Post by Lt. Commander Patrick Davidson on Dec 21, 2009 17:07:21 GMT -8
Character's Name: Patrick Vic Davidson
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile
Patrick is of African American and Asian descent. He has a light brown complexion. His eyes are hazel and jade toned. His hair is shaved low and it dark brown. Faint freckles cover his cheeks.
Birthplace: Brooklyn, NY
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Assistant Chief Science Officer
Personality:
Patrick is aggression personified. He's that bully that gets off on making your life miserable. He's competitive to a fault. Winning means a lot to him. If he starts something he wants to finish it successfully. If that's not possible he'll put it aside for later, but he never gives up on projects if he really wishes to see an end result.
Patrick is also rather honest. Not in the sense that he won't lie to your face, but if he doesn't agree with something you'll know. If he likes something you'll know also. He hardly holds his tongue. He doesn't want others to hold back with him either. Tell him what you think. Hurting his feelings isn't an easy thing. He takes insults fairly well and has been known to befriend those he hates just to piss them off.
Because of how he was raised he isn't really gentle with women. He's not a dog about it however. He dishes out compliments and has been known to flatter a few women without saying a word. He has also been known to purposely cross the line between colleague and intimate relationships. "It's a thin line," he says. "I can barely see it!" Women have called him a player. He just laughs it off. He's not player. He's just good at what he does.
At the end of the day Patrick is a hard working and noble man. Making friends is easy for him, but he's found that making enemies is easier. Work comes before play in the end. He means well. Too well some days.
Background and History:
Patrick was brought up and raised by his rather aggressive father and his four brothers. To say the least, he was surrounded by large amounts of testosterone and not much estrogen and that can effect a boy at such a young age.
While other kids his age were being taught to not hit girls, to eat with their mouths closed and to open doors for ladies, he was being taught which artery to slice for a quick kill, which sexual position was the best for a quick rump in the sack and how to make cherry bombs with house hold equipment. He loved it and nothing any woman could say could make him consider changing his ways.
Aggression and his fiery competitiveness got him through schooling. He was the big sports jock, the guy who got all of the girls. He road that horse until his senior year. When he graduated from high school he took a year off to 'find him.' During that time he worked odd jobs like being a mechanic, a stripper (for about a week) and a boxer. He found that he loved beating people up. It was a rush. The feel of adrenaline pumping through his veins, the heightened senses and the thrill of each knock out made his pulse race with exhilaration. This was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Or so he thought.
Patrick's boxing career came to an end when he got into an accident that fractured his skull, ribs and all of the bones in his wrists. He was advised not to fight like that again if he wanted to have use of his fingers. Heartbroken for the first time in his life he left boxing behind and set off to try his hand at something a bit more tame.
It was during one of his visits back home to Manhattan that his father's brother Daniel told him about starfleet. Yeah, he'd heard the name, seen the signs, heard the message, but it had never interested him much. Starfleet was for jerk offs who couldn't get laid. He put the idea of attending off for a few months. During that time his father fell ill. That was the changing point for his life. Patrick had to sit back and watch while his now 55 year old father struggled to live. An infection of some sort wrecked through his body weakening his immune system and making what was left of his viable cells useless.
Three short months later his father passed and Patrick was left wondering what in the hell was going on. His mother was already dead, now his father had been taken away from him as well. Nothing any doctor said could assauge the pain he experienced after his father's death. While others would have mourned he bottled up his anger and finally applied to starfleet academy.
Four short years later he graduated as an cellular biology science officer. He was no longer the unruly youth, but a levelheaded and highly confident man who finally had a purpose in life. He wanted to find a cure and save those who were dying of similiar ailments as his father.
He worked endlessly and excelled where others his age failed. He made discoveries and became recognized for his ability to think outside of the box. He wasn't afraid to take chances. His father had taught him that much. He was as aggressive in his work as he was with everything else. He worked on several ships before he was finally given the title Lieutenant a year before he joined the Carolina. Aboard the Carolina he worked endlessly toward promotion in the biology department and his work received high esteem and recognition. When the ship was attacked he was reassigned to the Nike and was given the promotion he wished for aboard that ship. Due to his extraordinary work in the field he was promoted to Assistant Chief Science Officer for his hard work and dedication to the job. Though a bit deterred by the change of ship, he's anxious to start anew.
