Tilmil Snow

**Tilmil Snow** is a first sergeant and operative in the Council Recovery Corps.

## Biography

Twenty years ago Unnni Snow had a full time relationship with one of the Asari on the ship, named Vi'ko M'dous, but expressed wanting to have a relationship with someone of her own species to make a kid that looked like her. Vi’ko was an Asari, who was okay with this, and decided to stay around so the child could also be raised by her mother. Morova, when she was younger was very much babied by everyone on the ship, every time the poor child would fall over it would be like someone set off a bomb as any Elcor nearby would freak out. This very much freaked out the Asari at a young age, and would cause her to cry. When she was older it would then become a complex where she'd be careful not to fall over

Tilmil Snow was born March 15th 2011 in the world of Sangel on a satellite that helped collect, filter and transport Helium-3. The satellite would send smaller ships down to the planet to skim the top of the gas giant, then on the satellite it would filter out any impurities that were collected. Then, small transport ships would arrive to collect and bring the fuel to the main planet of Dekkuna, where it would be distributed further and sold. She was born to her mother and father, Unnni and Prokani Snow, and lived on a very small herd on the ship of about 13 Elcor in total, only one of which was her- a calf.

There were other aliens on the ship, 2 Asari in total as well, and one being the only other kid on the ship. But they were Asari, and were very different indeed. Morova M’dorus was her name, and was older than them by twenty years. She was very eager to meet her new sister and ever since birth was pushing to meet Tilmil as she was an only child on board.

All of them raised them together, but during the first few years of her life Tilmil was nonverbal, but her emotions instead being portrayed loudly (Relatively speaking) through her body as she cried and screamed and struggled to get what she needed. Language didn’t come easy to her it seemed.

Her big sister wasn’t the most patient, trying to push her to go faster or learn better no matter how much her mothers chastised them for doing so. She didn’t seem to understand the differences between the two species due to her young age.

Tilmil, with her constant pressure and prodding eventually was pushed into saying her first words by just parroting what her sister had said. This was amazing, her sister was so excited and showed Tilmil off to her parents, Vi’ko was pleased by this, but Unnni was shocked at the lack of expressions before her words. She was worried for a while that Tilmil would never speak right, and it became a messy habit since birth that in stressful or emotional situations, or places where she was extremely at ease and relaxed, she would forget to say what emotion she was supposed to be expressing. She got better as she aged, but sometimes still forgets.

When Tilmil reached the age of 7 she became antsy on this ship, finding the environment unpleasantly the same everywhere she went. Slowly her world felt more and more suffocating as she grew more and more. She found herself wishing to leave the station, looking to the stars with her sister and talking about what could be out there. She would listen to her half-mom speak about the places she had been, and found she’d rather be out there then growing up to do the same thing her parents had been. Her and her sister would run around the ship, occasionally getting into trouble as she followed her sister's antsy behavior. They were learning from educational teachings from the couple of Elcor on the ship as well as a lot of educational programs on tablets.

Tilmil wanted to visit the home planet when she was 14 years old, finally having felt utterly exhausted and suffocated by her place. Her family understood and said when she turned 50 she could leave as a technically mature adult on her own. That felt so far away, and her sister agreed. She was now a whole 24 years old- still a baby to her mother too. They hated it, and her sister suggested they sneak onto one of the supply ships that would go to the Homeworld and the both of them could live there! An absolutely perfect and flawless plan totally.

This didn't go to plan, as the sensors on the ship detected when there were people that were not supposed to be there, and they were abruptly caught and grounded. Believer learned that the home planet was not a very safe place for her half-sister, The heavy and intense gravity would most likely crush her small bones.

So they were going to wait until they were 50, growing antsier and antsier every year. Tilmil In the meantime found she had a very good time with mathematics, and found herself a makeshift apprenticeship under her half-mother, who was the doctor onboard, At first to pass the time and then when she took a genuine interest in it she found herself as a surgeon-apothecary apprentice, learning about medical advancements and practices of the Asari. She learned she didn't have an affinity for biotics, but her sister very much did. Her sister as well was very much gung-ho about using her powers when her mom or family wasn't around to chastise her for it to often pass the time. Her sister slowly learned how to fly a ship with one of the pilots who sent and flew drones down into the gas giant below.

