Post by jane on May 18, 2017 1:00:48 GMT
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JANE SHEPARD
AGE FEMALE SHE / HER LESBIAN HUMAN NEUTRAL |
tw for: suicide mention sure, i can talk about shepard "commander shepard was born on earth, and fought harder than anyone for her homeworld." earth. 2154. she comes into this world the way she'll go out: kicking and screaming. her face is as red as the wisps of hair on her scalp, her fists curled tight as she batters them uselessly at the air. cries quiet at her mother's gentle embrace. hannah's warmth becomes an instinctual need. there is a second of peace between them, as they both see each other for the first time. "welcome, jane." it had been easy to forget what her mother had looked like, not that that had been jane's intention. hannah's face simply blurred into the background, replaced with new ones in the coming years. jane couldn't remember why she'd left, only that since she was six years old, she'd been on her own. "what about shepard? earthborn, but no record of her family." the tenth street reds prove a family - a dysfunctional, frustrating, somewhat abusive family - but a family none the less. she makes friends. makes enemies. makes out with some of both. her time with the reds, training, fighting, paves the path for a greater destiny. at 18, she enlists in the alliance military. she never hesitated "the commander was also a powerful biotic, nearly unstoppable when she charged into a fight." she's harder when they send her to akuze. tougher. her n7 training's almost finished. the mission feels like a slap in the face - go investigate a colony, find out why we've lost contact with them, and come home. how wrong she'd been. it was night when the thresher maws attacked, screeching and hissing as acid dripped from their gaping jaws. no one had been prepared. the alliance soldiers, caught off guard, scattered and lost formation. all she could hear was the blood bumping in her ears, the screams of her companions, and the horrifying click of an empty magazine. relying only on her biotics, now, she charges. electricity pulses through her, crackling in the air like lightning. pulses of blue blot out her vision, as a glowing fists collides with writhing, scaly flesh. another scream splits the air, but this time it's not one of the soldier's. the thresher maw goes down, half its face missing. for a moment she feels as if the tide may turn, but looking back at the slaughtered men and women, she knows it won't be enough. "she saw her whole unit die on akuze. she could have some serious emotional scars." she survives, but barely. in the end, she loses her left leg, and she's grounded for several months while she undergoes various psychiatric evaluations. but the world outside sees her as a hero. she gets promoted to commander, and when the colony on akuze repopulates, they place a memorial there in her honour. it's almost enough to make her sick. after that, she bounces around. her psych releases her as 'fit for duty', but she can tell she's being held back. her assignments are light. almost always on colonies, where she's just supposed to be guarding the development of another settlement, helping bring in supplies from trade ships. her history will follow her around forever. life falls into tedium. she becomes complacent. the days blur together from the lack of sleep, the nightmares that plague her after the sun goes down. she stands in front of the bathroom mirror, tracing the scars on her face and trying to remember who she was. the nights get longer and darker. she's ready to end it, join the rest of her squad from akuze. their faces have never left her mind, and she sees them when she closes her eyes. the gun's barrel is cold against her lips but the release it promises is overwhelming. her finger rests on the trigger, tears stain her cheeks, and she shakes, but nothing happens. she feels like a coward. too scared to kill herself, too scared to live with the weight of her past. that night she drowns her sorrows and makes herself sick. she doesn't tell anyone about what she almost did. they'd never put her back in the field if they knew. so she bides her time. salutes her superiors, accepts the assignments they give her. waiting for an opportunity to prove herself. and after months, it comes in the form of the ssv normandy. captain david anderson. she knows his name. he's a hero, and a brilliant soldier. serving under him gives her a new sense of purpose. she works as hard now as she did in n7 training. the nightmares and flashbacks subside a little, but she still doesn't sleep. all her energy is dedicated to training. for what, she doesn't know, but it helps to keep her thoughts occupied. anderson is like the father she never had. his unfailing kindness and mentorship are things she swears never to take for granted. never heard a complaint "she was a solider - and a leader. one who made peace where she could." even so, it comes as a shock when captain anderson informs her she's in line to be the first human spectre. the months of tests, of evaluations, of whispers saying she's no longer fit for duty, suddenly resurface. akuze took its toll and everyone can see it in the scars on her face, if not in her movements and her behaviour. still, she stands strong. she will not let anderson down. her future now lays in the outcome of this mission, and so much is at stake. to this day, the events of eden prime cause her to feel sick. the situation there is not dissimilar to akuze, and