Post by Cadet Miral Tr'Brook on Jul 5, 2009 0:25:54 GMT
Character's Name: Miral Lihuh Tr’Brook Ra'Kholh
Race: Romulan
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Romulus
Career track: Intelligence
Physical Profile:
Standing at 5’8 with a good amount of muscle on his body, Miral looks typical of a Romulan his age, with his short black hair styled in a bowl cut fashion. His bangs are shaped into a V on the front and the hair glows with a sheen in the light. His skin is slightly greenish in hue as is the blood throwing through his veins. His face retains his youthfulness. Usually, when out of his uniform, the Romulan dresses in a black t-shirt or a turtleneck – dependent on the weather – and a pair of black pants.
Personality:
Miral appears at first rather timid, and always seems to be in thought of the world around him. He is nervous around other people because of what he is, and fears being discriminated against, but sometimes feels that he truly deserves it; after all, his people did it for years. Having interacted much with humans and aliens, he is starting to grow further and further from his people. To his friends and to Starfleet, he is loyal, and dedicated. Sometimes, he gets homesick, and sometimes depressed due to his past, and is easily swayed to potent emotions. When he is out of control emotionally, he tends to lock himself up.
(This personality will be easier to flesh out once I’ve begun to play him).
Background and History:
Tobek was a well-respected Romulan of great influence, and when he found the love of his life, Miral’s mother Isha T’Brook, whom he married, together they conceived a young Romulan male that would be the pride of his father, and his heir. The result of their union, he was branded at birth with the House symbol. As was tradition, the whole family was responsible for raising him and the other children. His tutor’s name was Teelis; his father had personally chosen her to teach his son. He was schooled in the basic subjects, as well as proper manners as well as honour, duty, and other Romulan virtues. Then came the rite of passage, the D’Sora. It was here that he would be tested. Miral survived through the harsh conditions imposed upon him during the test, and there was a great celebration in his name.
Miral decided to join the military; he wanted to fight for his people. Then something happened that would impact him forever. His mother spoke out against the Romulan way...and was eliminated, by his own father. Miral knew his people’s laws, his people’s way...and still, could not stomach his own mother dying. With a heavy heart, he served in his people’s military, but his outlook began to change in his depression. When he found the chance, he fled the Empire – into Federation space. He was picked up, and imprisoned, an enemy of the Federation until they learned his story. Slowly, he felt himself getting used to the aliens all around him. Finally, he let a Vulcan mind-meld with him to assure that he was trustworthy.
They presented him with a choice: fight for the Federation, or spend a life in prison. He decided upon the former after a long time of consideration. He pledged his allegiance to them, and was allowed to apply for the Academy. He was accepted – the first full-blooded Romulan to ever attend.
Name of Celebrity: N/A
150x150 Avatar: img127.imageshack.us/img127/723/rihannsumiral.png
I know it is from the show, but that’s because I lack the ability to alter a celebrity; I have trouble choosing one as well. So I hope you don’t mind this one. ^_^
Sample Roleplay:
The Romulan stepped from the transport, and onto the path which led to the Academy. He had never been on Earth before, and he knew that his parents would not be proud. Or parent, rather; he had lost his mother to an unfortunate event. He still remembered it clearly; it was what sent him into denial, and made his views change. It was why he was now here, on this alien planet, surrounded by aliens. He himself was...alone. He had no friends, and didn’t know if he’d ever have any. He was certain that he would not be welcomed by all; after all, he was a Romulan, and his people were long-time enemies of the Federation. Due to his ridges, and his greenish-tinted skin, he would not pass as a Vulcan unless he wore lots of makeup, and then again, he didn’t embrace Vulcan ideals of logic and the locking of emotion.
It was sure to be an interesting school year for him, with its ups and downs. If he could keep his emotions in check, maybe he could keep out of trouble...he hoped. He really didn’t like getting into trouble, and he knew that anything negative he did would have a negative impact upon his – and the future of his people – future. After all, it was probably the first time these aliens would meet a Romulan; he wanted to make a good impression of his race, even though he wasn’t quite impressed by his people at the present time. How could society have been so heartless to have his mother killed by his own father?
Nervously, the Romulan made his way to his dormitory. He hoped that his roommate would be accepting of him...that was all he asked right now. He was getting stares as he walked through the hall, and he nervously waved, a human greeting he’d picked up.
