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[h3]Character Description[/h3]
[list]Name: Ruvulla aep Rarvaum
Species: Kiel
Sex: F
Age: 113
Reason for being on the ship: Captured in a surprise attack on her research enclave, she was originally destined for interrogation and subsequent forced labor after she and her comrades successfully prevented much of their research from falling into Madzhul hands. She and her colleagues are probably guilty of quite a number of things; the only real matters for discussion are precisely what they actually did.
Appearance: Standing at a formidable 6’0” with a wiry build, she bears an imposing presence by any account. Combined with her stern visage and preference for official dress, Ruvulla stands as an exemplar of the Command’s citizen-soldier.
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Skills: 
Field Training: As is expected of a proper Kiel, Ruvulla has spent a lifetime engaged with the ideal of the citizen-soldier. While more medic and officer than soldier, with full military training and a fair share of deployment behind her, making capable foe in both close quarters and at range.

Medical Background: With the greater part of a century working in the medical field, Ruvulla possesses a formidable body of knowledge spanning several subdisciplines, though variably specializing in the fields of genetics, immunology, virology, and combat medicine. With several tours as a combat medic under her belt, she is further able to operate competently under more adverse conditions than most. Further, though her career in research has been more focused on causing harm in novel ways than promoting health, her attention towards the biologies of other species has inevitably led her to possess a robust understanding of the bodies of a diverse array of species. Should she choose to apply it, she could just as well use this background to promote alien health rather than sickness.

Robust: In the course of her long career, Ruvulla worked at the cutting edge of genetic technology. She has therefore enjoyed access to an array of treatments few other Kiellar have had the ability or need to undergo. The sum of these treatments have resulted in her boasting a supercharged immune system, an accelerated rate of healing, and an expanded range of tolerated body temperatures. Thanks to this potent combination, Ruvulla can overcome diseases that would kill most of her kind, while easily shrugging off most lesser illnesses. As an added benefit, she enjoys a higher fatality threshold for certain poisons.

Weaknesses:  
Bigoted: Old habits die hard. Ruvulla did well for herself under the Command and serves as living proof that even the hardliners of the old regime still have plenty of breath in them. Chauvinistic even amongst Kiellar, self-preservation is the only pretence under which she can muster even the barest pretences of approaching other species as equal. Beneath even this thin veil, the Other can plainly observe at best a half-heartedly tempered condescension directed towards a presumed slave, and at worst, a barely-restrained contempt for an obvious vermin.

Callous: Ruvulla is scarcely the compassionate type. Beyond personal relationships, she has little genuine concern for the wellbeing of others beyond practical considerations. While this has made her triage a thing of ruthless glory on the battlefield, away from the horrors of the front line, it tends to do more harm than good. Ruvulla’s bedside manner ranges from insincere to nonexistent, and her commitment to medical ethics is dubious at best. Were it not for the convictions she does possess, there is no doubt that she would be less of a doctor and more of a butcher. But patients entrusted into her care are duties, and duties should be handled with diligence and optimal practices. Unfortunately, even her Kiellar patients are apt to find that she has little investment in their comfort or dignity. And elsewhere, where her convictions do not offer such a necessary floor? Ruvulla does not cry over spilled milk. She will readily step on any toes, even her own, if the situation should call for it. The only feelings that consistently matter are those with superior positions, given respect as a matter of principle, and the rare equal, given respect either out of practical consideration or for having forced the issue. All others only get whatever Ruvulla’s interpretation of need dictates.

Reactive: Ruvulla’s immune enhancements have not been without their costs. Most noticeably, she can reasonably expect an allergic reaction to anything that might fit the bill for an allergen. While under normal circumstances, she has a well-established protocol for allergen immunotherapy, on Caldera-3, there is no guarantee that she will be able to follow it and neutralize allergies from unfamiliar sources as she encounters them. Worse still, her body’s overactive immune system will likewise act against her in the case that she develops a sunburn of any significant severity, as the inflammatory response will be of greater intensity than normal.
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[h3]Background:[/h3]
[list]Backstory: As is the case with many Kiellar, Ruvulla comes from a lineage with long and proud traditions of military service. While back in the days of the Command, she initially pursued a commission in medical research and development for the Command’s military, with the shadow of the Ragon looming larger by the year, it was not long into her career before Ruvulla, like many within the vast military structure of the Command, prepared for more active service. Eventually, the mobilization orders came, and Ruvulla found her time split between continued work on previous projects and tours of duty. Although never a frontline medic, the horrors of war and even active combat did make their ways to her on many occasions. 

Though Ruvulla was never particularly cosmopolitanly-minded, it was during the war that her chauvinistic streak truly began to blossom. During those years and in the direct aftermath of the war, Ruvulla made company with many hardline authoritarians and xenophobes. As the Command’s victory soured, she and many other like-minded individuals began to band together, first as an informal network, and then eventually as a wide-reaching conspiracy intent on dragging the Command towards its views by hook or by crook. By the time of the Command’s ultimate collapse, the Succession, as it came to be known, counted among its number Kiellar from the bottom to the very top. With common conviction and rigorous discipline in pursuit of its members’ shared goals, by all accounts the Succession stood poised to continue accumulating power within the declining Command to the point of dominance, or so its members believed. 

Ruvulla, like many ranking members of the Succession, was neither surprised that the Command fell nor that it fragmented as it did. What truly surprised her was just how many Kiellar, including those who had been projected to follow the Succession into the light of day, ultimately followed mere personalities and cynical self-interest over a cause greater than themselves. As the Command splintered, the Succession bled, and was ultimately left without even Relenar to tout for its own legitimacy—a grave blow to a movement which believes itself to stand unquestionably as the only legitimate—the only worthy inheritor of the Kiellar mantle, the only state with a right to rebuild.

Embittered and enraged, Ruvulla joined her fellow remnants in doubling down. For decades now, she has worked and bled for her cause. She has helped to save many valuable lives. She has helped ensure many important deaths. Ruvulla has dreams of when her movement may finally see its destiny, and of when her work may finally bear true, unadulterated fruit. She had decades of knowledge. She had the authority as a colonel to see her lovingly crafted plagues unleashed upon many of the enemies of the True Kiellar. If only her comrades had the resources and the strength to see her work and other projects like it to fruition, the galaxy would be a better place for it.

Sitting in her jail cell, hearing of the so-called Madzhul Republic’s internal woes, and enduring the whining of her lessers, Colonel Ruvulla of the Kiellar Succession can only stew in contempt as she continues to observe just how far the galaxy is from how it ought to be.
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