmas… Zakhar Kosmas… where to even begin? In his 37 years of life the drell has worn more masks than a mardi gras party. In fact pinning down what exactly this man’s personality is, is a complicated unraveling of various factors. Factor one, his upbringing. Being exiled from Kahje as a teenager was a profound experience in his life. The act of killing a hanar child had formulated such a deep seeded trauma that Zakhar would suffer from PTSD for years. Unlike most species, being a drell provided Zakhar with a lack of luxury that many do have, he could never forget the act. Every detail relentlessly seared into his brain until the day he died. Some might say that every act he’s ever committed has been to punish himself for that moment, not that Zak would ever admit to that, but it took him decades to finally believe that he was allowed a moment of happiness.

But before that realization came the twenty some years of pure chaotic neutrality. Be it that relentless drive for punishment, or some false sense of freedom, Zakhar has always been pushing himself to do anything, try everything, and release his inhibitions to the wind. If he wants it, he gets it. If he thinks it should die, he kills it. If he wants to help, he helps. Nothing stands in the ways of his goals, and secretly he hoped that one of these adventures would finally be the one to kill him. Too proud to kill himself, and way too arrogant to willingly let someone kill him, Zakhar would only accept death if it was violently earned. It was this duality of suicidal behaviour and unrelenting tenacity that led the drell down the path that would be his life. Even now, with happiness in hand, he can’t help but act on a whim, to feel that adrenaline and not know what is going to happen next. He’ll always be a thrill seeker, he can’t help it.

Despite what drives Zakhar to do the things he does, the way he treats people is utterly delusional. And by delusional, Zakhar has a lunatically skewed sense of how people actually perceive him. It is possible that since his exile, he’s always wanted to be accepted by those around him, but the problem with that is that Zakhar just *assumes* people accept him. Of course that doesn’t mean he’s foolish enough to believe an enemy is suddenly gonna be his best friend, no, it means that he believes the word “teammate” is synonymous with “friend”. When he was an Eclipse, when he was on G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N., and many other times he earnestly believed that his comrades were family. He believes that acceptance is unconditional, that no matter what he does they have no choice to just like him *because they’re teammates*. Why wouldn’t they? He got to choose his teammates, that must mean they like him. This has, of course, led to many situations where Zakhar has told a horrific story, done an act of pure terror, and has simply laughed and slapped his now traumatized teammate on the shoulder, because they’re buddies now.

That being said, it also means that Zakhar is actually very warm and generous to those he considers teammates. He would do anything for them, but he also expects the same in response. To those he considers family, like Jeanne, Annika, and several others, he would move the planets and stars to preserve, because they’ve done the same. The teammates who haven’t ever lifted a finger to help him, or, heavens forbid, have tried to betray him, only the swiftest and severest of distastes can be described. Especially betrayal, as far as Zakhar’s concerned, the only response to betrayal is a single bullet. Ironic, considering his past.

Finally, as Zakhar has found happiness in marriage and parentage, some things have shifted within him. His priorities are not as self-serving as they used to be. He values his actual family as if they were gods to be worshiped. His wife, Lianna, his children, each and everyone of them are the entire galaxy to him. It’s why he’s trained them all personally, why he watches over them constantly, because he wants to make sure should anything happen they could adequately protect themselves. As for those who would injury, or, gods above, try to murder his family? Zakhar would raze the entire galaxy to the ground to seek unrelenting vengeance.

### Skills & Hobbies

* *Eidetic CookBook* - Zakhar being a drell has an advanced ability to recall information from memory, while most drell use this for a variety of useful applications, Zakhar specifically uses his to store any and all information on cooking. Cooking is an absolute passion of his, and if it can be eaten, he can cook it. His exploits into the field of cooking have taken him across the globe, through many trials and tribulations, and honestly at this point he could probably open a fine dining restaurant if he cared.
* *Silver Screen Slut -* The original Astral Studios could have probably funded their entire operation off of Zakhar if they ever asked him to produce any of their shows. The amount of hours he has poured over each and everyone of their programs in the past is what led him to being able to recreate them years later. Zak would talk for hours with anyone and everyone who had seen his favorite shows, movies, really anything on the screen. He had his own rankings, ships, favorites, he was the ultimate fanboy of… well, everything.
* *The Devil’s Charm -* Zakhar is a master orator. The way he can bend his words, twist the conversation, apply the right enchanting line or devilish threat; Zakhar was an utter puppeteer when it came to dialogue. This of course came about due to all his years in clandestine services, undercover operations, and just being a charming cad. Though Zak could kill his way out of any situation, his real strength came in his ability to convince anyone to join him on a wild adventure, or to just let him be. The amount of things he has stolen, lied about, fabricated, well, it’s kind of how he created what is now his “criminal empire”.
* *Benevolent Mastermind* - Speaking of a criminal empire, Zak has control over at the very least three extremely profitable and extremely expansive businesses in various markets. His ability to command, delegate, and organize has allowed him to run these businesses for years, all while still operating in some capacity elsewhere. He considers this to be his “criminal” empire, but in reality nothing these businesses do is strictly… criminal. Save for maybe one.

## Physical Description

Throughout his years, Zakhar’s body has gone over three major changes in his life. The first one began the day he was exiled from Kahje. Forced to fight and survive in the cruel world of mercenary life, the gangly drell began to bulk up and really strengthen his body. This has only seen massive increases over time as he started to move beyond that lifestyle and into one of even more peril. Thus, Zakhar’s figure is what can be described as intensely toned and well physiqued.

The second change that happened to Zakhar was the various injuries he sustained during his time in G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. The first real blemish to his body was when an asari assassin confronted him on the Citadel. The battle was intense and it left both very wounded, the dangerous woman had left her mark in the form of a massive scarring of flesh over Zak’s left eye. Even though Zak could have gotten the scars removed, he vowed to leave them as a reminder to never underestimate his opponents, and as a reminder that his life was in peril every time he left for a mission.

A future mission brought about the other massive injury that would leave Zak permanently scarred. During an intense battle on a landing pad in a now classified mission, Zakhar dueled a winged, Reaper modified, malicious warrior. The battle was the most dangerous yet exhilarating moment in his life, when it all seemed to be over for Zak, he was able to summon his last iota of strength and flip over the beast, severing its head. However, it was not without cost as the creature would sever Zak’s right leg and let it tumble into the abyss. With the assistance of another G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. operative, he eventually received a bionic limb known as the \*AL-EG\*. Once again on two feet, Zakhar would find his new right leg was useful in many various applications.

The final change in Zakhar’s life was the dissolution of G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. With no organization to call home, the entire galaxy open to him, and no longer the need to be in a uniform everyday of his life, Zakhar fell into the world of fashion headlong. With the stockpiles of money he had accrued over his years of service, Zakhar would begin to update his wardrobe in a new, fresh way. Focusing on outfits that accentuated his already prominent physical features, while also showing a newer, more delicate side, Zakhar was able to really express himself in the clothes he now wore. Additionally, Zakhar also had an extravagant closet of cover identities he could pull from at any point. They provided him with a multitude of disguises and options for literally any scenario, some even represented the new business opportunities he had time to focus on. This was man reborn, and styling.

### Armament

* Executioner Pistol
* Chakram Launcher
* M-23 Katana

### Abilities

* Incinerate
* Turbocharge
* Concussive Shot