The Peacemaker
She / Her
32
January 25
Pallet Town, Kanto
Heterosexual...?
Veterinarian
Head Prof / Major
My legacy is in the lives I save
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Eva Morales
Eva was easily an example of why you don’t judge a book by its cover. She exemplified the meaning of ‘small but mighty’ and ‘it’s not size, it’s attitude’. There was little Eva found she was unable to accomplish if she set her mind to it. Well, all but leading a normal life. But honestly, she hadn’t set her mind to that though.
The doctor wouldn’t consider her life anywhere near “normal” in the conventional sense. At 30, she ‘should’ have settled down, had a steady job at a hospital, and started thinking about a family. It wasn’t that those thoughts never crossed her mind, it was just never the ‘right’ time. Eva had come to accept it never would be, not for someone like her. That wasn’t something that bothered her, she loved what she did. And although tragic and traumatizing, she never regretted the path she chose, “My life is far from normal,” she laughed, shaking her head.
Gwyar seemed increasingly impressed by her resume. It was pretty . . . unique, “Well, I don’t really have a choice,” she explained, “They need me, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I didn’t answer the call,”
In a quite unhealthy way, Eva measured her legacy and, by proxy, her worth by the lives she saved and touched both on the battlefield and off of it. In Kanto Eva saved a lot of lives, but she also lost too many and, ultimately, the region – the worst failure of all. She believed that in the grand scheme of things her small life mattered little. If her sacrifice meant the end of suffering to the region and the preservation of good, she would happily pay the price, “I’m always careful,” another white lie. Eva was as reckless as they come. If Gwyar stuck around long enough, it would become apparent.
The way he reacted to the news of her being single sent a rosy blush to her cheeks followed by a coy smile. Eva returned the squeeze with one of her own. She didn’t recover until they found themselves in the restaurant, face to face with a nervous young lady.
“Oh dear,” Eva sighed, following the girl’s gaze to their clothing and the mess they were already leaving on the carpet, “Gwyar, we’re filthy we’re already making a mess,” she motioned down to their shoes caking the carpet with mud.
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