Post by xPrivate Tara Mack on Jan 17, 2010 11:21:46 GMT -8
Character's Name: Private Tara Mack
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile : 5'8, 145lb, Brown/black hair, brown eyes.
Birthplace: New York, Earth
Preferred rank: Private
Department: Marine
Personality: Tara is a tough nut to crack. She is focused and driven.
Background and History:
Growing up in a family of 9 children, and being the only girl, Tara quickly threw aside the trappings of feminine play, choosing to join her brothers in their rough and tumble games. Much to their dismay, Tara displayed a quick intellect and outwitted them constantly. She can 'think outside the box' and seldom has trouble making decisions. Her brothers all followed in the family footsteps, becoming engineers, but Tara felt a different calling. She loved the adrenaline rush of battle, of trying to get into her opponents head, and chose to join the Marine section of Starfleet. She is very much at home with the guys and can dish it out as well as they give it. Romance, however, has always eluded her. After serving for many years on a planetside posting, she was recently appointed to the USS Nike as part of their Marine contingent.
Name of Celebrity:
Link to Avatar:
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Sample Roleplay:
"Give 'em hell," Robert said, slapping Tara on the back. The party for her transfer to the Nike had been in full swing for several hours and Tara was more than a little drunk. "There's no way those cybernetic bastards are giving me an anal probe," she said. Robert put a hand behind her back, steadying her as they walked across the room. Music, heavy with bass, thumped in the background. It was starting to give Tara a headache and she rubbed her eyes.
"I can walk on my own Rob," she laughed, though it was clearly not the case. A shout echoed through the room and Tara turned, already expecting trouble. However, it was nothing of the sort. A huge cake was being carried by her comrades. "Don't you think that's a little big," she asked. Rob laughed, "everything we do is big, remember?" He flexed a bicep muscle at her and she rolled her eyes, poking his arm with her finger, "all brawn... no brains." He dropped his arm and moved her over closer to the cake.
The troop began singing a bawdy song and Tara blushed, laughing at the lyrics. At the end, the cake began to move strangely and out popped a very buff man in only a speedo. "I thought you liked them brawny," Rob quipped, his face a contorted mass of amusement. Tara had drawn her weapon and had it pointed at the cake. "I guess I was wrong," Rob guffawed. "Stow it," Tara replied, holstering her weapon and giving him a kick. "It better be chocolate..."
Age: 28
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile : 5'8, 145lb, Brown/black hair, brown eyes.
Birthplace: New York, Earth
Preferred rank: Private
Department: Marine
Personality: Tara is a tough nut to crack. She is focused and driven.
Background and History:
Growing up in a family of 9 children, and being the only girl, Tara quickly threw aside the trappings of feminine play, choosing to join her brothers in their rough and tumble games. Much to their dismay, Tara displayed a quick intellect and outwitted them constantly. She can 'think outside the box' and seldom has trouble making decisions. Her brothers all followed in the family footsteps, becoming engineers, but Tara felt a different calling. She loved the adrenaline rush of battle, of trying to get into her opponents head, and chose to join the Marine section of Starfleet. She is very much at home with the guys and can dish it out as well as they give it. Romance, however, has always eluded her. After serving for many years on a planetside posting, she was recently appointed to the USS Nike as part of their Marine contingent.
Name of Celebrity:
Link to Avatar:
i46.tinypic.com/2jbr79z.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
"Give 'em hell," Robert said, slapping Tara on the back. The party for her transfer to the Nike had been in full swing for several hours and Tara was more than a little drunk. "There's no way those cybernetic bastards are giving me an anal probe," she said. Robert put a hand behind her back, steadying her as they walked across the room. Music, heavy with bass, thumped in the background. It was starting to give Tara a headache and she rubbed her eyes.
"I can walk on my own Rob," she laughed, though it was clearly not the case. A shout echoed through the room and Tara turned, already expecting trouble. However, it was nothing of the sort. A huge cake was being carried by her comrades. "Don't you think that's a little big," she asked. Rob laughed, "everything we do is big, remember?" He flexed a bicep muscle at her and she rolled her eyes, poking his arm with her finger, "all brawn... no brains." He dropped his arm and moved her over closer to the cake.
The troop began singing a bawdy song and Tara blushed, laughing at the lyrics. At the end, the cake began to move strangely and out popped a very buff man in only a speedo. "I thought you liked them brawny," Rob quipped, his face a contorted mass of amusement. Tara had drawn her weapon and had it pointed at the cake. "I guess I was wrong," Rob guffawed. "Stow it," Tara replied, holstering her weapon and giving him a kick. "It better be chocolate..."