Name of Celebrity: Jesse Williams
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Sample Roleplay:
His first punch sailed over his head. The second met air as well, but it was close. Patrick had to admit that.
"What's the saying, old chum." He cackled and ducked another swing that was meant for his face. "Oh! Stop trying to hit me and hit me, eh?" He said as he blocked a kick from the security lieutenant. The man's face was flustered and beet red. Patrick could see his pulse bounding in forehead as he tried endlessly to take him down to no avail.
"Wanna hit me?" Patrick continued shoving the man back with every failed attempt. "You're pissed aren't ya. Bet your momma would kiss your wound for ya. Shit!" He leaned back as the man, John, hurled his left fist at his face again. It grazed his cheek which now stung like hell. Now they were talking!
Patrick continued to bounce on the soles of his feet with his fists raised in the air. He leaned his head side to side and rubbed the side of his nose to wipe away the dripping sweat. "Come on Johnny boy." He said as the man turned to try and keep up with him. His steps were fast, practiced and teasing. He wouldn't hit until the last minute. Too bad John didn't know that. The older man continued to hurl himself at him, but he blocked and avoided every hit.
He may as well put the guy out of his misery. Quickening his steps he hurled forward and raised his right arm out to the side taking John by the neck with his arm and shoving him to the ground. All the guy could do was yell out in pain as his back hit the mats. Smirking now, Patrick pulled up and looked at his buddy.
"Now how about that drink?"
With his eyes squeezed shut, John groaned and nodded. "I wanna learn that one next," he said chuckling. Patrick rolled onto his back and tossed his head back with laughter. "I'm afraid that's a bit advanced for you, old man."
They lay there cracking jokes, both unaware that in a few short days one of them wouldn't be there anymore.
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile
Patrick is of African American and Asian descent. He has a light brown complexion. His eyes are hazel and jade toned. His hair is shaved low and it dark brown. Faint freckles cover his cheeks.
Birthplace: Brooklyn, NY
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Assistant Chief Science Officer
Personality:
Patrick is aggression personified. He's that bully that gets off on making your life miserable. He's competitive to a fault. Winning means a lot to him. If he starts something he wants to finish it successfully. If that's not possible he'll put it aside for later, but he never gives up on projects if he really wishes to see an end result.
Patrick is also rather honest. Not in the sense that he won't lie to your face, but if he doesn't agree with something you'll know. If he likes something you'll know also. He hardly holds his tongue. He doesn't want others to hold back with him either. Tell him what you think. Hurting his feelings isn't an easy thing. He takes insults fairly well and has been known to befriend those he hates just to piss them off.
Because of how he was raised he isn't really gentle with women. He's not a dog about it however. He dishes out compliments and has been known to flatter a few women without saying a word. He has also been known to purposely cross the line between colleague and intimate relationships. "It's a thin line," he says. "I can barely see it!" Women have called him a player. He just laughs it off. He's not player. He's just good at what he does.
At the end of the day Patrick is a hard working and noble man. Making friends is easy for him, but he's found that making enemies is easier. Work comes before play in the end. He means well. Too well some days.
Background and History:
Patrick was brought up and raised by his rather aggressive father and his four brothers. To say the least, he was surrounded by large amounts of testosterone and not much estrogen and that can effect a boy at such a young age.
While other kids his age were being taught to not hit girls, to eat with their mouths closed and to open doors for ladies, he was being taught which artery to slice for a quick kill, which sexual position was the best for a quick rump in the sack and how to make cherry bombs with house hold equipment. He loved it and nothing any woman could say could make him consider changing his ways.
