To Kill A Commander

{INFORMATION NOT UP TO DATE PLEASE DISREGARD ANYTHING, KEEPING ONLY FOR SENTIMENT AND REFERENCE} Commander Dylan Marie Shepard, Council Spectre, reporting for duty. If that’s too much of a mouthful though, Commander Dill Shepard will do just fine. [Independent Mass Effect roleplay blog. Blog timeline is between ME1 and ME2, but feel free to ask if you want any other point in time. Also, feel free to ask or submit anything! I roleplay just about everything, but tell me in advance if you want it to be NSFW.]

[mockingbirdsentinel]

30 DAY SHEPARD CHALLENGE: Day 2 - Appearance

A basic description. Are they attractive? No? Is there anything in their appearance that Shepard is extremely proud of? Self-conscious? Any notable scars? How did they obtain them? Does it change at all through the Lazarus Project, or over the course of the story? ---- Control!verse: Due to her partial Reaperfication in terms of gaining completely glowing blue eyes with thick black rims and slightly discolored skin, the reclaimed corpse of the new Reaper conscience isn't very attractive at all. However, Dill's hardly concerned with her looks, focusing much more on reconstructing the universe previously destroyed by the Reapers. Under her clothes there is significant scarring, having the upper torso of a husk with her beating heart being clearly visible between the ribs, as well as blue nodes all over her body with obvious scars around them. Freedom!verse: In Mass Effect, Dylan Marie Shepard was quite a catch, despite her harsh grey eyes and stern expression. While her platinum blonde hair stayed nearly the same length throughout the games, by the time the Lazarus Project got a hold on her and prematurely awoke her, the facial scarring had already begun and remained the worse it could possibly be until the end of the third game. These scars made her significantly less attractive to many, but she's not particularly self-conscious about it. An aspect of her appearance that she's significantly proud of is her mockingbird tattoo on her thigh, though she rarely gets a chance to show it off. She has general battle scars, but her bullet graze scars are particularly notorious and numerous.

[mockingbirdsentinel]

                         sometimes, all you have in life are ——

                                                      ғυcĸed up

                                                                  ᴘ ᴏ ɪ s ᴏ ɴ ᴏ ᴜ s

                                                                                           choices.

[mockingbirdsentinel]

30 DAY SHEPARD CHALLENGE: Day 1 - Introduction

Start with the basics. Name/Age/Gender. Paragon, Renegade, or something in between? Any other miscellany before we get into the meaty stuff? ---- Control!verse Name(s): Dylan-Marie Shepard (Dill/Dilly/etc.) Age: 32 Gender: Female Paragon/Renegade?: N/A Misc: Chose Control ending, is now the Reaper conscience but retains individual identity as well Freedom!verse (i'm so clever) Name(s): same as above Age: 29-32 (depends on point in timeline; 29 in Mass Effect, 31 in ME2, 32 in ME3) Gender: Female Paragon/Renegade?: Renegade Misc: is a Sentinel

[mockingbirdsentinel]

she will come to learn control;

"everyone has their breaking point, human."

[mockingbirdsentinel]

her will commands, but she's helpless

they beat me, she sadly realizes.

[mockingbirdsentinel]

but where is your home, dylan?

home's for the beloved; i'm not.

[mockingbirdsentinel]

don't look back; mommy is waiting.

she looks back; there's nothing there.

[mockingbirdsentinel]

what's the colour of his eyes?

"i don't remember" she whispers, shocked

[mockingbirdsentinel]

when did your heart go black?

it was never light, you idiot.

[ofkalay]

we’re not G O O D  P E O P L E {anymore}

[ofkalay]

[Ivan went outside, far enough away to not get harmed.]  ”Don’t worry if you can’t see it.”  [He said, a bit cockily.]

[Hand out.  Close your eyes,  he told himself, before summoning a Whirlwind.  No need for the big things just yet—]

[No.  No, no, no, no!  He should be able to do this—]

[Great.  It was already out of control.]

[mockingbirdsentinel]

"I'll keep that in mind, I don't want to criticize your powers without realizing they're right in front of me." [Dill watched him interestedly from afar, waiting to see his dazzling powers at work. She certainly wasn't disappointed as she watched, or mostly felt, a whirlwind forming. However, she soon realized that something seemed... off.]

"Ivan... Do you have this thing under control? I don't know how the hell it's supposed to be acting, but it seems a little fucking erratic!"

