Post by Dee on May 31, 2013 19:36:38 GMT -5
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Name: Mairin Ivers
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 119 lbs
Birth place: Dantooine, Kylah Region
Appearance:
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Mairin, unsurprisingly, knows how to take care of herself. She's thin but healthy, light skinned but not pale. Her hair is black and always kept fairly short. Practical for her work, as she tends to like to keep things. Her eyes are hazel, fairly dark, dully colored, though that appearance may be attributed just as much to the typically serious expression on her face as it is to their actual color. Makeup is usually absent from her features as she rarely sees the point of it. A long, light scar runs along the length of her right cheek.
She has an air of seriousness about her. As if she's incapable of smiling or rarely finds things amusing. That's not the complete truth of it, of course. She just happens not to be a very emotionally animated person. Outwardly, she doesn't often show how she's feeling and she doesn't seem to think there's anything wrong with that. It does however make her occasional smirk, smile or enthusiastic laughter all the more noticeable and attention grabbing.
Her clothing is all fairly simple and functional. Pants, tank tops, shirts, shoes... none of them really stand out or are eye catching and that's exactly how she likes it. While working with patients she'll often wear gloves or any other needed protective clothing, if possible and the situation allows. She's a professional, after all. If seen without a shirt more light scarring of her skin is revealed on her torso, what appear to be claw marks on one side and some more indistinguishable markings on the other. Her DLA tattoo is displayed on her upper left arm, easily showed by a rolling up of her sleeve.
Personality:
Some would call her grumpy and humorless. Some would say she's uptight and harsh. If she were older, others might call her a curmudgeon. All of them may be right, to some degree.
Mairin is a stern, focused individual. She takes her work and her responsibilities very seriously, and that attitude seems to extend even when she's "off the clock" so to speak. To see her genuinely smile or show outward amusement is more rare than it would be for your average person. She's not so bad as to be compared to an emotionless droid with the people skills of a stone statue; she's simply not social in the same way most would be.
She is, without a doubt, a strong practitioner of tough love. She's often very snarky in her interactions with others and no one is safe from it. She's known to scold her patients for their brash or stupid actions while tending unfalteringly to their injuries. She doesn't abide terrible excuses or overly dramatic displays, and the use of either in her presence makes one an open target for her less than gentle disapproval. These types of interactions aren't exclusive to only certain groups of people. She has developed a great fondness for most of the members of the DLA, seeing many as friends and some as extensions of family, but not even they are safe. Strangers, friends, family... Everyone experiences this side of her.
Regardless, to say that she lacks empathy would be incorrect and likely taken as an insult by her. Someone who dedicates herself to such an occupation willingly and as diligently as she does cannot lack compassion. She values every life and cares about the fate of every being who ends up under her care. She is devoted to making sure that she exhausts every possible option, and refuses to give up on someone until the very end. Her patients and their well-being are her top priority, always, even when possibly detrimental to herself.
Mairin's not a weak-willed woman by any means. She has experienced a lot in the past few years and it's given her a mental fortitude for some of the more disturbing sights one might see in their lifetime. Panic has to put up quite a fight if it wants to take a hold of her. She keeps her cool in even the most stressful of situations because she knows that doing otherwise could cost someone their life.
The one vice she struggles with is an addiction to cigarettes. She's aware of the irony. Does she care? Probably not.
Occupation: Paramedic/Dantooine Liberation Army Medic
Rank: Medic
Skills:
Advanced Paramedic Training
High speed driving (Speeders)
Equipment:
Medkit
Blaster Pistol
Ships/Vehicles: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Mairin was born in the fall of 3627 BBY, the fourth and final child born into the Ivers family. It was a fairly normal birth. There were no complications and she was a perfectly typical, healthy child. Her parents were overjoyed at the birth of their first and only daughter. Their one worry, the one they had felt with all of their previous children as well, was the fear of possibly having to choose to give her up or not. They were spared from ever having to make the difficult decision, as the girl was found to not be force sensitive in any way. A fact that they were silently relieved and grateful for.
Her family lived in a small farming village in the fields of Dantooine. Her parents didn't own much of their own land, only a small plot on which their home rested along with some room for a small collection of animals. They were simple folks who both worked as hired help for one of the much larger estates nearby. They were well taken care of, and neither they or their children ever wanted for much. Their simple life was fine enough for them. Mairin was the youngest child, and the only girl among three older brothers. As one might imagine, growing up brought the experience of a lot of teasing, arguing, and the occasional scrap among siblings.
Even as a child Mairin was surprisingly serious, though it was not extreme enough to cause any alarm or concern in her youngest years. It was a pretty typical childhood for the most part with nothing too unusual or out of the ordinary occurring. Even so young it was clear that she was bright and a fast learner, often taking well to new knowledge and experiences. She was a quiet child but she wasn't shy, and she was rarely badly behaved (at least no more so than any other youngling).
As she grew older her parents realized that she wasn't a very creative child in the traditional sense. She seemed to have no talent or interest for anything that would be considered artistic, no matter how many different kinds her parents tried to introduce her to. She didn't really enjoy drawing or coloring like most children, nor did she have a knack for writing interesting stories. The desire - and skill - to make music or play an instrument of some kind: non-existent to her. It worried them at first. How could a child have such little imagination or curiosity?
