Post by ibis on Dec 9, 2009 7:36:26 GMT -8
Second character for M'Ral.
Character's Name: Seevzibisja sh’Ctarr
Age: 23
Gender: Shen Neuter (equivalent of a female)
Race: Andorian
Physical Profile The slender “female” Andorian stands at a height of 5’6”, and weighs 140 lbs. Typical of Andorians, she has blue skin and silver hair. Her eyes are gray. Upon her head are a pair of antennae.
Birthplace: Andoria
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Medical – Medic and/or Junior Counselor
Personality:
“Ibis” as her peers call her, is serious and dedicated, but one might not see this behind the compassion and caring she has for other races. She cares about people, and gets along with just about anyone, unless they touch her antennae – or heaven forbid, break them. She enjoys her job, though typical of Andorians she does not enjoy leisure activities and will not pursue them unless forced to. It just is not within her needs, and she would rather be helping others.
She speaks in soft tones. People have said her voice is soothing to the ears. She is decent at hand-to-hand and distance combat - something she will use if the situation requires it.
Background and History:
She was born on Andoria to her four parents. At a young age, she learned of other races and of Starfleet, and was fascinated by them. The thought of having to procreate was almost loathsome at the time, and she knew what she wanted. As much as she cared about her people, it wasn’t to stay on Andoria. As soon as she could, she left for Earth, and applied to Starfleet Academy. In her time at the Academy she developed friendships, and entered into the medical path. Her teacher helped her to develop a better bedside manner. She graduated in four years with a major in Medicine and a minor in Psychology. She was to be assigned to another ship, but, in need of medics due to its losses, Starfleet assigned Ibis to the USS Nike.
Name of Celebrity: Caterina Scorsone
Link to Avatar: i49.tinypic.com/2dje1zn.png
Sample Roleplay:
Ibis stepped through the airlock, and glanced around, but only momentarily; this was not a tour. She had a destination to get to. Nodding to the Petty Officer beside her, she made her way to sickbay. She had looked over the schematics so she had a fair idea of where it was. The ship was a cacophony of sights, smells, and sounds – none of them were unpleasant to her even though they might be to someone else. She was fine with any working conditions as long as they let her do what was necessary. There was almost always someone who needed help, and she intended to be there to provide it.
She walked down a narrow corridor, her pack brushing against the wall. She carried the bare minimum, with few objects of sentimentality within them. Most of them had a practical use, aside from a necklace her father had given her as a child. She would not wear it unless the captain allowed.
She found sickbay. As expected, it was overcrowded with patients. She set her bag down on an empty table, and retrieved the medical instruments, finding the person who was in the most dire need. She scanned the woman’s injuries, but they were only surface wounds. She instructed the woman to remain still while she used the dermal regenerator. She noticed the other medic on duty, but she was too busy in her focus on this patient. The woman was nervous, but Ibis’ gentle touch and voice were working – she was remaining still as the Andorian ran the dermal regenerator over her injuries. “There you go,” she said, smiling and patting the woman on the shoulder. “All healed. You should be good to go. If you need anything else, please let me know.”
Character's Name: Seevzibisja sh’Ctarr
Age: 23
Gender: Shen Neuter (equivalent of a female)
Race: Andorian
Physical Profile The slender “female” Andorian stands at a height of 5’6”, and weighs 140 lbs. Typical of Andorians, she has blue skin and silver hair. Her eyes are gray. Upon her head are a pair of antennae.
Birthplace: Andoria
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Medical – Medic and/or Junior Counselor
Personality:
“Ibis” as her peers call her, is serious and dedicated, but one might not see this behind the compassion and caring she has for other races. She cares about people, and gets along with just about anyone, unless they touch her antennae – or heaven forbid, break them. She enjoys her job, though typical of Andorians she does not enjoy leisure activities and will not pursue them unless forced to. It just is not within her needs, and she would rather be helping others.
She speaks in soft tones. People have said her voice is soothing to the ears. She is decent at hand-to-hand and distance combat - something she will use if the situation requires it.
Background and History:
She was born on Andoria to her four parents. At a young age, she learned of other races and of Starfleet, and was fascinated by them. The thought of having to procreate was almost loathsome at the time, and she knew what she wanted. As much as she cared about her people, it wasn’t to stay on Andoria. As soon as she could, she left for Earth, and applied to Starfleet Academy. In her time at the Academy she developed friendships, and entered into the medical path. Her teacher helped her to develop a better bedside manner. She graduated in four years with a major in Medicine and a minor in Psychology. She was to be assigned to another ship, but, in need of medics due to its losses, Starfleet assigned Ibis to the USS Nike.
Name of Celebrity: Caterina Scorsone
Link to Avatar: i49.tinypic.com/2dje1zn.png
Sample Roleplay:
Ibis stepped through the airlock, and glanced around, but only momentarily; this was not a tour. She had a destination to get to. Nodding to the Petty Officer beside her, she made her way to sickbay. She had looked over the schematics so she had a fair idea of where it was. The ship was a cacophony of sights, smells, and sounds – none of them were unpleasant to her even though they might be to someone else. She was fine with any working conditions as long as they let her do what was necessary. There was almost always someone who needed help, and she intended to be there to provide it.
She walked down a narrow corridor, her pack brushing against the wall. She carried the bare minimum, with few objects of sentimentality within them. Most of them had a practical use, aside from a necklace her father had given her as a child. She would not wear it unless the captain allowed.
She found sickbay. As expected, it was overcrowded with patients. She set her bag down on an empty table, and retrieved the medical instruments, finding the person who was in the most dire need. She scanned the woman’s injuries, but they were only surface wounds. She instructed the woman to remain still while she used the dermal regenerator. She noticed the other medic on duty, but she was too busy in her focus on this patient. The woman was nervous, but Ibis’ gentle touch and voice were working – she was remaining still as the Andorian ran the dermal regenerator over her injuries. “There you go,” she said, smiling and patting the woman on the shoulder. “All healed. You should be good to go. If you need anything else, please let me know.”