She was 35 years old when tragedy struck, an illness that she learned later when she was interviewed about it called B-72-Ch, swept through the very small community suddenly and quickly, almost overnight. It struck without warning, As individuals would be fine one minute and then suddenly keel over in hallways, curled up before dying suddenly and painfully within hours. Three individuals were lost by days end before anyone figured out what was happening. Immediately a quarantine was put up, Tilmil and Vi'ko working hard on the bodies to figure out what was happening and why they had died.

Despite being the local doctor, Vi'ko was not an expert on the elcors, But it took her awhile before realizing that everyone had died from dehydration and organ failure. Meanwhile, two more died. They sent an emergency alert out for assistance, But it could possibly take another few days before the Homeworld's ships dispatched and landed with the proper doctors. They couldn't waste any time.

Everyone was separated in case it was airborne, there was a hazmat suit, but It was only shaped for an elcor, as nobody really thought that there would be a sudden aggressive disease on such a tiny and isolated system. Tilmil used the camera in the suit to let Vi'ko watch and lead her on what to do. Her sister ran to and from supply to get all the medicines they had as Unnni went down. Sadly, no matter what they tried they lost her, and not soon after Tilmil lost Prokani too. It was very stressful and emotional during their last moments, but Tilmil pushed forwards, frantic to save everyone else. She'd process it later.

When Tilmil was taking a break to rehydrate, was struck with an idea that they all drink from the same source- could something have happened? It was possible that there was something wrong with the water. On a hunch, she and her sister investigated to see if there was something in the water while Vi'ko would manage the remaining lives, keeping an eye out. They found the water source, and unlatched the reservoir to take a peek inside. Tilmil was much too large, so her sister went down to look around. They ended up finding that the filter had gone bad several years ago, as well as the sensor that detected when the filter was bad and replaced it, had broken as well. This led to the water becoming unclean, and a virus akin to an *alien version* of Cholera that had the same effects as cholera but was a much stronger strain and seemed to have been quite mutated had bred and grown.

With this knowledge in hand they quickly stopped all water access so nobody could drink water anymore. Tilmil had been the last to drink the water, and her sister was worried. Tilmil had fallen ill when finally the ships arrived, falling over and passing out in anguish.

When she woke up, she was in the Homeworld of Dekkunta in a hospital. She had been stood up and treated, healing slowly as she was severely dehydrated, her and a few non-essential organs had even shut down. She'd lost her parents, but saw her sister and her half-mom was not here either. They were alive but couldn't land due to the gravity. Tilmil was sick for several years after recovering, but due to her, her step-mom and her sister's fighting and find led to them receiving a red ribbon. Due to her losses in her Elcor family she had to choose between going to a foster herd or going back up to space as legally they weren't her family and she was a minor.

She told her family she needed to stay on the planet, and her sister was noticeably pissed at this. She said that she still needed to recover, but in all actuality every time she saw their face she could only think about all of the lives that were lost and how her parents spoke to her before they died under her care. They exchanged contact information as her step-mom said she would always be one call away if she needed them.

She joined the foster herd, her body noticeably weak and in comparison to everyone else due to both her time off-world that already made her weaker than a normal Elcor, in combination to the sickness that had severely injured her body. She was bedridden for months, recovering while the investigation began over what exactly the sickness that hit the ship was and how they could prevent it in the future. She gave her information on the subject and was interviewed by many knowledgeable people. She never learned what came of the sickness, but figured it was still being researched and studied.

During her time in the hospital she was offered a scholarship to a college due to this incident in the news, her name being spread as such a young Elcor helping and saving lives. She couldn't walk to the college- and instead had to start taking classes on tablets, paying attention to lectures and learning from where she lived. She started her doctorate in Epidemiology, and threw herself into her schoolwork. It was the only thing she could do really.

She had to build up a lot of her muscles from lack of use while they sustained her body before she recovered. Due to the Elcor's slow metabolism when critically injured in such a way it takes quite a while to heal. She actually had to walk around the hospital with wheels attached to her sides, akin to a baby stroller until she grew them. If she fell over she'd cause a panic and could die from the pressure on her body on the planet.

