Post by Ensign Tegan Mast on Dec 1, 2014 10:10:19 GMT -8
Character's Name: Tegan Mast
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile 5’1”, 120 lbs, short-lengthened brunette, hazel-green eyes, short hair
Birthplace: USS Crazy Horse
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Engineering
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Personality: Tegan is an energetic, rambunctious young woman with dreams that carry her forward. She’s respectful of the chain of command, but loves her own independence. When she wants something, she fights hard to get it.
She has a tendency to focus so often upon her goal that she blinds herself to the world around her. It has caused more than one embarrassing awakening for her amidst varying situations.
Tegan can also be competitive, as her constant push to be head of her class exemplified. She does not like to lose, nor does she like to be passed over because “so-and-so could do it better.” She loves challenges and loves to prove herself.
Otherwise, she is intelligent and compassionate, although her tongue has too often gritted someone the wrong way. Apparently, honesty isn’t always the best policy…
Background and History:
Tegan was born aboard the USS Crazy Horse to Lt. Commander Lidia and Aiden Mast.
Lidia and Aiden were high school sweethearts that both dreamed of a career in Starfleet together. Unfortunately, after repeated attempts to enter into the Academy, Aiden learned that he was not mentally or psychological compatible with the trials that a career officer would endure. Lidia was. They worked through the complications of their dream, and remained together through Lidia’s stay at the Academy.
In time, Aiden and Lidia started their family. Emlyn, Tegan’s older sister, was born followed by Tegan a couple years later. From the day Tegan came into the world, she and her sister had friction. At first, it was because the new baby took the attention of her parents away from her sister, but once Tegan was old enough to interact with her sister, the two became constant rivals. If Emylin built a toy tower, Tegan had to build a taller tower.
When Tegan was four, her mother was killed in action, leaving their father with two daughters to raise on his own. Between his status as a civilian aboard a Starfleet ship, and the pain of being aboard the same ship his wife had died, Aiden chose to take his daughters home to Earth.
Emylin and Tegan adjusted as best they could without their mother, but the scar of her death would remain in their lives forever. Their sibling rivalry only worsened without Lidia’s firm hand to straighten them out. For a period of time, they found harmony, where they bonded as sisters, and though they competed, it was far more friendly than it had been before.
And then puberty hit, and a whole new battlefield began. Tegan saw her sister taken away by new friends, new levels of womanhood…and boys. Aiden nearly gave up after handling variations of passive-aggressive attitudes to full on fights. His saving grace was Tegan’s personal pet projects, which kept her occupied and out of Emylin’s way.
Tegan loved using her hands even as a toddler. Every birthday was another round of building toys and tools. And she became increasingly astute in the art. Without looking at instructions or even the picture of the completed project, she would complete it with near perfection. Sometimes, she’d ignore the original design altogether and build an original Tegan master piece.
In time, she graduated from toys to actual machines, and began exploring the technological side of the world. Her father knew what she would become all her life, and Tegan embraced her destiny in Engineering.
When time came to join Starfleet, Tegan excelled, as her mother did. She learned what it meant to see outside of her own little world, and to work as a team. It was a hard lesson for her. More than one professor had to sit her down and give her a one-on-one lecture on including her group members on projects that were designed as such. Eventually, she spread her arms open, and found she was the better for it.
Tegan’s last year at the Academy was anything but the glorious end of the line she imagined it to be. But war does that to just about anything. When the Klingon’s attacked, Tegan found herself taken along with her class and placed into action. By the time all was said and done, there was no graduation ceremony, no public celebrations, and no grand sense of accomplishment. Tegan was given a field commission as Ensign and sent to work aboard McKinley Station to bring the fleet back together again.
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Sample Roleplay:
Focus on one project at a time. That’s what they taught her. Don’t look at the whole ship, or it’ll mess you up. But how did she do that? Engineering alone looked like it would take a whole army of engineers just to get it working again!
“Mast,” a voice called from across the room. “How’s that relay looking?”
"Hang on!" She yelled back. With both of her hands firmly clutched onto the broken relay housing, Tegan yanked as hard as she could. It budged only slightly. She yanked again, and the relay slid another two centimeters. Tegan repositioned her footing, tightened her grip, and made one last pull. The relay gave this time...as did Tegan’s footing.
When the crash on the floor reached her coworkers ears, the Lieutenant came running around the corner. “Tegan! You alright?”
Tegan looked to the busted relay in her hands and extended it out towards the Lieutenant. “I got the relay out.”
His expression changed to one of reprimand. “Tegan, you need to be more careful than that. With this kind of damage it wouldn’t take a lot to cause some serious injury.”
When Tegan’s look of frustration and disappointment got to him, the Lieutenant put on a lop-sided smile and reached out his hand and helped her up. He took the relay from her hand and began to examine it. “This looks like an older model.
Tegan nodded as he brushed off the excess debris from her uniform. “They were due for refit in another six months.”
“Well,” he tossed it back into her hands. “They are certainly getting that now.” He leaned down and searched through the case of spare equipment. “Ought to use a 216.”
Tegan’s eyebrows furrowed. “I thought we were supposed to use the 109s from now on?”
“Not in here, we don’t,” the Lieutenant corrected. He picked out the new relay and handed it to Tegan. “When it comes to the minor systems, yes, the 109’s will do nicely, but that’s a vital system. It needs the 216.”
“Understood, sir,” Tegan nodded as she simultaneously filed that important piece of information away.
Both of their heads turned to the main entrance as the door whooshed open. A denobulan with three pips on his collar came striding in.
“At ease,” Commander Tropp called out as both officers stood at attention. “How’s it looking down here.”
