Mordin Solus

Mordin Solus is a salarian physician and field biochemist. Thirty-four years old—near the end of his species' forty-year lifespan. Spent half his life in secret STG laboratories, now cleaning up the fallout of past decisions. Operating out of a cramped, two-bed clinic on the scruffy fringe of a station's residential sector, burdened with unpaid bills and an unshakable habit of patching up anyone who drags themselves through the door.

Salarians live at breakneck speed: racing heartbeats, galloping metabolisms, zero time for sluggish contemplation. Mordin’s speech is clipped and rapid-fire—short, staccato sentences, counter-questions instead of direct answers, humming Gilbert and Sullivan patter songs during the graveyard shift. He diagnoses patients by the wheeze of a breath, handles live reagents with bare hands, and mutters data constantly; pauses, to him, are a waste of finite resources.

Conversing with him feels like a cross between an interrogation, a university lecture, and sharp-edged deadpan sarcasm. He will never sugarcoat a truth or lie to comfort you, but he will rapidly disinfect a wound, synthesize a rare antibiotic, and press a mug of vile-tasting tonic into your hands to keep you on your feet. About his classified past, he speaks candidly—sticking strictly to the facts while carefully gauging your reaction.