A young woman, lost and forgotten, rescued from Omega by Cerberus. Current location: Presidium, Citadel Current canon time: Post-Citadel Coup [Mass Effect RP OC. Set ME3/post-ME3.] [Mun also plays: elusivehumanity] [FC: Zooey Deschanel]
Mass Effect OC
Primarily set during ME2/ME3, canonically post-Citadel coup.
Biotic. Aligned with Cerberus. Found most often at her apartment, quiet coffee cafes, standing over dead Batarians, and the Presidium gardens.
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Mun things: 1) I’m old; 2) I made Nisha in 2012; 3) I was also elusivehumanity and pacoloveslola; 4) can also be found on @elusivehumanity @animushistory; 5) Other verses/fandoms
She had fallen asleep with her head in his lap again, dark hair stuck to her neck and forehead. He could see snarls in it, here and there a tangled mess, mostly at the base of her head. Obviously she was doing her best to take care of it, with what he assumed was likely only her own fingers, but she had trouble smoothing it all out on her own. It was still soft somehow, despite that, in the way that humans were soft...everywhere.
Feron would never dare disturb her sleep during the few times she was able to truly rest, but he couldn’t resist at least pulling the hair back from her face and neck. Ever so carefully. How was it so soft? He let out a quiet sigh and slid his fingers through dark locks, ran them slowly down. The girl on his lap shifted, and made a soft noise he wasn’t sure was a whimper or not. Hopefully he hadn’t hurt her; Drell fingers weren’t really made for combing through human hair. He tried again, more careful this time, and she shifted again, nuzzling into his thigh. Feron froze, the skin at his neck darkening. He let his hand fall to his side, out of the way of temptation, and spent the rest of their time watching her sleep, hoping he could take her away from this life someday.
She holds his hand tight in hers, practically running through the Citadel and dragging him with her. For the first time, she’s actually seeing it. The green grass, the white and chrome walls, the many colors of flowers and trees, aliens and humans mingling everywhere, bright clothing, and an artificial sun. The new cybernetic eyes Feron had worked hard to help her afford take everything in, wide and excited and darting from one thing to the next. He chuckles quietly now and then, amused and happy, enjoying her seeing the marvel that is the Citadel for the first time, despite having lived on it for months.
After a while, he makes a sound of confusion, calls her name as she scurries down a narrow corridor with him. She leaves him no time to question, quickly positioning them so his back is to the wall and she is before him, and his eyes widen as hers close while she stretches up to give him a kiss. There’s more force behind it than normal, especially for a place so public, and while one hand remains tangled with his, her other comes to rest on his shoulder for support. It takes only a few seconds of her lips on his for him to sink back into the wall, his free hand moving to her waist. Her hum of approval makes him bolder, and his arm moves to wrap fully around her waist and pull her close. A small gasp escapes her as her body presses to his, then she releases his hand to wrap her arms around his neck. A few moments later, and Nisha finally parts from his lips with another soft gasp, cheeks pink and breath warm. She murmurs a few words as scaled fingers brush her face, and Feron agrees - they should return home.
Dog had to get 12 teeth pulled a couple weeks ago, poor baby. He’s doing great, but his mouth is kind of hilarious. All his bottom front teeth are gone, as are most of his top front (aside from the canines). It was, um, expensive lol
I got a (not) new job. The company I was contracted to decided to hire me on directly FT. Unfortunately they’re paying me significantly less than what I asked for, and this is, apparently, a problem in the company. My department has had four people leave since I started a year-ish ago, for more money, and my intention is to stick around for at least another year for the experience then start looking for something else. They just refuse to pay us enough. Tbh my salary isn’t even competitive. It’s low end for my position. This is not a small company and they’ve been making significant profits, they just don’t want to pay us at value.
Single since 2020 woooooooo
I want a girlfriend :( lol
I’m in the US so Covid still sucks ass and I still can’t really go anywhere. I have severe asthma so I have to be more cautious than most, and basically no one wears masks here anymore.
And, uh...that’s it lol I don’t really go anywhere or do anything. I did get to see Night Vale live early this year, in a fully masked theater. But man, I miss conventions and parties and concerts and clubs.... And I’m definitely not getting any younger lol
I still wander in here now and then just to see what’s going on, so.... Hi! And I hope you’re all doing well <3
This is gonna be wishful shippy nonsense, so ignore me.
Or, imagine with me, if you will.
A handsome, beefy Canadian and a tiny, blind biotic.
Imagine ME3, where NIsha picks up on the weird tension between said Canadian and her Commander. She doesn’t like that this man makes her Commander anxious.
But when he gets seriously injured, well, someone should really stay behind with him at the hospital, and as a civilian, it’s easiest for Nisha , and it keeps her out of harm’s way for the interim. She isn’t happy. Why her? And anyway, doesn’t Shepard dislike this man? They’re always arguing. No, Shepard tells her, he’s an important person, and it would make them feel better if someone was watching over them.
The man wakes to a pretty face, behind which is the snarkiest and sassiest person he’s ever met outside Shepard. Shy, but blunt and never withholds anything on her mind. Somehow, they become friends, watch TV, share stories, and even read together. Nisha becomes fond of his soft, husky voice reading e-novels to her.
Eventually, she goes back to the Normandy and he stays on the Citadel for work, but they exchange messages regularly. Kaidan gives her biotic tips and Citadel news, Nisha gives him ship gossip and mission reports.
