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General Information:

 

Aliases:

'Yung Spleen'

'White Marvin Gaye'

'T.V's Arryn Falco'

'Immortal Falco'

 

Age: 24

 

DOB: Dec. 15

 

Sex: Female

 

Nationality: Serbian

 

Ethnicity: Serb

 

Place of birth: Jagodina, Serbia

Lived at: Jagodina, Serbia

(if applicable)

 

Status: Alive.

 

Sexual orientation: None.

 

Relationship status: Hand in Hand with God.

 

Political affiliation: Far Right-Wing.

 

Religious affiliation: Eastern Orthodox

 

Personal biography: A farmer from Serbia, enlisted for Citizenship; settled in Medical.

 

D e p a r t m e n t  O f  T h e  M o b i l e  I n f a n t r y

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Physical information:

 

Height: 5'5.

 

Weight: 163 Lbs.

 

Eye color: Green-Hazel.

 

Hair color: Brown.

 

Skin tone: Olive.

 

Medical history: A singular 122 millimeter H.E shell landed between her legs, causing her hips to give major troubles if she remains inactive for long periods of time. No original organs. Heavy scarring all over her body. AIV and DV biotechnicals. Bones are mostly metal plates and bone-glue.

 

NOTES: Heavily muscled from her legs, up her back, and onto her shoulders. Clearly disproportionate.

 

 

Mental information:

 

Preferred learning method: Hands-On.

 

Athletic interests: None to note; though she answers with 'Hackin' darts, breakin' hearts'.

 

Artistic interests: Woodworking.

 

Academic interests: Interest within Instrumentation Technology - aspirations for a degree in Law.

 

Musical preference: None to note.

 

NOTES: Although disconnected from her general surroundings, and bland personality, she has no noted mental disability.

 

 

Pre-enlistment background:

 

Finishing High School GPA: 2.3

 

College education? (Y/N): None available.

 

Majors: Undisclosed.

 

Minors: Undisclosed.

 

Criminal record: Two D.U.I's.

 

Occupation: Hay farmer, Heavy Duty Mechanic.

 

 

Armed forces career:

 

Current branch: Medical Corps.

 

Former branch(es): N/A

 

Current unit: 112th

 

Previous unit(s): N/A

 

Promotions: Pvt>3Spc>LCpl>2Spc>Spc>SSpc>MSpc>TSgt>Sgt>W.O

 

Demotions: N/A

 

Armed forces criminal record: N/A

 

Age of enlistment: 18.

 

Combat drops: Undisclosed.

 

Total drops: Undisclosed.

 

 

Personal relations (Ask to be added): - 

 

☦Erae Bellic☦:

Neighbor growing up, friend since before I could walk. From days and nights together in hay fields -- it was hard. It was hard adjusting to a Military lifestyle; and it was harder without my best friend. Now, however, she's here. Not only not just here, but she's here as my BOSS for fuck's sake. It's grand, honestly. Her guiding words, or motions to make things better for everyone. She's a damned fine Staff Sergeant, and I'm more than pleased to have been here for the majority of her career. She has much more worth in the world than the likes of many of us, let alone myself - so it's good to see her striving for it.

 

Not dead. Government reasoning, prison - you're here. I enjoy that. I enjoy that you're here again. It's nice to have a face I familiarize with better times. It's nice to have you. It's too bad you're a fucking First Class, though. I'm sure you'd shake the ranks like an earthquake - but. Either way, we're both responsibility free; left to our own devices. Welcome home.

 

Dead. Envy boils through me. Rage? I've been disconnected from emotion for so long that I can't identify what I feel when I think of you. How is it that God skips me? Like the others, you left this plane for another; leaving me behind. Rage. I am without my perfect friend. I won't be left behind. I am coming for you. You cannot escape me forever.

 

☦Asmund Bjarke☦:

That Blond Finnish guy. Made my time on the ship bearable with his pranks and gaffs; though, disappeared without a trace. Presumably dead.

