Post by galan on Jul 23, 2009 16:46:17 GMT -8
Character's Name: Galan Torak
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Cardassian
Physical Profile
Galan stands tall at 6’3”, and weighs roughly 203 pounds. His race’s evolution from reptiles is apparent in his thick, gray scales. Two open rings of these shield his eyes in place of brows and from the tops of these up into each goes a line of scales, disappearing beneath his hair. The ridge of his nose goes up to his broad forehead, forming the shape of a teardrop at its end. Galan’s black hair is generally combed and slicked back. His hair is semi-long, falling a few inches below his shoulders. Whether on- or off-duty, he keeps it tied in a ponytail. He has no facial hair, and keeps his face free of any.
Galan’s body is large, his shoulders broad; a line of scales forms from his jawline to his shoulders, gradually becoming wider as though it is a plate of armour. More scales are found on his stomach, which taper upwards, becoming smaller; a similar development forms from his kneecaps to his pelvic area. His hand stands upon a long neck which thickens as it transitions to his shoulders. His shoulders are broad and his arms are muscular, but this broadness lessens as you transition to his hips. His uniforms and other clothing are specially fitted to his Cardassian body.
Galan dislikes cold temperatures, thus his uniform is made to generate heat upon his body. This keeps him comfortable, and is the reason he’s rarely seen out of uniform, even during other activities. His body is tough, and the Cardassian has a very high tolerance for pain. His bones are also thicker and more durable than many other humanoids; his skin is tougher and harder. It is impossible to break his neck. However, despite these physical capabilities, most humanoids posses better hearing and smell than he does.
Birthplace: Okaba, Cardassia Prime
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Assistant Chief of Security
Personality:
Galan never forgets a face or the name attached to that face, be they friend or foe. His exceptional memory allows him to recall key details when the time is necessary. His training also made his mind strong; it is hard to break into his mind through telepathy or any other measures. It is not a difficult thing to befriend Galan, and he likes doing favours for other people, but he won’t defy Starfleet codes or his superiors’ orders. He is loyal and trustworthy, and it is hard not to be his friend. He is not quick to trust, and on-duty, he is very attentive to procedure, and his primary goal is protecting the people on the ship.
Galan tends to get angry only about certain things. He does not like it when people are unfair, or when people discriminate. His openness has led to this. He is open with other people, and likes telling things like they are, though he is a decently good liar when he has to be. He also loves a good laugh. He hates it when people discriminate against him or avoid him just because he is a Cardassian. Despite his kindheartedness and his openness to meeting new people, he has difficulty socialising, and during social times, may be seen with his first love: drawing.
His desire to express himself surfaced when his father banned him from such things. He also loves to write, but is said to be more skilled, and more creative, with his drawings. He usually draws things as he remembers him, but may take liberties to make them more interesting. He is fondly attached to his computerised drawing pad. Galan also loves to listen to new types of music; he can listen to the same song over and over again. And he loves food, but watches what he eats so that he won’t become fat. He tends to stick to a certain diet, preferring Cardassian foods for this. On special occasions, he will indulge in alien foods. It takes a lot of alcohol to get him drunk; his favourite beverages are kanar and Romulan ale.
Background and History:
Galan was the first son out of three children born to Kama Torak and Laus Rusal. Thus, the father expected a great deal from the boy, and at an early age, he was denied the chance to do as most boys should and enjoy himself. At the age of four, his mental training began, and then at six, his schooling began. He was nervous, knowing that what they observed from him was what he would become in later years. Gradually, though, the young Cardassian began to become more confident...and for good reason. It was a place where he didn’t have to deal with Kama’s butchering. The boy’s mother was strict with him, and he hated it. When he was young, he’d entertained himself by drawing in the dirt, and his mother shouted at him for it, erasing the drawing he’d worked so hard on. She would impose more restrictions upon the boy, and they began to grow distant. This is part of why he focused so closely on his studies.
He pushed himself, managing an above average grade in all areas. His sponsor was Venar, and he and Galan became close; Venar would shape the boy to become a strong and hopefully upstanding member of the Cardassian society. He graduated at the age of nine, and when he turned ten, he celebrated his rite-of-passage with his family. During the ceremonies, tension between himself and his mother was seen. His father talked to his mother about it, then he was confronted. An argument between him and his parents ensued. They resolved the issue, however; why make a family fall apart over something so small? The boy was told to keep quiet about it. He entered advanced schooling at the military academy. His specialty was security. He was pleased to be away from his family, though he missed his sisters. He made many friends at the academy, and a couple of enemies; faces he will never forget.
