SGM Aeryn Bastille
Jun 20, 2013 10:42:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2013 10:42:05 GMT -7
Aeryn Keanne Bastille
// help i'm alive //
// my heart is beating like a hammer //
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Full Name - Aeryn Keanne Bastille.
Nicknames/Alias - Sarge, Bastille, Rynni.
Age - 36.
Date of Birth - 2nd December.
Gender - Female.
Sexual Orientation - Bisexual.
Affiliation - Alliance.
Occupation - Alliance Commando NCOIC. [Sergeant Major]
Play-By - Rhona Mitra.
Build - Tall, lean, built.
Height & Weight - 5'8" & 125lbs.
Hair - Dark brown, long, slight curl, usually tied back in a bun.
Eyes - Brown.
Unique Features -
--Right eye is false, however not easily noticeable.
--Both ears are pierced, only wears one simple stud in the left ear.
--Has a series of deep curved scars down her right bicep.
Dressing Style -
Aeryn dresses appropriately whilst on and off duty. From full armour for when the need calls for it, to BDUs and tank-tops for her off-hours. She's spent a good portion of her life in a uniform, and will most likely die in one. It's all about utility.
Other - All equipment is standard issue and supplied by the armoury.
Likes -
--When things go smooth.
--Family reunions that are actually pleasant.
--Proving herself.
--While doesn't show it often, enjoys seeing her little sister often.
--Is a dog-lover, through and through.
Dislikes -
--Her little sister's pranks, does put up with them, however.
--Having to follow orders she strongly disagrees with, but will still follow them.
--Being the middle child; their mother gives her all the flak.
--Dorian's current attitude since the loss of their father.
--Higher-ups that hold little care for the well-being of troops.
Quirks/Habits -
--Since her eye-replacement, still tends to inspect her surroundings far too often as if compensating for that previous lack of vision.
--Likes to work a punching bag in her off-hours. Get out any aggression or bad moods, or just to loose some energy and stay fighting-fit.
Fears -
--Losing either sibling.
--Letting her father down.
Secrets -
--Held a great amount of respect for the Independents during the war, and may have shown some mercy behind the backs of her superiors. Not that it was appreciated.
Strengths -
--Her combat experience.
--Efficient.
--Quick-thinker.
Weaknesses -
--Can be too stubborn.
--Worries about her family too much.
--Duty may become conflicted by morals.
Talents/Special Abilities -
--Proficient with a number of different firearms.
--CQC.
--Avid pool player.
Aspirations -
--To restore some good name to the Alliance.
--To protect and serve; do her duty.
Overall Personality -
Aeryn? Aeryn is a soldier. She was practically bred to join the Alliance Military much like the rest of her siblings. Only she took after their father in that respect. He started as the grunt, and loved Aeryn for her drive. She has a deep amount of idolisation for Saul Bastille, and will always spare a quiet moment to think of him.In comparison to her other siblings, she is the stoic, the tough and unrelenting force of the Bastille clan. Most of her feelings are hidden, but those close to her know they're there. A lot of animosity has formed between Aeryn and her mother, who for some reason will hold her accountable for anything that happens to Savi. She will always butt heads with Dorian for his mighty-than-thou attitude, but still loves him despite their fighting. On and off duty she is as professional as it gets, if however a little relaxed. Her expressions are mostly deadpan and her humour dry. And she doesn't appear to get loud or argumentative when angry. Just quiet and deadly with her tone.
Father - Col. Saul Bastille, 56 at death, Alliance Soldier.
Mother - Marie Bastille, 61, alive, Alliance.
Siblings -
--Maj. Dorian Bastille, 39, alive, Alliance Officer.
--Savi Bastille, 27, alive, Alliance Naval Pilot.
Other Significant People -
--Desmond Flynn; Team Leader of her current squad assignment. They've gained a slight 'rapport'.
Pets - Nils, German Shepherd. A pet she kept when stationed with a desk job, later given to one of the other clerks when reassigned.
Your History -
There's no fanfare or tragedy to Aeryn's early life. Born second to Marie and Saul Bastille, she was the middle child who rough-housed around with her brother and defended her little sister until she realised how wily the smallest of them happened to be. It was a good childhood. Normal. She was a relatively smart kid, nothing amazing, but did excel in athletic activities. Fast, fairly strong for her size, and already her father had her future worked out. She'd be a soldier-- a grunt just like he started his career. Of course, Saul wanted that for all his children, much to his wife's despair. She tried her best to at least keep little Savi away from that life, but those Bastille children... there was no telling them 'no'.
So, naturally, as soon as she was old enough, Aeryn signed up. She idolised her father, and that hero-worship wasn't about to go away. To follow in his footsteps was her goal, and that's exactly what she did. There started a rivalry between Aeryn and Dorian at first, but their father was always the mediator. He always broke up the fights, and while he loved the competitive nature, he didn't want animosity between any of his family. 'Save the fighting for a war', he'd always say.