It was utterly embarrassing, and there were a lot of looks that she received when she walked with her herd outside. Her new family was kind, but very large with about 45 members all running around and working together. It was a lot bigger, and the world was even larger. She found one friend who was odd, he was aggressive and competitive-named Hannhi. He was born into the family, but shared her want for exploration, but often picked on her stroller. She really only bonded with them, her social skills consisting of a much smaller herd and Asaris.

She was finally 40 when her legs were strong enough to stand without a stroller or any crutches. Being freed from the horrors of wheeled travel and crutches was amazing.

Hannhi explained that he was going to be going into the military. She had never thought about the military before, although, it didn't seem like a lot of elcor thought about the military at all when she asked around. Hannhi was older than her by a good twenty years, but he said anyone could get in if they just asked and were over 50. Apparently practically nobody ever joined the military for some reason he didn't understand. She never thought about it as a potential before.

So, when she turned 50 she planned to join with Hannhi, but due to her history of walking problems she needed to see their doctors to determine if she was healthy enough for service. It took a while, as cases like her weren't common but they found a decision after a few months and she was given a waiver. They found that the disease hadn't affected permiamtly and she had been walking fine for ten years with no problem.

She was the youngest Elcor there, and squinted at, asking if she really wanted to do this. She did, she'd determined that staying on the planet forever and being stuck in the same house for the rest of her life wasn't for her, and supposed she wanted to get some training then head out to space. They signed her up to be a medical combat specialist due to her ribbon and knowledge in the subject already from her degree.

As was mandatory for all who joined, she learned her armor training there, and was given the VI as a part of the system to help with firing and combat. Because most of the fighting intense situations relies heavily on the VI, They would have the simulation train the VI hundreds of millions of times in a virtual environment until they were perfected for every possible situation. In the meantime, she was focused on strength training further for her legs and torso and new medicine she hadn't learned, things that reminded her of her failures. Her knowledge on positioning, different tactics and learning about how the military is was a part of the training as well.

Tilmil enjoyed this training a lot and met several individuals she remembers fondly. Rangku, A private who was born from a richer part of the capital and joined much like his father before him, and Inbrii, A Sergeant who has several records of drunken crimes on the planet. She explained she lived there for twenty years or so before she found herself at a point where she was the head of the small platoon of two, ranking up to Corporal before Inbrii was kicked out. One of her last memories she remembered of Inbrii was having to drag him out of a showing of Hamlet after he had made rather sexual insinuations during the show, shouting obscenities to the individuals on stage and was discharged not soon after.

She was at first just placed in charge of Rangku as they had failed to rank up from not doing their testing or taking it seriously. Now a private-first class, She was a "leader" now- supposedly, but they were still under another Sargent. It was more like she was shackled with all of the work and she really was only mainly the leader of the snack funds.

She took this eagerly as a chance to actually do something, and an officer who had seen the poor state of the snack fund before she got a hold of it was very impressed. She got praised for it, and even though she was an adult she really enjoyed the praise. It made her feel special and cool, so she kept doing things to try and receive that praise.

Not soon after the private technically under her became a bit larger group and some more joined the same shop as her. She passed along the snack fund as she was fresh blood, with a different experience than everyone else. She spent a lot of time going to college, getting two degrees during her time of 20 years of service on the planet, one, a minor in Anesthesia, and finished up her doctorate in Epidemiology.

Tilmil treated many in her time, losing some, but had a fairly good record and only got better with time. She eventually ranked up again becoming a corporal. She had to manage and make sure that everyone that was coming in was clean and tidy, keeping them respectable for her Sergeant and Staff-Sergeant. She slowly found herself treated differently because of her rank, and she didn't know if she liked it or not. She continued this work, and worked on ranking herself up, to get into a higher position. Her plan from getting out changed as she actually enjoyed the environment. She wanted to keep going, so she stayed in and tested, becoming a sergeant, and kept going, her time not quite notable as during this time she was mainly focused on keeping her troops in line and leading them from a good example. She was now in charge of 4, which then grew to 10 when she passed her exam yet again once she became a staff Sergeant.

