Post by xRobin Star on Nov 29, 2009 13:36:35 GMT -8
Character's Name: Robin Star
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Half Human Half Betazoid
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.): 6”1, Blue eyes, Dark brown hair (usually spiked or stuck up), Light muscular frame with an athletic build.
Birthplace: UK, Earth; raised on Betazed (for a time)
Preferred rank: Lt. JG
Department: Command, Chief Helmsman
Personality:
Robin is someone who likes to have humor behind his back wherever he goes but he no stranger to the seriousness of space, exploration and danger. When confronted with everyday life he appears as the general kind person most people are, he talks to those he wants to talk (which is most people), he helps those that are in need and tries to comfort those he knows need comforting.
However when Robin is in the formal seat, he plays that part well to the bone with very few slips of tongue and action. Together his personality creates the first impression of being a “good boy” with humour but after getting to know Robin, opinions can change.
Background and History:
Born into a family of distinguished Starfleet officers, his father being one (Admiral Star) of them. Robin had been born on Earth but was raised on Betazed, the home planet of his mother who was Betazoid and a medical officer working at Starfleet Medical. Through his mother he learnt some basic mental skills which included empathy but only with great concentration did he succeed anywhere near that level.
His other skills merely included ways of how to defend his brain from being probed from similar species and to hide his feelings, a small trait of his which he still tries to master.
Robin felt some pressure during his Academy years but he knew he was already good, his father had taught him a fair bit about Starfleet, the ships of the line, space and the exploration of new people and technology. This was what inspired Robin to continue. With good marks for his extra chosen courses and top marks in flight, he graduated. (Graduated at age 22)
When Robin graduated he was assigned to the USS Hood, an Excelsior class starship as a junior helmsman. After some years (3) after being assigned to the ship he had become the chief helmsman and promoted to Lt. JG. However, on a mission to collect some unique plant samples from a planet, it all went wrong. The ship was attacked by Romulans (Two Warbirds). Robin’s reckless and quick thinking in the incident allowed the destruction and disabling of the two ships…upon returning to Earth Robin was promoted for his efforts and plus to shush him of the truth of what really happened.
After some time on Earth (and counseling) Robin was transferred to another ship, the USS Nike which he served upon for two before it was sucked into a battle it almost didn’t survive.
Robin now resides on the USS Nike back in safe territory at Utopia Planitia as he undergoes repairs and a the arrival of fresh crew.
Name of Celebrity: Andrew Cooper
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Sample Roleplay:
“Get us to 60 mark 10, Mr Star! Prepare all forward weapons!”
“Yes sir!” “Aye Sir!”
The Galaxy class named USS Nike within the dark folds of space swept around in a clean arc as it passed the smaller federation ship, the Carolina, an intrepid class. The smaller vessel buckled as the green cutting beam struck and struck against its hull, explosions rippling along the stained hull.
“Fire!” Yelled Captain Lester.
One by one strips of pure orange and yellow hued energy sizzled space with its brief lightshow and in complete harmony, one by one flying spheres of yellow and majestic blue shot out of the Nike’s torpedo tubes.
Robin Star, the helmsman watched with his hands the position of the buttons, the buttons that lead to the decision for going left, right, forward and backwards. He navigated the way for this ship and right now he wasn’t sure if he could navigate it to living. Sweat beaded down his already dried bodily liquid that resided all over his face. His lip was bleeding from biting in anxiety too hard, too strongly.
Robin watched with eyes the beast that filled almost the whole screen. It was a monster, made of machines that knew nothing but destruction, chaos and conquer. Though not as monstrous as the gigantic cubes, it was still a monster. The weapons pounded the large upper beams that supported the shape of the Diamond ship. The weapons scarred, they left a mark of how feeble the attempt was, Earth vs Uni-matrix 01, Federation vs Borg, Nike vs Diamond.
The large Nike zoomed past the Diamond un-phased by the new bigger opponent and instead kept on attacking the intrepid as if its green beam was a whip, cracking away at the hull, the bulkheads and the people’s sanity.
“Rear torpedoes! Fire when ready!”
Robin quickly made sure to stay on course so that the torpedoes would hit home, after the barrage had escaped the rear tubes, he swept the Galaxy around in time to see the torpedoes making contact. Again the Diamond ignored the hostile gesture.
“Fire at will! Star, keep us tight for that Diamond, full impulse and stand by for full 360 degree incursion spin!”
“Aye!” Robin responded as he tapped a series of blinking lights in front of him, the red glowing engines on the back of saucer roared with a Starfleet fury as the Galaxy speeded right for the Diamond, phasers and torpedoes blazing the coming night with orange fireworks.
“Sir! The Liner’s hull is reaching critical!”
“Stay on course…”
“20%”
“Bridge to all transporter rooms! Prepare to lower shields and transport the Liner’s survivors aboard!...”