as she treks through the colony, gun poised, she's aware of how quickly her heart is racing, how tense she is, how it feels as if she can't breath. when they lose jenkins, it only gets worse. eden prime changed everything. nihlus, the turian spectre overseeing her assignment, was killed; ashley williams joined the normandy's team after her own squad had been cut down one-by-one by the geth; the prothean beacon, which they had all been trying so desperately to protect, was destroyed. and shepard was left with nothing but a terrifying, undecipherable warning. "every soldier has scars. shepard's a survivor." they immediately approach the council. saren has gone rogue, he had attacked the human colony. it all seems so obvious, but the council has their hands tied. they cannot demote the turian spectre without valid evidence against him, and shepard doesn't have that. she finds help in odd places - a turian c-sec officer, a krogan bounty hunter, a quarian fresh off the flotilla. with their help, she makes her case, and the council concedes. she's made the first human spectre; her first assignment: bring saren to justice. their first stop brings them to therum, and it's there that they move one step forward. liara t'soni, an asari xenoarchaeologist, helps decipher the meaning of the beacon that had nearly cost shepard her life on eden prime. it's a warning, from a race of aliens that lived 50,000 years earlier. feros and noveria shed more light on the situation. shiala, an asari formerly under the command of matriarch benezia, relays that saren is searching for something called the conduit - that it will be the key to the return of the reapers. on the frigid planet of noveria, matriarch benezia is able to briefly break through her indoctrination to confirm that saren used her as a means of obtaining the location of the conduit from the rachni queen - but she dies before she can tell any of them where he's gone. the clock is ticking, now, as they race to catch up to saren. their search brings them to virmire, and it's there that she's faced with the most difficult decision of her life. it's one thing to have soldiers die beside you or under your command, but to have someone's life in your hands - her head spins. in the end, she rushes to the aid of ashley williams and captain kirrahe, leaving kaidan alenko to activate the bomb rigged to destroy saren's base on the planet. it's a decision that's hard to swallow. "i understand, commander. i don't regret a thing." it's virmire, also, where they come face-to-face with the looming threat. sovereign, one of an ancient race of sentient machines, reveals himself. the vision from the prothean beacon makes sense now. in its depths, she's seen the destruction that's coming for them. back on the normandy, liara is able to peace together the remnants of her vision, and it points them to where they need to go next: ilos. when they return to the citadel, she's grounded. rage bubbles up in her throat, but she takes it with a grain of salt. anderson, however, isn't as ready to give in. it's a gutsy move, stealing the normandy, but if anyone can pull it off - it's shepard. it's a race against time now. ilos is beautiful, and she finds herself awe-struck at first, but the mission is dire. talking to an ancient prothean vi reveals the reason the reapers have relied so heavily on saren to return them from dark space, and that the conduit - thought to be a weapon - is actually a miniature mass relay built by the protheans, which links up to the one on the presidium. there she comes face-to-face with saren. the epic showdown that was promised from the start. but all she can do is pity him. as his body disintegrates away, she allows herself a brief moment of relief. it's not over yet, but they've stemmed the tide. she turns to her squad mates, ready to congratulate, but everything goes black with a crash and a scream. she lays there for what seems like a lifetime, embracing the cold that overcomes her. then she hears anderson's voice - quiet at first, but steadily growing loudly as she comes back to consciousness. he's come back for her, and she won't let him down. her body screams in protest, but she fights like she has always fought, and when she stands amidst the rubble, broken and bruised and bloody, there's a fire in her eyes. soldiers like the commander are rare "she's a hero. a bloody icon." her success against saren leads the council to assign her the task of clearing out remaining geth from the various galactic systems. she knows its to pacify the masses, knows it's necessary, but she hates that everyone is ignoring the real threat - the reapers. but it's not the reapers that ambush them. an unknown enemy, not affected by the normandy's stealth features. one blast sends the crew into panic. she orders liara to get as many as possible to the evac-pods while she goes after joker. her voice is steady, but there's fear in her eyes. she's able to get joker to safety, but with the second blast she's thrown out of the pod. she closes it and hits the eject, knowing it's too late for her. a third blast splits the ship in two, and her head spins as debris knocks her around like a rag doll. it's a moment before she realizes she can't breath. spinning wildly, feeling sick, she reaches up and finds her oxygen disconnected. panic surges through her as she fights for each breath, but realization soon dawns. there's no way she's going to make it. shepard lets herself go limp and closes her eyes halfway, watching the