name : peyton palmer . also known as : hummingbird ( always on the move , always humming or singing a tune . ) religion : devout catholic . location : here , there , everywhere . mindset : depression , ptsd - sees a therapist as instructed by her superiors . age : 21+ . occupation : military nurse. parents : avaline palmer ( deceased )
another verse will soon be made as an alternative , because i have no self restraint . / note : all my verses are susceptible to change the longer i write them and the universe is explored , the base will always remain the same .
𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈 ⎯⎯⎯⎯ GIGGLY , BRIGHT , LOVING , OPEN , CHEERFUL ; peyton is someone who is able to find humour in the dark , because in a world such as this , what else was there ? where blood and gore was the norm , what is the alternative ? let it slowly kill you , suffocate until there was nothing left ? let it fester like a wound and allow it to infect until it fermented in bloodstream ? no , no that wasn’t peyton’s style , ( not in public , at least . ) when working , she keeps that spark to the best of her abilities , remains true to herself by being silly and playful but isn’t completely disconnected from reality to not know when to try and turn it off , she’s a good nurse , nurturing and adores those around her . peyton remains high in empathy and refuses to lose that , it's a fight daily to not let it go , because it's the last thing her mother would want . it shows when taking care of wounded soldiers , even when they kick and scream and hover over her , she tilts her chin and smiles , because the horrors she has seen cannot be compared to that of the men and women around her who have their boots firmly on the ground , who have been trained to be followers to a captain acting on behalf of a faceless body .
though make no mistake , peyton is not okay in a lot of ways - being responsible for lives , being responsible for saving them ; not everyone who lays upon the bed makes it , it never gets easier . . . something she tries not to acknowledge until back to her quarters and the lights are shut off .
𝙱𝙸𝙾𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙿𝙷𝚈 ⎯⎯⎯⎯ originally in school for journalism , peyton had a skill of finding information that was hidden to the masses , in her view ; the public should never have things hidden from them , perhaps there was an argument that somethings are kept secret for the greater good , but not when the hidden truth was more harmful - it was the plan , one she remembered having since childhood , to travel and write and spread her word for as far as it would go . . . but , you can plan all you want , that isn’t how life works , it has a habit of getting in the way , of forcing you to switch things around and turning life as you know it upside down .
this switch started because of her mother - the death of avaline palmer - a field medic that was shot square in the head , she , and many others lost their lives that day ; meaning that peyton's loss was nothing special , just a face in sea of grieving families , nobody special , and that’s what made it worse ; that was grief , it wasn't rational . avaline was her only family member , it was only them and overnight peyton was truly on her own in the world , lost , left behind ; living became harder , struggling to adapt with the loss , writing became a chore and suddenly the things she loved no longer held any joy . grief consumed her , and her life went on with a blur ; it became about getting through the day . It was only a matter of time before she made the choice to drop out of school completely , not bothering to finish the course of her dreams .
but life goes on , and while her mother laid rest , peyton continued to live - eventually enrolling once again in education , starting from scratch and going into the health and social unit - it started as something to do , a small , common course to finish while getting her head on straight - something easy and straightforward , she never expected that it would not only feel useful , like she was doing something productive - but she felt connected to her mother in a way that she never had before . the days didn’t seem so hard to wake up from , excited to dive headfirst into this new chapter in her life - it was the rope needed to pull her out of her deep depression , she lost a piece of herself she'll never get back ; but this . . . maybe she could be someone new .
it wasn’t long before she went that step further and went into nursing to get a degree , the same school her mother went to . once those tests were finished and the degree was firmly in place , she never looked back ; and it made sense to fall down the same line of work as her mother , signing up to be a military nurse ; working on the bases , she knows its not something her mother would've wanted , it was too violent ; too soul sucking , but the first domino had been knocked and there was no stopping it .
peyton didn't want to , either .
𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂 :
writing will always be her first love ; something she picks up again when off work on a more personal level , writing short stories and poetry , even having a personal ; leather bound journal used to vent out all her frustrations and anxieties , it was a hard career to be in , after all .
due to her skills and the growth she shows within her career , i headcanon she gets sent to the 141 base to further her career there . . . that being said , i'm also working on different sectors that she could get sent to , including the shadow company and kortac , but those verses aren't quite fleshed out yet and follows the same pattern as everything else , but these are plots available should anyone be interested .
𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙳𝚂 . . . MEMORY LOCATED .
SHE WAS ON HER OWN NOW . peyton knew that one day this would happen - though even her bad habit of expecting the worst didn’t make it easier , which seemed like the rotten end of a deal. peyton wasn’t allowed to hear the full story of what went down , but the small intel gathered through hearsay of others, there weren’t many survivors to tell the tale . at least avaline died doing what she loved - helping people . she had to think like that , the latter is allowing herself to be bitter and resentful , to over think what those final moments would’ve been like for her . peyton couldn’t let herself fall into that pit, she’d never pull herself back out. peyton stands awkwardly at the side of the room , the funeral was beautiful , the wake just as - smiling politely through the tears at the faces that approached to give her condolences - more than half of them strangers, apparently avaline knew a lot of people . which isn’t surprising in the least , she's a woman everyone loved .
