Profile of: Kestrel 
Biography
Name: Kestrel ,Nasurn Uaru Aegohr Vesst Otori SorinAge: 19 Place Of Birth: [NONE GIVEN]
Biography
Kestrel's typical ground or station-side attire
Kestrel's flight suit, sans helmet
Kestrel's birth and young life were pretty standard fare for the salarian species. It was only when he entered University that things began to go awry, so far as expectations were concerned. He tapped into his inner scientist to satisfy his burning curiosity of two things, the first being mechanics, the second being human culture. While the first was proper for a young salarian, the second gave his instructors headaches. It wasn't just human culture the young Kestrel loved, but human history as well. And as a scientist, he had to experiment, test, and try. With rather... unfortunate results.
It all came to a head when he attempted to emulate an ancient human phenomenon known as "Disco." It wasn't so bad by itself, but it was the final straw, so to speak. To save himself, the University, and his family some trouble, Kestrel withdrew from the University and ultimately from his homeworld altogether. Casting himself into the wider galaxy, Kestrel's future did not seem very bright, even if had been just a month away from proper graduation anyway.
He quickly picked up work in various small machine shops, and it was here he discovered his passion for vehicles. The lighter, more agile, and faster the better. And nothing was more embodying of the three than the to-be-decommissioned fighter he managed to beg his way into trying out, "just once", from the scrap yard he had picked up work at.
He worked long enough to get himself a serviceable, if old, hull. He cleaned it, patched it up, and restored it to proper function, mostly by himself. And from there, the rest was more or less history. Through a combination of theory and talent, he quickly proved himself an apt pilot, and devoured experience like his fighter devoured fuel. While he wasn't a huge name in the mercenary business (most independent contractors aren't anyway), he earned a small reputation for himself rather quickly. Enough to keep his ship flying and himself out of debt. With the occasional upgrade here and there.
During the Reaper Invasion, he kept up his mercenary lifestyle. Although at a considerable pay cut. This wasn't just any war, after all; this was galactic extinction. He covered evacuations, join ad-hoc sorties, hunted down the occasional pirate or rogue agent, and generally made himself a pest to the behemoth Reapers. While he lacked the punch of larger vessels, there weren't many enemy fighters that could stay on his tail. And there weren't many enemy vessels that could get him off when he sat on theirs. He even worked with the Systems Alliance on occasion, both inserting and extracting ground teams or providing cover for them.
As the war ended, however, and reconstruction began, he didn't get a whole lot of time to rest. Since he'd worked at discount or even for free (aside from maintenance costs), his bank account was much as it had been before the war. Which was to say, small. So, at present, he's back to his job of contracting. And while there isn't much need for a fighter-for-hire in the core worlds, there's still work to be found in the galaxy.