Post by Lt. Commander Travis Rousseau on Dec 13, 2009 17:59:52 GMT -8
Character's Name: Travis Yann (John) Rousseau
Age: 30 (now 35 due to new plot)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile
Travis is 6'1", muscular though lean and weighs 155lbs. Travis' hair is dark brown with strains of golden highlights. It has a slight curl to it that gives him a boyish appearance. A light shade of facial hair (the same color as his hair) lines his upper lip and chin. His skin is soft and tanned from many years of lounging on the white, sandy beaches alongside the Mediterranean. His eyes are a Smokey gray. They are by far his most distinguishing feature and the reason, his wife says, she gave him a chance. XD His lips are full and pink.
When he's not in uniform Travis dresses in a nice tailored sweater or button up. He prefers jeans to stiff, black trousers. On his feet he usually wears tennis shoes, boots or a comfortable slipper (mostly when he's being lazy and lounging within his quarters.)
He has a mild French accent. English is not his first language, but he prefers to speak it because of how universal it is. His wife is English so she corrects him if he says something incorrectly, but he's fluent in English now and doesn't have quite as many issues with the language as he used to.
Birthplace: Marseille, France
Preferred rank: Lt. Commander
Department: Private Physician serving Commodore Bryson Kavanaugh
Personality:
Travis is hard working and dedicated to the job. He can come across as a bit mean at times and has a tendency to call people out on their mistakes if he believes it'll help improve the system or work efficiency. He knows what it takes to get the job done and he puts 110% into every task he has to perform. There's no room for errors with him , though he occasionally makes a few himself. He never makes the same mistake twice choosing to learn from them.
When Travis isn't working he enjoys lounging with friends. He's been known to kick his feet up, pop open a soda and laze around in his boxers watching a movie or two with his wife. He's not a socialite, but he enjoys company and large crowds as long as things remain calm. He avoids confrontation if he can, but he has been known to step in between fights if he sees one coming.
Travis is also very loving and down to earth. He adores his wife and their newborn daughter and will give his life if it means they'll be safe. He offers a comforting arm if someone is feeling down and isn't so egotistic that he can't stroke someone elses ego a bit. He gives credit where credit is due.
He's honest to a fault. Sometimes his honesty as gotten him in trouble, yet he's incapable of lying. To avoid having to he doesn't do things he knows he'll regret later.
Travis is not perfect by any means. Don't let his sly smile and vibrant gaze fool you. He has his doubts like everyone else, but he's good at hiding them. Showing weakness isn't something he does often, especially around those he barely knows.
Background and History:
Being born to two doctors, it wasn't at all shocking when Travis decided to follow in his parents footsteps and become a medical officer. Both his parents were strict about academics and education and he inherited their hard work and dedication to the job.
Travis' career began like all others pursuing careers in medicine. While at Starfleet Academy however he shyed away from the competitiveness that his peers enjoyed. The thirst to 'prove' herself wasn't as prominent as those around him, however he did pursue success, whether it be by the skin of her teeth or by a mile. He refused to fail and because of that he did fairly well during his four years at the Academy. He graduated in the top five percent of his class and his parents could not have been more proud.
Throughout the years after graduation Travis proved himself to be an adept medical officer. After years of hard, strenuous work he had completed his second assignment before he was promoted from ensign to Lieutenant JG. It was on his fourth assignment however that he truly had the opportunitiy to prove himself to his superiors.
While aboard the USS Eragith the ship was severely attacked by an unknown alien species. The ship crash landed on an unknown planet and several of the crew were badly injured, including himself. However he managed to ignore his own pain and help those around him heal. He delegated assignments, made life and death decisions that saved most of his crew and at the end of it all not only helped his fellow officers, but did his best to keep everyone calm in their less than thrilling situation.
This event strengthened his resolve and made him a more confident officer. When the USS Eragith was finally found he was later promoted from Lieutenant JG to Lieutenant Commander. That was a large promotion even for him, but he wasn't complaining. He'd done his job well and he knew it.
After finishing his fifth assignment he was assigned to the USS Nike as Assistant Chief Medical Officer. He knew how lucky he was to snab such a position on a ship like the Zephyr so he took it readily. Though it took a while for him to get his bearings, he finally began to call the USS Nike home.
