Commander Jane Shepard {WIP}

[Commander Jane Shepard]

{ I just need to write up my strengths and weakness and history! x3 Woo! }

- Behind the Mask -

Name: Natalie
Age: 22
RP Experience: Approximately 9 years!
Activity Level: At least every day. I currently am attending veterinary school so I will be putting my academic demands over posts for a short while. :< Thankfully, summer vacation is just right around the corner!
Cbox Name: xShep

- The Character -

Name: Lieutenant Commander Jane Shepard
Species: Human
Age: 29
Date of Birth: 4.11.2154
Gender: Female
Homeworld: N/A ; Born in Space
Class: Soldier

Affiliations: The Alliance Military. Cerberus.

Alignment: Paragon

Weapon of Choice: Assault Rifle

Combat Expertise:
Shepard is a soldier; a warrior that gets through violent situations using brawn and marksmanship. She relies heavily on her firearms, being partial to sub machine guns and assault rifles when she can get a hold of them. She is a master of arms, an expert at how to operate guns including heavy weapons. Her training as a soldier has given her increased accuracy, fortitude, and endurance.

Appearance:
Through extensive military training and action out on the field, Shepard has sustained a very slim, fit, and strong frame. Although she has the muscular build of a female soldier, her slender body is pleasantly compact and feminine. A stern appearance is normally plastered across her facial features, but she has a tendency to smile when the situation calls for it. Her smile has been described as charming, even if it can come off as a bit goofy and awkward from a woman of such importance. Marring the smooth, fair flesh of her right cheek are several facial scars that never healed over completely after she underwent the procedure of the Lazarus Project. One of the wounds rests between the cusp of her cheek and her eye, while the other marks the outer curve of her face.

Her two inviting honey-colored eyes can tend to be misleading, but they are one of her most prominent attributes. Although Shepard appears to be stoic and somber, those two amber orbs often betray that exterior to hint at her kind, loyal, and sensitive interior. As-per standard military protocol, Shepard keeps her hair trimmed short. Her dirty blonde hued locks fall just short of her shoulder blades, feathering into a gentle curl around the nape of her neck.

Typical apparel for the Commander is a full heavy armor suit, colored with overlapping black and red plates. The heftiness of her armor leaves much to the imagination when it comes to the size and curves of her body, something she seems to prefer when out on business. Rarely is she seen in casual wears, though she tends to prefer wearing standard N7 uniforms as a reminder of where she started out and came from.

As for Shepard's actual physical make-up, even she is not completely aware of what parts of her natural-born body still exist. When she was reconstructed by Cerberus after death, many of her bones and joints had to be replaced with cybernetic implants. Much of her body consists of these cybernetic improvements, increasing her overall strength and durability.

Personality:
Jane Shepard is a soldier through and through, with a strong resolution to turn toward what is good and honest. Ever since she was young, she was always told to follow her heart, and she never allows anyone to sway her from what she feels is the right path. Knowing how precious life and preservation is, she is often opposed to taking the life of a person or creature unless they leave her absolutely no choice. Even when she served as a proud member of the Alliance fleet, she would purposefully go against orders to avoid unnecessary loss of life if she knew it could be prevented. It usually did not matter if those lives were a part of her own squad or that of an enemy force. Whenever situations can be resolved through diplomacy, Shepard is always the first to offer her charming and persuasive words to sway the decisions of criminals.

Many compare her to a superhero, but she is far from it. Despite the strong and independent composure that is typical of her, beneath the skin, Shepard is nothing but flesh and blood. She is like anyone else, and she has experienced her fair share of mistakes on account of her "do gooder" attitude. Because of this, Shepard tends to carry a heavy burden of past missions. If there is anything that she is running away from in the entire galaxy, it is certainly the burning reprisal of her own regrets. When recalling certain past operations, she sometimes wonders how the situation may have unfolded if she only decided to pull the trigger instead of talk it out.

Adept at hiding her emotions and ghosts of the past from others, she can also push her own feelings aside when a mission calls for her full attention. When she sets her mind on something, she always follows through with incredible precision. There have been times when she has even been accused of being too married to her duties, but when the galaxy was in peril, she wouldn't have seen it any other way.

Not particularly quick to place trust in others, Shepard tends to be a woman who requires some encouraging before she even begins to discuss personal topics. Whether she believes it is unprofessional or is simply afraid of letting others inside is uncertain, but there are very few individuals that she has actually ever spoken to about her personal life. Notwithstanding that fact, she is very amiable and easy to get along with once she does finally trust the person in question. She is known for completing impossible feats for her friends, often times putting them first and above any sort of issues that may concern herself.

