Post by xEnsign Vhatter on Nov 29, 2009 10:16:13 GMT -8
Character's Name: Vhatter
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Denobulan/Klingon
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.): 6'1, No hair, Ever-changing eye color (common for the species), Facial ridges, spinal ridge, striped toenails, long tongue, powerful immune system. Needs to hibernate for 6 days a year. Unlike others of his species, he does not have the "blowfish" talent of facial expansion, much to his embarrassment.
Birthplace: Cargo vessel
Hobbies: Rock climbing
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Medical - Medic
Personality: Very outgoing, wants to be needed, is in his early prime for his species, so he's still exploring his hormones. He hates to be alone, preferring large groups of people around him. He makes friends easily.
Background and History:
The position of medic suits Vahtter well, giving him plenty of opportunities to interact with others. He originally joined the Denobulan Army, but quickly fell out of favor due to his "devil may care" attitude and unwillingness to kill. After a fall from a climbing trip ended him in the hospital, he saw the challenges and benefits the position of Medic would offer him. Due to his inability for facial expansion, a result of his mixed parentage, he was shunned by society, which prompted him to consider Starfleet Academy, an organization known for racial tolerance. After his Klingon mother and Denobulan father passed away, he got that chance. However, his hibernation fell upon the time of final exams and he failed. Only after pleading his case to the Dean, in his own smooth style, did he convince them to let him retest.
Name of Celebrity: Taye Diggs
Link to Avatar: i46.tinypic.com/2zguoly.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
He stood on the precipice of a new journey. After saying goodbye to his extended family who had traveled a long distance to see him, he sat in the shuttle which would take him to a transport vessel and then on to where the USS Nike was undergoing repairs. He rubbed the right ridge of his face, a nervous habit, as he gazed out of the windows.
Growing smaller by the second was the fragile blue planet. A very small part of him was left there, but the anxiety he felt being lifted from his shoulders as Earth disappeared more than compensated. He looked over at the woman seated next to him, a traveler of unfamiliar race. "Why are you going to Utopia Plaitia," he asked her. She looked up from her book, frowning at him as she inched a few centimeters away, the ridges on his face not to her aesthetic tastes. Without replying, she went back to reading.
"This may be harder than I imagined," Vahtter thought, reaching for his beverage. "Hopefully, the Nike's crew would be more accepting." He settled into his chair, holding his bag against his chest. He knew there were more than a few xenophobic people in the universe. He just didn't realize he would face so many so often. It was a shock to be leaving the safety of the Academy. The USS Nike would be his very first post. He thought about all of the friends he left behind, all of them to be deployed to various parts of the quadrant, or even out of it.
He listened to the emergency instructions as he closed his eyes. Before she had finished her speech, he was asleep. The woman next to him prodded him with the edge of her book, "wake up," she said, "my life may depend on you knowing this stuff." He grinned a wide smile at her. Obviously she thought he was good for something. "Don't worry," he lied, "you'll be the first I'll save."
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Race: Denobulan/Klingon
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.): 6'1, No hair, Ever-changing eye color (common for the species), Facial ridges, spinal ridge, striped toenails, long tongue, powerful immune system. Needs to hibernate for 6 days a year. Unlike others of his species, he does not have the "blowfish" talent of facial expansion, much to his embarrassment.
Birthplace: Cargo vessel
Hobbies: Rock climbing
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Medical - Medic
Personality: Very outgoing, wants to be needed, is in his early prime for his species, so he's still exploring his hormones. He hates to be alone, preferring large groups of people around him. He makes friends easily.
Background and History:
The position of medic suits Vahtter well, giving him plenty of opportunities to interact with others. He originally joined the Denobulan Army, but quickly fell out of favor due to his "devil may care" attitude and unwillingness to kill. After a fall from a climbing trip ended him in the hospital, he saw the challenges and benefits the position of Medic would offer him. Due to his inability for facial expansion, a result of his mixed parentage, he was shunned by society, which prompted him to consider Starfleet Academy, an organization known for racial tolerance. After his Klingon mother and Denobulan father passed away, he got that chance. However, his hibernation fell upon the time of final exams and he failed. Only after pleading his case to the Dean, in his own smooth style, did he convince them to let him retest.
Name of Celebrity: Taye Diggs
Link to Avatar: i46.tinypic.com/2zguoly.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
He stood on the precipice of a new journey. After saying goodbye to his extended family who had traveled a long distance to see him, he sat in the shuttle which would take him to a transport vessel and then on to where the USS Nike was undergoing repairs. He rubbed the right ridge of his face, a nervous habit, as he gazed out of the windows.
Growing smaller by the second was the fragile blue planet. A very small part of him was left there, but the anxiety he felt being lifted from his shoulders as Earth disappeared more than compensated. He looked over at the woman seated next to him, a traveler of unfamiliar race. "Why are you going to Utopia Plaitia," he asked her. She looked up from her book, frowning at him as she inched a few centimeters away, the ridges on his face not to her aesthetic tastes. Without replying, she went back to reading.
"This may be harder than I imagined," Vahtter thought, reaching for his beverage. "Hopefully, the Nike's crew would be more accepting." He settled into his chair, holding his bag against his chest. He knew there were more than a few xenophobic people in the universe. He just didn't realize he would face so many so often. It was a shock to be leaving the safety of the Academy. The USS Nike would be his very first post. He thought about all of the friends he left behind, all of them to be deployed to various parts of the quadrant, or even out of it.
He listened to the emergency instructions as he closed his eyes. Before she had finished her speech, he was asleep. The woman next to him prodded him with the edge of her book, "wake up," she said, "my life may depend on you knowing this stuff." He grinned a wide smile at her. Obviously she thought he was good for something. "Don't worry," he lied, "you'll be the first I'll save."
