Post by theresa on Feb 12, 2010 22:20:49 GMT -8
Character's Name: Theresa Roimata Kimball (prefers Terry)
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile:
Birthplace: Toowoomba, Australia, Earth
Preferred Rank: Lt. Commander, Head of Operations
Department: Operations
Personality:
Much of the time, Terry comes off as entirely a people person. She is friendly and cheerful. She smiles a lot and teases anyone she comes across in a goodhearted way. She exudes energy. That energy is very much her. She does everything with a passion and a determination, though she doesn't often show her intentions in quite that fashion. At times, this makes her protective and possessive of people who are close to her. Despite her agreeable nature, she has an argumentative streak. She isn't afraid to tell someone they're wrong. The amount of tact she has is limited to her naturally happy tendencies. She doesn't exactly behave like many normal commanding officers. She expects things to get done, but she isn't overly authoritative or formal. She tends to view and treat everyone almost exactly the same, from commander to ensign.
Background and History:
Theresa and Lucas Kimball, the twin children of a medical cadet in Starfleet name Mary Kimball, were born just outside of Toomwoomba, Australia on their grandmother's small farm. Their father was the son of a successful businessman, but their mother had only been dating him when she'd gotten pregnant and had staunchly refused to marry him, so they had split months before the twins were born. While they later worked it out enough so that he visited his children every so often, the twins were mostly raised by their grandmother. Their mother was too busy scrambling to keep her spot in the academy, though she did successfully pass on to being assigned onto a starbase. They weren't a particularly close pair, but they grew up happy and healthy despite the fact they were obviously entirely different in personality from the start.
While Lucas went on to become a delinquent in secondary school, Terry was a model student. She got the highest marks in all of her subjects, and excelled in track and running despite her obvious strength in mental fields. The only issue she showed was a small tendency to get into fights. She would hit anyone who provoked her enough times, which mainly meant her targets were her small school's bullies. The problem slowly righted itself when she began to develop her reputation. She didn't socially bloom whatsoever until she was over sixteen. Then she started to show an interest in boys, and girls. She didn't date many others, focusing more on her studies, but she was open about her sexuality. Her brother teased her for it and her mother, when she was around, seemed vaguely disapproving but her grandmother just seemed to find it amusing.
After graduating, she was accepted into Starfleet, much to the pride of her mother. Her brother went off to become a very successful computer programmer. At the academy, she managed to hit the fast track towards becoming an officer. Tests and her coursework showed that she was extremely intelligent, especially in mathematical fields, but she showed the most interest in leadership. She graduated the academy. Due to her adaptability in fields, she was assigned as an operations officer on a diplomatic transport. She found herself quite content with the assignment and she made herself a useful, admirable part of the crew. She saw no action, but managed to show some ability in several of the ships diplomatic missions. After four years, she was promoted to lieutenant under recommendation of her captain and transferred.
Terry was assigned to the much smaller USS Mar Elias and its tiny operations team. It was a border patrol vessel for sections of Starfleet space less known for being law abiding and civil. Between down times, they handled raiders and pirates. The small crew of only a couple of hundred were a tight group. Everyone knew everyone else, and Terry managed to worm herself in with an impressive ease. After two years aboard the Mar Elias and some experience with the work under her belt, she began a relationship with one of the security officers, Samantha Livingston. However, a little less than a year after that, the ship got into a fight with a pirate crew's runner and they were boarded. The operations chief was killed in the battle. She received only minor injuries and was selected to be promoted to Lt. Commander to take over for him.
A little over a month after the battle and her promotion, the ship returned all the way to Earth to dock for repairs and she was granted shore leave with the majority of the rest of the crew. She went to visit her grandmother and brother. Her mother was away as a doctor on the USS Nellie. She spent a happy two weeks redeveloping her Australian accent and drinking with the few old friends of hers that were still around. Then she was recalled and informed that she was transferring again because one of the crew under her on the Mar Elias was capable of taking over the position she had briefly been granted and she was needed elsewhere. She was sent to Mars, but she was given enough of a delay to do one thing. She broke up with Samantha. She was slated to arrive just in time to prepare for the launch of the USS Nike, her new assignment.
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Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile:
- Height - 5 ft. 7 in.
- Weight - 132 lb.
- Build - tall and slender.
- Hair - wavy and black.
- Eyes - dark amber brown.
- Skin - Hispanic, naturally tanned.
- Voice - slight Australian accent.
Birthplace: Toowoomba, Australia, Earth
Preferred Rank: Lt. Commander, Head of Operations
Department: Operations
Personality:
Much of the time, Terry comes off as entirely a people person. She is friendly and cheerful. She smiles a lot and teases anyone she comes across in a goodhearted way. She exudes energy. That energy is very much her. She does everything with a passion and a determination, though she doesn't often show her intentions in quite that fashion. At times, this makes her protective and possessive of people who are close to her. Despite her agreeable nature, she has an argumentative streak. She isn't afraid to tell someone they're wrong. The amount of tact she has is limited to her naturally happy tendencies. She doesn't exactly behave like many normal commanding officers. She expects things to get done, but she isn't overly authoritative or formal. She tends to view and treat everyone almost exactly the same, from commander to ensign.
Background and History:
Theresa and Lucas Kimball, the twin children of a medical cadet in Starfleet name Mary Kimball, were born just outside of Toomwoomba, Australia on their grandmother's small farm. Their father was the son of a successful businessman, but their mother had only been dating him when she'd gotten pregnant and had staunchly refused to marry him, so they had split months before the twins were born. While they later worked it out enough so that he visited his children every so often, the twins were mostly raised by their grandmother. Their mother was too busy scrambling to keep her spot in the academy, though she did successfully pass on to being assigned onto a starbase. They weren't a particularly close pair, but they grew up happy and healthy despite the fact they were obviously entirely different in personality from the start.
