Elizabeth "Libby" Reid - OC 5

Name: Elizabeth "Libby" Reid
Nationality: British
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: White
Height: 5'7"
Body Build: Toned
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Eye Color: Dark Brown

Distinguishing Physical Features: Series of scars on left abdomen, side, and back and a small set of angel wings with the date 11-9-16 on the inside of the right wrist

Military/Law Enforcement/Intelligence Experience:
British Army (12 Years)
- Royal Army Medical Corp (5 Years)
- 2nd Medical Regiment (7 Years)

Role: Medic/Field & Trauma Surgeon

Bio:
On that first day of school when asked the innocent question, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”, six-year-old Elizabeth Reid was certain she knew the answer without a doubt: A doctor. Her resolve for the future she had imagined as a child had never waivered. Hard work had landed her acceptance into the University of Oxford and well on her way to a degree in medicine. During her fourth year, Libby’s family received the devastating news that her older brother, Colton, had been critically injured during his latest deployment with the Royal Marines in Afghanistan. It wasn’t until he had returned home to them, now a broken soldier without orders to follow, that Libby’s resolve in her future began to waiver and alter. By the time graduation had come, she had already begun the enlistment process. Colton’s life was owed to the fast action of his field medic and the surgeons on base. This was a debt that Libby felt deserved to be paid and since Colton no longer could, the payment fell to her shoulders. Her first year as an enlisted soldier in the Royal Army Medical Corps had been an eye opening experience of in-the-field training that, not that she would ever admit it, she might not have been ready for. People handle high stress situations differently. Some even clamp up and shut down when met with the opposing force of an adrenaline rush. Libby quickly realized that she wasn’t one of those people. Her mind seemed attuned to the fast-paced action and intensity of field triage and she was hooked on that driving rush. She was five weeks along and three weeks into a six month deployment to Afghanistan, when she realized there was something more to the nausea she was battling daily on the sidelines. The moment she sought out a superior officer and spoke the words aloud, it became real with a one-way ticket back to England and while wrestling with this option, she found that the days quickly turned to weeks. Ultimately this decision, or rather the lack-there-of, was made for her. The insurgents intended the RPG attack to inflict maximum casualties. While in the end, very little remained in what had served for the medical facility Libby had been working her second shift of the day in, the young woman had lost more than some blood that night. Like her brother, she too returned home a broken soldier. It didn’t take long for civilian life to get under her skin and for that need for the adrenaline rush to drive her to find something that would fill that void. Though not quite the same, the home she found at Grey Sword International, did just that.