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Player Information ;
Your Nickname: Hiku
OOC Journal: N/A
Under 18? Nope.
Email/IM: hikuswing@gmail.com
Characters Played at Singularity: N/A
Character Information ;
Name: Commander Jane Shepard
Name of Canon: Mass Effect(s)
Canon/AU/Game Canon: Canon, at least insofar as any Shepard can be.
Reference:
Canon Point: Post ME2, but if that doesn't jive with other players, I'm good with pretty much anywhere in the second game.
Setting:
The Mass Effect universe is a place where high technology is common, where cybernetic implants, genetic modifications, and self-containing environmental suits are standard. Interactions with alien species (frequently to violent ends) and discovery of ancient technological artifacts have given humanity the ability to utilize Faster Than Light travel, create barriers and fields that manipulate the fabric of space, and modify their own genetic structure to permit biotic (a wide array of telekinetic and telepathic) abilities.
With this new-found technological and scientific skill, it's no surprise that human expansion increased dramatically. This expansion, often into areas that are considered to be dangerous, by the galactic community on large and their peaceable ruling body, The Council, has caused tension between the alien races and humanity. Humans are the recipients of much scrutiny and, occasionally, outright hatred, but their influence and numbers are quite undeniable.
The spread of humanity put unwanted pressure on the races of the Galaxy and forced them, quite sooner than they would have liked, to accept Humans into their higher governmental workings. The first effort to do this was the acceptance of a human into the special forces controlled by The Council. Commander Shepard of the Human Alliance Military was this human.
Despite this promotion, however, the Council did not afford Commander Shepard any more credibility than any other Human and continued to ignore the problems of humanity on whole. When presented with the galactic threat of the technologically advanced Reapers, a race of ancient, sentient, and very anti-organic-life machines, The Council denied the plausibility of the claim. To acknowledge this error, upon being rescued from the Reaper Sovereign themselves, The Council accepted a human representative into their ranks.
Shortly after this, absorbed in defending the galaxy from the continued threat of the Reaper machines, Commander Shepard was killed. Upon resurrection by the vehemently pro-Humanity group Cerberus, Commander Shepard continued the fight, without the support of the Council. Despite anti-Human and the matching anti-Alien sentiments abound in the galaxy, Commander Shepard gathered the best (be they particularly virtuous or not) and utilizes their talents to the fullest, fighting the Reapers and any additional forces that get in her way.
Personality:
Commander Shepard gets it done. She has no qualms about how, she only cares about results. She has a firm hand and a firmer grip on her pistol. Ultimately, however, her firmness comes from the fact that the universe is in danger, and she'll be goddamned if she's going to let anyone else screw up the overall chances of survival.
An Earthborn orphan, she grew up in the obligitorily dark and scary slums, fighting her way and so forth. At the first given opportunity, she decided to get the hell out of dodge and joined up with the Alliance Navy, became a Marine. After an illustrious beginning, and several years of service, she was the sole survivor of a bloody, terrible assault on the planet Torfan. Her command style became clear at this point. Commander Shepard gets the job done, no matter the cost.
Her die-hard loyalty and technical skill in the military arena earned her the privilege of being the first human Spectre, an entity that lives above galactic law as a special agent of sorts. She began her career hunting down and gutting the rogue spectre Saren who had been absorbed into a much larger plot to wipe out organic life in the Galaxy. Naturally, this became the task at hand. After fighting the Reapers directly, quite literally returning from the dead, and fighting the Collectors, their organic minions, Shepard stands ready to take the fight to them, and fucking win.
Abilities and Weaknesses:
Shepard's career military with a penchant for taking on aliens several times her own size. Upon her rebirth, in order to reverse some of the effects of explosive decompression, most of her organs were regrown with biotic implants. They don't afford her much by way of usable power, but they do make her harder to kill and more able to take a solid beating.
She possesses a few underdeveloped biotic abilities. These mostly pertain to the ability to throw, lift, or pull items and enemies without actually being closer than a few meters to them. She doesn't utilize them often, as a gun is frequently much more effective and doesn't come with violent migraines and mid-battle downtime.
As far as guns are concerned, her favorite is easily her small side-arm. Whether it's interrogations, shooting at enemies, or just getting a better discount at a store, her pistol has never failed her. Unsurprisingly, this is a quality segue into the next section:
Inventory:
Shepard's pistol is common. Nondescript make and model, various overheating problems, and a handful of clips, it's an item that quite literally must be pried from her cold, dead fingers.
Appearance:
Commander Jane Shepard is approximately 5'8", with the general physique of a marine and the scarring to match. She has chin length reddish brown hair, lightish eyes, and is always clad in the highest quality armor she can salvage/strip off her enemies in pieces. It always bares her favorite logo, however, the N7 rating on the chestplate.
Age:
30, give or take a few years added while she was dead or subtracted when she was regrown.
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across?
Jane Shepard is impatient, particularly when dealing with people who don't answer correctly, concisely, and quickly. She interrupts, threatens, and delivers on a regular basis. Conversely, when situations become very serious, or involve a slip in the odds of her own (or her ship's) survival, she does everything in her power to maintain the best possible situation.
While she's mean, ornery, and more likely to break kneecaps than ask directions, she has been known to spare lives, be generally polite when it behooves her or her cause, and go to extensive lengths to assure the safety and loyalty of her crewmates.
Ultimately I'm not sure how this occasional stream of the greater good will present itself, but I am quite certain it shall.
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test?
And What Did You Score?
Samples ;
Log Sample:
Whatever asshole said 'Mornings were Hell,' was clearly thinking of Omega at the time.
Strangely enough, so was the guy who coined that 'Case of the mondays' piece of trash everyone spewed out at her once a week.
Suffice to say, Monday mornings on Omega were a fucking awful time to be alive, a problem three large, annoyed, and well armed Krogan were trying to solve for her. She'd been bum rushed out of the suite--something she'd have a chat with the owner about later--and landed outside with her pistol and half a dozen hung over, anti-earthers.
She may have made one threatening and more than slightly racist threat involving the Batarian that ran the place and things got out of hand. It was a good thing she'd had a pistol in the other, but fuck, you nick one Blood Pack's armor and they get goddamned uppity about it.
Shepard dove behind the water duct, reinforced titanium with a tungsten coating, kept it from freezing in the tubes and cracking out the oxygen seals, also useful for stopping shredder rounds. Nasty fuckers were using shredder rounds, on a lady. Okay, maybe that was a bit melodramatic.
With a quick twist, she leaned out and squeezed out seven shots in succession. She hadn't really aimed, beyond the general area of fire, so the various Tuchunkan' vulgarities were surprising and encouraging.
What the hell had she loaded her thermal clip with? Polonium? Nice.
"You know, we can do this the easy way, and you can walk away," Shepard shouted as she popped the heat sink and loaded another. Her gun let out a satisfying charge-hum.
Three assault-rifles loaded and emptied against the bulkhead, floor, and duct around her.
"So we do it the Krogan way, fine by me," she muttered, exhaled, and dove out from behind the column.
Fucking Monday mornings.
Network Sample:
[The recording shakes briefly as it initializes, a jump in the record or the orientation of the camera. As the hand pulls back from it's position exlicsing the camera it becomes rather apparent that the controls were handled none-too-gently.]
I don't like waking up in new places. I especially don't like waking up in new places I've never heard of before.
[The holographic camera, now far enough to actually capture the person talking without extreme distortion, flickers slightly and refocuses. The woman on the other side is irritated, very irritated, and has her hands fisted and propped against her sides.]
If someone tells me I died, I'll fucking kill them.