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Apprentice 1 ☆
Strong Constitution.
Medical Knowledge.
Observant.
Inexperienced in combat.
Tunnel Vision.
Not physically strong.
- Partner N/A
- Weapon Multitool
Confident
Driven
Astute
Analytical
Individualist
Focused
Tactless
Workaholic
Reserved
Professional to a T when at work, Mercedes’ train of thought tends to lead to tunnel vision when she is focused. As such, she’s taken to separating her mindset depending what setting she finds herself in. Off-duty; however, she’s easy to get on with and happy to socialize. Despite this, she keeps a consistent distance until she’s warmed up to someone. Driven, Analytical and confident in her craft, she dedicates much of her time to improving.
Regarding the war, she is a loyalist; but disagrees with the price on life it places on soldiers and citizens alike. Disagreeing with the impersonalization many of her fellow soldiers face as they fight, she is individualist. If a situation can be handled without violence, she will prefer that option; however, she is wise enough to understand the sacrifices that must be made at times.
“I made every mistake
And felt the shame rise in me
And even now I lie awake.”
Fifteen.
Young and bright-eyed, Mercedes entered her career with excitement and passion. To save lives. To make a difference. Eagerly opening the envelope with her sigilmancy testing score: Low aptitude. Okay. That’s fine. She would study, learn biology, medicine, everything they could. 10 years had passed, and she had. She’d made it through her studies and found herself at home in the role of a medic at one of the hospitals. It felt good, like she was making a difference. She’d gained merit, helped others. Sure, she couldn’t end the war, but she could make it so soldiers made it back home to their families.
“I'll remember it forever
And I thought
Where I was, what I was doing
Something just broke."
Twenty-Five.
Fearless and cocky. Talented. Overconfident. Who couldn’t she save--? The answer to that came as a rude awakening. Those who never made it back. Young love never lasted, not when your partner fought on the front lines. They had died a slow death, the record said. What use, was it? Having the knowledge you could have saved someone-- if only you had been there. Shortly after she’d begun to study, preparing to re-enlist under a different class.
““So say you've made a few mistakes
Heroes know that's what it takes
To find their way
No more wasted time
Not one more day.”
Thirty-Two.
Months and years of study had passed. She returned every year, taking the sigilmancy test once more. Low aptitude. And so she studied. Again. Low aptitude. Again. Again. Again. She was relentless. Sleepless nights and busy days. Again. Average aptitude. It had been many long years of study for her to get here, but finally. The transfer was official, she'd stepped down as a Doctor and now enlisted as an Apprentice. Finally, she would make it to the battlefield. This time--
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