Their worries were laid to rest when they finally realized that she in fact did not lack these things, they were simply not introducing the right stimuli. The girl shined when it came to solving puzzles and problems, and fixing things which were broken. She could think up solutions and methods that were surprisingly complicated for her age.
When they realized that, her parents understood that it made perfect sense. Their daughter had always preferred to play with toys and games that required a bit more thought, or involved building and creating. The girl had creativity, curiosity, and imagination... they were just of a different kind and in a different form. They began to give her gifts of small models, often of types of droids or starships, and she immediately took to them. It was a favored activity, a hobby that would stick with her for the rest of her life.
When Mairin was eleven she had her first experience with caring for another living creature. One morning after a particularly nasty storm the night before the girl came across a young, still not fully grown kath hound that had sought shelter nearby their property. The creature had an injury on its leg that kept it from being able to move very well. Mairin's first thought was to help the creature, and though it was wary of her at first, after a few days of her bringing it food and water and even some small toys to play with, it seemed to warm to her. Eventually enough that she was able to pet it and take a look at its leg.
When the girl told her parents about the injured kath hound they were wary at first, but did help their daughter care for it and even allowed it to remain as a pet of sorts while it recovered. Mairin grew very attached to the creature and spent much of her time with it. Which sadly, made it much harder on her when her parents told her that she couldn't keep the kath hound forever, and it was time to let it go. It was a wild animal, and belonged out in the fields. Little Mairin was devastated, but obeyed her parents and the beloved creature was released. Her parents reassured her that they knew it hurt, but that she had done the right thing. "Sometimes we can't keep the things or people we love", they told her. It was a difficult lesson to learn for a young girl, but an important one at any age.
She had some friends here and there that came and went as she aged, but there was no doubt that her closest and most important relationships were the ones she shared with her family. Especially her brothers. Regardless of the typical sibling rivalry that sometimes showed itself and the usual teasing, family was important to them and they formed an unbreakable bond over the years, one that truly solidified the older they became. Mairin was very close to her brothers and vice versa, and they were all very protective of their baby sister. She wasn't exactly a fragile girl and also showed little interest in relationships, so her brothers didn't have to worry much on either of those fronts. Of course, that didn't mean that they never did.
As a teenager Mairin was still more or less fairly typical if not a little quiet, serious, and somewhat antisocial at times. She was still closest to her brothers, and the four of them spent a great deal of time together. Her brothers had taken up shooting as a hobby after being taught how to use hunting rifles by their father. They would often go out into the fields and set up makeshift targets to shoot at. Mairin didn't share this hobby, though she would often tag along with them and at times they would prod her enough to get her to try her hand at it. Then promptly teased her as she completely missed.
On one of these fairly usual outings Mairin - fifteen at the time - decided to wander a bit while her brothers goofed off. She could still see them and hear their voices and laughing in the distance as in her exploring she stumbled upon a small, young kath hound pup. Nostalgic for the creature she had cared for years before, and feeling sympathy for this pup who she assumed to have been abandoned, she approached the pup and began to interact and play with it.
While playing what she thought was a harmless little game of tug-of-war using a stick she'd found on the ground nearby, the teenager thought to herself that she should take the animal home and care for it. Distracted by her thoughts and by playing with the pup, Mairin had let her guard down and didn't notice that as it turned out, it was not so abandoned. Its mother came along and instantly went into attack mode, viewing Mairin as a threat to her offspring. Before the girl had a chance to do anything she found herself pinned to the ground, the large kath hound clawing at and tearing viciously into her torso with its teeth. Her brothers heard her screams and rushed to their sister's aid, scaring off the attacking creature and its pup with shots from their rifles.
The next few days were mostly a blur for Mairin. She shifted in and out of consciousness often. She had been rushed to the nearest hospital where she was put in a kolto tank and remained critical for a few days time. Her condition eventually improved much to the relief of her terrified family. When she was awake and aware enough of her surroundings she was told about what had happened, and how it was thanks to the quick response of paramedics and the diligent work of the doctors that she was alive. They had even almost lost her once before she even made it to the hospital, but she had been resuscitated by the paramedics.
It was a bit much for a young teenage girl to take in at first. The thought that she had almost died was a scary and surreal one, but she had never been one to display such types of strong emotions outwardly. Rather she chose to deal with it internally on her own. What helped her come to terms with it was knowing that there were people who were dedicated to saving her life and had done so. She was more grateful to them than she knew how to show. It was as a result that Mairin realized what she wanted to do with her life; she wanted to help others. She wanted to save lives and give people a chance at survival, as she had been given herself. She could think of no better way to live the life she had been given back.
Her family wasn't wealthy. None of her brothers had gone to school because they simply couldn't afford it, and that wasn't going to suddenly change for her. Her only chance to go into the field she wanted was to work as hard as she could toward earning scholarships and aid. Mairin had never been more determined about anything else in her life, and she told herself that without a doubt she would make it happen. She dove fully into her schoolwork and her studies. It became her main focus and main priority. She did anything and everything that would give her valuable experience and look good on an application.
Her hard work paid off. When she was eighteen she earned herself a scholarship and financial aid which allowed her to go to school in Usine, the largest city on the planet. Mairin was not often one to be especially outwardly emotive about things, but her family knew how important this was to her and how happy it made her regardless, and all of them congratulated her and told her how proud they were of her. It was strange and bittersweet when she left home for the first time. Her parents made her give her word to keep in touch often and her brothers teased her about being the first "city girl" in the family, and made her promise to come visit home whenever she could. She would miss them all, but she was ready to see her dream become a reality, and she left without hesitation or regret; of course, not before assuring them all that she would keep the promises she had made to them.