Her discipline needed a whole lot of work at the start of it all. She questioned a lot, and disliked the hold authority had over her. Eventually? She learned to follow the rules, she fell into line. A model soldier. Molded into what the Alliance needed her to be. It started out with simple peace-keeping. Patrols and civilians to keep safe. Nothing terrible, right? They were there to protect. Though it didn't seem likely that folks appreciated it the further out those posts happened to be. Aeryn saw some contempt, and didn't know what to think of it at first. Pirates was another thing, boarding vessels and rooting out problematic folks earned her some respect, and before she knew it they were considering her to have leadership qualities. Promoted her to Sergeant. A part of her hoped it had nothing to do with her old man, but she proved herself pretty readily in tough situations.
And then the war broke out.
Sure, she had those handful of years under her belt. Pirates and little upsets in the streets. Folks unhappy with the Alliance being around. They didn't like the idea of bein' policed. This, though? This was war. And she saw a lot of kids going into combat with her-- under her orders. Fresh-faced Alliance kids going up against angry Independents. Former farmers and factory workers. All honest, salt of the earth people. They wanted their freedom, they wanted what was theirs, they wanted independence. And what did they get? Shot at, mostly. In the beginning, Aeryn had a conflict of morals about this whole thing. What she was told was they were trying to bring civility and unity to these people, and in reality they were blowing them to pieces. How does a cause seem right when it feels like they were sent in to exterminate rats? Compassion had been shown when she could get away with it. Didn't buy her anything but trouble, of course. Almost got her and hers killed a few times. Eventually? That sense of compassion was deadened. They were on opposite sides of a war. Aeryn stopped caring. She especially stopped caring before the gorram battle for Serenity Valley. Part of some conflict that went down on some border world. All she recalls was the incident, really. The fight that put her out of commission. She was separated from her squad by an explosion that collapsed a nearby house. There was fire raining down, and it was difficult to see her way back. In the smoke she came across an Independent soldier, also cut off from her own people. It was a silent stand-off for all of a few moments before one opened fire on the other. Then it turned into being ducked behind cover until they both ran out of bullets.
Aeryn figured that was that, you know? They had nothing left between them. They might as well call it quits and find a way out before they burned alive. A deal was almost struck between the two. Her faith was almost restored just a little bit. And then the other woman pulled a knife on her. It was an intense fight-- the Browncoat looking to exact revenge for her people already fallen, and the homes the Alliance had destroyed. Aeryn was just looking to survive. The scars down her right arm come from a moment when she punched through rotten wood boards, arm trapped by the large splinters digging into her skin. It was either yank it free or give the upperhand. So she did. The struggle ended with a knife held just above her eye-- sinking closer all the while. And then her back-up arrived and riddled the Independent with bullets-- not before the tip caused some serious damage. Safe to say Aeryn wasn't seeing out of that eye ever again. Shot-up, scratched and a little singed, Bastille was seeing to a quick evac out of there, and didn't get to see the end of it all.
Instead, she was stuck in an evac hospital before be shipped closer to home. All she really recalls of that time was her father and little sister coming to visit her. Savi had, of course, done all she could to lift the elder's spirits, but Aeryn shut herself off for a good long while. She wore a patch for months after, assigned to light posts and desk duty. Another promotion for her 'bravery', though she herself considers it as stupidity. Still in service, but almost long-forgotten as a soldier.
About a year after the war ended, was when the real tragedy struck the Bastilles. Saul's heartattack was the breaking point for the family. With his death, the distant elder Dorian absorbed himself into rising up the ranks of his military career-- an officer like Saul. He'd make him proud that way, and treat the rest of his family with a cold, arm's length distance. Aeryn was offered the opportunity of a new eye to get her back into active duty. With the money left to her by Saul, it was affordable. Cost everything she had and more, but she wasn't half-blind any more. She didn't, personally, feel so useless, and considered herself capable of regaining what pride she'd lost. She'd be the soldier her father was always proud of, that was for sure.
So she went from post to post, had to leave behind her dog, Nils, when her arrangements kept changing. The most logical step for a former combat-junkie who hadn't seen the glorious end to the war? She signed up for special operations. That'd be her way of proving herself again. Make the old man proud and all that. She was a little surprised when she got her acceptance, but then came the assessment. Aeryn didn't let up. She worked hard to get this, and again was surprised. Mostly for the bad luck she'd been handed over the last few years. The bad she didn't like to think of too much. From there it was on to specialised training, after that? Aeryn was back in a squad again, only this time it was a much higher calibre of assignments. Still, those old qualities of a leader, passed down the bloodline most likely, managed to shine through that gruff and dry-toned woman. She got her first shot at taking charge when her old NCOIC stepped down, and then her promotion came shortly after. It was around then she got assigned to a new team, and met one Desmond Flynn. They have a working, professional relationship... whether it's a good one is anyone's guess.