burning debris of the normandy swirl around her. she ignores the feeling that her heart is going to burst out of her chest, ignores the sudden sickness she feels as her body begins to enter atmosphere. as black spots cloud her vision, she focuses only on her choked breathing. then everything is black. "is that the kind of person we want protecting the galaxy?" she never expects herself to wake, but she does. in her mind she can see liara, reaching out for her, calling her name, but the image fades and the soft-spoken voice she's fallen so deeply for changes - its louder, desperate, accented. her body screams in protest as she hauls herself up and fights her way through the lazarus facility. confused, she stumbles along, following jacob until she meets the woman responsible for her ressurection: miranda lawson. cerberus. she knows the name. they're the ones responsible for what happened to her on akuze. bile rises in her throat, but she has no choice but to let herself be taken to the man in charge. working for the illusive man leaves a bad taste in her mouth. to everyone she comes across she insists she's working with him, not for him, but she can't help but feel like property. 30% of her is cybernetic. she's a ghost. an experiment. they should've let her stay dead. but there's a silver lining in the form of a second chance. she can still help the galaxy by going after the collectors. her crew, so different from the original normandy's, becomes a second family. garrus and tali, though shocked to see her alive, join in her pursuit. they've both changed, she notices, but then so has she. the others: samara, jack, zaeed, kasumi, thane, grunt, mordin - legion, too, she comes to depend on them, and they her. as they head through the omega 4 relay for a direct assault on the collector's base, there's no others she'd rather have with her. women like shepard, even more rare "and it was a privilege to know her." when the reapers finally attack earth, no one is ready for it, not even her. leaving anderson amidst the crumbling rubble makes her heart ache, but he's right - she must get to the council. being reunited with ashley is awkward - they're both so different now. ashley has every right to believe shepard is still working with cerberus, but the accusation still stings. james, on the other hand, as frustrated as he is with having to leave earth, is more accommodating. they travel to the mars archives, and jane's heart skips at the sight of another familiar face. but there's no time to catch up with liara. rushing through the facility, they come across another of the illusive man's cronies - only this time, a frightening revelation is had. dr. eva core, a cerberus plant, turns out to be an ai in the guise of a scientist. shepard falters, and ashley pays the price for it. on the citadel she's rushed to huerta memorial, and shepard can do nothing but wait. she and liara approach the council, reveal to them the plans of an ancient prothean weapon that could turn the tide of the war, but the ugly truth of the matter is that they cannot spare resources to assist earth. anger burns deep in her chest, but shepard forces herself to understand. she's almost ready to resign when councilor sparatus approaches her with an alternative ultimatum: rescue the turian primarch, and the various council races will convene a war summit to see what can be done.from palaven they must head to tuchanka, to finally rectify the wrong-doings of the salarians centuries ago: a cure for the genophage. shepard knows how much this means to wrex, and she'll stop at nothing to deliver the justice he so righteously deserves. on the barren krogan homeworld they find themselves ambushed by husks and scions and mauraders, but none compare to the showdown of a lifetime. thinking quickly, the team summons kalross - the ancient thresher maw known as tuchanka's protector - and the giant creature returns to the depths of the earth with a reaper grasped in her jaws. "had to be me. someone else might have gotten it wrong." she is not able to save mordin. in a final act of redemption, the brilliant salarian scientist sacrifices his life in order to ensure that the cure for the genophage is dispersed over the planet. with the krogan and the turians pacified, their assistance insured, shepard returns to the citadel only to find it under attack by those she had once worked alongside - cerberus. as she prepares to battle kai leng, she's surprised when thane appears at her side. the drell assassin has not lost his skill, even in the final stages of his life-threatening condition, but it's no use: kai leng escapes. following him, shepard's trail leads her to where ashley is escorting the turian, asari, and human councilors to safety. jane's stomach lurches as they point their guns at each other, ashley's finger trembling on the trigger, but when she shoots it's not at shepard. udina goes down, his attempted coup defeated. thane's injuries sustained at leng's hands are too much for him, and with shepard and his son kolyat by his side, he finally passes on.the quarians offer their aid next, but when shepard joins tali in an attempt to infiltrate a geth dreadnought, they almost lose their lives. on thessia the situation is just as similar. after fighting their way through hordes of husks and banshees, they arrive too late. kai leng takes the prothean vi. shepard and her crew return to the normandy with a heavy heart, and liara is most shaken by the sight of her homeworld in despair. samantha