Other: I hope you don’t mind the slight re-arranging of the fields on my profile. If you do, I’ll fix it. I’m somewhat OCD about keeping that stuff at the top for ease of access. ^^;
Race: Romulan
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Romulus
Career track: Intelligence
Physical Profile:
Standing at 5’8 with a good amount of muscle on his body, Miral looks typical of a Romulan his age, with his short black hair styled in a bowl cut fashion. His bangs are shaped into a V on the front and the hair glows with a sheen in the light. His skin is slightly greenish in hue as is the blood throwing through his veins. His face retains his youthfulness. Usually, when out of his uniform, the Romulan dresses in a black t-shirt or a turtleneck – dependent on the weather – and a pair of black pants.
Personality:
Miral appears at first rather timid, and always seems to be in thought of the world around him. He is nervous around other people because of what he is, and fears being discriminated against, but sometimes feels that he truly deserves it; after all, his people did it for years. Having interacted much with humans and aliens, he is starting to grow further and further from his people. To his friends and to Starfleet, he is loyal, and dedicated. Sometimes, he gets homesick, and sometimes depressed due to his past, and is easily swayed to potent emotions. When he is out of control emotionally, he tends to lock himself up.
(This personality will be easier to flesh out once I’ve begun to play him).
Background and History:
Tobek was a well-respected Romulan of great influence, and when he found the love of his life, Miral’s mother Isha T’Brook, whom he married, together they conceived a young Romulan male that would be the pride of his father, and his heir. The result of their union, he was branded at birth with the House symbol. As was tradition, the whole family was responsible for raising him and the other children. His tutor’s name was Teelis; his father had personally chosen her to teach his son. He was schooled in the basic subjects, as well as proper manners as well as honour, duty, and other Romulan virtues. Then came the rite of passage, the D’Sora. It was here that he would be tested. Miral survived through the harsh conditions imposed upon him during the test, and there was a great celebration in his name.
Miral decided to join the military; he wanted to fight for his people. Then something happened that would impact him forever. His mother spoke out against the Romulan way...and was eliminated, by his own father. Miral knew his people’s laws, his people’s way...and still, could not stomach his own mother dying. With a heavy heart, he served in his people’s military, but his outlook began to change in his depression. When he found the chance, he fled the Empire – into Federation space. He was picked up, and imprisoned, an enemy of the Federation until they learned his story. Slowly, he felt himself getting used to the aliens all around him. Finally, he let a Vulcan mind-meld with him to assure that he was trustworthy.
They presented him with a choice: fight for the Federation, or spend a life in prison. He decided upon the former after a long time of consideration. He pledged his allegiance to them, and was allowed to apply for the Academy. He was accepted – the first full-blooded Romulan to ever attend.
Name of Celebrity: N/A
150x150 Avatar: img127.imageshack.us/img127/723/rihannsumiral.png
I know it is from the show, but that’s because I lack the ability to alter a celebrity; I have trouble choosing one as well. So I hope you don’t mind this one. ^_^
Sample Roleplay:
The Romulan stepped from the transport, and onto the path which led to the Academy. He had never been on Earth before, and he knew that his parents would not be proud. Or parent, rather; he had lost his mother to an unfortunate event. He still remembered it clearly; it was what sent him into denial, and made his views change. It was why he was now here, on this alien planet, surrounded by aliens. He himself was...alone. He had no friends, and didn’t know if he’d ever have any. He was certain that he would not be welcomed by all; after all, he was a Romulan, and his people were long-time enemies of the Federation. Due to his ridges, and his greenish-tinted skin, he would not pass as a Vulcan unless he wore lots of makeup, and then again, he didn’t embrace Vulcan ideals of logic and the locking of emotion.
It was sure to be an interesting school year for him, with its ups and downs. If he could keep his emotions in check, maybe he could keep out of trouble...he hoped. He really didn’t like getting into trouble, and he knew that anything negative he did would have a negative impact upon his – and the future of his people – future. After all, it was probably the first time these aliens would meet a Romulan; he wanted to make a good impression of his race, even though he wasn’t quite impressed by his people at the present time. How could society have been so heartless to have his mother killed by his own father?
Nervously, the Romulan made his way to his dormitory. He hoped that his roommate would be accepting of him...that was all he asked right now. He was getting stares as he walked through the hall, and he nervously waved, a human greeting he’d picked up.
Other: I hope you don’t mind the slight re-arranging of the fields on my profile. If you do, I’ll fix it. I’m somewhat OCD about keeping that stuff at the top for ease of access. ^^;