While Lucas went on to become a delinquent in secondary school, Terry was a model student. She got the highest marks in all of her subjects, and excelled in track and running despite her obvious strength in mental fields. The only issue she showed was a small tendency to get into fights. She would hit anyone who provoked her enough times, which mainly meant her targets were her small school's bullies. The problem slowly righted itself when she began to develop her reputation. She didn't socially bloom whatsoever until she was over sixteen. Then she started to show an interest in boys, and girls. She didn't date many others, focusing more on her studies, but she was open about her sexuality. Her brother teased her for it and her mother, when she was around, seemed vaguely disapproving but her grandmother just seemed to find it amusing.
After graduating, she was accepted into Starfleet, much to the pride of her mother. Her brother went off to become a very successful computer programmer. At the academy, she managed to hit the fast track towards becoming an officer. Tests and her coursework showed that she was extremely intelligent, especially in mathematical fields, but she showed the most interest in leadership. She graduated the academy. Due to her adaptability in fields, she was assigned as an operations officer on a diplomatic transport. She found herself quite content with the assignment and she made herself a useful, admirable part of the crew. She saw no action, but managed to show some ability in several of the ships diplomatic missions. After four years, she was promoted to lieutenant under recommendation of her captain and transferred.
Terry was assigned to the much smaller USS Mar Elias and its tiny operations team. It was a border patrol vessel for sections of Starfleet space less known for being law abiding and civil. Between down times, they handled raiders and pirates. The small crew of only a couple of hundred were a tight group. Everyone knew everyone else, and Terry managed to worm herself in with an impressive ease. After two years aboard the Mar Elias and some experience with the work under her belt, she began a relationship with one of the security officers, Samantha Livingston. However, a little less than a year after that, the ship got into a fight with a pirate crew's runner and they were boarded. The operations chief was killed in the battle. She received only minor injuries and was selected to be promoted to Lt. Commander to take over for him.
A little over a month after the battle and her promotion, the ship returned all the way to Earth to dock for repairs and she was granted shore leave with the majority of the rest of the crew. She went to visit her grandmother and brother. Her mother was away as a doctor on the USS Nellie. She spent a happy two weeks redeveloping her Australian accent and drinking with the few old friends of hers that were still around. Then she was recalled and informed that she was transferring again because one of the crew under her on the Mar Elias was capable of taking over the position she had briefly been granted and she was needed elsewhere. She was sent to Mars, but she was given enough of a delay to do one thing. She broke up with Samantha. She was slated to arrive just in time to prepare for the launch of the USS Nike, her new assignment.
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Sample Roleplay:
(Introductory post on USS Nike for Terry.)
Theresa Kimball materialized on the transporter pad. She blinked once and tossed a bit of her dark hair behind her shoulder, noting that she must have moved slightly right before the transport had been activated from the way it had fallen even though that information was entirely useless. Then she offered the ensign at the controls a smile. While faint signs of injuries from the battle on her last assignment that had eventually led to her occurring arrival on the USS Nike lay under her uniform, she had straight, clean, white teeth that helped to radiate a certain enthusiasm.
With her hands on her hips so she could saunter forward with amusement, she stepped off of the platform. Out from under the glow, her most dark appearance became more clear. She was young, possibly younger than the not particularly old ensign behind the controls. However, her uniform was marked with the insignia of her rank. She wasn't an ensign. She was a lieutenant commander. In fact, she was the ship's new chief of operations.
The ship was launching soon. She knew that, and it stuck firmly in the front of her mind, because that was all she knew. She was supposed to make sure that the giant ship she was suddenly presented with was ready and prepared. Taking a deep breathe, though the smile on her face didn't falter, she paused again and inspected the transporter room. She vaguely knew where her quarters were, and she had been briefed on the layout of the ship. However, she was at a lost of where to go, slightly overwhelmed.
Not that she showed it. She didn't think to bother the ensign. She fussed and fidgeted with the strap of her bag, which she had slung over one of her shoulders. It was all that she had brought, one bag. It was all she had ever had for years in her short life. She took a step towards the door. She would find herself a welcome. She always did. She had traveled before.
Theresa Kimball materialized on the transporter pad. She blinked once and tossed a bit of her dark hair behind her shoulder, noting that she must have moved slightly right before the transport had been activated from the way it had fallen even though that information was entirely useless. Then she offered the ensign at the controls a smile. While faint signs of injuries from the battle on her last assignment that had eventually led to her occurring arrival on the USS Nike lay under her uniform, she had straight, clean, white teeth that helped to radiate a certain enthusiasm.
With her hands on her hips so she could saunter forward with amusement, she stepped off of the platform. Out from under the glow, her most dark appearance became more clear. She was young, possibly younger than the not particularly old ensign behind the controls. However, her uniform was marked with the insignia of her rank. She wasn't an ensign. She was a lieutenant commander. In fact, she was the ship's new chief of operations.
The ship was launching soon. She knew that, and it stuck firmly in the front of her mind, because that was all she knew. She was supposed to make sure that the giant ship she was suddenly presented with was ready and prepared. Taking a deep breathe, though the smile on her face didn't falter, she paused again and inspected the transporter room. She vaguely knew where her quarters were, and she had been briefed on the layout of the ship. However, she was at a lost of where to go, slightly overwhelmed.
Not that she showed it. She didn't think to bother the ensign. She fussed and fidgeted with the strap of her bag, which she had slung over one of her shoulders. It was all that she had brought, one bag. It was all she had ever had for years in her short life. She took a step towards the door. She would find herself a welcome. She always did. She had traveled before.