She was now in charge of a squad, And with a good amount of elocr under her belt she wanted to do something different. She had her squad go to space, she was the only one of the squads who even *asked* to do so. The idea was interesting, and she had found old decisions made by the elders which could be revived and brought up again. So after some prodding of her master Sergeant, eventually she got not only her but another few squads to go to space together from different parts of the forces as a sort of training exercise to prepare them.

She would then return and try to add these ideas to the collective, speaking to the officers and higher ups, presenting them with passion to increase their knowledge about the subject of space fighting and the effect it had on the body for the species. She spoke about how she enjoyed these missions, and pushed others of her species to do so more.

She found it oddly comforting being able to go back and forth between space, her ship often not going to the same place twice. It was both a comforting memory and a place where she could try to work out how she felt about everything that had happened.

She received more members of her troop, prepping for her rank to continue to grow due to her drive to keep offering to go off planet, as well as her want for knowledge. She was noticed by her elders, and she was assigned to the Citadel Peacekeeping Forces. It was certainly a large change of pace, flying off world she spoke to her sister again, who said she would visit when she could.

Tilmil served alongside the many other aliens, and led even more medical forces. She spoke of her frustrations and understanding of just wanting to help her privates to the right thing, their different species quirks. How many struggled to learn and deal with their first deaths that naturally occuring when doing medical support for. She learned very quickly of the many different aliens she treated, and during her transfer over she had to take a bar exam of her knowledge to prove she could still work in this environment. She scored fairly well, having prepped just in case for a while.

She was a shoulder to cry on, a punisher, and a teacher. Her unit continued on, she succeeded in earning the rank of Master Sergeant, and things were looking up as life continued on easily.

The Reaper War took a lot out of everyone, and for Horizon it was in a sweet spot between traffic that was just close enough to the action but far enough away to where there was no chance of being attacked. Tilmil was invited to assist humans with her knowledge as they set up a new hospital to tend to the sick and the wounded. Several other neutral species were invited as well to assist in the efforts, hopefully keeping peaceful intentions for all to show it was a neutral place where those on both sides would be safe.

From then she remained as a head doctor, giving advice, doing emergency surgeries when necessary and if they couldn't help, they moved the injured off planet to elsewhere that they couldn’t treat. Tending to the sick and ill, and when she couldn't sleep she would stand guard.

It turned out their area was quite busy with passersby, often many emergencies would flood in from battles further away. Shifts were stressful, but she maintained a strict code of morals and kept species she knew didn't get along further away from each other. Overworked, exhausted and always having blood on them was a terrible way to live as they waited for extraction. It took much too long. She called her family often, asking for updates, how things were, how the war was going. She remained on the planet, often falling asleep at her desk or in cots.

A few times those forces got at each other's throats, the guards had to intervene to keep a firefight from breaking out, and she had to use her heavy stature and position to threaten them to stand down. There were also many who were mad, psychologically damaged people who had to be held in straight jackets to keep them from hurting themselves or others- and sometimes they came to the hospital with guns. Both of these situations were tense and could have resulted in many deaths, but thanks to her policies and occasional intervention, she kept herself from coming to the hospital. Sadly That didn't completely extend to her, as she was shot several times during her stay and had several injuries after having to quickly tackle aliens attempting to start shit. It was a constant air of tension, but it worked.

Eventually the forces were defeated, the universe banded together to defeat the Reapers. The remainder of the armies helped the best they could while she continued running the clinic. When the war was done, she received a medal for her efforts. They wished for her to rank up further,she spoke in front of a board of her passions and knowledge about the military, and she had ranked up to First Sergeant. She kept this position for a few years, but they wished for her to keep ranking up, but she found herself growing tired of the military lifestyle. She'd seen a lot of death by her hands, and she struggled a bit with the memories. She was still young, and she wanted to keep going. The restrictions set in place by being under such a rigid system kept her from helping people, and she found herself growing frustrated with the system.

She retired from the military not soon after as the youngest First Sergeant in the history of the Elcor at the age of 80. She talked to her sister often, her step-mom now working as a spy for… something she didn't know of.