His first year aboard the Nike was stressful, but during all of the ups and downs he met his future wife. They dated for little over a year and he proposed on her birthday.
It has been nine months since Beth found out she was pregnant. Their daughter is due any day now. Things were hectic with the attack of the Nike and the addition of new crew. Life has paused for Travis and his small family while they await the arrival of their first child.
Name of Celebrity: Ian Somerhalder
Link to Avatar: eros494.webs.com/travis.png
Sample Roleplay:
It didn't matter that it was late or that he had just finished a twelve our shift in sickbay. He couldn't fall asleep. The room was dark and cool air blew in through the vents along the walls. A soft, honey glow illuminated the furniture creating a sort of hazy shrine around them and yet, even with the setting so enticing, it didn't urge him to fall into a deep trance.
His insomnia didn't seem to effect his dozing wife. Beth lay nuzzled at his side with his arm resting comfortably underneath her neck which she loved using as a pillow. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each unlabored breath. She slept a lot these days. Their growing daughter was taking a toll on her body so when she wasn't organizing the baby's room she was resting and preparing for her arrival.
They had a few weeks now. Too long if you asked him. Travis shifted closer to his wife's back and wrapped his arms lovingly around her growing belly. He lifted the covers a bit higher as he balled into her, burying his face into her brunettle curls that smelled like a mixture of them both; floral and musk.
He tried closing his eyes, tempting sleep to overwhelm him, but with his eyes closed he could only concentrate on his throbbing heart beat and his own erratic breaths. This was the tenth night in a row that he lay awake with thoughts of their future playing like a broken, fragment record in his head.
It was just them now, but soon another human being would be here. And she would depend on them to nuture her, to teach her and protect her from the evils of this world. He was ready for her, he had no doubt of that, but he was still unsure. Would he be a good father? Beth needed him to be. When he said 'I do' he promised to protect her, to be with her through thick and thin.
He could do this. He knew he could, but still the doubts lingered.
Placing a tender kiss atop Beth's head he squeezed her close. "I love you," he whispered to her sleeping form.
Love would see him through his doubts. They had these past two years. With Beth at his side anything was possible.
With those thoughts fresh on his mind and his beautiful wife and child cradled in his arms he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.
Age: 30 (now 35 due to new plot)
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile
Travis is 6'1", muscular though lean and weighs 155lbs. Travis' hair is dark brown with strains of golden highlights. It has a slight curl to it that gives him a boyish appearance. A light shade of facial hair (the same color as his hair) lines his upper lip and chin. His skin is soft and tanned from many years of lounging on the white, sandy beaches alongside the Mediterranean. His eyes are a Smokey gray. They are by far his most distinguishing feature and the reason, his wife says, she gave him a chance. XD His lips are full and pink.
When he's not in uniform Travis dresses in a nice tailored sweater or button up. He prefers jeans to stiff, black trousers. On his feet he usually wears tennis shoes, boots or a comfortable slipper (mostly when he's being lazy and lounging within his quarters.)
He has a mild French accent. English is not his first language, but he prefers to speak it because of how universal it is. His wife is English so she corrects him if he says something incorrectly, but he's fluent in English now and doesn't have quite as many issues with the language as he used to.
Birthplace: Marseille, France
Preferred rank: Lt. Commander
Department: Private Physician serving Commodore Bryson Kavanaugh
Personality:
Travis is hard working and dedicated to the job. He can come across as a bit mean at times and has a tendency to call people out on their mistakes if he believes it'll help improve the system or work efficiency. He knows what it takes to get the job done and he puts 110% into every task he has to perform. There's no room for errors with him , though he occasionally makes a few himself. He never makes the same mistake twice choosing to learn from them.
When Travis isn't working he enjoys lounging with friends. He's been known to kick his feet up, pop open a soda and laze around in his boxers watching a movie or two with his wife. He's not a socialite, but he enjoys company and large crowds as long as things remain calm. He avoids confrontation if he can, but he has been known to step in between fights if he sees one coming.
Travis is also very loving and down to earth. He adores his wife and their newborn daughter and will give his life if it means they'll be safe. He offers a comforting arm if someone is feeling down and isn't so egotistic that he can't stroke someone elses ego a bit. He gives credit where credit is due.