“11% Captain!”
“NOW STAR! – Lower shields and transport!”
The Galaxy began to spin and with it the dorsal firing ceased to be replaced by a ship piercing barrage from the Nike’s underbelly, phasers striking against the now sizzling metal hull of the Diamonad. The Nike continued its rotational roll through space, cutting the space between the intrepid and Diamond.
“Transport complete, Captain… we-“ The rest of message overloaded the speakers with the sounds of crashing metal and exploding consoles.
“Shields are down to 40%” “We’re losing life support on deck 9!” “Reports from sickb-“
Robin whirled to his left to see sparks fly from the Operations console and just in time to avoid several fragments from it searing his head and other body parts off.
“Captain!”
Robin whipped his head right around and wondered if he had been struck despite his efforts to dodge the parts of metal but it was his heart that had been struck. The Commander had jumped from his seat and dived into the exploding fragments that would have de-capacitated the Captain… of his life.
Robin could feel the tears beginning within his eyes, he wanted to blink, to keep them at bay but reality froze him in place. He saw his Captain rush to catch the falling Commander, he could see the remains of his friends that just a few seconds ago had belonged to the operations officer.
Robin’s teary gaze flickered back to the Captain, he was saying something to him but Robin couldn’t listen to the thousand thumps of heartbeats miraculously ceasing with one last loud thump.
“ROBIN!”
Robin blinked. The wet tears remaining within his eyes, he could feel it, sense it. Robin turned and immediately ducked his head to avoid the robotic arm of a Borg drone. They must have transported over while the shields were down!
Robin ducked again and this time took hold of the drone’s arms and using his feet on the ground as leverage, yanked and flipped the drone over his head and onto its back behind his chair. Robin didn’t waste time as he quickly got up, upholstered his phaser and fired. The drone collapsed against the floor, sparks flying from where the strip of energy had hit.
“Look out!” Shouted the Captain.
Robin turned to see the gray skin of a Borg’s fist heading right for his neck but the drone staggered as another beam of energy hit this drone as well. Robin glanced over his shoulder and saw the Captain, phaser out and his eyes dancing with fire and fury.
Robin nodded to the man, no verbal thanks were needed. Robin turned and quickly initiated a combat type of auto-pilot that reacted to the plans of the tactical systems.
“Shields are back up!”
Oh great! I put auto-pilot on for no- Just then a whole group of drones filed out of both turbolifts. Robin’s grip loosened on his phaser as he felt himself go cold within. Robin forced himself to glance at the lying body of the XO… the ice within broke as the fire erupted.
Robin took aim and fired; one went down… he saw the Captain dispatch another two and then a green flash.
“They’ve adapted!” Said the tactical officer as he threw his phaser to the floor and began taking slow steps back. Robin would have run to help but he was pretty busy himself. Robin took aim again but this time aimed for the bulkhead right behind one of the drones, he fired which resulted in a shower of sparks engulfing one of the drones and sending it to the floor.
Robin took a step back as he felt a drip of sweat slip into his gaped mouth. He took another step, his fingers tightening on his phaser… Robin’s gaze glanced at the bodies of his friends. With a yell Robin threw the phaser at the head of the nearest drone and charged right for it.
He bent down dived right into the drone causing it to fall backwards onto another. Robin blocked the arm of a third drone and pulled it forwards and punched the drone in the flesh part of its face. Though the punch didn’t phase it at all and instead Robin received a punch himself which caused him to go flying right into the wall.
“Argh!” Robin shouted as he felt something crack, he didn’t know where but all he was aware was the pain in his face and the lower area of his spine, he wanted to shout, to scream at the top of his lungs. In his moment of rage he had forgotten how strong a Borg was… Robin struggled to open his eyes. He could see them. The ones he had been fighting, coming closer and closer… his eyes drooping and finally slipping into unconsciousness.
Robin awoke to the voices shouting around him.
“That’s an order! GO NOW!”
It was Captain Lester!
The tactical officer balled his hands as he threw one last piece of junk at an incoming Borg before rushing into the turbolift. Robin’s head rolled to the side slightly as he looked up and around him. He was in the bridge turbolift, he could see the tactical officer working the wires underneath the panel.
What had happened, what was going on?
Robin tried to move but a gasp of air escaped him as pain shot through his back and down his legs – he was on the floor!, the tactical officer ignored the sound as he desperately tried to get himself and Robin to safety.
Where was the Captain…?
Robin looked just past his friend’s legs and saw the Captain holding off the Borg with his own bare hands, he was leading them to one of the unbroken consoles, a phaser hidden behind his back… He wasn’t, he couldn’t!
“WILLIAM!”
The doors closed.
NOTE: During one of his away missions during his time on the Nike, he was tortured and probed for information and since that time, his emphatic and telepathic abilities have been disabled. Seems to be a life-term disability.
