Martha Wheatley
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Martha Wheately Basic Information Date of Birth: [1888:September: 12] Gender: Female Age: 41 Rank: Captain Height: 5” 5’ Weight: 153 lbs Loadout Class: Officer Perk: Greyhound Primary: M1911 Secondary: Calvary Sword Tertiary (Utility): Trench Whistle, mining Pick
Description She is a person who is very protective of her troops and doesn’t throw them into mindless slaughters. Though during times of long-distance travel, she becomes Anxious and worried that something might happen. She is overall a very loyal person, staying true to the Nation, with a need to be in charge of things. She wears the standard nation Officer uniform, and is a
Backstory She started in the low ranks of the Nation, feeling put out. This caused her to be overaggressive. She lashed out at ranks lower than her for not paying attention to their actions. During the Early days of her training, she had trouble finding which color was red or green. This became apparent do to her being a dichromat. Since she loved doing the work, she worked hard to train herself to learn which shade of grey is Green, and which one is Red. She passed the final exam and was put into the army as a conscript, one with an Equine. She was sent on many missions, mainly scouting missions, but one mission would stay with her. The officer in charge gave the orders to turn a corner without clearing it, She argued against the action as the small scout party rounded the corner. There was a loud bang, one that made her cover her ears. She was dazed by this, but when she looked back up at the Officer, she saw his face, which had pure horror on it. She turned around to see the rest of the scouting party, well, what remained, splayed on the walls. Her ears rang for weeks; they still do sometimes. The memories of how they died gave rise to the belief that the tin bomb and dynamite trap were used, a combo she fears too much. She blames herself for their deaths. If only she were in charge, she would have been able to save them all. She freezes sometimes when she sees a Jaeger messing around with a tin bomb. She is now overprotective of troops under her command, not wanting any of them to die in the same way.
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