You were born and raised on Mindoir, a small border colony in the Attican Traverse. When you were sixteen, slavers raided Mindoir, slaughtering your family and friends. You were saved by a passing Alliance patrol, and you enlisted with the military a few years later.
The voices faded and now all of space was silent. Hollis was alone, falling. (x)
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but what if Kaidan likes his coffee black
and Shepard is just appalled
“How do you drink that? A little sugar wouldn’t hurt.”
so Kaidan turns around and snatches a kiss and just—“Mm. You’re right. Did need a little sugar, thanks.”
shawty got the applebottom jeans, the boots with the fur, the breastplate of iron +10 with the +25% fire resist enchantment