Going from living in a small town in the fields of Dantooine to living in the largest city in existence on the whole of the planet was a huge change for Mairin. It took some getting used to and took some time for the young woman to adapt, but in time she did. She lived in the dorms on the campus of her school, as she couldn't afford to live elsewhere just yet. For years Mairin had devoted herself to her studies and now that she was in college she continued to do just that.
She had decided to pursue the career of a paramedic. She knew that the job would be an important one and as far as she saw it, it required her to take it seriously and put all of the effort she could into it. Her social life suffered due to her priorities, but that didn't bother her very much. She did have friends that she would interact with on occasion, usually others who were studying the same field as herself, but Mairin was not someone who was seen at any parties or non-academic related events.
She graduated with honors near the very top of her class and was quick to find herself a job, working as a paramedic aboard ambulances for a large hospital in the city. She soon discovered that there was still a huge gap between education and the full experience. It was a hectic and stressful environment that she would need to fully find her place in. She still had a great deal to learn, and experience was the only way she was going to learn it.
Mairin's job was her life. As her schoolwork had been before, her job was her top priority beating out all other concerns in the woman's mind. She did the very best she could, took in all the new knowledge and experience she was learning out in the field and using it to better herself and her skills. It was not an instant process that Mairin went from an inexperienced woman to an expert. It took time as it would for all people. But Mairin had always been a fast learner, and her devotion to her job only served to hasten the pace at which she became better and better at it.
Over the years she saw and experienced a lot of things she would have never quite expected. She saw a great deal of injuries minor and severe, and at times the unavoidable death. They were difficult things for anyone to learn how to deal with but like anyone who was to succeed in such a profession, Mairin had to. With time she learned to handle the stress, to deal with the sometimes disturbing and graphic sights, and to keep calm even in the most hectic situations. She learned to do what she had to do, to overcome whatever she had to overcome, to save the lives of her patients.
She also more unfortunately for her own health learned the habit of smoking, which she picked up from a couple of her coworkers. It started out as a way to relax after a particularly stressful day, but it seemed that not even Mairin was immune to the effects of addiction. What started as a minor, occasional thing eventually became something regular and typical. Still, she never allowed this habit to interfere with her work. She never allowed much of anything to do that.
One particular call that she had a part in responding to involved the aftermath of a brawl that had occurred at a cantina. Two inebriated men had gotten into an argument which soon turned violent, beginning with a fist fight and escalating into taking swings and stabs at one another with broken bottles. The men had been separated by the cantina staff and things had calmed down a bit by the time both two police officers and the paramedics - Mairin and two others - arrived at the scene. Yet there was still an air of tension to be felt that made most people present wary. The officers remained, ready to intervene if necessary.
While one of Mairin's partners that night examined one of the men involved in the fight she approached the other who had what appeared to have a bad, still bleeding wound on his head. The man was very drunk and still somewhat irate and didn't want the paramedic near him. Mairin was having none of his refusal to be examined. She knew the wound was deep and severe, and he could possibly have glass stuck in his skull; despite his behavior it needed to be looked at before it led to much greater problems. As she moved to begin treating his wound the man reacted violently, pulling a large shard of glass from a broken bottle that he had hidden away in his coat and lashing out at her, cutting her across her cheek.
The officers leapt into action, overpowering and restraining the man as Mairin judged the severity of the bleeding gash on her face. After applying a quick, temporary bandage to her cheek she went right back to treating her attacker's wound. When her two fellow paramedics tried to convince her to allow them to tend to her injury she waved them off, replying simply that the man's wound was more urgent and continued her work as if nothing had happened.
Her wound was looked at and treated later that same night, and by comparison it wasn't too terrible. She paid it very little mind other than caring for it properly and showed little concern with its existence. It healed up fully in a couple weeks time, but left a light scar running along the length of her right cheek that never fully faded. It being there never seems to bother her. Though she did decide as a result of the event - after some prodding from her family when they found out - to take a self defense course. Nothing too overly complicated, techniques and ways to defend herself in case something similar were to happen again.
Mairin had become an experienced, skilled paramedic over only a few years. She had even gone to great lengths to get every possible certification she could and had an advanced level of paramedical knowledge and techniques. With every day on the job she only learned more. She was good at her job. She knew it, her coworkers knew it, and perhaps most importantly, her patients knew it. She loved what she did and she was happy with her life. She had even begun to put aside some money for a savings in order to one day go to medical school. Things had, it seemed, gone exactly the way she wanted them to.
Everything changed when war broke out between the Republic and the Sith. At first it seemed far away, until the Sith attacked Dantooine in force. It was unexpected and they were unprepared. It wasn't long after the bombing of farmlands, the destruction of many estates, and many civilian casualties, that the Sith were marching into the few cities the planet had, including Usine. The occupation began, and it seemed that the Republic wasn't in a position to help the planet. Life became a lot harder for most of the people of Dantooine after that.
Mairin was not an overtly enthusiastic or emotional person about most things. As a result one would not really expect her to be patriotic. But in fact, she loved Dantooine. It was her home, and its people were her people. She hated watching what the Sith did to her homeworld. The damage they had caused, the lives they had uprooted and destroyed. A feeling of contempt burned silently in her whenever she thought of those invaders. Yet she never did anything too extreme to openly act on it. Times were hard on Dantooine, and in the rapidly changing Usine, and people like her needed to do the best they could to carry on for the good of others.
