Post by kat on Dec 13, 2009 12:55:03 GMT -8
Character's Name: Katrin
Age: 125
Gender: Female
Race: Cheronian
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.): Kat is 5'5", 129lb, with red hair, blue eyes and a dark/light skin coloring
Birthplace: Cheron II
Preferred rank: Civilian
Department: Manager, Ten Forward
Personality: Bubbly, quirky, but sometimes guarded. She has spent a major part of her life getting over a superiority complex and sometimes it comes through unintentionally.
Background and History: The Federation thought the Cheron people to be destroyed long ago, the result of a bitter civil war amongst the two races on the planet. However, a pocket of the population had fled and settled on a harsh, class M planet to rebuild their civilization. Though they spent years trying to overcome the racial divisions, some still exists today. When the Federation discovered the existence of Cheron II, they sent an envoy to the planet to repair relations. Katrin soon made her escape from the planet, not wanting to live in a culture of massive change any longer.
She found the racial diversity to be exciting and set out on a new adventure on Earth, working her way through odd jobs until she chanced upon an opening for a bartender at a tavern near Starfleet Academy. She became familiar with the cadets and soon found herself included in their circle of friends. Having an inside track to civilian openings, she soon found herself taking training courses and getting an extensive background check to allow her to contract out as a civilian. She was sent from ship to ship as needed, working mainly for high profile ambassador events, her species a symbol of success. When the Nike launched, Kat was reassigned. She remained unscathed from the battle, though she lost many friends.
Name of Celebrity: Renee O'Connor
Link to Avatar: (150 pixels wide, max)
Sample Roleplay: (200 word minimum. Must be written as your chosen character.)
"Time to pay the piper," Kat said, her hand facing palm up in front of the Ensign. The man groaned, "I don't have it today." Kat frowned, "tomorrow then," she said. A Lieutenant at the end of the bar walked over after the Ensign wandered off. "I hope you're not gambling," he said. Kat disliked Vulcans. They always took things too literally.
"What makes you think that I am," she asked, putting her elbows on the bar.
"I just heard..."
"You just heard a very tiny portion of a conversation," Kat said, holding up her finger to pause his statement. "Do you always base your analysis on incomplete data?"
"I--"
"Don't give me excuses," she said, "Besides... I'm not gambling. He's a poet. He asked me to critique something, and he was supposed to have rewritten it by today." She locked eyes with him, "I don't suppose they have poetry on Vulcan, do they?"
"We--"
"I wouldn't imagine you do," she said, "poetry is a form of passion."
"If you will let me talk--"
"Sorry," she said, laughing.
"Poetry is a mathematical construction of words," he said.
"How exciting," Kat remarked, "I'm sure it's a hoot. I'll expect yours tomorrow, too."
The Vulcan raised an eyebrow. How did that happen?
Age: 125
Gender: Female
Race: Cheronian
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.): Kat is 5'5", 129lb, with red hair, blue eyes and a dark/light skin coloring
Birthplace: Cheron II
Preferred rank: Civilian
Department: Manager, Ten Forward
Personality: Bubbly, quirky, but sometimes guarded. She has spent a major part of her life getting over a superiority complex and sometimes it comes through unintentionally.
Background and History: The Federation thought the Cheron people to be destroyed long ago, the result of a bitter civil war amongst the two races on the planet. However, a pocket of the population had fled and settled on a harsh, class M planet to rebuild their civilization. Though they spent years trying to overcome the racial divisions, some still exists today. When the Federation discovered the existence of Cheron II, they sent an envoy to the planet to repair relations. Katrin soon made her escape from the planet, not wanting to live in a culture of massive change any longer.
She found the racial diversity to be exciting and set out on a new adventure on Earth, working her way through odd jobs until she chanced upon an opening for a bartender at a tavern near Starfleet Academy. She became familiar with the cadets and soon found herself included in their circle of friends. Having an inside track to civilian openings, she soon found herself taking training courses and getting an extensive background check to allow her to contract out as a civilian. She was sent from ship to ship as needed, working mainly for high profile ambassador events, her species a symbol of success. When the Nike launched, Kat was reassigned. She remained unscathed from the battle, though she lost many friends.
Name of Celebrity: Renee O'Connor
Link to Avatar: (150 pixels wide, max)
Sample Roleplay: (200 word minimum. Must be written as your chosen character.)
"Time to pay the piper," Kat said, her hand facing palm up in front of the Ensign. The man groaned, "I don't have it today." Kat frowned, "tomorrow then," she said. A Lieutenant at the end of the bar walked over after the Ensign wandered off. "I hope you're not gambling," he said. Kat disliked Vulcans. They always took things too literally.
"What makes you think that I am," she asked, putting her elbows on the bar.
"I just heard..."
"You just heard a very tiny portion of a conversation," Kat said, holding up her finger to pause his statement. "Do you always base your analysis on incomplete data?"
"I--"
"Don't give me excuses," she said, "Besides... I'm not gambling. He's a poet. He asked me to critique something, and he was supposed to have rewritten it by today." She locked eyes with him, "I don't suppose they have poetry on Vulcan, do they?"
"We--"
"I wouldn't imagine you do," she said, "poetry is a form of passion."
"If you will let me talk--"
"Sorry," she said, laughing.
"Poetry is a mathematical construction of words," he said.
"How exciting," Kat remarked, "I'm sure it's a hoot. I'll expect yours tomorrow, too."
The Vulcan raised an eyebrow. How did that happen?