Avatar

[ a hero of war. ]

@ofparagonheart / ofparagonheart.tumblr.com

; is that what they see?, just medals and scars, so damn proud of me. Sidebar Commissioned Here
Avatar

STATUS: RETIRED.

Image

I think it’s safe to say that after three plus years of writing my rendition of Commander Shepard that it’s time to put this blog to rest. I intend to keep it, and the url ofparagonheart, and keep it in memoriam for the good times I had here, and the development of my player character.

However, worry not: I have decided to add her to my multimuse blog, @afraidofchange where you may find me, among other muses these days. With school and life, I do not have the time to maintain multiple blogs anymore, but I don’t want to merely give up on some of my favourite characters that I have worked on and crafted for years. 

So, to all of you who have written with me and enjoyed Alice and become my friends and writing partners, fear not, Shepard is not gone forever - she’s merely moved to another place.

Sincerely, 

Lexie. 

         But take heart,          look around you.            You are not in this fight alone.

Avatar

gently wraps an arm around his twin's shoulders to tug her against his side. he's exhausted and knows she must be as well. his stubble, silver and black, scratches when he presses a soft kiss to her brow. "Lets sit down a while, Alice... the new kids can handle it for now."

Avatar
Image

Her chin tilts upwards, eyes half closed with the dark circles beneath them accentuated in the low light of the evening. She hums when Malcolm kisses her forehead, wrapping her arm around his back, leaning some of her weight into his side. 

  “They’ll do well, I think. Enthusiastic, you know?”

Like we used to be. 

Avatar
reblogged

At this point in the war, Shepard’s exhaustion extends into her entire state of being.

From the stresses placed on her shoulders, like Atlas bearing the weight of the world, humanity’s fate is in her hands, her diplomacy in uniting human and alien forces alike to stop the reapers. From the traumas of her past embedded in the scars on her skin to the way alcohol has become a crutch, to Leviathan getting into her head and decidedly staying there, Shepard is tired, and her faith is waning.

She’s never believed in a god or gods all of her life. Never raised in it, never considered it, but admiring Ashley’s faith in God is something she respects, deeply. She might not understand it entirely, to the complexity of the vastness of the galaxies unknown and unexplored and an omnipotent and omniscient being, but she respects it. Ashley has been her “rock” even through death and all that comes with getting spaced and being resurrected by a human terrorist organization. 

Ashley has stood beside Alice for all these years, through thick and thin, through bullets and biotics, and even now, she stands beside Shepard, her skipper at her worst during the eleventh hour prior to attacking the Cerberus base, prior to setting everything into motion to save Earth - a planet that Shepard has only ever been to twice before in her life, once for Alliance training in Brazil, and for her house arrest awaiting trial in Vancouver. It’s hard to comprehend a home world when so little of her life has been spent there, but she needs to. 

Mindoir was reconstructed, but it was never the same. Tragedy shapes a world, changes the outlook from the past, and Earth is rich in history, most of which Shepard has only vaguely read about in her spare time. 

Ashley stands beside her, offers her light hearted jests, “are we in for a rough ride?” and laughs with an air of nervousness veiled behind it. They both recognise it, but look to one another for that silent reassurance - we’ll make it, we have to, I’ve got your back, I love you

Shepard looks to the love of her life, and for that moment, for that night, she is at peace, if only for the last time. 

Avatar

you know, sitting here in class that I’m not really paying attention to (ha), I’ve just had a lot of thoughts about my experience in rp (god it’s been 5 years wow) and how things have changed and stuff and just

I realise now, with certain things and how I reacted to them was indicative of age and experience and honestly, in the greater scheme of things, it doesn’t matter. Nothing I was personally involved in had any dire consequences (it wasn’t as if it as someone actually stalking me or what have you), and honestly, it doesn’t matter.

I’m graduating with a bachelor’s degree in sociology this year, and going for my master’s degree in september. Rp has become something I’m involved in at my own pace, at my own interest (i have like 7 ‘active’ blogs to bounce around to and from as I see fit), and it isn’t the Be all to end all.

Like yeah, there were things I’ve done that I’m not proud of, but it comes with the maturity of growing up. There’s a difference between a 19 year old and a 23 year old. Even a year can make a difference and honestly, I’ve seen it in myself coming towards the end of university that I don’t... care about the little things anymore because really, in the end, it doesn’t matter..

and honestly, I’m tired as a general whole with school, work, etc, and looking at even past me within the last two years I just.... what did it matter, in the end? Nothing. That’s what. Yeah, you’re not gonna get along with everyone that comes along in a community, that’s life. Yeah, you’re gonna disagree with interpretations and portrayals and that’s fine. I think driving that home for me has led me to have a better time on my blogs, and for the future.

This is oddly sentimental and just my own thoughts worded out that I’ve been reminded of lately, but I want it to be said that maturity happens through lessons learned over time, and that should be valued upon in self-reflection.

Avatar
Image
                                 That wasn’t a GOOD ENOUGH excuse. Not for her. It’s clear on her face, the pout that intensifies when the answer is given. Even the OPPORTUNITY presented to her. You promised me blood. I want it. Otherwise I want off at our next stop and I’ll go and find it on my own.
Image

    Shepard’s arms fold across her chest, lips pursing as she decides how to respond. Blood isn’t exactly on the itinerary unless necessary. “When we need it, I’m sure you’ll take the first shot,” She states, firm, but calm. “But I need you to follow my orders to keep all of us in check and out of unnecessary danger. You got that?” 

Avatar
Image
“  ew.  ”    she returns,  a light smile teasing ripley’s lips.   “  i’m going to offer my help,  but i’m also really hoping you’ll say no.  ”
Image

 “Maybe just the crevices I can’t get?” Shepard’s grin indicates she’s joking, but with the raise of her brows, she’s pushing to see what she can get help with.

You are using an unsupported browser and things might not work as intended. Please make sure you're using the latest version of Chrome, Firefox, Safari, or Edge.