Post by Lt. Commander Tricia McAdams on Nov 29, 2009 9:29:03 GMT -8
Character's Name:Tricia McAdams
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, etc.):
5'7", Athletic, 120, Blonde, Fair Complexion, Grey Eyes
Birthplace: Utopia Planitia, Mars
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Security [Chief]
Personality:
Naturally a bit shy she is very focused. She takes her job quite seriously and applies herself to make sure all bases are covered. She excels in hand to hand combat having obtained black belt in several disciplines. She avoids what she considers to be frivolus conversation or activities. She loves her family and close friends dearly and can be very warm and supporting.
Background and History:(please make sure there is enough time in your character's life to do all that you state)
Tricia was born on the station at Utopia Planitia, her father a Transporter chief and her mother the Base Commander's Yeoman. So when she told them she wanted to attend Starfleet academy they were somewhat surprised. Her father in particular was less than impressed with some of the young officers that he'd come in contact with over the years. He was very proud of her when she qualified and was accepted. She did her best and gratuated well within the norm. Her first and only assignment was aboard the USS Carolina. She rose there from Ensign to LT. JG.
She was a newly minted Lieutenant and Assitant Chief of Security when the Carolina came under fire from the Borg. When the ship faced distruction Nike came in like an avenging angel and pounded the Borg to the cheers of all aboard Carolina. At the last possible moment she felt a transporter grab her and take her aboard the Nike. She landed in the cargo bay along with quite a few other survivors from Carolina, and Borg.
The massive fight that ensued resulted in many casualties from both the Nike and Carolina crews. Her own CO was wounded and the Nike's security chief was killed. With all the other holes in other departments the Nike's 2nd officer requested that she fill the Assistant Chief's slot while they held everything together to get home. She has yet to be confirmed in the position.
Name of Celebrity:Beau Garrett
Link to Avatar: (150 pixels wide, max)
Sample Roleplay: (200 word minimum. Must be written as your chosen character.)
Tricia felt the transporter beam grab her as borg drones poured into the room she was defending. Suddenly she was in a cargo hold on the Galaxy that had come to their distress call. She could see most of the crew from Carolina materializing around her and then Borg drones beamed into the midst of them.
Her CO happend to be standing in the wrong place and was immediately incapacitated by one of the drones who then bent down to begin assimilation. Tricia hit the drone with her phaser yelling "GET BACK! Borg!"
People around her began scrambling away from the drones, Ensign Smith pulled up his phase rifle and took aim again at one of the drones and took him down. But with the next shot they adapted.
With two down there were only three left she went into them as they approached with a high roundhouse kick breaking one's neck. She followed though with the butt of her pistol just to make sure. Ensign Smith at her side was using his rifle like a baseball bat. Knocking away everthing that came at them.
Just then a blast hit the ship and knocked everyone off their feet. She could hear claxons going off and then blackness claimed her.
Age: 27
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair color, eye color, skin tone, etc.):
5'7", Athletic, 120, Blonde, Fair Complexion, Grey Eyes
Birthplace: Utopia Planitia, Mars
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Security [Chief]
Personality:
Naturally a bit shy she is very focused. She takes her job quite seriously and applies herself to make sure all bases are covered. She excels in hand to hand combat having obtained black belt in several disciplines. She avoids what she considers to be frivolus conversation or activities. She loves her family and close friends dearly and can be very warm and supporting.
Background and History:(please make sure there is enough time in your character's life to do all that you state)
Tricia was born on the station at Utopia Planitia, her father a Transporter chief and her mother the Base Commander's Yeoman. So when she told them she wanted to attend Starfleet academy they were somewhat surprised. Her father in particular was less than impressed with some of the young officers that he'd come in contact with over the years. He was very proud of her when she qualified and was accepted. She did her best and gratuated well within the norm. Her first and only assignment was aboard the USS Carolina. She rose there from Ensign to LT. JG.
She was a newly minted Lieutenant and Assitant Chief of Security when the Carolina came under fire from the Borg. When the ship faced distruction Nike came in like an avenging angel and pounded the Borg to the cheers of all aboard Carolina. At the last possible moment she felt a transporter grab her and take her aboard the Nike. She landed in the cargo bay along with quite a few other survivors from Carolina, and Borg.
The massive fight that ensued resulted in many casualties from both the Nike and Carolina crews. Her own CO was wounded and the Nike's security chief was killed. With all the other holes in other departments the Nike's 2nd officer requested that she fill the Assistant Chief's slot while they held everything together to get home. She has yet to be confirmed in the position.
Name of Celebrity:Beau Garrett
Link to Avatar: (150 pixels wide, max)
Sample Roleplay: (200 word minimum. Must be written as your chosen character.)
Tricia felt the transporter beam grab her as borg drones poured into the room she was defending. Suddenly she was in a cargo hold on the Galaxy that had come to their distress call. She could see most of the crew from Carolina materializing around her and then Borg drones beamed into the midst of them.
Her CO happend to be standing in the wrong place and was immediately incapacitated by one of the drones who then bent down to begin assimilation. Tricia hit the drone with her phaser yelling "GET BACK! Borg!"
People around her began scrambling away from the drones, Ensign Smith pulled up his phase rifle and took aim again at one of the drones and took him down. But with the next shot they adapted.
With two down there were only three left she went into them as they approached with a high roundhouse kick breaking one's neck. She followed though with the butt of her pistol just to make sure. Ensign Smith at her side was using his rifle like a baseball bat. Knocking away everthing that came at them.
Just then a blast hit the ship and knocked everyone off their feet. She could hear claxons going off and then blackness claimed her.