At nineteen, he graduated, and entered immediately into mandatory military service. They were sent off-world to oversee a city of alien slaves. The conditions for the slaves were harsh; Galan’s commander made him whip a youth several times for failing in his duties, and Galan felt sick with each lash of the whip. However, he performed well; his superior officer said he’d recommend him for a promotion. However, the young Cardassian soldier witnessed something which disgusted him, one day: a female being molested by a fellow Cardassian. Galan confronted him and the soldier laughed in his face. Galan accidentally pushed him from the canyon they were standing on. Eyes widening, he fled, not even paying any mind to the female. He stole a ship, trying not to think about how he would probably be killed. With success, though, he made it out of Cardassian space. At that time, his ship let out, but a Ferengi picked him up, guessing he’d make great cheap labour.
They would come to regret that, and the Cardassian hijacked the ship and locked the Ferengi in the cargo bay, flying into Federation space and hailing a ship. He was beamed aboard, the Ferengi regaining their vessel. So he wouldn’t appear a cold and ruthless fellow, he left them some items that they could sell for a decent fee. However, he was depressed when they found him. He felt that he did not deserve to be with his people; he had outcast himself but would probably have faced worse on the homeworld, and realised this. They took him to the ship’s counselor, and they came up with a compromise for his situation: he would start anew. They had taken him in and had cared for him; he found that he could trust them, and decided to join Starfleet. He was insistent upon attending the Academy; due to his odd circumstances, he was accepted. With his Cardassian schooling and experience under his belt, and a high-functioning mind, he performed well though he had some difficulties with his peers due to his race, and graduated. He didn’t know this because he had inferred they were less like his people in that they didn’t spy on your every move and thus he was lax, but they had been watching him. They found they could trust him.
He was assigned as a guard at a different space station, and he served well. He considered returning to them to help them in rebuilding, but he knew that was impossible; he was a traitor, and he’d resolved to start anew. He recuperated, and was back on duty. He was promoted to Lieutenant, and assigned as Chief of Security on a minor starbase. It was an uneventful job, until a certain Ensign Kinin teleported onto the starbase, and left some aliens that had caused trouble on the Crudaigh in the hands of those at the starbase.
The Lieutenant would encounter even more excitement now that he was tied up in the affairs of the Crudaigh. There was an explosion on-board, and Galan followed Kinin onto the ship, then assisted the victims of this unfortunate accident. Afterwards, he assisted in the investigation, and remained on the Crudaigh for a short while, before being transferred to Deep Space Nine as a security officer. Recently, he was assigned to the USS Peregrin.
Name of Celebrity: It's Gul Dukat (Marc Alaimo) but I believe I've altered his image enough to make it less...Dukat-y.
Sample Roleplay:
Night was falling upon the canyons on the outskirts of Binet, the Cardassian outpost Galan served in. The young Cardassian sighed as he sat lazily upon edge of an outcropping of rock, admiring the splotches of pink and orange in the blue sky as the twin suns set, one after another. He sighed happily, dangling a leg over the edge, the other bent, his hand resting on it. He enjoyed the peace and the stillness. He wished he could draw right now, but he had nothing to draw with or on. He only had the art of the night sky, soon filled with stars, to accompany him. The chittering of bugs met his ears...and soon, he heard a sound that did not fit here.
“No, please!” the female voice wailed.
“You’re not supposed to out here,” a voice grunted.
Curious, the soldier slipped from the ledge and made his way towards the sound. What he came upon was a rather large Cardassian holding an alien woman close to him, his arms around her and his hands groping both of the woman’s breasts, a cruel look on his features. Disgusted, Galan walked up to him. He felt bad for the girl, who couldn’t be any older than fifteen. He decided to show his disgust in another way. “You are disgusting,” he said. “Touching an...alien like that. What do you see in those creatures?”
“I see a way to enjoy myself,” the other Cardassian said with a glare, still groping her. Then he whipped her around so that she was facing him, and threw her to the ground. “These people are our slaves. We have every right to use them. It’s not your place to judge, anyway.” He was right; this man was a superior. Still, Galan felt a wave of disgust. “She’s my pregnant dog; I’ll do with her what I want,” he continued. Galan walked towards him, not showing his anger outwardly. “I won’t have some...child, telling me what to do.”