With everything that came out with the Signal, Aeryn never knew what to make of it. Alliance worked to discredit the information, but it had still gone out. Hard to believe, and really, as bad as it sounds, Aeryn felt it better to believe that it was just some old Independent hoax looking to sully the Alliance's name. Now, she was no fool. Every side has it's good and it's evil. But really, do you bother risking messing with evil? Bastille was a grunt, a soldier. Orders were always going to be followed, whether she liked it or not.
Recently, someone has taken an interest, and the Penumbra Dawn's higher-than-higher-ups wanted a piece of what this new squad could do.
What should we call you? - Edi.
Roleplaying Experience - 9+ years.
Where did you find us? - Was already here!
Prove Yourself - Shiny.
Post Script - Character is for the Penumbra Dawn. :]
Other characters - Edith Hunter & Sam Grady.
How we should contact you - PMz.
Roleplay Example -
White, dusty blinds let through a pale, off-colour sun. It bathed the room in a dusky blue haze that almost didn't seem real. It didn't help she was also in a haze of drugged-up and numbed to the point of nothing. Part of her preferred at least some discomfort to know she was still alive, but considering her situation it was going to take some time to deal with it. So what did she do? She closed that single remaining eye, and shut out the soft lighting from the sun, and just reflected on her finer moments. Something to try and uplift her spirits, you know? Not that Aeryn Bastille was known for her great enthusiasm or chipper nature. Wrong sibling for that.
It all boiled down to that fight. And she relived it over and over. The thick smell of choking grey smoke in the air, the heat of flames, the creak of falling support struts. The pain lacing up her arm from that missed punch, the already weak wood caving in. It cut into her uniform, it dug into her skin. She'd managed to give the Browncoat a swift kick in the gut, send her tumbling away, but the other was recovering. Hate-fueled. Revenge-driven. Aeryn felt the scrape against her flesh as she moved, and pretty much just yanked her arm clear of the wall, wood splintering outwards as she brought her fists up to guard. Of course it was painful, she'd cried out, too. She'd felt the blood running down her throbbing arm. Thought it was a bad kind of pain-- didn't know the half of it, yet. That wouldn't be the worst thing to happen.
Now, when she was pinned down on the floor, that'd be the worst thing to ever happen. Aeryn had always been pretty strong. Strong was her thing, you know? Dorian was smart and decisive, Savi was quick and wily. She had this unrelenting nature, just kept fighting no matter what. Right then, she had been losing. Figured she'd have a knife embedded in her skull not too long after.
...Nope. Alliance-approved fire just tore it's way through brown-coloured coat and covered that hateful woman in holes and red. She had been jarred, the knife had dropped down, but instead of the death she had envisioned, Aeryn was just in a worse pain that she'd ever known. One hand clutched over her face, she swore still the air was blue at the other troops, calling them all names under the sun for such reckless fire. They could've even been the ones to kill her if they'd let their aim slip. She was gorram lucky to be alive.
"Almost got lost. Nurses around here are pretty sombre. They used to smile when I was younger-- used to be prettier, too." A slight chuckle rang out in the din, and Aeryn lazily opened her one eye, let the memories fade away and fixed it on the man pulling up a seat. He made one of those 'gettin' old' kind of grunts as he sat on down. Got all comfy.
She looked him in the eye for a moment, matched that same single gaze to his two eyes. Aeryn had always kind of taken after him in looks. Never the attitude, though. Saul was always ready with a joke. Always looking to bother folks until they cheered up. Probably why he was here. Her gaze drifted back towards the window, though, and he cleared his throat before he carried on despite it.
"Soldiers always fall in battle some way. You were lucky you made it out, y'know? I got some friends didn't make it. Sad families. You did--"
"Don't say I did good. I did something stupid and reckless and got cut off. Don't say you're proud, either." Her voice was a little hoarse and underused.
Saul Bastille chuckled lightly, shook his head. Knew his own daughter better than anyone else alive, and wasn't about to just give up and leave her be. That wouldn't be Saul. He had to poke and prod 'til the other person finally gave in and cracked a smile. However weak or forced.
"Still proud of you." He teased. "Still did your best."
"Doesn't make me feel any less useless now." She retorted, her voice rather bland. Like she'd already given up.
Saul paused, cleared his throat, and glanced towards the door, "Where is that girl with my coffee, I swear she better not be in the gift shop buyin' all the balloons-- I was kiddin'..."
The humour in his voice died out, and eventually he put his hand on hers. Expression turned serious, a little stony.
"You're still alive, Aeryn. You're still a soldier. I'll make it an order if you like, but I'm not going to. Just don't give up because of this. You keep on going."
Aeryn didn't say much after that, but she did listen.
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