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Race: Half Human Half Betazoid
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, race, etc.): 6”1, Blue eyes, Dark brown hair (usually spiked or stuck up), Light muscular frame with an athletic build.
Birthplace: UK, Earth; raised on Betazed (for a time)
Preferred rank: Lt. JG
Department: Command, Chief Helmsman
Personality:
Robin is someone who likes to have humor behind his back wherever he goes but he no stranger to the seriousness of space, exploration and danger. When confronted with everyday life he appears as the general kind person most people are, he talks to those he wants to talk (which is most people), he helps those that are in need and tries to comfort those he knows need comforting.
However when Robin is in the formal seat, he plays that part well to the bone with very few slips of tongue and action. Together his personality creates the first impression of being a “good boy” with humour but after getting to know Robin, opinions can change.
Background and History:
Born into a family of distinguished Starfleet officers, his father being one (Admiral Star) of them. Robin had been born on Earth but was raised on Betazed, the home planet of his mother who was Betazoid and a medical officer working at Starfleet Medical. Through his mother he learnt some basic mental skills which included empathy but only with great concentration did he succeed anywhere near that level.
His other skills merely included ways of how to defend his brain from being probed from similar species and to hide his feelings, a small trait of his which he still tries to master.
Robin felt some pressure during his Academy years but he knew he was already good, his father had taught him a fair bit about Starfleet, the ships of the line, space and the exploration of new people and technology. This was what inspired Robin to continue. With good marks for his extra chosen courses and top marks in flight, he graduated. (Graduated at age 22)
When Robin graduated he was assigned to the USS Hood, an Excelsior class starship as a junior helmsman. After some years (3) after being assigned to the ship he had become the chief helmsman and promoted to Lt. JG. However, on a mission to collect some unique plant samples from a planet, it all went wrong. The ship was attacked by Romulans (Two Warbirds). Robin’s reckless and quick thinking in the incident allowed the destruction and disabling of the two ships…upon returning to Earth Robin was promoted for his efforts and plus to shush him of the truth of what really happened.
After some time on Earth (and counseling) Robin was transferred to another ship, the USS Nike which he served upon for two before it was sucked into a battle it almost didn’t survive.
Robin now resides on the USS Nike back in safe territory at Utopia Planitia as he undergoes repairs and a the arrival of fresh crew.
Name of Celebrity: Andrew Cooper
Link to Avatar:
Sample Roleplay:
“Get us to 60 mark 10, Mr Star! Prepare all forward weapons!”
“Yes sir!” “Aye Sir!”
The Galaxy class named USS Nike within the dark folds of space swept around in a clean arc as it passed the smaller federation ship, the Carolina, an intrepid class. The smaller vessel buckled as the green cutting beam struck and struck against its hull, explosions rippling along the stained hull.
“Fire!” Yelled Captain Lester.
One by one strips of pure orange and yellow hued energy sizzled space with its brief lightshow and in complete harmony, one by one flying spheres of yellow and majestic blue shot out of the Nike’s torpedo tubes.
Robin Star, the helmsman watched with his hands the position of the buttons, the buttons that lead to the decision for going left, right, forward and backwards. He navigated the way for this ship and right now he wasn’t sure if he could navigate it to living. Sweat beaded down his already dried bodily liquid that resided all over his face. His lip was bleeding from biting in anxiety too hard, too strongly.
Robin watched with eyes the beast that filled almost the whole screen. It was a monster, made of machines that knew nothing but destruction, chaos and conquer. Though not as monstrous as the gigantic cubes, it was still a monster. The weapons pounded the large upper beams that supported the shape of the Diamond ship. The weapons scarred, they left a mark of how feeble the attempt was, Earth vs Uni-matrix 01, Federation vs Borg, Nike vs Diamond.
The large Nike zoomed past the Diamond un-phased by the new bigger opponent and instead kept on attacking the intrepid as if its green beam was a whip, cracking away at the hull, the bulkheads and the people’s sanity.
“Rear torpedoes! Fire when ready!”
Robin quickly made sure to stay on course so that the torpedoes would hit home, after the barrage had escaped the rear tubes, he swept the Galaxy around in time to see the torpedoes making contact. Again the Diamond ignored the hostile gesture.
“Fire at will! Star, keep us tight for that Diamond, full impulse and stand by for full 360 degree incursion spin!”
“Aye!” Robin responded as he tapped a series of blinking lights in front of him, the red glowing engines on the back of saucer roared with a Starfleet fury as the Galaxy speeded right for the Diamond, phasers and torpedoes blazing the coming night with orange fireworks.
“Sir! The Liner’s hull is reaching critical!”
“Stay on course…”
“20%”
“Bridge to all transporter rooms! Prepare to lower shields and transport the Liner’s survivors aboard!...”
