Race: Human
Social Status: Soldier, middle class
Occupation: Soldier
Age: 23
Height: 5' 9"
Build: Lean, athletic, slight figure.
Hair: Red, wavy, usually tied back when working.
Eyes: Green
Distinguishing Marks: A few scars on her arms and hands from her line of work.
General Information:
Unique Talents, Abilities and Personal Equipment: Bryanne is trained in the use of standard military firearms from the modern era, a great shot with a pistol and passable with an assault rifle, she works best with smaller weapons like pistols and SMGs. She also has the ability to manipulate and impart or absorb kinetic energy. Using this she can force even large objects to overcome their inertia and move, she however does not have super strength, while she can force an object such as a car across a parking lot she would be incapable of lifting the same thing she just pushed. She can also absorb kinetic energy, allowing her stop moving objects such as a vehicle by touching it, she does not have fast enough reflexes to do to bullets but she can keep a grenade from exploding by preventing the energy from expanding outward.
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Bryanne Shields
"Kinetic energy is the energy of motion, bullets aren't that effective if they aren't moving now are they?"
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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Shpleem
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So begins...
Bryanne Shields's Story
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Once Treia started drawing fire Bryanne would be up and running, moving to get out of that ditch and put some needed distance between herself and the remains of the convoy. With a little luck they would all be too busy burning and being shot at the notice her dark shadow slip off towards the trees and safety.
Bryanne managed to make it to the trees, just barely as a shot almost found her, splitting a branch a foot to her left. "Blackburn, can you tell how many are still standing?" she asked, wishing she had more than the one grenade for the launcher on the rifle he had handed her. That would have helped with cleaning up the mess they made.
Bryanne was jogging, no music playing or anything, simply running around the track. That was her preferred exercise though she didn't mind a spar now and then and she did some minor weight training just for the sake of building some strength to go with her endurance and ability as a sprinter. She really hoped Patchi wouldn't come and try to talk to her, he didn't make a good impression before.
As Shields heard Patchi the only response he would get was her usual one for people making similar remarks to her, a middle finger as she ran past, not even bothering to look at him as she kept running. She really didn't care what people said about her as long as it wasn't idiots making comments like that. Insults came and insults went she didn't care, what bothered her was stuff like that.
"In your dreams." Shields said as she came to a stop, taking a swallow of water and turning to see what would happen between Kamala and Rescha. This would be interesting, that girl had changed a lot since the first day, perhaps there was still hope for Patchi, though Bryanne doubted it.
"Only if you are down range." Shields muttered, arms crossed. Well out of all the stupid things Patchi had yet done he had probably just saved Rescha a beating. Still, she was surprised Rescha of all people was trying to pick a fight, she never would have expected it from the first day.
Bryanne shook her head, running into the group to get between them before any more punches where thrown. "Listen up knuckleheads, you have beef to settle, get some gloves and mouth guards and hop in the ring, there's no need for a brawl on the gym floor." he growled. Not that rank held any weight aside from Samson's she could still bellow like a sergeant and that had to count for something even with these undisciplined rejects.
Bryanne was surprised that Kamala tried to shove her out of the way and she staggered a bit before grabbing onto his shoulder, bringing him to rather sudden stop in midair and letting him drop onto the floor. It wasn't that she was that strong, it was something else entirely, probably the real reason she got stuck in this reject outfit, instead of the official reason, men not liking a woman in their squad. "Now if you will all kindly calm the fuck down." she said, stepping on Kamala's wrist and putting some pressure on it in hopes of keeping him down and showing she meant business. That was when she turned to see Rescha aim a kick for Patchi.
Bryanne was staggered from all sides, and fell on the floor a foot or two from Kamala. "All right, fine, you all want to take the heat for this when the brass finds out that's damn fine with me." she said, throwing her hands up in the air before she stood up and started for the door muttering under her breath. "Try to stop a fight, try to get them to take to the ring for a spar, knock each other senseless there where it doesn't look like a bunch of high school drop outs on a kindergarten play ground. Fuck it all I'm hitting the showers and going to the range." she scowled.
Bryanne scowled, dump duty, just great, she was certain she was in one that to for just trying to stop the fight and not even throwing a single punch. Without a word she continued out of the room, heading for the women's showers. From there she still intended to hit the range, blow off some steam with some gunsmoke and bullet holes. She didn't have any words for Samson, never one to plead her case except for that short while right after being assigned to that unit.
The setting changes from Dark Woods to The Wastelands
Shields grunted and took up her post, standing as only a trained soldier could, just standing. Now and then her head would swivel from one side to the other, keeping watch like she was supposed to. Well this was going to get boring quick but at least Patchi was on the other side of the base and she would have to put up with him.
Again she wondered why Samson was never clear on who was in charge, it seemed no one had any authority but him and on regular missions that was a royal pain in the ass because things didn't get done right without a plan.
Again she wondered why Samson was never clear on who was in charge, it seemed no one had any authority but him and on regular missions that was a royal pain in the ass because things didn't get done right without a plan.
Bryanne didn't really feel the need to talk to any one, she had been attempting to stop a fight, lot of good that did her. If this girl wanted to hold a grudge for something that only was going to cause a little temporary pain then that was fine with her, not like she cared what others thought of her. She was a trained soldier, insults and ill will stopped having a lot of meaning after a while.
Shields wasn't going to say anything, of all of them she felt it was completely unnecessary for her to be there, but if she had just left when the fight started none of it would have happened to her. Though if the idiots had all stopped when she told them too then none of them would be out there sweating their hearts out in the desert sun.
Bryanne rubbed the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. "You all know it's shit like this that got us thrown out here in the first place? If you could all just stuff your egos in your pockets, forget about any petty fucking grudges you are carrying and not be total assholes to each other your lives are going to be a hell of a lot smoother." she said into her mike. "Your supply sergeant will tell you one of two things, your rifle or your boots are your best friend out in the field, fuck that, your best friend is the person next to you because they will pull your ass out of the fire because you would do it for them, if you can't do that than you shouldn't be here." she said, finishing her speech and falling silent again.
"Just because I promised the LT I wouldn't break your neck in you sleep does not give you the right to call me that Patchi." Shields replied, not really going to say anything more to Kamala, if he was left alone he would cool off, he seemed that type.
Bryanne continued to stand like she always had, never leaving her post except when it was time for her to go into the base itself. She remained, unmoving and usually silent except for the occasional command for Patchi to pipe down or for some else to calm down.
"I'm doing what I was ordered to do, and while I am on duty that is all I do." she said flatly. They'd be surprised to know she actually didn't mind surfing, though windsurfing was her favorite.
Bryanne smirked to herself. "You do know that sand is what makes a water jet cut right?" she muttered into her mic, just loud enough for her to be heard, that was if the others weren't being too loud. Though she didn't expect them to listen to her.
"My family is from California, I will be fine with the sun." she said, her helmet shaded her face and rest of her was covered, she wouldn't have to worry about sunburn.
"My family is from California, I will be fine with the sun." she said, her helmet shaded her face and rest of her was covered, she wouldn't have to worry about sunburn.
"No, but I have siblings, it's close to the same thing as babysitting." she said with a small smirk, watching Patchi, only a little bit surprised he didn't biff and eat sand. Though she hadn't been hoping for it as much as Kamala had. Though she still wasn't going to join them, too much of the trained soldier for that.
"Patchi, what I have I told you about calling me that?" she asked, patting the side of her P90 like a trusted pet. "I seem to remember a promise I made about not breaking your neck in your sleep. You aren't sleeping now are you?" she asked. Just a sort of 'friendly' reminder about something he was not supposed to call her.
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