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[color=7FFFD4][b]Name:[/b][/color] [color=FF1493]Valkyrie. The ones in my unit call me Val. I never had a surname.[/color]

[color=7FFFD4][b]Age:[/b][/color] [color=FF1493]19. I suppose you could say I'm fresh, but Maya says I'm "green" I've not been active duty very long, but this is all i've ever known.[/color]

[color=7FFFD4][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] [color=FF1493]5' 8". 140 lbs. Mid length, light brown hair. blue eyes. I think I look like a boy, but I'm always in uniform, so that's alright.[/color]

[color=7FFFD4][b]Personality:[/b][/color] [color=FF1493]I do what I'm told and try not to ask too many questions. I watch more often than I'm seen and listen more often than I speak, and I think that's the safest way to be. Hidden. I'm loyal to my unit, they're my purpose. My reason. I'm enjoying the fresh air that comes with active duty, some time away from the Evadne Complex where I've spent the better part of my life; when we aren't on active duty, I like to draw and read some old comics I found called Calvin and Hobbes. 
But I'd never tell them any of that. They'd just make fun of me for being soft.[/color]

[color=7FFFD4][b]Occupation:[/b][/color] [color=FF1493]I guess a mix of lab rat and S.C.A.R.E...[/color]

[color=7FFFD4][b]History:[/b][/color] [color=FF1493]S.C.A.R.E. is all I've ever known. Before we started to collect those infected by the miasma, we executed them. My father was never in the picture, and my mother was infected and dispatched when I was an infant. I was put in quarantine for observation. I was found to have a sister strain of the miasma laying dormant in my body. It isn't quite the same as what we deal with, but it's presumed malicious. To prevent any adverse effects from becoming prominent, I was given an experimental nano-inhibitor. It seems to have worked for the last 19 years, but it does seem to be the cause of some migraines. The only advantage is that the current strain of the miasma doesn't see me as a potential host. Once I was cleared, they couldn't find any extended family, so S.C.A.R.E adopted me. Raised me. Taught me everything I know. Everything I need to know to be a good soldier. I was just thrown in to the field for my 18th birthday last year. Its been.. Something.[/color]

[color=7FFFD4][b]Infection Status:[/b][/color] [color=FF1493]Healthy. I have more pity for the infected than animosity. There has to be a way to stop this plague. Throughout history, humanity has always found a cure. And if not a cure, at least prevention or treatment. My empathy for them doesn't prevent me from dispatching them if they are an eminent threat.[/color]