[mockingbirdsentinel]

"Then prove it!" [Dill quickly lowered her tone, having not intended to say that quite so loud.] "I just want to see your powers in action, alright?"

[ofkalay]

"Fine."  [Ivan stood up.]  "Let’s go.  I’ll show you I can control them."

[No he couldn’t.  He knew he couldn’t; he could barely stop reading Dill’s mind.]

[mockingbirdsentinel]

"Lead the way then, I'm eager to see more than just your invisibility spells, and if you're as messy as I was with my biotics at your age." [A small part of Dill was wondering if maybe she shouldn't be as skeptical about his ability to control his powers as she currently was, but from the little bit she knew of Psynergy, she was almost certain that someone as young as Ivan couldn't have complete mastery of it yet.]

[ofkalay]

"Look, it’s a matter of control, okay?!  I have this under control!  Just give me a chance to prove it!"

[mockingbirdsentinel]

"Then prove it!" [Dill quickly lowered her tone, having not intended to say that quite so loud.] "I just want to see your powers in action, alright?"

[ofkalay]

The Queen and her Hound || closed rp (mockingbirdsentinel)

[ofkalay]

[Ivan’s mouth was dry as he tried to get his biotics under control.  After a moment of panicked flickers of electricity, he looked up at Dylan.  He looked down and crossed his legs, before he said,]  ”I will accept your offer, your majesty.”

[After all, it wasn’t as if Ivan had any other choices.]

[mockingbirdsentinel]

[The Queen's grin now showed the vaguest hint of satisfaction at not only the boy addressing her in a way worthy of her, but also for agreeing to be her special little pup. Finally she stared hom coldly in the eyes and said,]

"Now that we've settled that little issue, crawl up these stairs and take a seat beside my throne. You'll get your very own leash tomorrow, but I'm sure I won't have an issue with you trying to rebel with your current lack of restraint, correct? Also, I don't fucking care about your name, so you will be addressed like the dog you now are. Once again, consider yourself privileged for even being this close to my throne. Now, if you've no objections, and I don't know why the hell you would if you know what's beneficial for staying alive, I have a few words of wisdom for you."

"Be a good boy."

[mockingbirdsentinel]

IT'S BEEN THAT FUCKING LONG?!?

Mun whenever they look at the dates on their last replies

[mockingbirdsentinel]

"Be my strictly platonic Valentine?"

"Of course Ivan! I've got nothing to do, and even if I did, spending my Valentines Day with you certainly tops anything else. Did you have any ideas as to what you wanted to do, valentine?"

[ofkalay]

"Your friends are too close with you… I don’t like it..”

[Ivan blinked, before he froze and looked over at Dill.]  ”What do you mean?”  [His voice was quiet, before he bit his lip and turned around properly, bare feet slowly making him move backwards across the floor.]  ”We’re not that close, Dill…”

[mockingbirdsentinel]

"Shhhhh, be quiet Ivan. It’ll all be alright soon, as soon as your friends are taken care of." [Dill soon released her tight grip on his cheeks, though it was quickly replaced by cupping his face in her hands, her legs slightly bent so that she was on his level.] "My poor, poor little Ivan, doing all of that thrashing about af the mention of his supposdd friends, and such a panicked look in your purple eyes too. How badly have people hurt you? Do I need to teach even more people a lesson?"

[ofkalay]

[Supposed?  Ivan didn’t like that at all.  He closed his eyes out of nervousness, mouthing words quietly.  He felt panic rise up in his chest, but he didn’t dare act on it.]

"It’s a broken heart here and there, Dill."  [His voice was quiet.]  "I was young and a fool, and they are all good people, and you don’t need to teach them any lessons."  [He opened his eyes.]  "I already did."

[mockingbirdsentinel]

"But broken hearts still hurt just as much as any other wound, don't they? I know that you know what it feels like to die, so don't you dare try and pass this off as some 'I was young and stupid' bullshit." [Dill's grip on Ivan's face tightened slightly, her grey eyes suddenly seeming darker as she watched him mouth words to himself with his eyes shut.] "And I'm sure you did try to teach your friends a lesson, but I know that they pretended like you were just shouting at the wall. Don't worry, I'll reiterate your lesson." [Her eyes softened suddenly, though it was still unnerving as she said,] "It's a tragedy how nobody takes you seriously, just because of your gentle appearance. It's not fucking fair to you, how fragile people have forced you to become just so they can feel better about themselves."