Her hand was trembling again. The snivy cursed under her breath as she held at her risk, glancing up at the Chief from her desk. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her hand up to loosen her tie a bit before grabbing back at her hand. The acrid stench of gunpowder seemingly filled her nostrils, only the sharp scent of blood accenting it. She could faintly hear explosions pop off in her mind, the louder ring bullets popping nearby, before screams filled her ears. Crimson stained her clothes as she watched her commanding officer reach towards her. His arm was off. "Are you okay?" she could hear Connelly, the squad medic shouting to her. "Are you okay!?" she asked again.
Slowly turning her head, she instead found that she was looking at Chief Windheiser. "Are you okay, Pershing? Your nose is bleeding pretty bad." She slowly nodded, glancing away as she grabbed at a tissue and wiped away the blood. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.."

Melania Pershing, often going by the nickname "Sword", is a twenty seven year old Snivy serving with the Gaint Police Department. Although perfectly capable physically, the Chief and her superior officers try to keep her working in the precinct rather than outside patrolling the streets with the other police officers, on account of her psychological mental conditions. Prior to moving to Gaint, Sword served as a corporal in the Arnheim National Army in the War against Vanidad. While travelling through the Armani Forests, her squad was ambushed and subsequently, she and her comrades were pulled back. Despite no fatalities in the squad, the culmination of fear, helplessness, and her friends falling lead to a development of mild PTSD. Despite this, she would continue on to fight in the Battles of Viruslina, Paistoc, and Benigra, ultimately attaining the Silver Heart for her actions.

(Yeah, the art doesn't really fit with this new backstory I've written, but I'll try and get some new art of Sword to fix that up)

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