Savi Bastille

[Savi Bastille]

Savi Aela Bastille




"Way up in the air, you're finally free.
And you can stay up there right next to me."

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Full Name - Savi Aela Bastille
Nicknames/Alias - Savs, Bastille.
Age - 27
Date of Birth - April 1st.
Gender - Female.
Sexual Orientation - Heterosexual
Affiliation - Alliance
Occupation -Alliance Naval Lt., Dropship Pilot.

Play-By - Kate Beckinsale
Build - Short-ish, feminine but athletic build.
Height & Weight - 5'4" 1/2, 120lbs
Hair - Deep brown, nearly waist length with a splash of some curl.
Eyes - Vivid blue.
Unique Features - Left hip.
-Both ears pierced.
Dressing Style - When on the job she's in her uniform with her hair pulled back, though still manages to make her hair appear feminine and styled.
Off duty she is much more laid back and takes pride in choosing her wardrobe. Usually consisting of comfortable, vibrant colored; well more lively than Aeryns at least, clothing.

Other - anything else you'd like to add?

Likes - suckers[the candy not the people], colors, when fun attacks, pestering Aeryn on occasion, pranks, sarcasm, jokes, music, lots of things that would take up too much space.
Dislikes - Arguments, being afraid, shots, bugs of any kind, getting lost, awkward silences.
Quirks/Habits - If with the right commander, and caught at the right moment, Savi hums when she pilots. In fact, she hums a lot. Always has a sucker on her. Where some people smoke, Savi eats suckers.
Fears - Losing Aeryn or Dorian.
Secrets - If you make her laugh hard enough she will begin to squeak like a mouse. She looks up to Aeryn, don't tell her otherwise Savi might have to kill you.
Strengths - Keeping a level head, making Aeryn smile when she doesn't want to [even if it's just a tiny one], recognizing constellations, decent marksman, better with a ship, quick on her feet.
Weaknesses - Suckers, overpowered on strength easily, family, sometimes sarcasm gets her into trouble.
Talents/Special Abilities - Languages, piloting, making people smile.
Aspirations - To make Aeryn, and her father; even if he has passed, proud.
Overall Personality - Savi is in short a jokester. The woman enjoys her job. She enjoys her life. It's rare to see her upset about anything. She's simply naturally chipper, but in a very sarcastic manner. Even in the bright and early morning when everyone around her is grumbling and fighting over the coffee pot Savi is still grinning like a fool and humming to herself. She often jokes and isn't under pranks, never on the job of course... Well, depending on the commander. She's quirky and laid back, but when on the job she can take things serious.

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include whatever details you'd like - the more the better!
For example; full name, age(or age they died at), occupation, status(living or deceased), affiliation..etc

Father - Col. Saul Bastille, 56 at death, Alliance Soldier.
Mother - Marie Bastille, 61, alive, Alliance.
Siblings - Maj. Dorian Bastille, 39, alive, Alliance Officer
Sergeant Major Aeryn Bastille, 36, alive, Alliance Commando.
Other Significant People - N/A
Pets - past and/or present
Your History - Savi was the smallest, and youngest, of the Bastille brood. That being said her small stature in comparison to the rest of her family had no hindrance on her personality. She had plenty to fill the empty space above her head. And her siblings learned this all too quickly. From early childhood she took after her father, Saul Bastille. Savi, like Saul, was a complete jokester. Her way of speech was usually riddled with sarcasm, and pranks were never beneath her. But despite the complete difference between personalities Savi grew very close to her older sister.

It was the reason she poked fun at her and pranked her so often.

Savi idolized her stoic sister, much like her sister idolized their father. So when they elder sister chose to join the Alliance military right out of school Savi knew that one day she'd follow her path, their fathers path. She worked hard in school, especially knowing that Aeryn was off somewhere working her behind off to be the best soldier the verse has ever seen. Her mother, however, did her very best to steer her youngest daughter away from the military life. Instead she pushed Savi to follow a course that she could have easily excelled in as well. Linguistics. After all Savi had developed speaking skills much faster than was normal. That being said she had been rather gifted learning other languages. By age seven she had already been speaking two different languages; not including English and Mandarin, fluently. German and Russian. As she grew older, knowing her sister was fighting a war, she began to see where she wanted to go in her own life, much to her mothers disdain.

It was obvious at an early age that she would never be a soldier. She was too small, too weak. Fast, yes, but easily overpowered. So she looked to the sky, and decided to take it for herself. She would be a pilot, but not just any pilot. She wanted to see the action, drop the soldiers, and rain fire should need arise.

Dropships, baby, that's where the fun was at.

