Author has written 12 stories for Mass Effect, and Fallout.
I'd like to thank everyone that sticks around to keep reading, even if it's a while between chapters. And Thanks to everyone who selected one of my stories as a favorite or myself as an author!
I'm in the process of updating and correcting old stories! I've started with 'Love of Two is One' if you're interested.
I've played Mass Effect from the original to 2 and now 3. LOL it's a tough choice between Thane and Garrus, that turian's such a sweetie. Plus, the dude's got your back no matter what. How can you not love him for that? Then there's Nihlus Kryik. The turian got less than an hour of screen time and most of his part was just his voice on Shepard's com. Tore me up that he died, murdered by his mentor and friend. What a load, man. And he's such a sweetheart.
I hope you enjoy my stories. They tend to be kinda long, but I think it's worth the time to read. Of course I'm bias.
I have pics I've found (a few I've modified) of Thane, Garrus, Nihlus, Shyra and Sonya and now David up on my Facebook page for ME, and also some for Wasteland. Just search for 'Jadis Hypatia'. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one. _
I'm looking forward to more of your stories as well. I've been inspired. That's the reason I started writing a fan fic for Mass Effect in the first place. So kudos to all you creative cats, and keep writing!
Fav. books: Dark Tower series by Stephen King (thanks Nick), Legion of the Damned by William C. Dietz (thanks Alex and Eric Marsh), the graphic novels Flight 1-6, The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolken, Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King, Vigilant by James Alan Gardner, Hamlet by William Shakespeare, Wicked by Gregory Maguire, I am Legend by Richard Matheson, The Midnight Meat Train by Clive Barker (thanks Jay), Anam Cara by John O'Donohue (thanks Eric), Dracula by Bram Stoker, Inferno by Dante, Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden, and the comic series Fables.
Fav. Author: Steven King, Edgar Allan Poe
Fav. Movies: Serenity, LOTR, 300, Star Wars (all/originals are the best), Nell, The Matrix including the anime, Battle for Terra, Contact, The Secret of N.I.M.H., Kaena, Appleseed 1 & 2, Harry Potter (all), Never Ending Story (only the original), The Last Unicorn, Memoirs of a Geisha, Enemy Mine, Riddick movies, 300
Fav. Anime: Tank Police, Full Metal Alchemist, Appleseed, Appleseed Ex Machina, Kaena
Fav. video/pc games: Fable I, Fable II, Mass Effect, Mass Effect 2, Voodoo Vince, Crusader, Splinter Cell (all), Myst, Riven ect., Eternal Sonata, DragonAge
“Damn it! Tell me what I want or I’ll blast your virtual ass into actual dust!” - angry krogan; Feros ME
"Rudimentary creatures of blood and flesh; you touch my mind, fumbling in ignorance, incapable of understanding." - Sovereign; Virmire ME
"Confidence born of ignorance." - Sovereign; Virmire ME
"Who is that sweet piece of technology?" Thundercleese;The Brak Show episode Coma
I live in a bubble and I'm trying to reach out, the the world I see beyond the iridescent swirls is not one in which I want to live. It's full of sharp and hateful things that threaten to pop my protection and expose me to the harshness that is abrasive to my soul. What would I do to wrap that world in a bubble that would keep out the pain and viciousness of a future gone wrong? If I could, I would surely need help, unless the task could be accomplished by sheer desire. I can feel the need strong enough that it hurts in my chest, but I lack any of the necessities to make it happen. My dreams are laughed at by those beyond the spiraling rainbows. I am humiliated by the ones who live among the needles. Their words and deeds have pushed me further into myself to the intensified mocking of the outsiders. Now I feel little and I feel it numb and they ask me why I do not feel any more. They wonder why I do not reach out. They accuse me of deeds I have not done and lessen my worth even more with their disdain. How is it that such beings draw breath every morning from the poisoned air they breath? How is it that they live in such a hostile world without shriveling up and committing themselves to death? I cannot survive in such a world, though they hearken to me through the colored barrier. I cannot explain to them the colors I see for which they have no name and so I keep to my bubble and they keep to their world of grey and suffering. One day perhaps the bubble will fall prey to the prick of a thorn, but until that day I am safe within it's delicate vulnerability. I must believe this to be true lest I give in to the emptiness that fights to consume all.