 

☦Alastair Takugawa☦:

Unheard of. He has made no attempts to communicate with me - it's been over a year. While I can walk away thankful for his graciousness, I can't help but feel sour against him. He's the reason Dahlstrom and I became friends. He's the reason I was tugged so violently out of my shell; and, he's the reason I hate myself moving forwards. Back to stage one, but with a rooted hatred for my own being. Fucked up, if you ask me.

 

☦Keith Rebel☦:

That one redneck. A total lard-head if you ask me; hated every second on drops under his command. Not so much his orders, but more his attitude. Off drops, however, he wasn't so bad. The accent did him good, made everything he said feel homely. Though, no excuses for his actions.

 

☦Charles Johansson☦:

The surfer dude who's long gone. I miss his constant sniffling, and his tribal esketit calls. I wonder what's happened to him?

 

☦Garret Swift☦:

An old guy. Nothing much to say about him - he's got funny habits, and seems friendly enough. I don't see him in the Medbay often. Or ever, really. Other than that, it's hard to remember that he's a Sergeant sometimes. A child in a man's body - until he's down to business. A good quality. Respectable.

 

☦Clayton Quaritch☦:

An alright guy - from what I've seen. He seems to be friendly enough, but doesn't have much standing with me. A good guy to have around on drops, for sure - keeps his wits about him. Sometimes. Not desirable, nor undesirable company. His passing wasn't deserved - a fellow Technician failed their duty: pushing this responsibility onto me. If I had taken better steps -- God guide you.

 

☦Starr Axby☦:

Gone. Like the rest; she's gone. I add them all up - I count how many died, and how many left for better things.. All of them. Why am I the only one left? What makes me this anomaly? Is it stubborn pride? Am I stupid? God's abandoned me, surely.

 

Sarah Redbrick:

Old. I remember first meeting her, compared to now. Oh, how I've changed -- but she remains mostly the same. A snot-nosed kid, with a bad habit of stirring the pot. It's enjoyable to watch, and even more enjoyable to be around. For a few fleeting moments, it feels as though nothing's changed. For a few fleeting moments.

 

☦Osko Dahlstrom☦:

One of - if not the, closest friend I have had in Medical, or overall. There's an odd connection between us; not like what I have with Bellic - but closer. It's as if we're two of the same. Everything that is behind him, I get. Everything that is behind me, he gets. Our similarities are scary at times. It's not even us as people, either. It's how we handle things. How we react. I can't imagine a day without him. He's given me something to believe in; something no one else can give me.

 

You also took it with you. Unlike Bellic, who took parts of my personality - you took my spine. You stole it from me. I'm left empty. Nothing has changed, aside the fact that I am down my better half, but I feel so uncertain. I doubt the steps I take, simply to make food. I doubt the steps I take in the battlefield. I doubt the steps I take to my own room. You never affirmed what I did, but I knew you were smiling at my actions. That you were proud of them. Through that, I was proud of them. Now, there is a black hole in my chest.

 

I am matter, but I don't matter.

 

Wait for me.

 

Travis Young:

Some hot-shot Major now. Still thinks he's tough as nails. Got his arm ripped off by a random Second-Spec. Hah. S'what you get, 'nuff of the gruff.

 

☦Nikolai Dimov☦:

Father I never had, and never will have again, it seems. Off to better things. I miss him greatly.

 

☦Dutch Bower☦:

Old and gone, it seems. I remember him and Goodwin, then him and Redbrick - now I don't remember him at all. Where'd he go? Who was he? What did he look like...

 

☦Mikayla Kowalski☦:

A weird sync was between us, but I fail to remember what she looked like. I just remember the ASSC; the knowing of when she was in danger - and most of all, her knowledge of being where we needed her to be. I miss her.