Her brothers shared her feelings, but they were willing to act on them in more extreme ways. The oldest had married and was the father of two young children, while the other two had remained with their now aging parents helping them with all day to day matters. Because the men all still lived close to each other, it was easy for them to come to their decision together as a group. There were pockets of resistance all over Dantooine, and the brothers became a part of one.
They never outright told their families, both to keep them safe and to keep them from worrying. They would drop the occasional hint or sometimes make veiled comments about it to Mairin when they spoke to her, but that was it. They never tried to bring her into it and never spoke about it outright. They never expected or wanted their sister to join them in their actions; they wanted her to stay safe. But she was a smart woman, was able to put two and two together, and knew what they were likely up to. She would never openly admit to being worried, but this was the most dangerous thing her brothers had ever done and she knew it.
For a while things were as okay as they could be, but it didn't last. A sudden violent clash broke out between some resistance fighters and the Sith, after the Sith had acquired information about their activity and their plans. Mairin's brothers were among them. It was unexpected and the small group of fighters had little to no chance of winning. Two of the brothers were killed in the chaos while the third, the oldest of them, was one of the few who were captured alive. He and those few others were arrested and sent to an undisclosed prison for an undisclosed amount of time. That was the only information their families were given about their fates.
Mairin and her parents were devastated. They had never faced such tragedy, and Mairin had never been more crushed by anything in her life. She had lost two of her brothers, and likely the third, and she grieved for them. It only fed the contempt she had for the Sith and turned it into loathing and resentment. She regretted not being at her brothers' sides as they fought and gave everything. It motivated her to action.
She was no longer content with just doing the best she could to keep living under Sith occupation. It was time to help fight back. It took a few weeks time of researching and piecing information together, but through quietly whispered rumors and word of mouth Mairin was able to make contact with a recruiter for the Dantooine Liberation Army. Plans were made, and she was given time to take care of some things before it became official.
Mairin cleared out the savings she had been keeping over the last couple of years and gave it to her parents and sister-in-law, to help support them. She knew that the owners of the estate her parents had worked for most of their lives had fallen on more difficult times as well, but would take care of her family as they always had. Knowing that the family she had left would be cared for was the most important thing. It was hard not knowing how often she would be able to see them if at all, and to not be able to tell them that, but she knew it was probably the best way to handle the situation. She didn't tell them what she planned to do for their own safety. She kissed them goodbye, told her she loved them, and went on her way as if she were departing from any other typical visit.
Leaving everything she had worked for and everything she had hoped for her future behind, possibly forever, she remembered what her parents had told her so long ago as a child: "Sometimes we can't keep the things or people we love." She knew more than anything how truthful and relevant that lesson was in that moment, not only to herself, but to so many on Dantooine. But she also knew an even greater truth: "That doesn't mean we shouldn't fight for them.", and she intended to. She met again with the recruiter and was brought into the DLA.
Mairin quickly found her place among them. Her skills as a paramedic were put to good use tending to the injuries others fell victim to. It was apparent soon enough what her talents were, that she knew what she was doing and that she did it well. She was given the most basic of blaster training, enough to know how to point and shoot with some minor accuracy in case she ever needed to do more than just patch someone up. She quickly found her way, after only a couple of months, into a place among the core members of the group.
She has quickly formed bonds with many of the other members and has a strong loyalty to the DLA even after only a relatively short time. If she's not out with others acting as a medic she can usually be found in the medbay working along side, assisting, and learning new skills from Surge. As she's been prone to do in her life she's thrown all of her focus into the DLA, and she takes nothing more seriously than its purpose and the well-being of its members. She's not much of a fighter herself, but she'll do her damned best to keep the rest of them fighting.
RP Sample:
The drawer was pulled open and Mairin's shoulders slumped as soon as her eyes were laid on the contents inside. A loud, heavy sigh was breathed out through her nose before she slid the drawer shut again and spoke over her shoulder to the droid standing across the room behind her, "Only six of these stims left." Her tone gave away the clear displeasure. He nodded and tapped at the datapad he held.
Mairin had been in the medbay for the last twenty minutes or so, helping Surge take inventory of their supplies so they could report it to the Commune. The report wasn't a good one. Their supplies had been dwindling, and none of them had been replaced in weeks. She knew it wasn't really anyone's fault, they couldn't magically produce supplies and the shipments they led raids on lately simply hadn't contained anything useful for the medics. That didn't mean it didn't aggravate her. Something had to be done about it and nothing had been yet. Keeping their people alive was a pretty huge priority in her opinion, if you asked her.
The quantity of a few more items were checked, with the same unfortunate results. Mairin shook her head as Surge put the last few numbers into the datapad, "Don't know how the frak they expect us to keep them alive when they keep getting themselves shot faster and more often than they bring us new supplies."
Surge didn't look up as he replied, "We will inform Dutch about the shortages so he can find a solution."
"By inform do you mean 'yell at', because that's exactly what I'll do."
"I will inform him."
"Fine." She watched as the droid departed with his report, disappearing out the medbay door. She sighed again as she took another look around the room of slowly dwindling supplies. It was frustrating to not have the things they needed. But they would make due, of course. They had to.