Her mind was set so at eighteen, fresh out of school, she joined the Naval Acadamy. Her father, though he had hoped she would follow his and her sisters footsteps to gruntsville, was very proud of her decision. The war had ended so neither her father nor her mother need fear she would be sent straight to battle as the rumors were. But after only one year in the Academy she was forced come home. Why? Because her father had died, and she hadn't been there to help him. Guilt tore at her as she had to face her family. She felt as if she had betrayed her father, having left him here to die with just her neurotic mother for company. It was one of the only times in Savi's life that she hadn't been chipper.

The darkest day in Savi history.

After returning to the Academy her guilt turned to resolve. From that day fourth she worked her fingers to the bone to excel in everything they threw at her. Of course she wasn't the best at everything, but she certainly turned a few heads on inspection. For two more years she did this, and all the while she studied different languages in her pass time. Finally at twenty-two she graduated the Academy with a bright future ahead of her and another four languages under her belt. French, Spanish, Finnish, and Latin. Latin had been a pain to learn. But now she felt the need to move ever further and thus enrolled into Naval flight school. For another year she trained to pilot heavy combat vessels and dropships. It was incredibly challenging and more than a little exhilarating. More and more she grew to love piloting until it simply ran through her blood. Finally at twenty-three she received her license. But the journey was far from over.

Another two years passed and she did as her commanding officers ordered. Her posts were mediocre at best, never eventful, but at least she got to fly. It gave her experience, which was important in her line of work; for obvious reasons. But at the ripe age of twenty-five she was ready for something more interesting. Savi decided to volunteered to sign up for the Spec Ops program, needing a bit more zest in her nest.

Training to work with Special Forces was the rush she had been craving. The drills were intense and challenging, the simulations were mind numbingly realistic. The SERE (survival, evasion, resistance, escape) training had been the most difficult. Training to withhold information that could potentially save your limbs, or at worst your life. The idea that she might get shot down and tortured for information was frightening, but Savi pushed her way through it. Aeryn would be able to do it without blinking. Savi had to do her family proud. After those eight months were complete she felt ragged from all the hard work, but more than read for some real action.

For the last two years she's been sent between squads, placed where she was most needed for a time and then shipped to someone new. But recently she has been assigned to a new, more permanent, team. Strangely enough, her sisters team. Now Savi is more that itching to get started, having been recruited to a most prestigious Commando team.

Who know what kind of misbehavin' will ensue?

(Pranks. Loooooots of pranks)

What should we call you? - MISTRESS OF THE DREAM -cough- I mean Hannii
Roleplaying Experience - Too much. WAY too much. Why else would I have 938590348590243 characters?
Where did you find us? - I didn't. It came to me in a vision... There were faces and names that were blurred to me.. Yet my fingers typed the address in like I were here everyday. Oh wait.. I am here everyday !
Prove Yourself - Hell naw. Do I look like some goody two shoes? All Shiny for the MAN?!
Post Script - P. Dawn here I come... again?
Other characters - <_<;; Harper, Emery, Siobhan, Aislinn, and Isi if she hasn't been deleted yet.
How we should contact you - See Harper Montgomery's app for that info.
Roleplay Example -
Savi glanced over at the clock. 4:55 A.M. Silently she cursed to herself, leaning over her bunk mates hideous feet. Kampton was his name and she had made his life an ever living nightmare. She was being transferred, so he could think of this as her going away gift. She opened the small bottle of superglue and gingerly covered his toes in the clear liquid. Slow drying, fast acting. She'd have five minutes to get this finished and climb back into bed.

No problem.

Savi silently snickered to herself, the sucker in her mouth clicking against her teeth. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he tried to remove his socks. The shock of it all would be enough to keep her entertained until she arrived on the Penumbra Dawn. She had yet to meet this knew team, but the rumors floating around it told her enough. It was high stakes, so honored was an understatement. Yet the biggest surprise was yet to come, she still had no idea she'd be working with her big sister.

Savi sat back from the disgusting pair of phalanges and grinned. She popped the cherry flavored sugar stick from her mouth and tromped back into bed. Vivid blue eyes closed just as the alarms blared over the loud speaker. Both Savi and Kampton rose just like every morning. He groggily began to thrown on his uniform while Savi stretched and made a show. He threw on his socks and his boots and looked back at her in quiet resolve.

"Hurry up or you'll be late for you last day."

Savi nodded, rubbing her eyes and reaching for her uniform.

-Later on that evening.-

The time had finally come. Everyone had gone to grab their off the clock clothes for Savi's little party. She slipped into the room, having already thrown on her favorite pair of jeans. It was then that Kampton sat down on his bed and began unlacing his boots. She threw on an over shirt and searched for her favorite hat.

"3... 2... 1..." She whispered to herself.

"What the-"

Savi turned to grin at him, already popping another sucker into her mouth. She opened the door to their room, cackling. "A parting gift." She cooed, blowing him a kiss. She closed the door and took off running.

Not two seconds later she heard the door knob slam against the stopper.

"SAVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!" He howled, chasing after her.

Man, she was gonna miss this crew.

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