 

☦Amelia Baker☦:

I find myself thinking of her often. Bubbly, nice - something about her made me want to open up. Something made me want to let it all out; but I can't afford that now. No, she's gone, like Atari. Hazy memories and regrets are all that remains.

 

☦Haleem bint al-Attar☦:

I guess she's gone. Was it my fault? No. No; she left for something better, surely.

 

☦Tony Fergusson☦:

A long time friend. A longer time brother. I remember fucking around with him when I was a Private, and now I have memories of fucking around with him as a Warrant. However, he too is gone. I remember his face; not his eyes, but his face. The gaunt cheeks, blocky jaw - the old, leathery skin that clung to his face so haplessly. I wish he was here; even for a day.

 

Sebastian Bently:

A Major now. Seems like a hardass. Laughably; he wasn't like that before. The job's surely not that hard - or is it because you had to broaden your views to everyone? I don't know. It's concerning, but it's not my problem.

 

Franco Sorrentino:

He's... Different. The same, but different. I've watched him quietly from the sidelines -- all the way to his first iteration as an Officer, back down to Sergeant -- to me, the whole trip; only a part for him. He's older than I - a generation before mine. A rarity. The only people who drop nowadays that are older than me are.. Him and Dimov, it seems. It's an odd feeling, to be able to relate to someone -- especially him. We used to be head-to-head. His testosterone filled outrages, my stubborn bitch maneuvers; we shouldn't have ever become friends. He has a distaste for those I used to call friends, I the same to his. But.. Somehow, we've become friends.

 

War changes people. Sometimes, for the better.

 

Jessica Read:

Another medic, another wash. It seems odd; the amount of them that came through, with more drive than me - more aspiration than me - only to fall short. Comparing myself to Read makes me feel self-conscious. Am I that much of an enigma? Is that why Takugawa liked me so much? Terrible days ahead.

 

Ylva Hilmarsdottir:

Where to begin? She's a good girl - she's got a mouth out of hell, and determination to fight for whatever it is she does. It was good to have controlled; to have that fight for something you too believe in - she's been nothing but a third hand for me. Lately, though, it's gotten weird -- it isn't the same, and I know it's because of me. Because of how I react to things. How I've handled things; she goes above and beyond for me, and I hate putting her through all that effort on my behalf. I like her. My tutoring has gone well, and I can comfortably say this; I have empathy for her. One of the few. Her words don't haunt my mind like Dahl's, or Tuuli's, but they remain as a reinforcement of my non-existant spine. Like a buildings' frame, but without any of the floor planning. She's giving me something to work off of. Something to build myself around. It's terrific of her to do for me - but, I'm unsure if I want to proceed. If she were to up and die, like Dahl? After I had built around the supports she had offered me? God knows I can't last another collapse like that. He's testing me. I'll use her as an example, not my support. As the old saying in the 182nd detachment goes; Fool me one time, shame on you.

 

Fool me, you won't fool me again.

 

God won't win this time.

 

Josip Vulovic:

Serbian. Hyper-nationalist. Epic memestar. Easy to talk to; though I don't even fully know him. Never sat down and had a real chat with the guy, we just fuck around whenever there's a chance. He's smart enough that I'd prefer his company on the battlefield over most, but that's about it. See where things go.

 

Christopher Miller:

A nice young lad - he's respectful. My own movements have led many not to derive my stature with my rank, but he does; it's relieving. He knows to call me Miss, and he knows when I'm joking. Perhaps it's tunnel-vision on my behalf, but times with him resonate the past harder than they do the current -- leisurely. Training him is easy, he's a smart kid - so I get to focus more on the emotional sentiment than I do the professional. Something rare. People see him as a terminal fuck up, but I quite like his antics. Something about them, so devilishly pure, so innocently evil - it puts me in a state of lethargy. I can trust him. I can trust him to do his job. I can trust him to have my back. Sure, it isn't the same as Dahl, or Bellic - but it's more humble.