Name: Mairin Ivers
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'5"
Weight: 119 lbs
Birth place: Dantooine, Kylah Region
Appearance:
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Mairin, unsurprisingly, knows how to take care of herself. She's thin but healthy, light skinned but not pale. Her hair is black and always kept fairly short. Practical for her work, as she tends to like to keep things. Her eyes are hazel, fairly dark, dully colored, though that appearance may be attributed just as much to the typically serious expression on her face as it is to their actual color. Makeup is usually absent from her features as she rarely sees the point of it. A long, light scar runs along the length of her right cheek.
She has an air of seriousness about her. As if she's incapable of smiling or rarely finds things amusing. That's not the complete truth of it, of course. She just happens not to be a very emotionally animated person. Outwardly, she doesn't often show how she's feeling and she doesn't seem to think there's anything wrong with that. It does however make her occasional smirk, smile or enthusiastic laughter all the more noticeable and attention grabbing.
Her clothing is all fairly simple and functional. Pants, tank tops, shirts, shoes... none of them really stand out or are eye catching and that's exactly how she likes it. While working with patients she'll often wear gloves or any other needed protective clothing, if possible and the situation allows. She's a professional, after all. If seen without a shirt more light scarring of her skin is revealed on her torso, what appear to be claw marks on one side and some more indistinguishable markings on the other. Her DLA tattoo is displayed on her upper left arm, easily showed by a rolling up of her sleeve.
Personality:
Some would call her grumpy and humorless. Some would say she's uptight and harsh. If she were older, others might call her a curmudgeon. All of them may be right, to some degree.
Mairin is a stern, focused individual. She takes her work and her responsibilities very seriously, and that attitude seems to extend even when she's "off the clock" so to speak. To see her genuinely smile or show outward amusement is more rare than it would be for your average person. She's not so bad as to be compared to an emotionless droid with the people skills of a stone statue; she's simply not social in the same way most would be.
She is, without a doubt, a strong practitioner of tough love. She's often very snarky in her interactions with others and no one is safe from it. She's known to scold her patients for their brash or stupid actions while tending unfalteringly to their injuries. She doesn't abide terrible excuses or overly dramatic displays, and the use of either in her presence makes one an open target for her less than gentle disapproval. These types of interactions aren't exclusive to only certain groups of people. She has developed a great fondness for most of the members of the DLA, seeing many as friends and some as extensions of family, but not even they are safe. Strangers, friends, family... Everyone experiences this side of her.
Regardless, to say that she lacks empathy would be incorrect and likely taken as an insult by her. Someone who dedicates herself to such an occupation willingly and as diligently as she does cannot lack compassion. She values every life and cares about the fate of every being who ends up under her care. She is devoted to making sure that she exhausts every possible option, and refuses to give up on someone until the very end. Her patients and their well-being are her top priority, always, even when possibly detrimental to herself.
Mairin's not a weak-willed woman by any means. She has experienced a lot in the past few years and it's given her a mental fortitude for some of the more disturbing sights one might see in their lifetime. Panic has to put up quite a fight if it wants to take a hold of her. She keeps her cool in even the most stressful of situations because she knows that doing otherwise could cost someone their life.
The one vice she struggles with is an addiction to cigarettes. She's aware of the irony. Does she care? Probably not.
Occupation: Paramedic/Dantooine Liberation Army Medic
Rank: Medic
Skills:
Advanced Paramedic Training
High speed driving (Speeders)
Equipment:
Medkit
Blaster Pistol
Ships/Vehicles: N/A
Attributes:
Physical Strength: 4
Intelligence: 7
Speed: 4
Leadership: 3
Unarmed: 2
Melee Weapons: 0
Ranged Weapons: 1
Bio:
Mairin was born in the fall of 3627 BBY, the fourth and final child born into the Ivers family. It was a fairly normal birth. There were no complications and she was a perfectly typical, healthy child. Her parents were overjoyed at the birth of their first and only daughter. Their one worry, the one they had felt with all of their previous children as well, was the fear of possibly having to choose to give her up or not. They were spared from ever having to make the difficult decision, as the girl was found to not be force sensitive in any way. A fact that they were silently relieved and grateful for.
Her family lived in a small farming village in the fields of Dantooine. Her parents didn't own much of their own land, only a small plot on which their home rested along with some room for a small collection of animals. They were simple folks who both worked as hired help for one of the much larger estates nearby. They were well taken care of, and neither they or their children ever wanted for much. Their simple life was fine enough for them. Mairin was the youngest child, and the only girl among three older brothers. As one might imagine, growing up brought the experience of a lot of teasing, arguing, and the occasional scrap among siblings.
Even as a child Mairin was surprisingly serious, though it was not extreme enough to cause any alarm or concern in her youngest years. It was a pretty typical childhood for the most part with nothing too unusual or out of the ordinary occurring. Even so young it was clear that she was bright and a fast learner, often taking well to new knowledge and experiences. She was a quiet child but she wasn't shy, and she was rarely badly behaved (at least no more so than any other youngling).
As she grew older her parents realized that she wasn't a very creative child in the traditional sense. She seemed to have no talent or interest for anything that would be considered artistic, no matter how many different kinds her parents tried to introduce her to. She didn't really enjoy drawing or coloring like most children, nor did she have a knack for writing interesting stories. The desire - and skill - to make music or play an instrument of some kind: non-existent to her. It worried them at first. How could a child have such little imagination or curiosity?
