Post by michael on Dec 12, 2009 14:23:31 GMT -8
Character's Name: Norgow
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Klingon
Physical Profile
Ht: 6'5"
Build: Muscular
Weight: 235,lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Dark
Race: Klingon
Birthplace: Qo'noS
Preferred rank: Major
Department: Starfleet Marine Corps
Personality: A warrior, not much for small talk, but extremely loyal. Lives by the Klingon code of death before dishonor. He would gladly give up his life for a friend.
Background and History: Norgow, son of Gorkhan was born on the Klingon homeworld of Qo'noS (Kronos, Starfleet Standard). He was the youngest of seven brothers, his father a Klingon war hero. As a child Norgow was active in the usual manner of a young Klingon, his days filled with dreams of battle and glory. All his life Norgow had an interest in things outside his own culture, proud of that culture as he was. Each of his brothers had risen to military prominence in the Klingon community as Norgow reached adulthood. Believing that his family's impeccable honor was more than safe, he did something he had wanted to for a long time, and asked his father permission to enroll at Starfleet Marine Academy. He convinced his father that his brothers had already done enough to ensure his family's standing for another generation, and that perhaps he could better serve them with some experience outside the Klingon world.
His father reluctantly granted him permission and he enrolled at Starfleet. He faced some of the old discrimination that still existed against Klingons, and was forced to work extra hard for the trust of his comrades. He proved to be an excellent Marine, distinguishing himself at the academy. His first service was aboard the USS Atlantic. He would win merits for bravery in a conflict with a rogue Romulan vessell, and later by rescuing three shipmates from an angry Bagarian Tiger on the planet of Kavaria. His service record was flawless during his time on the Atlantic.
Then came the day that the Atlantic would be losing a ship member to help supplement the weakened roster of the USS Nike. Knowing that none of his friends were ready for a change of scenery, Norgow stepped up and volunteered himself. He said goodbye to his shipmates and readied himself for his new job as the Marine Contingent CO of the USS Nike.
Name of Celebrity: Jason Momoa
Link to Avatar: i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu356/Michael1584/ronon.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
Norgow could think of no better way than to go it alone. He packed only the things he would need, and he headed out into the cold. The very nature of this affair was to test his mettle as a Klingon, and while law stated that he could bring along one companion, he had figured a little meditation could be an added bonus. Admittedly, the "meditation" he enjoyed in the freezing cave had pretty much consisted of the imagining of warm confines and Klingon Blood Wine, he still felt going it alone had been the right decision.
Mar'kal, on the very bottom of the planet Qo'noS, was arguably the coldest part of the world. Norgow's family had chosen this test as the final challenge of their men. This test would be the last bump in the road they endured before being accepted into full blown manhood. Hereafter, they would enjoy full title as Men of The House. After some time tracking the beast, Norgow began a low crawl up a snow covered hill. Sure enough, the beast was there. The Drego'naR, a vicious beast, both dreaded and respected in Klingon culture.
Norgow dropped his bags. He dropped eveything but his trusted mek'leth. He roared like an animal to get the beast's attention. The desired affect was achieved and the beast turned to look at him. The beast roared back, and began a headlong dash toward Norgow. Norgow readied himself for the impending attack, waiting patiently for just the right moment. He breathed heavily in anticipation, the monster edging ever closer. Every time one of beast's feet hit the ground, it was as if a second had ticked off a clock. Finally it happened. One violent, loud, disturbing crash. It was as if the immovable object had met the irresistable force. Both combatants lay on the ground, motionless.
Finally, he rose. Norgow, son of Gorkhan, Klingon warrior. He raised the mek'leth above his head, and the warm blood dripped from the weapon onto his face. Norgow let out another loud roar. He had done it. He was ready to be recognized as a man. He was ready to be recognized as a Klingon.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Klingon
Physical Profile
Ht: 6'5"
Build: Muscular
Weight: 235,lbs.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Skin Tone: Dark
Race: Klingon
Birthplace: Qo'noS
Preferred rank: Major
Department: Starfleet Marine Corps
Personality: A warrior, not much for small talk, but extremely loyal. Lives by the Klingon code of death before dishonor. He would gladly give up his life for a friend.
Background and History: Norgow, son of Gorkhan was born on the Klingon homeworld of Qo'noS (Kronos, Starfleet Standard). He was the youngest of seven brothers, his father a Klingon war hero. As a child Norgow was active in the usual manner of a young Klingon, his days filled with dreams of battle and glory. All his life Norgow had an interest in things outside his own culture, proud of that culture as he was. Each of his brothers had risen to military prominence in the Klingon community as Norgow reached adulthood. Believing that his family's impeccable honor was more than safe, he did something he had wanted to for a long time, and asked his father permission to enroll at Starfleet Marine Academy. He convinced his father that his brothers had already done enough to ensure his family's standing for another generation, and that perhaps he could better serve them with some experience outside the Klingon world.
His father reluctantly granted him permission and he enrolled at Starfleet. He faced some of the old discrimination that still existed against Klingons, and was forced to work extra hard for the trust of his comrades. He proved to be an excellent Marine, distinguishing himself at the academy. His first service was aboard the USS Atlantic. He would win merits for bravery in a conflict with a rogue Romulan vessell, and later by rescuing three shipmates from an angry Bagarian Tiger on the planet of Kavaria. His service record was flawless during his time on the Atlantic.
Then came the day that the Atlantic would be losing a ship member to help supplement the weakened roster of the USS Nike. Knowing that none of his friends were ready for a change of scenery, Norgow stepped up and volunteered himself. He said goodbye to his shipmates and readied himself for his new job as the Marine Contingent CO of the USS Nike.
Name of Celebrity: Jason Momoa
Link to Avatar: i663.photobucket.com/albums/uu356/Michael1584/ronon.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
Norgow could think of no better way than to go it alone. He packed only the things he would need, and he headed out into the cold. The very nature of this affair was to test his mettle as a Klingon, and while law stated that he could bring along one companion, he had figured a little meditation could be an added bonus. Admittedly, the "meditation" he enjoyed in the freezing cave had pretty much consisted of the imagining of warm confines and Klingon Blood Wine, he still felt going it alone had been the right decision.
Mar'kal, on the very bottom of the planet Qo'noS, was arguably the coldest part of the world. Norgow's family had chosen this test as the final challenge of their men. This test would be the last bump in the road they endured before being accepted into full blown manhood. Hereafter, they would enjoy full title as Men of The House. After some time tracking the beast, Norgow began a low crawl up a snow covered hill. Sure enough, the beast was there. The Drego'naR, a vicious beast, both dreaded and respected in Klingon culture.
Norgow dropped his bags. He dropped eveything but his trusted mek'leth. He roared like an animal to get the beast's attention. The desired affect was achieved and the beast turned to look at him. The beast roared back, and began a headlong dash toward Norgow. Norgow readied himself for the impending attack, waiting patiently for just the right moment. He breathed heavily in anticipation, the monster edging ever closer. Every time one of beast's feet hit the ground, it was as if a second had ticked off a clock. Finally it happened. One violent, loud, disturbing crash. It was as if the immovable object had met the irresistable force. Both combatants lay on the ground, motionless.
Finally, he rose. Norgow, son of Gorkhan, Klingon warrior. He raised the mek'leth above his head, and the warm blood dripped from the weapon onto his face. Norgow let out another loud roar. He had done it. He was ready to be recognized as a man. He was ready to be recognized as a Klingon.