Galan did something reckless. Now close enough that they could smell each other’s breath, he punched the soldier. The soldier lost his balance, and fell from the cliff, his screams echoing. The woman stared wide-eyed in horror. Galan looked her way and she let out an eep, crawling away from him. He’d done it. He’d murdered. He was a disgrace. He knew he should jump after that soldier as his punishment, but he did not. Instead, he decided to leave this planet. It was close enough to alien space that he had a chance at success. And thus, he went to find an empty fighter before someone found out what had happened.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Cardassian
Physical Profile
Galan stands tall at 6’3”, and weighs roughly 203 pounds. His race’s evolution from reptiles is apparent in his thick, gray scales. Two open rings of these shield his eyes in place of brows and from the tops of these up into each goes a line of scales, disappearing beneath his hair. The ridge of his nose goes up to his broad forehead, forming the shape of a teardrop at its end. Galan’s black hair is generally combed and slicked back. His hair is semi-long, falling a few inches below his shoulders. Whether on- or off-duty, he keeps it tied in a ponytail. He has no facial hair, and keeps his face free of any.
Galan’s body is large, his shoulders broad; a line of scales forms from his jawline to his shoulders, gradually becoming wider as though it is a plate of armour. More scales are found on his stomach, which taper upwards, becoming smaller; a similar development forms from his kneecaps to his pelvic area. His hand stands upon a long neck which thickens as it transitions to his shoulders. His shoulders are broad and his arms are muscular, but this broadness lessens as you transition to his hips. His uniforms and other clothing are specially fitted to his Cardassian body.
Galan dislikes cold temperatures, thus his uniform is made to generate heat upon his body. This keeps him comfortable, and is the reason he’s rarely seen out of uniform, even during other activities. His body is tough, and the Cardassian has a very high tolerance for pain. His bones are also thicker and more durable than many other humanoids; his skin is tougher and harder. It is impossible to break his neck. However, despite these physical capabilities, most humanoids posses better hearing and smell than he does.
Birthplace: Okaba, Cardassia Prime
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Assistant Chief of Security
Personality:
Galan never forgets a face or the name attached to that face, be they friend or foe. His exceptional memory allows him to recall key details when the time is necessary. His training also made his mind strong; it is hard to break into his mind through telepathy or any other measures. It is not a difficult thing to befriend Galan, and he likes doing favours for other people, but he won’t defy Starfleet codes or his superiors’ orders. He is loyal and trustworthy, and it is hard not to be his friend. He is not quick to trust, and on-duty, he is very attentive to procedure, and his primary goal is protecting the people on the ship.
Galan tends to get angry only about certain things. He does not like it when people are unfair, or when people discriminate. His openness has led to this. He is open with other people, and likes telling things like they are, though he is a decently good liar when he has to be. He also loves a good laugh. He hates it when people discriminate against him or avoid him just because he is a Cardassian. Despite his kindheartedness and his openness to meeting new people, he has difficulty socialising, and during social times, may be seen with his first love: drawing.
His desire to express himself surfaced when his father banned him from such things. He also loves to write, but is said to be more skilled, and more creative, with his drawings. He usually draws things as he remembers him, but may take liberties to make them more interesting. He is fondly attached to his computerised drawing pad. Galan also loves to listen to new types of music; he can listen to the same song over and over again. And he loves food, but watches what he eats so that he won’t become fat. He tends to stick to a certain diet, preferring Cardassian foods for this. On special occasions, he will indulge in alien foods. It takes a lot of alcohol to get him drunk; his favourite beverages are kanar and Romulan ale.
Background and History:
Galan was the first son out of three children born to Kama Torak and Laus Rusal. Thus, the father expected a great deal from the boy, and at an early age, he was denied the chance to do as most boys should and enjoy himself. At the age of four, his mental training began, and then at six, his schooling began. He was nervous, knowing that what they observed from him was what he would become in later years. Gradually, though, the young Cardassian began to become more confident...and for good reason. It was a place where he didn’t have to deal with Kama’s butchering. The boy’s mother was strict with him, and he hated it. When he was young, he’d entertained himself by drawing in the dirt, and his mother shouted at him for it, erasing the drawing he’d worked so hard on. She would impose more restrictions upon the boy, and they began to grow distant. This is part of why he focused so closely on his studies.
He pushed himself, managing an above average grade in all areas. His sponsor was Venar, and he and Galan became close; Venar would shape the boy to become a strong and hopefully upstanding member of the Cardassian society. He graduated at the age of nine, and when he turned ten, he celebrated his rite-of-passage with his family. During the ceremonies, tension between himself and his mother was seen. His father talked to his mother about it, then he was confronted. An argument between him and his parents ensued. They resolved the issue, however; why make a family fall apart over something so small? The boy was told to keep quiet about it. He entered advanced schooling at the military academy. His specialty was security. He was pleased to be away from his family, though he missed his sisters. He made many friends at the academy, and a couple of enemies; faces he will never forget.
