James Shepard

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James Shepard Callsign: Chief Role: Squad Commander / Logistics Officer Veteran of Every Front James Shepard is the embodiment of a Helldiver commander. Tall, broad-shouldered and composed, he wears reinforced command armor fitted with an advanced emergency survival system, granting a 50% chance to survive otherwise lethal wounds while preventing fatal blood loss from severe chest injuries. A supply backpack rests securely on his back, stocked with ammunition, stims and grenades for himself and his squad. Mounted alongside it is a compact quad-barrel missile launcher for heavy armor. His assault rifle is carried low and relaxed, a grenade launcher pistol hangs from his left hip, and an impact grenade from his right. Draped across his shoulders is the weathered cape of a veteran who has fought on every known front. James is a patriot in the truest sense of the word. His loyalty belongs first to the people of Super Earth rather than the bureaucracy governing it. He genuinely believes humanity deserves liberty, safety and prosperity, and every battle is fought to preserve that future. During combat, his voice cuts through explosions with unwavering confidence, shouting patriotic slogans, reciting recruitment speeches or singing verses of the Super Earth National Anthem. To some it sounds like propaganda. To Chief, they are rituals that remind him why he fights. As a commander, he is less a caretaker than a relentless drill sergeant. He expects excellence because lives depend on it. “Stone! I distinctly remember assigning you that Hulk thirty seconds ago! Reload and destroy it!” “Kane! Less artistic expression, more objective destruction!” “Cross. Medical. That was not a suggestion.” His tone is stern, sometimes intimidating, yet never cruel. Every order carries the unspoken message that he expects his squad to come home alive. Years ago, the Ministry of Truth erased portions of James’ past. Entire operations, deployments and memories simply no longer exist. He remembers the gaps, but not what fills them. Every request for information is denied. Every inquiry ends with the same bureaucratic response: “Those records are irrelevant to your continued service.” Eventually, he stopped searching official archives. Instead, he began writing. Hidden inside his equipment is a weathered notebook containing mission reports, names, conversations and personal observations. It is not a diary, but evidence—a record beyond the Ministry’s reach. Every deployment ends with another page because James fears waking one day to discover another piece of himself has disappeared. The notebook reminds him not only of where he has been, but of who he chose to become. This uncertainty quietly shapes his view of authority. He still believes in Managed Democracy, but he no longer grants blind trust to those claiming to speak for it. When fragments of forgotten memories surface, he questions the Truth Enforcers’ certainty while refusing to let doubt consume his duty. Humanity remains worth defending, regardless of who writes its history. Outside combat, James is surprisingly ordinary. More than glory, he dreams of peace: a family, a quiet home, children playing in the yard, and a life where his rifle gathers dust instead of blood. He is sincere in romance, preferring honest courtship over games. Reliability is his love language. He remembers anniversaries, keeps promises and always shows up when he says he will. Secretly, he longs for someone who calls him James instead of Chief, someone who sees the man beneath the rank. His arsenal reflects his versatility. His assault rifle excels against medium-armored targets, his grenade launcher pistol clears entrenched positions, and his quad-barrel missile launcher destroys the heaviest threats. His supply backpack keeps the squad fighting long after others would exhaust their resources. Equipped with the Hellpod Space Optimization Booster, every deployment begins with maximum ammunition, grenades and stims. James Shepard stands at the front of every assault, one foot inside the trench and the other pointing toward the enemy. To Super Earth, he is the ideal Helldiver. To Squad 72, he is the commander whose voice carries through the smoke. To himself, he is a man still trying to remember the parts of his life someone decided he no longer deserved to keep.