She worked on recovery efforts on planet for the next year, before she spoke she heard of the chaos happening outside the planet and her want to go and help, and when she heard of Karakoram station attack, she knew she had to go there as well, set up another hospital that could run as effectively as the one on Horizon. But first, without her military status she needed funding, so she decided to go the crowdfunding route and see if she could get support from any officials. She called her sister once again, and asked if she could get a ride. Her sister told her to buckle up, and they headed to their destination.

Tilmil caught up with her sister, finally, seeing she had grown- and apparently Tilmil as well as she towered over her older sibling. She learned that her sister had done a lot of things during their time away, a lot of which she didn't want to tell a "Goodie Goodie" (Her words) like herself. Tilmil let it slide since it was her sister, she was certainly very eccentric for an Asari ever since she was young and she assumed she would mature with age. Hopefully. She left to the Citadel to find her ambassador, insisting they help with funding another hospital being built.

With her military power and force of name, she managed to get a small fund to those affected by the terrorist attack from the citadel, but sadly they were already struggling quite a bit from the Reaper attacks and recovering as money was tight throughout the galaxy. Her proposal for a hospital was denied, and not much could be done. Her sister was by her side the whole time, trying to assist, But a lot of this political stuff was out of her league. She was a doer, not a talker.

Tilmil did learn from the ambassador of the blockade, and she went to go join- to do *something*, but was stopped as he explained they were starting up a program soon. the Council Recovery Corp, and having her on it would help quite a lot due to her having been in the Peacekeeping Force on the citadel. An experienced doctor and a military veteran, she would be a useful asset. She wanted to help; her knowledge could assist them greatly in their working towards peace and recovery. She asked if her sister wanted to join, and she shrugged, saying she'll help out. Someone's gotta drive after all.

## Personality

Tilmi is very much an outgoing and outspoken individual, and in personality she takes up a room and tries to have fun with it. She developed this behavior to cope with to hide the fact she may be feeling upset by something bothering her. This behavior will grow if something is getting to her. She will struggle with the topic of Elcors and her history, and quickly pushes for individuals to speak about themselves rather than speak about her species. She gets anxious when speaking about family, considering she's an Elcor with an older Asari sister- that's about all that people learn about her. She covers up these feelings with being overly kind and often remembering small details. Gifts as well as she is quite fond of giving to others.

Tilmi morally speaking is an individual who will uphold the law, as they were put in place for a reason by elders whose judgment she trusts, no matter the species. There are reasons for these laws, and when outside of her planet she is not privy as to why the laws are the way they are, just that they need to be listened to.  Respect of their elders is important, her military background having pushed that very hard, and in her suit she is hyper focused on eliminating the threat. She sometimes can forget to say what emotions she is feeling in high stress situations, or if she feels comfortable around someone.

### Exceptional Skills

* *Emergency Surgery*: Tilmil has been under the pressures of war, So doing emergency surgery on the fly is something that she's done quite a lot over the past couple of years and can assist in medical emergencies quickly and efficiently with little material.

* *Negotiator aficionado*: Being a leader meant having to negotiate plans, talk with higher ups and deal with a lot of tense social situations. She's become a pretty good master of dancing around social landmines.

## Physical Description

Tilmil is tall for an elcor her age, sitting at a comfortable 9ft 3inches with even more room to grow as she ages further. She’s still technically still a bit young to most elcor, just barely over the cusp of adulthood. She’s a hefty 873 lbs, outweighing the average krogan and some vehicles. Tilmil outside of her armored suit wears a red covering and red sweats. She claims that they are easy to put on with her size which is why she prefers it to the normal elcor wear. In her suit she is covered in thick white armor, akin to a small vehicle. With a machine gun she stands at a 13ft 5in and weighs well over 1200 pounds.

Her posture is very monotone. It is difficult to tell when she claims she is excited or smiling due to how subtle their movements are, but it is significantly easier than others of her race due to her bolstrerious nature. If paid attention to the tiny twitches of her body she can be read- if just a little bit. Her language insists she is open and quite excitable. Often she as well keeps a VI on her person, just in case of a fight, and she keeps it underneath her chest by her lower torso covering for safe keeping.

### Armament

* Machine Gun
* Mass Accelerator Canon
* M-100 Grenade Launcher

### Abilities

* Flamethrower
* Overload
* Energy Drain