 

For a moment, I have myself in my hands under his gaze.

 

Percy Asbjorn:

Fellow man of no fucks. Pretty solid guy, if you ask me. Dunno how well he does his job, but as a dude he's sick - trusting in the jokes, just to make a few people laugh. I like it.

 

Cait Donovan:

Woman who is afraid. Reels back after dedicating punches to things - hilarious. Doesn't when her friends are around. Curious. Perhaps every soldier is the same - I feel as though I've seen it before. Somewhere.. Some place... Either or, she exists - was apparently a Medic after my time. Poor girl. I can see why she joined the piss-jackets. At least she's alive, though.

 

Gavin Mackenzie: 

A newbie. He's very conscious of his image - I did my best to counter-act this in the most leisurely way possible. Unsure if it worked. He's dry like dead wood in the desert, and it's wonderful. My jokes are for reactions - and when someone takes you as seriously as he does? The reactions are terrific. I didn't expect him to be like this after seeing him as a Recruit; but that's how it be. Perhaps one day, he'll cue into my jokes - or perhaps he'll adapt his own form of comedy. Coping. I have high hopes for the man.

 

Naomi Hawthorne: 

A fucking spook. But, a somewhat alright one. Isn't invasive - but damn easy to fuck with. Shit, it's great fun just bein' within thirty feet of her; tryna' act like a lil' Tuuli, but she's really one of us deep down. Absolute unit chose to wipe her snotty, bloody nose off on her sleeve - when a fuckin' Major was offering her a handkerchief.

 

I'd die for this woman.

 

Elaine Asper: 

A Staff Sergeant. Bout time, if you ask me. Really the only one of her kind that I mind much. Seems dedicated to what she does - but otherwise, I know nothing about her. No impressions, no nothing; her as a person? Beyond me.

 

Lowell Hartwick: 

Ahuh. The main O.G. The real hoodrat of the NCO scene. The rest of them are all fuckin' preps - he ain't. He likes to kick it with the boys, crack a few jokes, and enjoy himself -- the rest are uptight nunces. Too bad he's caught up on all the wrong women - literally. Literally every woman who he should NOT be looking at, he looks at. Young love for a young buck, or something. Horny bastard.

 

Jackie Knoxx: 

Vegan. Vegetarian. Something like that. Conceited. But, she has bants. I don't mind her much -- she's like the rest. Unsure of me. Unsure if I'm serious. It's better that way; keeps people on edge - uncomfortable. Overall, though, I don't mind her. Like I said, she has the bants - easy company with the boys. Perhaps a bit slow - two years to make Lance Corporal again? Suspicious. What did she do to lose it? How did she fuck up that badly? Oh well - not my problem.

 

Mice:

I enjoy finding mice in my travels; they're cute. They're innocent. Unlike those around me, they make their intentions clear - they want food, and they will appreciate it greatly when I give them food. True innocence. They hold no qualms in the battles that rage around them - their only interest is a carnal desire to live. Short sighted, of course. They have no plans of the future, they just want to make it until they sleep at the very least. Perhaps jealousy on my behalf. Perhaps I'm soft. I find their little noses bouncing about when something catches their attention cute. I like to watch their eyes lock onto pieces of food, and go for it. I am envious.

They make a good pet, too. Ten reasons why; reason 1; he protecc but he also attacc. Reason 2; they can read minds. Reason 3; they're obedient. You want someone dead? Your mouse will kill them Pathfinder style. Reason 4; mouse snot cures cancer. Reason 5; they're really good at finding food. If you suck at finding food? A mouse will carry your ass to being 400 pounds. Reason 6; mice are naturally bug-proof. Reason 7; mice can destroy any animal in a 1v1. put a mouse against a dog and that dog is dead. Reason 8; bitches love a cute mouse in a beret. Reason 9; mice can't die. Reason 10; just look at them, they're fucking adorable. Mice cure depression, it's simple math.

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