APPEARANCE◢ Being of average height and weight,the form of Sevipia is nothing to write home about, coming across as painfully average when comparing her to another of her species. Yet, despite this tall and lithe Turian form, is a pale reddish tint to her skin that is said to have been found attractive by those of her species, not that she has any care for her looks. Additionally, her eyes carry a deep yellow, holding a haze similar to that of an owl or other such raptor native to Earth, though it’s hardly what denotes her form. After all, her face is barren of any marking and painting, anything to denote where she had come from or what planet she had been born to. For all intents and purposes, she is a self-made ‘bare-face’.
That said, the rest of her exoskeleton is littered with scratches, denoting her time of digging people out of holes and rubble. Though, these ‘scars’ are few and far between as she keeps a clean look about her and is known to buff away some of the lighter blemishes on her exoskeleton.
She is commonly seen in dark red thermal armor, armor that is still adorned with her rank from her time in the Turian military. This armor has a belt going around her waists which can typically be seen sporting medical supplies like bandages and other emergency equipment. Lastly, she carries with her a leather backpack, old and seemingly with one strap about to break which she uses to haul around further medical supplies.
MOTIVATIONS AND OUTLOOK◢ Sev is someone who aims to always be helping someone, always looking out for all the others that might be in dire need. When there are those who are lost and scared, Sev will always be the first person to go volunteer for braving the wilderness to find this person. Those who are injured, Sev will be by their side to comfort them and care for them for that is the person that she is, the person that could not save the scores of the dying nor lost during the Reaper War. It is the person that her family would have wanted her to be and it is the person that she will continue to be, so long as she knows that she can help someone who truly needs this help. She must help others as she knows that what the galaxy has fought for was in the name of survival and Sev knows that all people need help, especially in these times following a period of such massive loss of life with names still being recorded and found to be dead or still missing.
Yet, despite this kindness and love for life, she is haunted by the terrifying nightmares with the visions and vestiges of scores of dead and indoctrinated people. The sight of having to personally leave behind the people she loved out of her unwillingness to give them the final mercy they deserved before they had been taken by the Reapers. It broke her when she saw the forms of her loved ones twisted beyond recognition, leading to her, when she is no longer around others, to weep in pain or to silently sulk as she tries to move forwards.
This has led to her swearing off violence, no longer seeing the need for herself to fight now that the galaxy was no longer dealing with the threat that was the Reapers. No longer does she need to raise a gun when now she must raise another up from the rubble to usher them back to a family, back to a life where they deserve to be. Even those who did not get along with society will find the kind figure of Sev moving to help them if they are hurt, not because she agrees with them but because she knows that the galaxy has endured enough. Sev helps others based on principle, she would not be herself if she denied anyone an aid that she could provide.
INADEQUACIES AND FEARS◢ Sevipia’s inadequacies lie not with any physical detriment but wholly mental, as the War on Taetrus and the Reaper War have worn her down. The days in which she has had to stand and shoot other living beings, those days on Taetrus where she was ordered into gunning down others and likewise seeing her own comrades shot and killed has made her dislike guns. Not only has she sworn off guns, but the reasoning is not pacifism but instead a crippling PTSD that sends her hyperventilating and reliving memories she is suppressing as much as she can. Granted this does little to stop her trusting and motherly attitude from shining through when it matters most.
Yet, Sev’s own trusting nature is another flaw as she can be deceived into trusting someone when she truly should not, taking the words of others on face value. Trust may be one of her greatest assets, but is also the most exploitable one for those who are truly wicked and conniving.
BACKGROUND◢ Born into a standard family on Palaven, Sevipia was the youngest of three daughters and one brother, a family that by all means seemed to match the ideals of what a Turian society was to be about. They gave themselves to the Hierarchy and did everything they could to make a better collective, hence where Sevipia had been taught to think of the collective people and not oneself. Additionally the military world revolved around her family, her father having been a part of the police and her mother a part of the merchant marine, her brother going into service as a rifleman with all her sisters becoming administrators. Although, the path of an administrator or a soldier was not something that Sevipia particularly fancied. All throughout school, all throughout her early life, she remained a soul that wanted to help others of all kinds and eventually settled into the idea of becoming a doctor, specifically she wanted to become a part of physical therapy.
