Post by Lieutenant JG Fau'cheth on Dec 23, 2009 20:40:36 GMT -8
General Information
Character's Name: Fau'cheth
Age: 29
Gender: Female
Race: Caitian
Birthplace: Ferasa (Cait)
Rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Department: Operations
Face Claim: Farah Fawcett
Appearance
Height: 5'2" (Tall for a female Caitian)
Weight: 108
Hair Color: Fur and mane are a light golden color most similar to an Earth Mountain Lion.
Eye Color: Orange
Civilian Style: Loosely draped clothing of her race
Other: Her tail has a small crimp in the end due to an injury at a young age. As all Caitians she can see and hear into spectrum beyond human range. The Caitians tail is a barometer for their mood and will lash with either agitation or playfulness. The more delicate feline skeletal system affords her excellent flexibility, agility and speed, but leaves her in danger of physical damage. Claws aren't a bad weapon. Her eidetic memory helps with learning languages and remembering a myriad of facts, besides faces and associated voices.
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Personality
She is sweet sometimes playful. She is a bit flighty, though not high strung, a person who follows her intuition and her fancies, whenever she is able. This is not really a contrast with her absolute dedication to her work, and to the wellbeing of officers and crewbeings working with her.
Fau'cheth feels somewhat constrained in the close quarters of a ship, but makes do. She also has managed to gain the most unorthodox quarters that several people in Starfleet have ever heard of.
She is well aware of the attraction many hominid sentients feel toward members of her species, and she enjoys it greatly. She is a great flirt, but is careful not to lead people on. She saw the results of improper flirting in Starfleet Academy, and does not want a repeat of her own terrible mistakes there. She will still come across people who are angry with her, and she does not like thinking about the names several of the students there have called her.
As passionate about athletics as the rest, Fau'cheth is known as one of the finest, most expert climbers and spelunkers, and at every opportunity, she will find a mountain or a cave to go play with.
Oh, and watch out. She has a slightly caustic wit. Just one. She claims the others got tired of it, and left.
Fau'cheth feels somewhat constrained in the close quarters of a ship, but makes do. She also has managed to gain the most unorthodox quarters that several people in Starfleet have ever heard of.
She is well aware of the attraction many hominid sentients feel toward members of her species, and she enjoys it greatly. She is a great flirt, but is careful not to lead people on. She saw the results of improper flirting in Starfleet Academy, and does not want a repeat of her own terrible mistakes there. She will still come across people who are angry with her, and she does not like thinking about the names several of the students there have called her.
As passionate about athletics as the rest, Fau'cheth is known as one of the finest, most expert climbers and spelunkers, and at every opportunity, she will find a mountain or a cave to go play with.
Oh, and watch out. She has a slightly caustic wit. Just one. She claims the others got tired of it, and left.
History
Following many of her race into Starfleet was not a difficult decision and Fau'cheth enjoyed her time there at Starfleet Academy. She enjoyed a robust social life and yet maintained decent grades graduating in the middle of her class. She enjoyed many of her classes but found special joy in flying. Natural talent for helm got her better grades there than any other discipline.
Her first posting to helm was a smaller ship the Cambridge which has recently returned to the shipyard for repairs to one of their warp coils. Upon arrival she received new orders to report to Nike as a crew replacement. Her CO informed her that Starfleet would send a new graduate to take her place on the Cambridge. The courier boat was a nice fast boat and she'd enjoyed flying her.
Her first posting to helm was a smaller ship the Cambridge which has recently returned to the shipyard for repairs to one of their warp coils. Upon arrival she received new orders to report to Nike as a crew replacement. Her CO informed her that Starfleet would send a new graduate to take her place on the Cambridge. The courier boat was a nice fast boat and she'd enjoyed flying her.
Sample Role Play
She looked out the port to see the small sleek craft she'd called home for the last year. Her fingers trailed across the transparent aluminum surface as she walked in the direction of Nike. She'd miss the beautiful way the Cambridge handled.
Nike, she thought. Wasn't that the little winged goddess of earth legend who represented victory or something like that? She was hoping she wasn't going to be flying another courier boat. They hadn't bothered to tell her the class of the ship, just the name and hadn't given her any time to do more than gather her things.
She could see a massive ship through the transparency now and she wondered if her new ship was somehow hidden behind it. "Whoah, that baby had been in a battle! There were repair crews all over it.
Her breath caught in her throat as she read the words blazing across the disk of the saucer before her... USS Nike. Eyes almost popped out of her head in awe...
She flexed her fingers and her tail began to lash behind her "I'm going to fly that!"
She purred as she walked to the boarding station.
Nike, she thought. Wasn't that the little winged goddess of earth legend who represented victory or something like that? She was hoping she wasn't going to be flying another courier boat. They hadn't bothered to tell her the class of the ship, just the name and hadn't given her any time to do more than gather her things.
She could see a massive ship through the transparency now and she wondered if her new ship was somehow hidden behind it. "Whoah, that baby had been in a battle! There were repair crews all over it.
Her breath caught in her throat as she read the words blazing across the disk of the saucer before her... USS Nike. Eyes almost popped out of her head in awe...
She flexed her fingers and her tail began to lash behind her "I'm going to fly that!"
She purred as she walked to the boarding station.
Family and Relationships
- Mated to Pesh'ewa