He's honest to a fault. Sometimes his honesty as gotten him in trouble, yet he's incapable of lying. To avoid having to he doesn't do things he knows he'll regret later.
Travis is not perfect by any means. Don't let his sly smile and vibrant gaze fool you. He has his doubts like everyone else, but he's good at hiding them. Showing weakness isn't something he does often, especially around those he barely knows.
Background and History:
Being born to two doctors, it wasn't at all shocking when Travis decided to follow in his parents footsteps and become a medical officer. Both his parents were strict about academics and education and he inherited their hard work and dedication to the job.
Travis' career began like all others pursuing careers in medicine. While at Starfleet Academy however he shyed away from the competitiveness that his peers enjoyed. The thirst to 'prove' herself wasn't as prominent as those around him, however he did pursue success, whether it be by the skin of her teeth or by a mile. He refused to fail and because of that he did fairly well during his four years at the Academy. He graduated in the top five percent of his class and his parents could not have been more proud.
Throughout the years after graduation Travis proved himself to be an adept medical officer. After years of hard, strenuous work he had completed his second assignment before he was promoted from ensign to Lieutenant JG. It was on his fourth assignment however that he truly had the opportunitiy to prove himself to his superiors.
While aboard the USS Eragith the ship was severely attacked by an unknown alien species. The ship crash landed on an unknown planet and several of the crew were badly injured, including himself. However he managed to ignore his own pain and help those around him heal. He delegated assignments, made life and death decisions that saved most of his crew and at the end of it all not only helped his fellow officers, but did his best to keep everyone calm in their less than thrilling situation.
This event strengthened his resolve and made him a more confident officer. When the USS Eragith was finally found he was later promoted from Lieutenant JG to Lieutenant Commander. That was a large promotion even for him, but he wasn't complaining. He'd done his job well and he knew it.
After finishing his fifth assignment he was assigned to the USS Nike as Assistant Chief Medical Officer. He knew how lucky he was to snab such a position on a ship like the Zephyr so he took it readily. Though it took a while for him to get his bearings, he finally began to call the USS Nike home.
His first year aboard the Nike was stressful, but during all of the ups and downs he met his future wife. They dated for little over a year and he proposed on her birthday.
It has been nine months since Beth found out she was pregnant. Their daughter is due any day now. Things were hectic with the attack of the Nike and the addition of new crew. Life has paused for Travis and his small family while they await the arrival of their first child.
Name of Celebrity: Ian Somerhalder
Link to Avatar: eros494.webs.com/travis.png
Sample Roleplay:
It didn't matter that it was late or that he had just finished a twelve our shift in sickbay. He couldn't fall asleep. The room was dark and cool air blew in through the vents along the walls. A soft, honey glow illuminated the furniture creating a sort of hazy shrine around them and yet, even with the setting so enticing, it didn't urge him to fall into a deep trance.
His insomnia didn't seem to effect his dozing wife. Beth lay nuzzled at his side with his arm resting comfortably underneath her neck which she loved using as a pillow. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each unlabored breath. She slept a lot these days. Their growing daughter was taking a toll on her body so when she wasn't organizing the baby's room she was resting and preparing for her arrival.
They had a few weeks now. Too long if you asked him. Travis shifted closer to his wife's back and wrapped his arms lovingly around her growing belly. He lifted the covers a bit higher as he balled into her, burying his face into her brunettle curls that smelled like a mixture of them both; floral and musk.
He tried closing his eyes, tempting sleep to overwhelm him, but with his eyes closed he could only concentrate on his throbbing heart beat and his own erratic breaths. This was the tenth night in a row that he lay awake with thoughts of their future playing like a broken, fragment record in his head.
It was just them now, but soon another human being would be here. And she would depend on them to nuture her, to teach her and protect her from the evils of this world. He was ready for her, he had no doubt of that, but he was still unsure. Would he be a good father? Beth needed him to be. When he said 'I do' he promised to protect her, to be with her through thick and thin.
He could do this. He knew he could, but still the doubts lingered.
Placing a tender kiss atop Beth's head he squeezed her close. "I love you," he whispered to her sleeping form.
Love would see him through his doubts. They had these past two years. With Beth at his side anything was possible.
With those thoughts fresh on his mind and his beautiful wife and child cradled in his arms he finally drifted into a peaceful sleep.