At nineteen, he graduated, and entered immediately into mandatory military service. They were sent off-world to oversee a city of alien slaves. The conditions for the slaves were harsh; Galan’s commander made him whip a youth several times for failing in his duties, and Galan felt sick with each lash of the whip. However, he performed well; his superior officer said he’d recommend him for a promotion. However, the young Cardassian soldier witnessed something which disgusted him, one day: a female being molested by a fellow Cardassian. Galan confronted him and the soldier laughed in his face. Galan accidentally pushed him from the canyon they were standing on. Eyes widening, he fled, not even paying any mind to the female. He stole a ship, trying not to think about how he would probably be killed. With success, though, he made it out of Cardassian space. At that time, his ship let out, but a Ferengi picked him up, guessing he’d make great cheap labour.
They would come to regret that, and the Cardassian hijacked the ship and locked the Ferengi in the cargo bay, flying into Federation space and hailing a ship. He was beamed aboard, the Ferengi regaining their vessel. So he wouldn’t appear a cold and ruthless fellow, he left them some items that they could sell for a decent fee. However, he was depressed when they found him. He felt that he did not deserve to be with his people; he had outcast himself but would probably have faced worse on the homeworld, and realised this. They took him to the ship’s counselor, and they came up with a compromise for his situation: he would start anew. They had taken him in and had cared for him; he found that he could trust them, and decided to join Starfleet. He was insistent upon attending the Academy; due to his odd circumstances, he was accepted. With his Cardassian schooling and experience under his belt, and a high-functioning mind, he performed well though he had some difficulties with his peers due to his race, and graduated. He didn’t know this because he had inferred they were less like his people in that they didn’t spy on your every move and thus he was lax, but they had been watching him. They found they could trust him.
He was assigned as a guard at a different space station, and he served well. He considered returning to them to help them in rebuilding, but he knew that was impossible; he was a traitor, and he’d resolved to start anew. He recuperated, and was back on duty. He was promoted to Lieutenant, and assigned as Chief of Security on a minor starbase. It was an uneventful job, until a certain Ensign Kinin teleported onto the starbase, and left some aliens that had caused trouble on the Crudaigh in the hands of those at the starbase.
The Lieutenant would encounter even more excitement now that he was tied up in the affairs of the Crudaigh. There was an explosion on-board, and Galan followed Kinin onto the ship, then assisted the victims of this unfortunate accident. Afterwards, he assisted in the investigation, and remained on the Crudaigh for a short while, before being transferred to Deep Space Nine as a security officer. Recently, he was assigned to the USS Peregrin.
Name of Celebrity: It's Gul Dukat (Marc Alaimo) but I believe I've altered his image enough to make it less...Dukat-y.
Sample Roleplay:
Night was falling upon the canyons on the outskirts of Binet, the Cardassian outpost Galan served in. The young Cardassian sighed as he sat lazily upon edge of an outcropping of rock, admiring the splotches of pink and orange in the blue sky as the twin suns set, one after another. He sighed happily, dangling a leg over the edge, the other bent, his hand resting on it. He enjoyed the peace and the stillness. He wished he could draw right now, but he had nothing to draw with or on. He only had the art of the night sky, soon filled with stars, to accompany him. The chittering of bugs met his ears...and soon, he heard a sound that did not fit here.
“No, please!” the female voice wailed.
“You’re not supposed to out here,” a voice grunted.
Curious, the soldier slipped from the ledge and made his way towards the sound. What he came upon was a rather large Cardassian holding an alien woman close to him, his arms around her and his hands groping both of the woman’s breasts, a cruel look on his features. Disgusted, Galan walked up to him. He felt bad for the girl, who couldn’t be any older than fifteen. He decided to show his disgust in another way. “You are disgusting,” he said. “Touching an...alien like that. What do you see in those creatures?”
“I see a way to enjoy myself,” the other Cardassian said with a glare, still groping her. Then he whipped her around so that she was facing him, and threw her to the ground. “These people are our slaves. We have every right to use them. It’s not your place to judge, anyway.” He was right; this man was a superior. Still, Galan felt a wave of disgust. “She’s my pregnant dog; I’ll do with her what I want,” he continued. Galan walked towards him, not showing his anger outwardly. “I won’t have some...child, telling me what to do.”
Galan did something reckless. Now close enough that they could smell each other’s breath, he punched the soldier. The soldier lost his balance, and fell from the cliff, his screams echoing. The woman stared wide-eyed in horror. Galan looked her way and she let out an eep, crawling away from him. He’d done it. He’d murdered. He was a disgrace. He knew he should jump after that soldier as his punishment, but he did not. Instead, he decided to leave this planet. It was close enough to alien space that he had a chance at success. And thus, he went to find an empty fighter before someone found out what had happened.