Their worries were laid to rest when they finally realized that she in fact did not lack these things, they were simply not introducing the right stimuli. The girl shined when it came to solving puzzles and problems, and fixing things which were broken. She could think up solutions and methods that were surprisingly complicated for her age.
When they realized that, her parents understood that it made perfect sense. Their daughter had always preferred to play with toys and games that required a bit more thought, or involved building and creating. The girl had creativity, curiosity, and imagination... they were just of a different kind and in a different form. They began to give her gifts of small models, often of types of droids or starships, and she immediately took to them. It was a favored activity, a hobby that would stick with her for the rest of her life.
When Mairin was eleven she had her first experience with caring for another living creature. One morning after a particularly nasty storm the night before the girl came across a young, still not fully grown kath hound that had sought shelter nearby their property. The creature had an injury on its leg that kept it from being able to move very well. Mairin's first thought was to help the creature, and though it was wary of her at first, after a few days of her bringing it food and water and even some small toys to play with, it seemed to warm to her. Eventually enough that she was able to pet it and take a look at its leg.
When the girl told her parents about the injured kath hound they were wary at first, but did help their daughter care for it and even allowed it to remain as a pet of sorts while it recovered. Mairin grew very attached to the creature and spent much of her time with it. Which sadly, made it much harder on her when her parents told her that she couldn't keep the kath hound forever, and it was time to let it go. It was a wild animal, and belonged out in the fields. Little Mairin was devastated, but obeyed her parents and the beloved creature was released. Her parents reassured her that they knew it hurt, but that she had done the right thing. "Sometimes we can't keep the things or people we love", they told her. It was a difficult lesson to learn for a young girl, but an important one at any age.
She had some friends here and there that came and went as she aged, but there was no doubt that her closest and most important relationships were the ones she shared with her family. Especially her brothers. Regardless of the typical sibling rivalry that sometimes showed itself and the usual teasing, family was important to them and they formed an unbreakable bond over the years, one that truly solidified the older they became. Mairin was very close to her brothers and vice versa, and they were all very protective of their baby sister. She wasn't exactly a fragile girl and also showed little interest in relationships, so her brothers didn't have to worry much on either of those fronts. Of course, that didn't mean that they never did.
As a teenager Mairin was still more or less fairly typical if not a little quiet, serious, and somewhat antisocial at times. She was still closest to her brothers, and the four of them spent a great deal of time together. Her brothers had taken up shooting as a hobby after being taught how to use hunting rifles by their father. They would often go out into the fields and set up makeshift targets to shoot at. Mairin didn't share this hobby, though she would often tag along with them and at times they would prod her enough to get her to try her hand at it. Then promptly teased her as she completely missed.
On one of these fairly usual outings Mairin - fifteen at the time - decided to wander a bit while her brothers goofed off. She could still see them and hear their voices and laughing in the distance as in her exploring she stumbled upon a small, young kath hound pup. Nostalgic for the creature she had cared for years before, and feeling sympathy for this pup who she assumed to have been abandoned, she approached the pup and began to interact and play with it.
While playing what she thought was a harmless little game of tug-of-war using a stick she'd found on the ground nearby, the teenager thought to herself that she should take the animal home and care for it. Distracted by her thoughts and by playing with the pup, Mairin had let her guard down and didn't notice that as it turned out, it was not so abandoned. Its mother came along and instantly went into attack mode, viewing Mairin as a threat to her offspring. Before the girl had a chance to do anything she found herself pinned to the ground, the large kath hound clawing at and tearing viciously into her torso with its teeth. Her brothers heard her screams and rushed to their sister's aid, scaring off the attacking creature and its pup with shots from their rifles.
The next few days were mostly a blur for Mairin. She shifted in and out of consciousness often. She had been rushed to the nearest hospital where she was put in a kolto tank and remained critical for a few days time. Her condition eventually improved much to the relief of her terrified family. When she was awake and aware enough of her surroundings she was told about what had happened, and how it was thanks to the quick response of paramedics and the diligent work of the doctors that she was alive. They had even almost lost her once before she even made it to the hospital, but she had been resuscitated by the paramedics.
It was a bit much for a young teenage girl to take in at first. The thought that she had almost died was a scary and surreal one, but she had never been one to display such types of strong emotions outwardly. Rather she chose to deal with it internally on her own. What helped her come to terms with it was knowing that there were people who were dedicated to saving her life and had done so. She was more grateful to them than she knew how to show. It was as a result that Mairin realized what she wanted to do with her life; she wanted to help others. She wanted to save lives and give people a chance at survival, as she had been given herself. She could think of no better way to live the life she had been given back.
Her family wasn't wealthy. None of her brothers had gone to school because they simply couldn't afford it, and that wasn't going to suddenly change for her. Her only chance to go into the field she wanted was to work as hard as she could toward earning scholarships and aid. Mairin had never been more determined about anything else in her life, and she told herself that without a doubt she would make it happen. She dove fully into her schoolwork and her studies. It became her main focus and main priority. She did anything and everything that would give her valuable experience and look good on an application.
Her hard work paid off. When she was eighteen she earned herself a scholarship and financial aid which allowed her to go to school in Usine, the largest city on the planet. Mairin was not often one to be especially outwardly emotive about things, but her family knew how important this was to her and how happy it made her regardless, and all of them congratulated her and told her how proud they were of her. It was strange and bittersweet when she left home for the first time. Her parents made her give her word to keep in touch often and her brothers teased her about being the first "city girl" in the family, and made her promise to come visit home whenever she could. She would miss them all, but she was ready to see her dream become a reality, and she left without hesitation or regret; of course, not before assuring them all that she would keep the promises she had made to them.
