<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/88/63/e7/8863e7781abbf39d40645ae5e38084c2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Shepard<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cage<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ganondorf, Other person up for grabs, Open<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Waiting<br/><hr/><br/>Shepard had been sitting with his back against the bars and his butt firmly planted on the grating beneath him. His legs were sprawled out in front of him, his cybernetic hands resting gently on top of his thighs. It had been like this for three days. Exposed to the harsh elements of the Skyrim mountains, biting down what could barely be described as food, sleeping in short few minute bursts whenever exhaustion finally overcome his conscious thoughts. Three very long days. Four days ago he'd been an Admiral in the Dynasty military. The signs of that were evident about his body. Shepard had been arrested directly from his capital ship and brought here. He was not even allowed a moment to change into something more comfortable. Left to rot in this god-forsaken cell while still wearing his Admiral uniform. A form fitting black and white suite that buttoned up along the far side of his ribcage. The familiar symbol of the dynasty located above his left breast, while emblems of various medals he'd been awarded during service to his Empress were located above his right breast.<br/><br/>During the period of captivity Shepard had not said much. He spent the mornings executing his habitual workout routine of pullups, pushups and situps. Using the cage bars around him as temporary workout equipment. The afternoon he filled with attentive glances and looks from his seat there in the corner of the cell. Listening to the guard conversations with mild interest, studying some of the new prisoners who were getting locked up. From what he could gather, most were rebels of one sort or another. Sentenced to death for their blatant crimes against the Dynasty. Fewer, men and women like Shepard, seemed to actually be a part of the military.<strong>”Guess we all go in the same hole in the end”</strong>. He would have laughed at the irony if Shepard had not been so tired. For the past two evenings he simply stared absently up towards the stars and moon, letting his mind wander for extended periods of time to distract.<br/><br/>The morning had finally come. Already a few of his fellow prisoners were giving the guards a bit of verbal hell. In particular Ganondorf, who Shepard recognized from his span in the military, and the white haired man sitting patiently.<strong>”While you're giving out management advice Ganon, why don't you see if he'll open the cage so we can run through some trust exercises”</strong>. Shooting the mammoth sized Gerudo a weak, jovial grin. It seemed that it was finally time to get this over with. So Shepard stretched his legs and finally stood up. A self-satisfied groan of comfort breaking from between his dry lips. Feeling the kinks and aches from his lower body gradually begin to disappear.<br/><br/><strong>”Want some help up?”</strong>, asking the person in the cell adjacent to him. Reaching through the bars with his black tinted, robotic digits.<strong>”I'm Shepard, nice to meet you”</strong><em>(Anybody can jump in as the person he was speaking to!)</em>.