“11% Captain!”
“NOW STAR! – Lower shields and transport!”
The Galaxy began to spin and with it the dorsal firing ceased to be replaced by a ship piercing barrage from the Nike’s underbelly, phasers striking against the now sizzling metal hull of the Diamonad. The Nike continued its rotational roll through space, cutting the space between the intrepid and Diamond.
“Transport complete, Captain… we-“ The rest of message overloaded the speakers with the sounds of crashing metal and exploding consoles.
“Shields are down to 40%” “We’re losing life support on deck 9!” “Reports from sickb-“
Robin whirled to his left to see sparks fly from the Operations console and just in time to avoid several fragments from it searing his head and other body parts off.
“Captain!”
Robin whipped his head right around and wondered if he had been struck despite his efforts to dodge the parts of metal but it was his heart that had been struck. The Commander had jumped from his seat and dived into the exploding fragments that would have de-capacitated the Captain… of his life.
Robin could feel the tears beginning within his eyes, he wanted to blink, to keep them at bay but reality froze him in place. He saw his Captain rush to catch the falling Commander, he could see the remains of his friends that just a few seconds ago had belonged to the operations officer.
Robin’s teary gaze flickered back to the Captain, he was saying something to him but Robin couldn’t listen to the thousand thumps of heartbeats miraculously ceasing with one last loud thump.
“ROBIN!”
Robin blinked. The wet tears remaining within his eyes, he could feel it, sense it. Robin turned and immediately ducked his head to avoid the robotic arm of a Borg drone. They must have transported over while the shields were down!
Robin ducked again and this time took hold of the drone’s arms and using his feet on the ground as leverage, yanked and flipped the drone over his head and onto its back behind his chair. Robin didn’t waste time as he quickly got up, upholstered his phaser and fired. The drone collapsed against the floor, sparks flying from where the strip of energy had hit.
“Look out!” Shouted the Captain.
Robin turned to see the gray skin of a Borg’s fist heading right for his neck but the drone staggered as another beam of energy hit this drone as well. Robin glanced over his shoulder and saw the Captain, phaser out and his eyes dancing with fire and fury.
Robin nodded to the man, no verbal thanks were needed. Robin turned and quickly initiated a combat type of auto-pilot that reacted to the plans of the tactical systems.
“Shields are back up!”
Oh great! I put auto-pilot on for no- Just then a whole group of drones filed out of both turbolifts. Robin’s grip loosened on his phaser as he felt himself go cold within. Robin forced himself to glance at the lying body of the XO… the ice within broke as the fire erupted.
Robin took aim and fired; one went down… he saw the Captain dispatch another two and then a green flash.
“They’ve adapted!” Said the tactical officer as he threw his phaser to the floor and began taking slow steps back. Robin would have run to help but he was pretty busy himself. Robin took aim again but this time aimed for the bulkhead right behind one of the drones, he fired which resulted in a shower of sparks engulfing one of the drones and sending it to the floor.
Robin took a step back as he felt a drip of sweat slip into his gaped mouth. He took another step, his fingers tightening on his phaser… Robin’s gaze glanced at the bodies of his friends. With a yell Robin threw the phaser at the head of the nearest drone and charged right for it.
He bent down dived right into the drone causing it to fall backwards onto another. Robin blocked the arm of a third drone and pulled it forwards and punched the drone in the flesh part of its face. Though the punch didn’t phase it at all and instead Robin received a punch himself which caused him to go flying right into the wall.
“Argh!” Robin shouted as he felt something crack, he didn’t know where but all he was aware was the pain in his face and the lower area of his spine, he wanted to shout, to scream at the top of his lungs. In his moment of rage he had forgotten how strong a Borg was… Robin struggled to open his eyes. He could see them. The ones he had been fighting, coming closer and closer… his eyes drooping and finally slipping into unconsciousness.
Robin awoke to the voices shouting around him.
“That’s an order! GO NOW!”
It was Captain Lester!
The tactical officer balled his hands as he threw one last piece of junk at an incoming Borg before rushing into the turbolift. Robin’s head rolled to the side slightly as he looked up and around him. He was in the bridge turbolift, he could see the tactical officer working the wires underneath the panel.
What had happened, what was going on?
Robin tried to move but a gasp of air escaped him as pain shot through his back and down his legs – he was on the floor!, the tactical officer ignored the sound as he desperately tried to get himself and Robin to safety.
Where was the Captain…?
Robin looked just past his friend’s legs and saw the Captain holding off the Borg with his own bare hands, he was leading them to one of the unbroken consoles, a phaser hidden behind his back… He wasn’t, he couldn’t!
“WILLIAM!”
The doors closed.
NOTE: During one of his away missions during his time on the Nike, he was tortured and probed for information and since that time, his emphatic and telepathic abilities have been disabled. Seems to be a life-term disability.