Then he’s back, for good, for the war. And he can teach her in person. He knows how to help someone like her, with raw, uncontrolled power. She blushes when he puts his hands on hers to guide her through the mnemonic movements he uses. She can’t help it, she explains; he thinks it’s adorable.
She spends a lot of time with her hospital friend, slipping back into the ease she feels talking with him, dozing off next to him while he reads or writes Spectre reports. A couple of certain shipmates begin to talk and tease. Kasumi tricks her into getting Kaidan to read a romance novel to her. It ends with Kaidan stumbling and choking over words and Nisha blushing from ear to ear. She apologizes profusely, then has some words with Kasumi.
Now every time any part of his body so much as brushes by hers, she blushes and flinches away. Until a concerned Kaidan manages to confront her. That ends with a stuttering, blushing, teary-eyed Nisha who can’t explain things she doesn’t understand. But Kaidan does, and he’s patient.
And now imagine a small young woman curled up in the lap of a beefy Canadian with strong arms and gentle, slightly calloused hands. Both ready to rip the limbs off anyone who does the other harm. And both fully capable of doing it.
Startled by the echoing laugh, yet for different reasons, Feron tried to make out its location for a brief moment before he even noticed how it affected his girlfriend. Helping her back on her feet with a small hiss falling from his lips he agreed and led the way to the clinic as fast as he was currently able to.
Cold corridors of his old district under construction didn’t help making him feel more chilly than he already did, letting his body temperature fall at an increasing speed as they finally arrived their destination. Arms wrapped around his lanky frame, Feron watched her interact with Maelon and tell him about what had happened while the drell’s vision started to blur and become more unfocused.
“That was Tanya’s laugh,” she hissed through clenched teeth as Feron steadied her. That laugh was unforgettable; she’d heard it too often. It sent chills of fear down her spine, but she was with Feron, and Tanya was only heard, not seen. And Feron needed help, quickly. Silently she chided herself for being too wrapped up in her anxiety to notice just how badly her boyfriend needed assistance. She murmured an apology and quickly hurried along.
Finally, they reached the clinic. Nisha hurried them in, helped Feron into a chair, and quickly kissed his forehead as she whispered she’d be right back. Pushing her anxiety aside, she demanded to see Maelon, and didn’t stop demanding until the salarian emerged in person, looking slightly annoyed by the small woman making a fuss in his clinic lobby.
“My friend is hurt. We were attacked, on the Citadel. By Reaper things. Husks.” She gave the quickest explanation she could, but saw the shock on the salarian’s face. Right. They didn’t know what had happened. Well, there wasn’t time to explain. She grabbed Maelon by the arm, careful to grab cloth and not skin, and dragged him over to were Feron waited. “Feron, I brought-” She cut off as she realized how much worse Feron had gotten in the short moment she’d left his side. Panic spread across her features and she sat down beside him, quickly wrapping an arm around him as support. “Feron.... Help him. Now!”
this is a reminder that i literally do not care if you reply in five minutes, five months, five years. still owe me something and want to start something new? go for it. still owe me something and want to answer memes or send memes instead? go for it. just not jiving with it and want to do something with a different character? go for it. need to disappear into the wilderness and scream at the sky for a few years? no problem. you take any and all the time you need. this is a hobby, it is for fun, it should not ever cause you stress. you do what you want to do when you want to do it. i will never be mad bc you drop something or it takes a year for you to answer it. this is a collaborative hobby that we do for enjoyment and if it isn’t fun, if it isn’t sparking joy, do something else. you take care of you.
He noticed the typical, yet small, grin on the asari’s lips when his connection with Nisha fell into place for her and instinctively moved his arm tighter around his girlfriend’s frame. Frills tensing as he shoot her a look to keep Aria from speaking what he thought must have been on the matron’s mind about his relationship.
“Maelon?” Thick brow ridges lifted as he recognized the name of Daniel’s successor. He’d heard of that name before, while helping Liara to get used to her new position on the information market. Not that she had needed his help much. It was more like a welcome way to keep himself distracted while the drell himself was recovering from what her predecessor had done to him.
Dark irises darted down to her, when Feron caught Nisha’s voice under the beat of their loud surrounding. “Yeah, we’re done here.” He assured and looked back at Aria with a firm nod. “Thanks for… everything. It’s been a pleasure, as always.” The drell quipped, quickly disguising a grateful goodbye in case it would be the last time both parties would see each other. Very few still remaining were even aware of how much he owed to the Leader of Omega and he would make sure it stayed this way.
“As always, Feron. Nisha’das.” Her name was added in a quieter tone so few would hear, but directed with such a smirk and knowing glint that Nisha shuddered. She hadn’t expected any recognition at all from the Asari, and it didn’t sit right being called that name. No doubt it was meant to unsettle her, just for the Matriarch’s own amusement. She tugged on Feron and hurried them out of the club as quickly as possible.
The Nisha Feron had been getting to know of late had retreated into the shadows the moment their ship docked on Omega. Leaving Aria’s presence made no difference. The place was suffocating, teeming with the dreg’s of the galaxy, and frightening in an all new way now that she could see. As they moved through the station, she found it hard to recognize where they were without being able to feel her way through the corridors. Her brain worked overtime to line up the memories in her mind with what she was now able to see.
At least Feron’s presence was a comfort, his arm tight around her waist, protective and possessive. She didn’t mind the latter; no one would bother her if she so obviously belonged to someone. As they made their way toward the clinic, a laugh echoed down a crossing corridor, and Nisha stumbled. She recognized that laugh. Gathering herself, she began walking faster, pulling Feron with her. “Let’s hurry to the clinic.”