Aggression and his fiery competitiveness got him through schooling. He was the big sports jock, the guy who got all of the girls. He road that horse until his senior year. When he graduated from high school he took a year off to 'find him.' During that time he worked odd jobs like being a mechanic, a stripper (for about a week) and a boxer. He found that he loved beating people up. It was a rush. The feel of adrenaline pumping through his veins, the heightened senses and the thrill of each knock out made his pulse race with exhilaration. This was what he wanted to do for the rest of his life. Or so he thought.
Patrick's boxing career came to an end when he got into an accident that fractured his skull, ribs and all of the bones in his wrists. He was advised not to fight like that again if he wanted to have use of his fingers. Heartbroken for the first time in his life he left boxing behind and set off to try his hand at something a bit more tame.
It was during one of his visits back home to Manhattan that his father's brother Daniel told him about starfleet. Yeah, he'd heard the name, seen the signs, heard the message, but it had never interested him much. Starfleet was for jerk offs who couldn't get laid. He put the idea of attending off for a few months. During that time his father fell ill. That was the changing point for his life. Patrick had to sit back and watch while his now 55 year old father struggled to live. An infection of some sort wrecked through his body weakening his immune system and making what was left of his viable cells useless.
Three short months later his father passed and Patrick was left wondering what in the hell was going on. His mother was already dead, now his father had been taken away from him as well. Nothing any doctor said could assauge the pain he experienced after his father's death. While others would have mourned he bottled up his anger and finally applied to starfleet academy.
Four short years later he graduated as an cellular biology science officer. He was no longer the unruly youth, but a levelheaded and highly confident man who finally had a purpose in life. He wanted to find a cure and save those who were dying of similiar ailments as his father.
He worked endlessly and excelled where others his age failed. He made discoveries and became recognized for his ability to think outside of the box. He wasn't afraid to take chances. His father had taught him that much. He was as aggressive in his work as he was with everything else. He worked on several ships before he was finally given the title Lieutenant a year before he joined the Carolina. Aboard the Carolina he worked endlessly toward promotion in the biology department and his work received high esteem and recognition. When the ship was attacked he was reassigned to the Nike and was given the promotion he wished for aboard that ship. Due to his extraordinary work in the field he was promoted to Assistant Chief Science Officer for his hard work and dedication to the job. Though a bit deterred by the change of ship, he's anxious to start anew.
Name of Celebrity: Jesse Williams
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Sample Roleplay:
His first punch sailed over his head. The second met air as well, but it was close. Patrick had to admit that.
"What's the saying, old chum." He cackled and ducked another swing that was meant for his face. "Oh! Stop trying to hit me and hit me, eh?" He said as he blocked a kick from the security lieutenant. The man's face was flustered and beet red. Patrick could see his pulse bounding in forehead as he tried endlessly to take him down to no avail.
"Wanna hit me?" Patrick continued shoving the man back with every failed attempt. "You're pissed aren't ya. Bet your momma would kiss your wound for ya. Shit!" He leaned back as the man, John, hurled his left fist at his face again. It grazed his cheek which now stung like hell. Now they were talking!
Patrick continued to bounce on the soles of his feet with his fists raised in the air. He leaned his head side to side and rubbed the side of his nose to wipe away the dripping sweat. "Come on Johnny boy." He said as the man turned to try and keep up with him. His steps were fast, practiced and teasing. He wouldn't hit until the last minute. Too bad John didn't know that. The older man continued to hurl himself at him, but he blocked and avoided every hit.
He may as well put the guy out of his misery. Quickening his steps he hurled forward and raised his right arm out to the side taking John by the neck with his arm and shoving him to the ground. All the guy could do was yell out in pain as his back hit the mats. Smirking now, Patrick pulled up and looked at his buddy.
"Now how about that drink?"
With his eyes squeezed shut, John groaned and nodded. "I wanna learn that one next," he said chuckling. Patrick rolled onto his back and tossed his head back with laughter. "I'm afraid that's a bit advanced for you, old man."
They lay there cracking jokes, both unaware that in a few short days one of them wouldn't be there anymore.