Going from living in a small town in the fields of Dantooine to living in the largest city in existence on the whole of the planet was a huge change for Mairin. It took some getting used to and took some time for the young woman to adapt, but in time she did. She lived in the dorms on the campus of her school, as she couldn't afford to live elsewhere just yet. For years Mairin had devoted herself to her studies and now that she was in college she continued to do just that.
She had decided to pursue the career of a paramedic. She knew that the job would be an important one and as far as she saw it, it required her to take it seriously and put all of the effort she could into it. Her social life suffered due to her priorities, but that didn't bother her very much. She did have friends that she would interact with on occasion, usually others who were studying the same field as herself, but Mairin was not someone who was seen at any parties or non-academic related events.
She graduated with honors near the very top of her class and was quick to find herself a job, working as a paramedic aboard ambulances for a large hospital in the city. She soon discovered that there was still a huge gap between education and the full experience. It was a hectic and stressful environment that she would need to fully find her place in. She still had a great deal to learn, and experience was the only way she was going to learn it.
Mairin's job was her life. As her schoolwork had been before, her job was her top priority beating out all other concerns in the woman's mind. She did the very best she could, took in all the new knowledge and experience she was learning out in the field and using it to better herself and her skills. It was not an instant process that Mairin went from an inexperienced woman to an expert. It took time as it would for all people. But Mairin had always been a fast learner, and her devotion to her job only served to hasten the pace at which she became better and better at it.
Over the years she saw and experienced a lot of things she would have never quite expected. She saw a great deal of injuries minor and severe, and at times the unavoidable death. They were difficult things for anyone to learn how to deal with but like anyone who was to succeed in such a profession, Mairin had to. With time she learned to handle the stress, to deal with the sometimes disturbing and graphic sights, and to keep calm even in the most hectic situations. She learned to do what she had to do, to overcome whatever she had to overcome, to save the lives of her patients.
She also more unfortunately for her own health learned the habit of smoking, which she picked up from a couple of her coworkers. It started out as a way to relax after a particularly stressful day, but it seemed that not even Mairin was immune to the effects of addiction. What started as a minor, occasional thing eventually became something regular and typical. Still, she never allowed this habit to interfere with her work. She never allowed much of anything to do that.
One particular call that she had a part in responding to involved the aftermath of a brawl that had occurred at a cantina. Two inebriated men had gotten into an argument which soon turned violent, beginning with a fist fight and escalating into taking swings and stabs at one another with broken bottles. The men had been separated by the cantina staff and things had calmed down a bit by the time both two police officers and the paramedics - Mairin and two others - arrived at the scene. Yet there was still an air of tension to be felt that made most people present wary. The officers remained, ready to intervene if necessary.
While one of Mairin's partners that night examined one of the men involved in the fight she approached the other who had what appeared to have a bad, still bleeding wound on his head. The man was very drunk and still somewhat irate and didn't want the paramedic near him. Mairin was having none of his refusal to be examined. She knew the wound was deep and severe, and he could possibly have glass stuck in his skull; despite his behavior it needed to be looked at before it led to much greater problems. As she moved to begin treating his wound the man reacted violently, pulling a large shard of glass from a broken bottle that he had hidden away in his coat and lashing out at her, cutting her across her cheek.
The officers leapt into action, overpowering and restraining the man as Mairin judged the severity of the bleeding gash on her face. After applying a quick, temporary bandage to her cheek she went right back to treating her attacker's wound. When her two fellow paramedics tried to convince her to allow them to tend to her injury she waved them off, replying simply that the man's wound was more urgent and continued her work as if nothing had happened.
Her wound was looked at and treated later that same night, and by comparison it wasn't too terrible. She paid it very little mind other than caring for it properly and showed little concern with its existence. It healed up fully in a couple weeks time, but left a light scar running along the length of her right cheek that never fully faded. It being there never seems to bother her. Though she did decide as a result of the event - after some prodding from her family when they found out - to take a self defense course. Nothing too overly complicated, techniques and ways to defend herself in case something similar were to happen again.
Mairin had become an experienced, skilled paramedic over only a few years. She had even gone to great lengths to get every possible certification she could and had an advanced level of paramedical knowledge and techniques. With every day on the job she only learned more. She was good at her job. She knew it, her coworkers knew it, and perhaps most importantly, her patients knew it. She loved what she did and she was happy with her life. She had even begun to put aside some money for a savings in order to one day go to medical school. Things had, it seemed, gone exactly the way she wanted them to.
Everything changed when war broke out between the Republic and the Sith. At first it seemed far away, until the Sith attacked Dantooine in force. It was unexpected and they were unprepared. It wasn't long after the bombing of farmlands, the destruction of many estates, and many civilian casualties, that the Sith were marching into the few cities the planet had, including Usine. The occupation began, and it seemed that the Republic wasn't in a position to help the planet. Life became a lot harder for most of the people of Dantooine after that.
Mairin was not an overtly enthusiastic or emotional person about most things. As a result one would not really expect her to be patriotic. But in fact, she loved Dantooine. It was her home, and its people were her people. She hated watching what the Sith did to her homeworld. The damage they had caused, the lives they had uprooted and destroyed. A feeling of contempt burned silently in her whenever she thought of those invaders. Yet she never did anything too extreme to openly act on it. Times were hard on Dantooine, and in the rapidly changing Usine, and people like her needed to do the best they could to carry on for the good of others.
