SHEPPARD, DEAN Jan 3, 2012 21:23:09 GMT -5
Post by Dean 'Ghost' Sheppard on Jan 3, 2012 21:23:09 GMT -5
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Basic Subject Information
SUBJECT NAME: Dean Sheppard
KNOWN ALIAS: Ghost
SHIFTING ANIMAL: Red Tailed Hawk
Psychological Evaluation and Background
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Heterosexual
PERSONALITY TRAITS: Dean is very intelligent, with an analytical mind and the ability to make quick, logical judgements. Despite this, he often relies on his gut reactions, acting on instinct.
He is naturally friendly and open. He is brave, almost reckless, often diving into a situation with little to no thought of his own safety. He is very protective, even of people he does not know, and will never ignore someone in trouble.
His betrayal by his squad mates has made him bitter and jaded, he does not trust anyone, and he usually stays away from other people.
That being said, he is not, by nature, a solitary person, and his self enforced isolation has made him rather lonely, even if he refuses to admit it.
If anyone can get him talking for more than a minute they would find that he has a dry, semi-sarcastic sense of humor, and is easily amused. He shows his amusement with a quiet snort of laughter.
In general, he's a nice guy, laid back and seemingly carefree. He has a ruthless streak however, and, if someone threatens him or someone he cares about, he will not hesitate to destroy them.
KNOWN HISTORY: Deans mother died from complications in childbirth, leaving his father to raise him. He knew from an early age that he was a shifter, but that he had to keep it a secret or people would treat him like a monster. He very rarely shifted, only when he knew he was alone and in an area where no one would notice a hawk. However, in the times when he could shift, he would fly, savoring the exhilerating feeling of diving from a great hight only to stop a few meters off the ground, or slam into an unwary rabbit.
They moved around a lot because his father was a substitute teacher and had to go where the work was, so Dean would often only be in a particular school for a few months at most.
Although he found it reasonably easy to make friends and was usually popular at most schools, he had a hard time forming any long term relationships. He didn't have to many problems academicly through primary school, as his father would often teach him anything he had missed by having to switch schools a few times a year, but once he reached secondary school he began to have problems keeping up, and, as a result, he didn't do very well in most subjects, although he was obviously quite intelligent.
No matter which school he was at he would always join the track running and cross country teams, as he was quite athletic and very fit. He would also join martial arts or boxing teams when he could, training whenever he got the chance.
When he was sixteen his father was killed in a car crash, and he was put into government care.
As soon as he finished school he signed up to join the UNIT millitary, as he really couldn't think of anything else to do. He found that he excelled in it, passing basic training and easily, and, due to his physical fitness, quick reflexes and intelligence, being streamlined into special forces. A few months after he joined the UNIT forces, the existence of shifters was discovered. He counted himself very lucky that he had joined before they started screening the ranks, as he was now safe from being hunted down and either killed or put in a glorified prison.
He grew very close to the men in his squad, and performed admirably in all his missions, training, practice and a small helping of natural stealthiness giving him an uncanny ability to sneak past enemy lines unnoticed and earning him the callsign "Ghost".
When he was twenty-one he and his squad were on a mission against a group of heavily armed rebels who were hiding out in the rocky mountains. The mission went badly, and the three other members of his squad, including his squad leader, Major Cooper, were captured by the enemy. The enemy knew that he was still out there, and so the rebel who was in charge held a gun to Cooper's head and announced that if he did not turn himself in, they would kill everyone in his squad. He was perched on a hilltop with a sniper rifle overlooking where the rebels had his squad, and, although he knew he would be able to take down the rebel leader, he also knew that the moment he fired his squad would be killed before he could get off another shot, and he wasn't close enough to take the enemy with his sidearm. There was no way he could get close enough without being seen to take them all down before they killed his squad, unless he shifted.
Without even giving it a second thought, he shifted into his animal form, launching himself off the rock and into the air. He circled high above the place where his squad was, plotting his attack, and then, when he was certain he could pull it off without his squad dying, he dived. He first struck the rebel leader, gouging his face with his talons, blinding his before anyone even realised what had happened. He then flew at the men who held his other two squad mates, using his large wingspan to buffet them before shifting back. Quickly he drew his sidearm and shot the men around his squad, but not before one of them got off a round and shot him in the calf. Ignoring the wound, he checked to make sure that the area was clear, before releasing his squad.
