#colonist background

[butter-and-too-much-bread]

Shepard: Colony was raided and only got away because the batarians missed them, spent all of Akuze playing hide and seek with thresher maws, Captain of the most hidden ship in the galaxy, built their own cloaking field.

Dr. Chambers: Commander, you may have a complex of some kind.

Shepard: You can't see my trauma because it's super hidden lalala.

[high-in-hardtown]

thinking of her today

[colonel-dynamite-gun]

So Colonist Shepard's family were farmers if you choose this background, but what kind of farmers? Did they raise livestock? Grow corn or some native substitute? Some cut Eden Prime content would have depicted "hexacows" and a mobile farm field on treads, so there was some thought out into colonial agriculture that we unfortunately missed out on. :(

My Shepard's father, Manny was a xeno-botanist, so I imagine the Shepard family cultivated crops, some Earth based and some native to Mindior that were easier to grow planetside. I have a WiP fic somewhere that mentions "blood corn", a Mindior vegetable similar to corn in all but color, and if I ever finish it I'd love to really hash out the situation for colonial farmers.

I love how the backgrounds are just detailed enough to let players fill in these gaps, really let's us make our Shepard unique.

[albinoshepard]

First rule of Shepard:

Don't

mess

with

me.

Mass Effect Lᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ Eᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ / ME1

First Mission: Eden Prime [09/∞]

[emotionalwarmth]

N7 month challenge Day 1 - RED She used to wear her hair long and her mom also combed it for her. She couldn’t do that. It felt uncomfortable as hell sometimes, but it looked nice, so she settled with it. Her mom described her hair colour as something that should never be painted any other colour, because it is beautiful just the way it is. She would go out into the fields carelessly and play. Sometimes she even found some flowers, like this poppy. They were extremely rare, since they weren’t important, only the crops were important. This flower, however, managed to survive somehow. She wanted to pick it and take it home, but then... she just let it go where it was. Poppies dropped their petals soon enough anyway. It should live as long as it can.

[big-ass-magnet]

Young colonist Shepard had the heaviest good-ol-boy-on-the-farm accent and no one can tell me otherwise.

[colonel-dynamite-gun]

Garrus knows that Colonist Shepard loves chocolate. It wasn't native to Mindior or grown locally so she made do with a local substitute for most of her childhood and teens. However once in a blue moon, on special occasions like a birthday or holiday like harvest day when all the farmers bring in the final winter crop, the husbanded small supply of chocolate cake out. So chocolate is a weakness.

Garrus knows this and uses it on occasion. He loves the sight of that slight smirk that crosses her lips when she bites into a chocolate bar or has a spoonful of pudding. He so rarely sees her get such a small pleasure, so he sneaks her some whenever he can. He makes sure Gardner whips up hot chocolate occasionally as a treat for the crew or digs the ship's supply of A-Rations for the issues chocolate brownie included with some so he can sneak them into her nightstand.

[albinoshepard]

N7 Month: DAY #016 Child

Admiral David Anderson : You did good, son. You did good. I'm proud of you.

I keep having the same dream.

I am asleep in a bubble surrounded by water. A storm is consumed around me, the waves scratch the sphere that protects me, they try to shake it, but nothing seems to wake me from my sleep.

Then suddenly the bubble shatters, a thousand silver splinters that envelop me in a gust of rushing wind, tearing my clothes and violently waking me. Before I can even realize what is happening my vision becomes blurred, blinded by a red light.

I would like to scream, I try to raise my voice as much as I can to make myself heard, but no sound comes out of my lips, no matter how hard I try. Blue lightning strikes the night tinged with blood red, the explosions subside, the pain becomes more excruciating and as I am dragged into the dark a strong hand lifts me, supports me, awakens me from death.

Don't worry, child. We are here. It's over. My name is David. Everything will be fine, trust me.