Full Name: Dalry Soumers
Known as: Ry
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Appearance:
Vocation: Cleaner, nanny, anything that pays and lets her work.
History: Dalry was a member of the UWLA since she was sixteen, lying about her age and signing up, she served for twelve years, though in all that time, she only ever achieved the rank of Corporal. She was a follower, not a leader. Even the privates under her, she viewed more as friends together in a team than underlings. She was a well liked ally, and a damn good soldier. And then the Nomad came.
Her first ever mission face to face with them was her last. It was a massacre. She'd never seen anything like it. Dalry survived, but when she came back, she was broken. Even the doctors had never seen PTSD this bad. She was a gibbering wreck to such an extent that it took a year and a half of treatment and therapy before she was discharged and given a pension, as well as a room to herself in a hostel on RX3248. It's a quiet life, though she has had a hard time finding work due to her nervousness and mental state. She cannot deal with people in a professional manner lest she break down with no warning. She cannot work in any job where it would be inappropriate if her hands or feet started to judder uncontrollably without warning. She even briefly tried a soldier's role but the moment a gun was placed in her hand, she screamed and emptied the whole clip into a wall screaming "NOMADS!"
Known as: Ry
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 33
Appearance:
Vocation: Cleaner, nanny, anything that pays and lets her work.
History: Dalry was a member of the UWLA since she was sixteen, lying about her age and signing up, she served for twelve years, though in all that time, she only ever achieved the rank of Corporal. She was a follower, not a leader. Even the privates under her, she viewed more as friends together in a team than underlings. She was a well liked ally, and a damn good soldier. And then the Nomad came.
Her first ever mission face to face with them was her last. It was a massacre. She'd never seen anything like it. Dalry survived, but when she came back, she was broken. Even the doctors had never seen PTSD this bad. She was a gibbering wreck to such an extent that it took a year and a half of treatment and therapy before she was discharged and given a pension, as well as a room to herself in a hostel on RX3248. It's a quiet life, though she has had a hard time finding work due to her nervousness and mental state. She cannot deal with people in a professional manner lest she break down with no warning. She cannot work in any job where it would be inappropriate if her hands or feet started to judder uncontrollably without warning. She even briefly tried a soldier's role but the moment a gun was placed in her hand, she screamed and emptied the whole clip into a wall screaming "NOMADS!"