traynor provides them with a second chance. she's able to track kai leng to horizon, where they uncover the truth of the illusive man's intentions. he plans to discover a means of controlling the reapers, harnessing their power for the advancement of humanity. it's from there that they're able to find the illusive man's base and launch their final attack. there, shepard is able to exact revenge on kai leng for his crimes. sweating, panting, nearing her limit, she finally ends him, and edi recovers the prothean vi. the catalyst, thought to be an integral aspect of the crucible as a weapon, and the only thing that will help them win this war, is actually the citadel itself. the reapers have moved the citadel to orbit earth, and the only way there is through a transmitting beacon on the planet's surface. shepard returns to where it began, looking forward to having anderson at her side again. "that's the only kind of person who can protect the galaxy." the situation on earth has grown far worse, however. shepard has never seen so many husks, cannibals, brutes - you name it - anywhere else before. but she fights, struggles on wards until the last stretch. liara and javik by her side, the reaper's lasers cutting through the allied forces. a blast sends a shuttle in their direction, and it nearly crushes the three. shepard is forced to call for an evacuation, but she has come too far to leave now. she says her goodbyes, trying to keep her tears back at liara's heartbroken expression, and then turns to bolt for the beacon.she's so focused on reaching the objective, she doesn't notice as harbinger's laser cuts a path in front of her. she goes blind from the light, and suddenly the world is quiet. her skin feels as if its on fire, and when she lands the breath is knocked from her. the silence overwhelms her, she's reminded of the presidium, nearly three years ago. and like then, a voice wakes her. it's not anderson's this time, but it's enough. fighting the urge to lay down and sleep, shepard drags herself to the beacon. husks seem to come at her in slow-motion, but one by one she shoots them down. the light of the beacon is just as blinding as the laser that nearly killed her, but there is a comforting warmth to it as she steps forwards and allows herself to be engulfed by its ray. the citadel is quiet and dark. bodies surround her, and among them walk the keepers - plodding along in silence as if nothing has happened. she hears anderson through her com and follows his voice, dragging herself up steps and steps until she finds herself in a place she's never been to before - not even sure if it's the presidium at all. anderson stands before her, and relief washes over shepard, but when he turns, his body convulsing as he fights against an unseen force, shepard realizes they're not alone.the illusive man is strong. so much stronger than she'd thought. it's hard to resist him, but somehow she finds the will. talking with him is no use, she realizes. the only thing left for her to do is put him out of his misery. as he slumps to the floor, her battle is at an end. opening the citadel's arms, she falls to the floor beside anderson and leans against him, feeling like a small child again. in perfect silence she listens as hackett releases the crucible, and a smile lights her features. "god...feels like years since i just...sat down." "i think you've earned a rest..." "stay with me, we're almost through this." "you did good child. you did good. i'm proud of you." "thank you, sir... "anderson?" the sadness that washes over her is stronger than anything she's ever felt before. it chokes her throat and stings her eyes. she grasps his hand and lets out the shakiest of breaths, closing her eyes and ignoring the pain in her side and the hot, sticky sensation of blood on her fingertips. "shepard? commander? nothing's happening. the crucible's not firing. it's got to be something on your end." "what do you need me to do?" hackett's voice is jarring and grates against her ears, but she musters what little strength she has left to gather herself to her feet. when her eyes open, she's no longer at anderson's side. a silvery silhouette stands before her. the catalyst, it calls itself. it does nothing to make the situation easier for her to understand, but it gives her a choice. destroy or control. it's an easy choice to make.as she steps towards the crucible, the pain in her body seems to subside. her legs carry her with renewed vigor, and she feels weightless as she moves. her thoughts are with the normandy, with joker and liara, with everyone they have lost. their faces will never blur the way her mother's did. she will keep them alive through her memory, for as long as she dare live. with both hands she grips her pistol and fires, the glass shattering and sparks flying. bullet after bullet, until the magazine is empty, and even then she doesn't stop. in a burst of red light she feels herself being thrown backwards, and a sense of peace overcomes her. before the world goes dark, she hears his voice. "you did good, child. you did good." |
as a biotic, jane is capable of manipulating dark energy fields using the element zero nodules in her nervous system. she is, to put it lightly, a professional, skilled in a variety of automatic and non-automatic weapons as well as hand-to-hand combat. though trained as a vanguard, she is profoundly apt with sniper rifles and shotguns.
JANE SHE / HER - 5 GMT (EST) |
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