- OVERWATCH.
- DESTINY 2.
- FAR CRY 5.
- FALLOUT.
HOPE IN DARK TIMES.
Heroes can be anyone. Jean grew up with this idea in her mind and kept it even as she joined the military, hoping that one day someone would look to her with the same hopeful eyes that were wore by those that looked up to the Overwatch agents. However after the dismemberment of Overwatch her hopes had been put on the backburner of her mind.
For nearly ten years Jean remained in the military, moving from here to there supporting small operations in the greatest time of peace the world had known since the end of the Omnic War. Recently moving employment to a global task force that operated to bring old Overwatch bases back online after they had been abandoned Jean began to slowly realize that perhaps Overwatch hadn't died in the flames of that blast.
SOMEWHERE IN THE VOID.
Once the first breath blew fire back into the Guardian Jean Masters she felt a pull out into the darkness of space. The City feeling like a massive ball and chain to slow her speed. Leaving and finding whatever trouble she could out in the reaches of transitional space there's always the feeling that there's something more that the woman is missing.
Death after death and adventure after adventure plants the woman back in The City. Drawn in like a moth to a flame after the Light had been ripped away by the Red War. Residing in the Tower she makes sure that most know that she doesn't plan on staying long, that itch already coming back to get up and try and find her missing pieces.
While out in the reaches of space she had amassed a large collection of weapons and tomes. Coming back and sharing a few of her lesser loved artifacts with the Guardians of the Tower.
WOLVES IN THE FLOCK.
Having grown up in Hope County Jean had watched as Eden’s Gate gathered steam. At first, most people scoffed at the mention of the ‘cult’ though as they gained power and influence people took the same tone as one would discuss a dangerous animal on the loose. Jean’s grandfather had been a prepper, someone that constantly was ready for the end of it all. Her brother Stephan had followed in his footsteps in absence of their parents who had died in a car crash when the siblings were young.
They'd learned everything to protect themselves from the eventual collapse of society, even a healthy dose of paranoia. Jean excelled with long range weapons and conversely close quarter combat. Her grandfather had gifted her with a pair of engraved brass knuckles for her 21st birthday and she's had them for nearly a decade now. They've seen their fair share of combat, especially when the cultists kept coming knocking.
When the Reckoning came down at last the Masters’ had joined the feeble resistance that had cropped up in the beginning. Her grandfather had been killed early on a stray shot from a fire fight with some of the PEGies had taken her from him, and her brother Stephan had fallen to the lure of the bliss and had been turned into what they called Angles. Left alone Jean did her best to keep her grandfather’s stash in the mountains safe, that is until Jacob’s people came for the supplies and took her with them. Now she fights against the resistance that she’d fought so hard with in the beginning of it all.
+99 RADS.
"a gal has to make caps somehow."
This has been Jean's motto since she's wandered up from the capital city. Taking her business of gun running to the common wealth the 30 year old woman has made a small name for herself among the many factions. With an arsenal that has a wide range of goodies from nuclear slinging fatman launchers to shiny new institute tech, Red has just about anything your little heart desires.
Holed up in a blown out office building near by Goodneighbor she has a small beat up collection of stop signs near her building to mark it out from the rest.
