Post by xEnsign Zaynah on Dec 21, 2009 23:06:17 GMT -8
Character's Name: Zaynah
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Orion
Physical Profile 5'7, 115lb, Dark brownish-red hair, green skin, reddish eyes.
Birthplace: Orion
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Science - Biology and Cultural Studies
Personality: Talkative, full of life, sees the good in just about every situation. She doesn't follow the human social restrictions on dating and ends up getting into tricky situations from time to time as a result. She has the habit of talking to her biological samples.
Background and History: Zaynah is an orphan and has had to fend for herself since the age of twelve, though officially she was under the guidance of an aunt. Her guardian, however, wanted nothing to do with her, and only made an effort to sign permission slips and other school documents, knowing that Zaynah would be out of her hair when she graduated. On that day, Zaynah came home to find her bags outside the door and the access codes changed. Alone, she worked on a trade ship until she received confirmation of her Starfleet Academy acceptance. She floundered in her first year, undecided of a career path, until she spoke to a career counselor who picked up on Zaynah's natural ability to get along with just about any species. Zay graduated the Academy specializing in both biology and cultural studies. She served for two years on the USS Hawking, a science vessel, until being reassigned to the USS Nike after its disastrous mission. It was thought that Zaynah's unique way of viewing cultural behaviors and patterns might give her an insight to the Borg that hadn't been brought to the table yet.
Name of Celebrity: Allison Harvard
Link to Avatar: i39.tinypic.com/34rdgur.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
"Hurry up, I'm going to be late," Zaynah shouted at the man who was carrying her bags. The man grunted, but picked up his speed. He had no idea why he had offered to assist her, but as he sprinted after her, he wasn't complaining. The view was too good. "Perfect," she said as they reached the gate, "thank you." He beamed at her and stood there, not blinking. "You can go now," she laughed. He nodded. "Go... now..." she prompted him again. He reluctantly wandered off, wondering what had just happened.
Minutes later, Zaynah was on a shuttle to Utopia Planitia. As it approached, Zay's eyes widened. She had heard the Nike had seen battle... she just hadn't thought it would have been that severe. "We're supposed to take off... when?!" She shook her head. How would they ever hope to repair all of it in time? The man sitting next to her nodded, "they're working double, sometimes triple, shifts. I'm going to be supervising the exterior reconstruction." Zaynah looked him over. "You seem too old to be flitting around outside of a starship," she said. He frowned at her, saw her innocent eyes and laughed, then ran a hand through his graying hair, "you're probably right," he said, "but tell that to Starfleet." He held out his hand, introducing himself as Admiral Wainwright. As they waited for the final shuttle landing sequence, the two of them had a nice chat. "If you ever get to Earth," he said as the shuttle doors opened, "look me up. I have a house in the Hamptons." He hoped he'd see her again. In person. Not as a name in a list of casualties. The Nike had already lost too many...
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Race: Orion
Physical Profile 5'7, 115lb, Dark brownish-red hair, green skin, reddish eyes.
Birthplace: Orion
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Science - Biology and Cultural Studies
Personality: Talkative, full of life, sees the good in just about every situation. She doesn't follow the human social restrictions on dating and ends up getting into tricky situations from time to time as a result. She has the habit of talking to her biological samples.
Background and History: Zaynah is an orphan and has had to fend for herself since the age of twelve, though officially she was under the guidance of an aunt. Her guardian, however, wanted nothing to do with her, and only made an effort to sign permission slips and other school documents, knowing that Zaynah would be out of her hair when she graduated. On that day, Zaynah came home to find her bags outside the door and the access codes changed. Alone, she worked on a trade ship until she received confirmation of her Starfleet Academy acceptance. She floundered in her first year, undecided of a career path, until she spoke to a career counselor who picked up on Zaynah's natural ability to get along with just about any species. Zay graduated the Academy specializing in both biology and cultural studies. She served for two years on the USS Hawking, a science vessel, until being reassigned to the USS Nike after its disastrous mission. It was thought that Zaynah's unique way of viewing cultural behaviors and patterns might give her an insight to the Borg that hadn't been brought to the table yet.
Name of Celebrity: Allison Harvard
Link to Avatar: i39.tinypic.com/34rdgur.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
"Hurry up, I'm going to be late," Zaynah shouted at the man who was carrying her bags. The man grunted, but picked up his speed. He had no idea why he had offered to assist her, but as he sprinted after her, he wasn't complaining. The view was too good. "Perfect," she said as they reached the gate, "thank you." He beamed at her and stood there, not blinking. "You can go now," she laughed. He nodded. "Go... now..." she prompted him again. He reluctantly wandered off, wondering what had just happened.
Minutes later, Zaynah was on a shuttle to Utopia Planitia. As it approached, Zay's eyes widened. She had heard the Nike had seen battle... she just hadn't thought it would have been that severe. "We're supposed to take off... when?!" She shook her head. How would they ever hope to repair all of it in time? The man sitting next to her nodded, "they're working double, sometimes triple, shifts. I'm going to be supervising the exterior reconstruction." Zaynah looked him over. "You seem too old to be flitting around outside of a starship," she said. He frowned at her, saw her innocent eyes and laughed, then ran a hand through his graying hair, "you're probably right," he said, "but tell that to Starfleet." He held out his hand, introducing himself as Admiral Wainwright. As they waited for the final shuttle landing sequence, the two of them had a nice chat. "If you ever get to Earth," he said as the shuttle doors opened, "look me up. I have a house in the Hamptons." He hoped he'd see her again. In person. Not as a name in a list of casualties. The Nike had already lost too many...