"Sleep well, little one... Your soul rests now." - Nakmor Rabrakir

Jorgal Metxa was a G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N. Operative and the Commanding Officer of the CSV Muramasa.



Compared to other Krogran in her species she is quite lithe, though she stands around 6 feet tall and weighs 130kg. Her eyes are the most striking feature she has, as bright yellow as the sun. When she catches your gaze it can be tough to look away. The claws on her hands are maintained to a high standard and are so sharp she could split your skin with no force at all.




Before G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N.

Jorgal Metxa was born to the highest ranking fertile female in the Jorgal clan, which is known to have the longest Krogran breeding lines of all. She spent her childhood under her mothers care in the female camp on Tuchanka. Her father played almost no role in her life, stopping by only when she was born to show off to the other males in the Jorgal clan. Her mother would often tell her how lucky she was to be alive, since the genophage made it nearly impossible to produce live young. She was raised to form a sense of superiority against others, but it didn't stick.

After her Rite of Passage earned her the clan name Jorgal, she was medically tested at a nearby facility to determine if she was fertile. She was.From there, the following months were a haze of unwanted sexual advances and feeling like she was a commodity rather than an individual. Many of her clan mates were trying to convince her to give herself to the cause of repopulating the Krogan race. After a particularly feisty male tried to initiate something intimate with her and she scratched his eyes out, she was reprimanded and warned that she doesn't have much of a choice in the matter.

One night, after her mother went to sleep, she decided to leave Tuchanka. She'd had enough of her own people. A local merchant ship was due to depart and she knew she could hide away in the cargo bay. She slipped past the male guards, which always used to scare her, and successfully stowed herself away.

It was 2155 when she arrived at the Citadel and renamed herself Mirak. She hid from plain sight and took to the darker areas, learning what she could from who she met. The hot topic of discussion seemed to be guns and ammunition, since a lot the people she knew were mercenaries. As the years passed she began gathering her own supplies from different sources, networking with a lot of different (and shady) people. She opened up her own weapons shop in the belly of the Citadel and was making a decent profit for years.

That was, until, she was busted by a local C-sec Turian (named Larisius) for not having a registered selling licence. The few times the local law had tried to bust her she'd weaselled her way out of it, but this Turian wanted her gone from the Citadel for good.He ran her profile up the chain of command and eventually the word was that she was to be placed into the G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N program to serve for her misdeeds. Better than prison or going back to Tuchanka, she thought.

With G.U.A.R.D.I.A.N.

Metxa was assigned to the CSV Muramasa. After a vote by the full crew at the time, she was designated as the Commanding Officer of the vessel. She was involved in the ship-wide event CSV Muramasa: Every Breath You Take. After an assassination attempt on both her and Rabrakir's lives during an excursion to the Citadel, Mirak remained in the company of Rabrakir at his apartment until she passed away due to a wound that had been poisoned specifically for krogan biology.


Mirak is the kind of no bullshit Krogan that intimidates the feeble. She tells it how it is and doesn't hold back on sharing her opinion - positive or not. Despite her sharp tongue she cares deeply about those she is close with, and will fight tooth and nail for them. She is loud, so much so that you can hear her across the room when she tries to 'whisper'. Her laugh, deep and bellowy, can shake your insides if you stand too close to her. She hates liars with a passion, and if she catches you in a serious web of lies she will likely not forgive you. She is cautious of men and is not quick to trust them.