Likes
+ Kaiden Alenko
+ Garrus Vakarian
+ Her crew
+ Fighting for a just cause
+ Traveling the Universe
+ Joker's Bitching (Though she'll never admit it.)
+ Animals
+ Lilacs (Yes, believe it or not, Commander Shepard can be feminine!)
+ Tropical climates
+ "Good" music
+ The feeling of a job well done

Disikes
- Criminals and troublemakers
- Ignorance and xenophobes
- Having regrets
- Not being able to be the "hero"
- When people don't give her any other choice...
- Incredibly hot temperatures
- Being pressured into situations
- Being Manipulated
- Cerberus
- Sitting around

Strengths and Weaknesses:


History:

Roleplay Example:
As the twin doors glided open to yield entry to a group of young and scantily-clad asari, an extra shadow slipped onto the floor of the Dark Star. The slender figure slithered in and out of sight in a flash, obscured by the bouncing and bobbing bodies of nearby dancers. Not even a head turned to notice her as the infamous Commander Shepard weaved her way into the crowd, a single thread lost in a myriad of patterns. Her honey-colored orbs remained level with the bar, her senses on overdrive for any sort of unwarranted trouble. Although her face had thus far gone unnoticed, there was no telling what set of eyes was surveying her from the shadows… Or the catwalks. The notion did not make her uncomfortable, the soldier in her relishing the challenge of the unknown; however, she was by far not a woman who would throw caution to the wind either. The kinetic barriers of her sleek red and black armor being fully active and ready to take some heat, she felt as ready as ever in the event that the feeling in her gut was correct. It often was.

Forced to slip past an awkward pair of a quarian and turian who were enjoying the closeness that the club had to offer a little bit too much, Shepard managed to reach the bar. A neutral expression played across her scarred face, nodding to the bar tender as he offered to serve her up a drink while she casually perused the intoxicated faces of those sitting within proximity. A schmoozing volus caught her eye, though her gaze did not linger as she gave a motion of thanks and a shot of some of the Citadel’s finest liquor was passed to her. Raising the glass to her lips, she took a swig, her demeanor calm and natural. Even as the alcohol created a dull burning sensation on the back of her throat, the Commander did not so much as flinch. It felt good. Oddly soothing given the livelihood of those surrounding her.

The bass of the music thundered, followed by dark and moody beats before fizzling off into a high-strung electrical solo. This sent dancers into a frenzy of movement, allowing the short and plump individual in question to vanish into the sea of activity. Silently cursing the club’s popularity, Shepard did not allow her personal frustrations to mar her Zen-like appearance. Without so much as a thought, she disappeared like a figment of the imagination. One moment she was there, and the next she was gone, causing the confused salarian server to actually double-take before he looked down at the half-empty beverage in disbelief.

Pure force pulsed through her body from the music, causing some adrenaline to surge through her unwilling system as she scouted the dance floor. To be honest, the stout little character was rather easy to miss even as he stumbled along, somehow managing to dodge couples who were oblivious to his presence. His short stature worked well to his advantage as the music and brilliant streams of light came like a euphoric clot in the female Spectre’s mind. Wisping several locks of blonde hair from her face, she pushed her way toward a corridor that lead off to private rooms and VIP sections of the club. She had a sneaking suspicion as to where the little sleaze ball was going and there was only one way to find out.

As she came around the corner and broke free from the crowd, the volus had his back turned to her and he was obviously debating what sort of small meal he wanted to order from the priciest of the three vending machines. A grin came across Shepard’s lips as she pulled a pistol from its holster that rested across her back, the mechanical grip activating to fit into her hand.

“Maybe you should try the Varren Snacks, heard they’re to die for.” Her voice was commanding and cold with an odd hint of humor as she nestled the muzzle of her pistol against the back of her target’s pressure suit. The uneven breathing of the volus sputtered from his mouthpiece as he stuttered quickly, “Khhhh… I-I’m completely innocent! J-just.. khhhh looking for something to snack on!” Nodding slowly, she made a circular motion with her free hand, the neon lights of the hallway reflecting off her suit, “Yeah, yeah. Turn it around. Slowly.”

“I have no business with you, Earth-clan.” The volus muttered as he complied with her orders, spinning around slowly, like a top with no momentum. Yellow eyes blinked up at her, the small alien becoming noticeably nervous as he noticed who he was dealing with. As he fidgeted with his credit chip in one clawed hand, Shepard quirked a brow and piped up, “You have access to some information that interests me. If you’re willing to share it, I might just buy you a meal up on 28. What do you say?”

No matter how charming and enticing the offer might have been there was one thing that volus liked more than food, and that was their life. Even if he was about to consider, the signs of hesitation was enough to convey the situation she found herself in. Not even a moment passed when she heard the gentle clicking of weapons as they came out of their collapsed state and her grip tightened upon her pistol. Her eyes averted for a split second, glancing over her shoulder to see two turian bodyguards who had obviously been anticipating her arrival. Gunfights in a club. She was strongly against them because they tended to wind up messy.

”We knew you’d be here, Shepard.”

Apparently.

Even as a Spectre, it was hard to keep her operations under wraps. So many people wanted to know where Shepard, the living legend was and many had little-to-no problem finding her so long as she was on the Citadel. She could deal with people asking for autographs, but it hampered her professional agenda.

”Step away from our client.”

”Maybe you should just keep walking, spare C-Sec the mess.”

The turians exchanged looks of uncertainty, before they raised their assault rifles defensively. ”Last chance, Shepard!” The powerful thrumming of the music from the main floor echoed against the walls, building the tension as Shepard lowered her pistol. The volus exhaled, becoming less tense as it seemed the human was going to yield to his two lackeys. However, Shepard was extraordinarily quick, time almost seeming to slow for her as she whipped around, using the balls of her feet for momentum until she was facing the two armed guards. Raising her pistol, she did not hesitate in pulling the trigger. The sudden sound of gunfire erupted from the corridor, disturbing the relative peace of the nearby dancers as screams of surprise rose up above the noise of the music.

The volus wasted little time in running for the stairs leading up into the catwalks and Shepard let him go, feeling confident she could catch up once these fools were taken care of.