The Keepers aren’t attractive, but at least they keep to themselves. The best thing you can say about the Collectors is they’re not the Vorcha, and neither of them should be in your bedroom. The only way a Collector could ever hope to be attractive is if they flew directly into the sun.
They can’t speak in any tongue that a human or any other alien could understand, but is that such a big loss? They look like stink bugs injected with steroids, left to dry in the heat. Spoiler alert: The Collectors are just Protheans that the Reapers repurposed and sent into the Omega 4 Relay.
The Collectors Don’t do it, they’re evil! Bioware They come dead last on this list, and I resent having to include them at all. I know science fiction has spoiled my idea of what interspecies relations will look like in the future, but I’m not putting my toes anywhere near the mouth of a Vorcha. They have literally zero things going for them. Without the ability to form complex sentences, the only conceivable selling point for the Vorcha would be their looks, but they look like a bat that flew into a wall. Lack of intelligence can be a turn on for some people. The Vorcha The bottom of the list, and a bad idea to bang Bioware I’m here to present a completely objective and not-at-all biased ranking of how hot each alien in Mass Effect is, starting with those who have faces only a Matriarch could love. The love of my life is a Turian, and he’s just one of the many attractive alien races featured in the Mass Effect franchise. We discussed failed romantic endeavors, the loss of cherished companions and his resentment toward the way society operated until I exhausted all of his dialogue options. Although reluctant at first, he eventually let his guard down enough to let me glimpse into his personal life. The foundation of our relationship was a supportive friendship that slowly blossomed into romance after enough persistence on my end.
He’s less a man and more of a dinosaur/bird hybrid. When we kiss, I try not to think of the logistics that come with smashing my mouth into that of someone who doesn’t have conventional lips. The texture of his skin is rough and resembles sandpaper. His three fingers maneuver clumsily against mine when our hands intertwine. He’s abnormally tall and possesses a voice that commands attention. I met the love of my life shortly after turning 18.
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