However, this was subject to change upon her fifteenth birthday and thus her subsequent entry into the Turian bootcamps, and while she wasn’t unprepared for it, the harshness of military life was one that did not meld with her gentle mind. Yet, she made it through that boot camp before being placed under one of her preferred roles as a combat medic, though luckily she did not see much combat for a time being. Sevipia was deployed for small skirmishes against criminals but nothing ever major where she ever had to fire a shot or ever have to harm any. In fact, most of her squad members would occasionally poke fun that her ammo would never dip below what she went in with. Though, that would change when her assignment to the War on Taetrus in 2185 CE, a short war but an enlightening one to her as she got to see what a “total war” truly was. It was a type of fighting that thoroughly disgusted her, systematically eliminating separatists and terrorists, some of which being civilians who merely sided against the Heirarchy. Yet, she did her duty and fought, albeit as little as she had to, which was already substantially low given her role as a combat medic.
After the conflict, Sevipia requested to be changed to Emergency Search and Rescue, a job where she would not have to do fighting or have to pull a trigger against those she did not want. Her first request was denied but by her fourth, her superior put it for her reassignment. There was no way she could have been happier, at least then she was able to help people without having to pull a gun on someone for firing a machine gun over her head. It was a blissful few months before the Reaper attacks came in 2186 CE, Taetrus being the first Turian planet to fall, but by then she had been put on standby on Palaven. Given her family home was on Palaven, and not too far from where she was stationed, she was able to see her family again, or rather her father and mother. Sevipia was thrilled to finally be United with her parents, who had still remained a part of her life through messaging and the likes but it wasn’t the same.
When the attack had actually come, she hadn’t expected what had followed.
Death on a mass scale, cities made into ruins, torrents of gunfire, the sounds of a desperate defense. These sounds would come to plague Sevipia’s existence as she would consistently find herself navigating ruined city blocks, avoiding confrontation and the swarms of husks, as she pulled citizens from the burning carcasses of their homes. Where in the War on Taetrus, she had only fired when she had to, this Battle on Palaven made her exchange clip after clip of ammunition to shoot down husks, indoctrinated, anything the Reapers had. It was only a week into the conflict and yet she knew that sleep would become something to treasure but also a curse as the images of the dead followed her. In her own home city, she would remember even seeing those who would have been off to boot camp fighting to protect their homes, only to be subdued and turned into the mindless machines of the Reapers. However, her home was but a graveyard with nothing truly left to defend as it became disparate and sporadic fighting, occasionally giving way to more as reinforcements from adjacent living made their way to the tomb.
Her time there was hell. Sevipia once had to fight a husk with her bare hands as ammo had become scarce, only to scavenge what she could from the dead before reporting back to her superior, despite command being in utter disarray. Most of the time she’d act of her own accord, foraying into the wastes of the city to reconnect with survivors or to discover the fates of forces that had failed to report back. One such trip took place near her old home. Sometimes she wished that she had not bothered to return, for the sight she’d see would send her already fragile mind into a fracture. It was the sight of her deceased father, sitting slumped against the wall, cradling her mother, after a last stand against a band of husks that sent her mind into a whirlwind of anger, grief, and despair. Nothing made sense to her in her psychotic break, she doesn't even remember anything that happened in the brief period of time where she was not herself. However, according to those who found her, she had dragged the bodies of her parents all the way back to command but she was beaten, battered, and she was devoid of weapons and ammo. They assumed she fought tooth and nail to bring her parents back to their base camp, insisting that a doctor see them even though they were clearly dead, only for herself to fall unconscious.
She had awoken upon a spaceship, in a fleet inbound to Earth, having had been shoved in a medivac with the stipulations that she’d be of more use after the final assault on Earth, assuming the plan even worked. Sevipia had little say, and little true recovery time, not that she was tremendously injured, but she was still coping with the loss of her parents. Yet, Sevipia was still pushed into a shuttle, handed a rifle, and given her orders, though focus was far from her mind as she had all but given up. The landing, the fighting, they were all hazes to her, unable to focus and come back to a reality where her parents had not miraculously survived. We’re the situation not so dire and every man and woman being needed, she likely would have been put in a mental ward for her to cope. Though, the fighting was won, and when the fighting was over, all she could feel was a sudden elation to know that she was alive and had somehow made it through the horrors of the fighting. She remembered that she had partied as if she had just gotten out of boot camp again, smiling and crying with her brothers-and-sisters-in-arms.
Though, there was much rebuilding to do in the days following the events of the battle and subsequent end of the war. With communication cut off, there was no way for her to tell what had happened to her sisters and brothers, but given that they had not answered any of her messages since the start of the conflict that made her know that they were gone as well. So, she took it upon herself to wipe her face clean of the paint that she had worn for years, wiping away the ties to her family and from Palaven. She was now AWOL, abandoning her post within the Hierarchy and going to help others on her own terms. Sevipia then threw herself upon helping to rebuild Earth and was amongst one of the first to follow the SRN when it had sprung to life.
For she knew that even if she had no one with her, she’d help any people that she could.
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