Post by darrah on Sept 2, 2009 14:47:45 GMT -8
Second character for Galan Torak (Crimea River)
Character's Name: Miral Tr'Brook
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Race: Romulan
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. He tends to wear human fashions when out of uniform.
Birthplace: Romulus
Preferred rank: Lieutenant Junior Grade
Department: Helmsman
Personality: Miral's service to Starfleet has improved him a great deal. He is a very confident individual, and is also very attentive to details. He is extremely loyal to Starfleet, and would never turn against them, even if it meant fighting his own people. He tends to be a bit quiet and contemplative, and very focused. Were it not for the ridges on his forehead, one might mistake him for a Vulcan, due to the fact that he is very serious, almost all of the time. He isn't the "logical" type, though; he is very caring, and always willing to help anyone in need. He is still unsure of himself, and fears doing things wrong - especially if it puts the ship or the people on it in danger. But he is not afraid to speak his mind, or point out his own flaws. He tends to enjoy being around humans and Vulcans, for the most part; they are the kind that he is most used to.
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 by a Federation vessel, and questioned. They listened to his story, and offered him refuge on Earth. He accepted. It was difficult for him to get used to life on Earth, but he was eventually able to relate with the humans and other peoples there.
He decided he wanted to do more with his life, and contacted the captain of the vessel that had picked him up before. By that point, the two got along pretty well. He asked him for a favour; for him to sponsor him for Starfleet Academy. And thus, the captain sent a letter of recommendation. Miral then took the entrance tests, and the summer classes, and eventually was accepted – the first full-blooded Romulan to ever attend. But when the Commandant told him that this was not the important thing, he took it to heart, and aimed to be the best he could, putting his academics before everything else, and maintaining a network of friends at the Academy. Nearing the time of choosing, he decided that Intelligence wasn't the track for him. He had attempted holo-programs of a starship helm, and due to those experiences, decided this was the track for him.
For two years, he worked at the helm on a small science vessel, then a cargo ship for three. The next year, he worked at the ops station of a starbase, and afterwards on another ship. After a promotion to Lieutenant Junior Grade, he was transferred to the USS Peregrin.
Name of Celebrity: Romulan Officer, from TNG or something...
If you'd like an avatar of your chosen character, please include the link to the picture here. Your picture should be no more than 150 pixels wide: img127.imageshack.us/img127/723/rihannsumiral.png (until I can find a Romulan image and get some help editing him into a uniform; also pending department).
Sample Roleplay:
Miral Tr'Brook was still getting used to having two pips on his collar rather than one. It was a pretty big change, which he hoped he deserved. Well, he would trust the judgment of those that had decided he was deserving of a promotion. He had felt the same way when he'd graduated from the Academy. Sure, he'd integrated well, but he'd fear that he would be an inadequate Starfleet Officer. He was proven wrong, however, especially since he'd decided to become a helmsman.
The Promenade was a mish-mash of alien types. Some lived here, some worked here, and others were just visiting. Like himself. He was on his way to a new ship; the Peregrin, she was called. A beauty to behold, he had seen her docked at an upper pylon. He was looking forward to boarding, but it would be a few hours yet.
It was interesting to see this station, which had such a colourful - and somewhat bloody - history. It was a hybrid of three alien technologies - Cardassian, Bajoran, and Federation - and he wondered how it worked with all of those different components. Regardless, it did, and he was no Engineer. He wouldn't mind working at Deep Space Nine, but knew that if he did, he'd get the urge for a Starship. Serving on a space station just wasn't the same as serving on a ship, but he'd take whatever job he was told to do. That was part of being a Starfleet officer.
However, he would be on a ship, and he was quite delighted that this would be so. He made his way into Quark's; such an interesting, exotic place. Maybe he'd take a spin at the Dabo wheel at some point before leaving. It wouldn't hurt, even though he wasn't much for games; holo-novels were what he preferred. He sat down next to a strange-looking guy lacking in hair who wore a black outfit and lacked a neck. The Ferengi bartender turned around.
Ferengi were so strange. Their whole society was based on profit. Miral couldn't quite put himself in the shoes of a Ferengi, and was sure he wouldn't have to deal with them much, so he didn't both so. "What can I get you?" he asked in a friendly, but nasally tone.
"One orange juice." Miral had odd tastes; the orange juice was a tart drink from Earth. The big-eared Ferengi moved to the Replicator, and soon had procured the drink from it, and gave it to Miral. He took the glass and went to a nice window seat, staring out at the stars...
The Promenade was a mish-mash of alien types. Some lived here, some worked here, and others were just visiting. Like himself. He was on his way to a new ship; the Peregrin, she was called. A beauty to behold, he had seen her docked at an upper pylon. He was looking forward to boarding, but it would be a few hours yet.
It was interesting to see this station, which had such a colourful - and somewhat bloody - history. It was a hybrid of three alien technologies - Cardassian, Bajoran, and Federation - and he wondered how it worked with all of those different components. Regardless, it did, and he was no Engineer. He wouldn't mind working at Deep Space Nine, but knew that if he did, he'd get the urge for a Starship. Serving on a space station just wasn't the same as serving on a ship, but he'd take whatever job he was told to do. That was part of being a Starfleet officer.
However, he would be on a ship, and he was quite delighted that this would be so. He made his way into Quark's; such an interesting, exotic place. Maybe he'd take a spin at the Dabo wheel at some point before leaving. It wouldn't hurt, even though he wasn't much for games; holo-novels were what he preferred. He sat down next to a strange-looking guy lacking in hair who wore a black outfit and lacked a neck. The Ferengi bartender turned around.
Ferengi were so strange. Their whole society was based on profit. Miral couldn't quite put himself in the shoes of a Ferengi, and was sure he wouldn't have to deal with them much, so he didn't both so. "What can I get you?" he asked in a friendly, but nasally tone.
"One orange juice." Miral had odd tastes; the orange juice was a tart drink from Earth. The big-eared Ferengi moved to the Replicator, and soon had procured the drink from it, and gave it to Miral. He took the glass and went to a nice window seat, staring out at the stars...
Note: Character is from Small Acorns. Captain Gwen stated that this is 11 years after Small Acorns, and that this would be the same - but an older version of - Miral from that site.