Her brothers shared her feelings, but they were willing to act on them in more extreme ways. The oldest had married and was the father of two young children, while the other two had remained with their now aging parents helping them with all day to day matters. Because the men all still lived close to each other, it was easy for them to come to their decision together as a group. There were pockets of resistance all over Dantooine, and the brothers became a part of one.
They never outright told their families, both to keep them safe and to keep them from worrying. They would drop the occasional hint or sometimes make veiled comments about it to Mairin when they spoke to her, but that was it. They never tried to bring her into it and never spoke about it outright. They never expected or wanted their sister to join them in their actions; they wanted her to stay safe. But she was a smart woman, was able to put two and two together, and knew what they were likely up to. She would never openly admit to being worried, but this was the most dangerous thing her brothers had ever done and she knew it.
For a while things were as okay as they could be, but it didn't last. A sudden violent clash broke out between some resistance fighters and the Sith, after the Sith had acquired information about their activity and their plans. Mairin's brothers were among them. It was unexpected and the small group of fighters had little to no chance of winning. Two of the brothers were killed in the chaos while the third, the oldest of them, was one of the few who were captured alive. He and those few others were arrested and sent to an undisclosed prison for an undisclosed amount of time. That was the only information their families were given about their fates.
Mairin and her parents were devastated. They had never faced such tragedy, and Mairin had never been more crushed by anything in her life. She had lost two of her brothers, and likely the third, and she grieved for them. It only fed the contempt she had for the Sith and turned it into loathing and resentment. She regretted not being at her brothers' sides as they fought and gave everything. It motivated her to action.
She was no longer content with just doing the best she could to keep living under Sith occupation. It was time to help fight back. It took a few weeks time of researching and piecing information together, but through quietly whispered rumors and word of mouth Mairin was able to make contact with a recruiter for the Dantooine Liberation Army. Plans were made, and she was given time to take care of some things before it became official.
Mairin cleared out the savings she had been keeping over the last couple of years and gave it to her parents and sister-in-law, to help support them. She knew that the owners of the estate her parents had worked for most of their lives had fallen on more difficult times as well, but would take care of her family as they always had. Knowing that the family she had left would be cared for was the most important thing. It was hard not knowing how often she would be able to see them if at all, and to not be able to tell them that, but she knew it was probably the best way to handle the situation. She didn't tell them what she planned to do for their own safety. She kissed them goodbye, told her she loved them, and went on her way as if she were departing from any other typical visit.
Leaving everything she had worked for and everything she had hoped for her future behind, possibly forever, she remembered what her parents had told her so long ago as a child: "Sometimes we can't keep the things or people we love." She knew more than anything how truthful and relevant that lesson was in that moment, not only to herself, but to so many on Dantooine. But she also knew an even greater truth: "That doesn't mean we shouldn't fight for them.", and she intended to. She met again with the recruiter and was brought into the DLA.
Mairin quickly found her place among them. Her skills as a paramedic were put to good use tending to the injuries others fell victim to. It was apparent soon enough what her talents were, that she knew what she was doing and that she did it well. She was given the most basic of blaster training, enough to know how to point and shoot with some minor accuracy in case she ever needed to do more than just patch someone up. She quickly found her way, after only a couple of months, into a place among the core members of the group.
She has quickly formed bonds with many of the other members and has a strong loyalty to the DLA even after only a relatively short time. If she's not out with others acting as a medic she can usually be found in the medbay working along side, assisting, and learning new skills from Surge. As she's been prone to do in her life she's thrown all of her focus into the DLA, and she takes nothing more seriously than its purpose and the well-being of its members. She's not much of a fighter herself, but she'll do her damned best to keep the rest of them fighting.
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The drawer was pulled open and Mairin's shoulders slumped as soon as her eyes were laid on the contents inside. A loud, heavy sigh was breathed out through her nose before she slid the drawer shut again and spoke over her shoulder to the droid standing across the room behind her, "Only six of these stims left." Her tone gave away the clear displeasure. He nodded and tapped at the datapad he held.
Mairin had been in the medbay for the last twenty minutes or so, helping Surge take inventory of their supplies so they could report it to the Commune. The report wasn't a good one. Their supplies had been dwindling, and none of them had been replaced in weeks. She knew it wasn't really anyone's fault, they couldn't magically produce supplies and the shipments they led raids on lately simply hadn't contained anything useful for the medics. That didn't mean it didn't aggravate her. Something had to be done about it and nothing had been yet. Keeping their people alive was a pretty huge priority in her opinion, if you asked her.
The quantity of a few more items were checked, with the same unfortunate results. Mairin shook her head as Surge put the last few numbers into the datapad, "Don't know how the frak they expect us to keep them alive when they keep getting themselves shot faster and more often than they bring us new supplies."
Surge didn't look up as he replied, "We will inform Dutch about the shortages so he can find a solution."
"By inform do you mean 'yell at', because that's exactly what I'll do."
"I will inform him."
"Fine." She watched as the droid departed with his report, disappearing out the medbay door. She sighed again as she took another look around the room of slowly dwindling supplies. It was frustrating to not have the things they needed. But they would make due, of course. They had to.