As soon as he had released them, Major Cooper ordered that he be restrained, so that he may be turned in to the government. He felt totally betrayed, he had served eith these men for three years, saved there lives countless times, and yet they didn't even think twice about handing him over to either be killed or imprisoned. Numbly, he handed over his weapons as ordered. As one of his squad mates went to bind his hands, however, his training kicked in, and he twisted out of there grasp. He shifted and took off with a furious screech. He knew that he would be hunted, that if he ever showed his face near a populated area he would be caught, and that he could never go back to his squad.
He decided that it would be safer and easier just to stay in his animal form most of the time. He spent four years mostly in hawk shape, gradualy becoming more comfortable as a hawk than as a man. He quickly shed his millitary uniform, replacing it with jeans and t-shirt he stole from someones washing line. He would sometimes shiftback, only when he was certain no one was anywhere nearby, to remind himself that he was not just a hawk.
One day he was flying relatively low over a large field in search of prey when he spotted a nice, fat rabbit. He dove immediately, slamming into the hair with his claws, when a wire net was thrown over him. The harder he struggled the tighter the net got, and he screeched in panic and anger, raking at the net with his beak and talons. The net was picked up and he fought to escape, screeching loudly at the man who had trapped him. He was carried to a nearby farm and the net was opened into a large aviary. He shuffled out of the net quickly, snapping his beak in anger and glaring at the man, who just grinned.
He just glared and waited for the man to leave, shifting as soon as he was out of sight and trying to open the aviary door, only to find it was locked. He then tried to kick it down, only to have the man who had caught him come back, alerted by the noise. The man saw immediately that he was a shifter and alerted the authorities, describing both him and his animal form. The authorities warned the man that he had military training and was dangerous, and dispatched several squads to bring him into custody, led by his former squad commander, Major Cooper.
He was restrained at gunpoint and loaded into a prisoner transfer truck, riding opposite his former squad commander and friend, who glared at him in dissapointment and anger. He just set his jaw and stared straight ahead, refusing to look his former friend in the eye.
At some point during the trip the truck pulled over and the rest of the soldiers left the truck to stretch there legs and relieve themselves, leaving him alone with his Major Cooper. "Look at me, Sheppard." Cooper said. Dean looked him in the eye, his own harsh and bleak "Is that an order, sir?" he asked, his voice bitter. Cooper sighed, scrubbing a hand across his face, "No Sheppard, it's not an order. I liked you kid, I really did. You were one hell of a soldier, I just wish you hadn't turned out to be a shifter."
Dean laughed humorlessly, "That's all you've got to say? 'I liked you'? 'To bad your a shifter'?" He snorted bitterly, "I gave everything for my squad, I saved your skin at least seven times, and you can't give to sh**s that there dragging me off to either kill me or lock me up as part of some sick experiment, just because of how I was born? Well screw you."
"Shifter's are monsters!" Cooper snapped, "Your not even human, your just an animal!" Dead just shook his head sadly, "Everyone is a monster Cooper. Humans, shifters, we'll all kill and steal if we think we have to. You humans think your so much better than everything else, but your not. we're alljust animals underneath, humans just can't admit it." He sighed sadly and looked away, wishing that his old friend wasn't so blind, wishing that humans in general weren't such jerks.
The rest of the trip was passed in silence, he was turned over to a UNIT holding facility and transfered into Hell.
Physical attributes and characteristics
HEIGHT: 6 foot
WEIGHT: 80 kg
BODY BUILD: He is lean yet he has good muscle tone and definition.
HAIR: His hair is a rich, dark brown, slightly overlong, and usually quite unruly. It is feathery in texture.
SKIN COLOR: His skin color is about average for a caucasian.
APPAREL: He wears a pair of battered black combat boots with thick socks. His blue jeans are in a poor state, with places that have clearly been patched and a few holes that clearly haven't. He typically wears a simple dark grey t-shirt that has seen a lot of use but is in better condition than the jeans or sneakers. The only item of clothing he wears that is still in good condition is the brown leather jacket he wears whenever the weather allows it.
ANIMAL SHIFT: Red Tailed Hawk
PARENTS: Mark Sheppard, Deceased, Shifter, Red Tailed Hawk. Jenny Sheppard, Deceased, Non-shifter.
BIRTHPLACE: Phoenix, Arizona
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