Post by Cadet Traeva Morie on Sept 26, 2009 4:26:02 GMT
Character's Name: Traeva Morie
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Aldean
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair colour, eye colour, skin tone, etc.): Traeva stands at 5'10", her body long and lanky, somewhat flat in chest, but long in leg, with very full, blood-red hair. The color isn't natural, rather, it is the result of gene therapy at a young age, on her homeworld of Aldea. The icy blue of her eyes closely mimics a clear sky after a heavy snow, cold and crisp, with a keen, calculating intelligence beneath. Her skin is an unusually pale shade, made all the darker by the comparison with her hair, and sharply contrasting with her dark, form-fitting attire. One of a rather few Aldeans to join Starfleet, her sharp resemblance to humans lent her little attention, save those occasions when she used a term unfamiliar to her classmates. Emotionally immature, she has spent much of her life with her one immense passion - Technology. Weapons, drive cores, shielding - And especially with the technology of holography. She has an intuitive grasp of innovation and improvisation, though her blunt, and vaguely aloof personality tend to keep others at arm's reach. True to her race's heritage, however, her long-term exposure to Radiation has rendered her entirely sterile.
Birthplace: Aldea
Career Track: Engineering, through and through.
Personality: Cold, aloof, reclusive, and intensely intelligent, Traeve has long set herself aside from her fellow crewmates, being shuffled from one ship to another, with good marks in Engineering, but always accompanied by comments; "Does not work with others." "Not ingratiated with crew, despite talents." Secrecy, thoughtfulness, and reserve have always carried her well - Now, however, her reclusiveness is possibly bringing the end of her Starfleet career.
Background and History: An Aldean of no immense standing - A genius among a race of geniuses, with the crimson mark of her rebelliousness - her entry into the Starfleet Academy was taken with little shock or surprise. Little reaction at all, truly. She left for the Academy with little fanfare, and her family quickly made as if to forget her altogether. When she reached the Academy, she was little changed - Not in substance, but in actions. Quieter rebellion, though quite the opposite can be said for the rest of her. She became more outspoken, more critical, her blunt analysis earning her few friends. Who needs friends, after all, if you're a genius?
Name of Celebrity: Optional
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Sample Roleplay:
Crimson hair blazed above her very fair skin, her eyes clear, and cold, methodically searching the numbers posted on the walls, her silent footsteps ghosting past the other Cadets - Cadets who murmured behind her back, about that icy, rude little... Hottie. - She ignored their stares; Lust or envy, regardless, and continued toward her quarters, a small, very simple bag in one hand. What caught the most stares, however, was the formfitting red suit she wore, which clung tightly to her meager curves, though graciously showing off her lithe, athletic form - A swimmer's body, from those times when she had the chance. The intensity of her gaze stirred the crowd, parting them before her, and she drifted through them like royalty. When she finally reached her tiny dorm room, her gaze flitted to the bed directly in front of her. Another woman sat, though with very pale red hair, and green eyes, wearing... Rather little. Casual attire, apparently. She lifted her head from something on her PADD, and appraised Traeve, "...You must be the new Cadet. Where you from?" A blonde, young woman glanced up from her own PADD, fingers dancing over the screen in some sort of game. "Paradise." She offered a smirk, and a wink, full lips curving, teeth flashing, hair and eyes blazing. The redhead laughed, the blond chittered, and both resumed their activities. She slung her satchel onto a nearby bunk, and used the moment her face was hidden to offer the bed a disgusted snarl. "Idiots," she murmured under her breath.
The redhead glanced up,. "Huh?"
"Glad to be here, is all. It's been a long trip."
And it's not over yet, now is it?
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Aldean
Physical Profile (height, build, weight, hair colour, eye colour, skin tone, etc.): Traeva stands at 5'10", her body long and lanky, somewhat flat in chest, but long in leg, with very full, blood-red hair. The color isn't natural, rather, it is the result of gene therapy at a young age, on her homeworld of Aldea. The icy blue of her eyes closely mimics a clear sky after a heavy snow, cold and crisp, with a keen, calculating intelligence beneath. Her skin is an unusually pale shade, made all the darker by the comparison with her hair, and sharply contrasting with her dark, form-fitting attire. One of a rather few Aldeans to join Starfleet, her sharp resemblance to humans lent her little attention, save those occasions when she used a term unfamiliar to her classmates. Emotionally immature, she has spent much of her life with her one immense passion - Technology. Weapons, drive cores, shielding - And especially with the technology of holography. She has an intuitive grasp of innovation and improvisation, though her blunt, and vaguely aloof personality tend to keep others at arm's reach. True to her race's heritage, however, her long-term exposure to Radiation has rendered her entirely sterile.
Birthplace: Aldea
Career Track: Engineering, through and through.
Personality: Cold, aloof, reclusive, and intensely intelligent, Traeve has long set herself aside from her fellow crewmates, being shuffled from one ship to another, with good marks in Engineering, but always accompanied by comments; "Does not work with others." "Not ingratiated with crew, despite talents." Secrecy, thoughtfulness, and reserve have always carried her well - Now, however, her reclusiveness is possibly bringing the end of her Starfleet career.
Background and History: An Aldean of no immense standing - A genius among a race of geniuses, with the crimson mark of her rebelliousness - her entry into the Starfleet Academy was taken with little shock or surprise. Little reaction at all, truly. She left for the Academy with little fanfare, and her family quickly made as if to forget her altogether. When she reached the Academy, she was little changed - Not in substance, but in actions. Quieter rebellion, though quite the opposite can be said for the rest of her. She became more outspoken, more critical, her blunt analysis earning her few friends. Who needs friends, after all, if you're a genius?
Name of Celebrity: Optional
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Sample Roleplay:
Crimson hair blazed above her very fair skin, her eyes clear, and cold, methodically searching the numbers posted on the walls, her silent footsteps ghosting past the other Cadets - Cadets who murmured behind her back, about that icy, rude little... Hottie. - She ignored their stares; Lust or envy, regardless, and continued toward her quarters, a small, very simple bag in one hand. What caught the most stares, however, was the formfitting red suit she wore, which clung tightly to her meager curves, though graciously showing off her lithe, athletic form - A swimmer's body, from those times when she had the chance. The intensity of her gaze stirred the crowd, parting them before her, and she drifted through them like royalty. When she finally reached her tiny dorm room, her gaze flitted to the bed directly in front of her. Another woman sat, though with very pale red hair, and green eyes, wearing... Rather little. Casual attire, apparently. She lifted her head from something on her PADD, and appraised Traeve, "...You must be the new Cadet. Where you from?" A blonde, young woman glanced up from her own PADD, fingers dancing over the screen in some sort of game. "Paradise." She offered a smirk, and a wink, full lips curving, teeth flashing, hair and eyes blazing. The redhead laughed, the blond chittered, and both resumed their activities. She slung her satchel onto a nearby bunk, and used the moment her face was hidden to offer the bed a disgusted snarl. "Idiots," she murmured under her breath.
The redhead glanced up,. "Huh?"
"Glad to be here, is all. It's been a long trip."
And it's not over yet, now is it?