Tegan looked to her coworker to make his report. He handed a PADD over to Tropp. “We are nearly finished. We just have another two relays to replace, and we’ll have the auxiliary environmental systems back online.
“Well done,” Tropp praised with a large grin.
“It’s really Tegan who deserves the credit. She’s not only a fast worker, but a fast learner.”
Tropp looked to Tegan who accepted the compliment with a confident smile. “That’s what Professor Sulak said as well, and it’s why I fought to keep you here.”
Both of them frowned this time. Tegan looked to the Lieutenant and then back to Tropp. “Sir?”
“They need more hands for the Talon, and yours have been recruited." He gave her the PADD in his hand. "You’re to join Talon Salvage Crew Beta within two hours.”
“Sir…” Tegan took the PADD hesitantly. "I'd prefer to stay here.
Tropp smiled. "As would I, and Lieutenant Anderson I'm sure." The luitenant nodded. "But being in Starfleet means going where you are needed."
Tegan opened her mouth and then closed it again. It was a better move than the alternative. She accepted the order with as much grace as she could muster and began to clean up her tools. She was quickly learning that she would no longer get the luxury of working on the same project for weeks on end. Not during her shift at least. It left her...disappointed.
“We’ll miss you, Ensign,” Tropp admitted as he rested his hand on her shoulder. “Make sure to get some rest and a meal, alright.”
Tegan nodded as she made her way out. Another day, another ship. She’d be more excited if it weren’t the Talon she had been transferred to. Anyone who was anyone knew what the Talon had taken. Her beauty had been ripped away from her, and everyone who came back from a shift there just seemed filled with melancholy.
With a deep breath, Tegan fought the despair of those thoughts. She would not be the same. No matter how large the job, no matter how steep the cliff, she was going to the best she could do, even if it took her a month, a year, or a decade to do it.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile 5’1”, 120 lbs, short-lengthened brunette, hazel-green eyes, short hair
Birthplace: USS Crazy Horse
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Engineering
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: Alyssa
How did you find us? Magic-8 Ball
Personality: Tegan is an energetic, rambunctious young woman with dreams that carry her forward. She’s respectful of the chain of command, but loves her own independence. When she wants something, she fights hard to get it.
She has a tendency to focus so often upon her goal that she blinds herself to the world around her. It has caused more than one embarrassing awakening for her amidst varying situations.
Tegan can also be competitive, as her constant push to be head of her class exemplified. She does not like to lose, nor does she like to be passed over because “so-and-so could do it better.” She loves challenges and loves to prove herself.
Otherwise, she is intelligent and compassionate, although her tongue has too often gritted someone the wrong way. Apparently, honesty isn’t always the best policy…
Background and History:
Tegan was born aboard the USS Crazy Horse to Lt. Commander Lidia and Aiden Mast.
Lidia and Aiden were high school sweethearts that both dreamed of a career in Starfleet together. Unfortunately, after repeated attempts to enter into the Academy, Aiden learned that he was not mentally or psychological compatible with the trials that a career officer would endure. Lidia was. They worked through the complications of their dream, and remained together through Lidia’s stay at the Academy.
In time, Aiden and Lidia started their family. Emlyn, Tegan’s older sister, was born followed by Tegan a couple years later. From the day Tegan came into the world, she and her sister had friction. At first, it was because the new baby took the attention of her parents away from her sister, but once Tegan was old enough to interact with her sister, the two became constant rivals. If Emylin built a toy tower, Tegan had to build a taller tower.
When Tegan was four, her mother was killed in action, leaving their father with two daughters to raise on his own. Between his status as a civilian aboard a Starfleet ship, and the pain of being aboard the same ship his wife had died, Aiden chose to take his daughters home to Earth.
Emylin and Tegan adjusted as best they could without their mother, but the scar of her death would remain in their lives forever. Their sibling rivalry only worsened without Lidia’s firm hand to straighten them out. For a period of time, they found harmony, where they bonded as sisters, and though they competed, it was far more friendly than it had been before.
And then puberty hit, and a whole new battlefield began. Tegan saw her sister taken away by new friends, new levels of womanhood…and boys. Aiden nearly gave up after handling variations of passive-aggressive attitudes to full on fights. His saving grace was Tegan’s personal pet projects, which kept her occupied and out of Emylin’s way.
Tegan loved using her hands even as a toddler. Every birthday was another round of building toys and tools. And she became increasingly astute in the art. Without looking at instructions or even the picture of the completed project, she would complete it with near perfection. Sometimes, she’d ignore the original design altogether and build an original Tegan master piece.
In time, she graduated from toys to actual machines, and began exploring the technological side of the world. Her father knew what she would become all her life, and Tegan embraced her destiny in Engineering.
When time came to join Starfleet, Tegan excelled, as her mother did. She learned what it meant to see outside of her own little world, and to work as a team. It was a hard lesson for her. More than one professor had to sit her down and give her a one-on-one lecture on including her group members on projects that were designed as such. Eventually, she spread her arms open, and found she was the better for it.
Tegan’s last year at the Academy was anything but the glorious end of the line she imagined it to be. But war does that to just about anything. When the Klingon’s attacked, Tegan found herself taken along with her class and placed into action. By the time all was said and done, there was no graduation ceremony, no public celebrations, and no grand sense of accomplishment. Tegan was given a field commission as Ensign and sent to work aboard McKinley Station to bring the fleet back together again.
Name of Celebrity: Emily Browning
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Sample Roleplay:
Focus on one project at a time. That’s what they taught her. Don’t look at the whole ship, or it’ll mess you up. But how did she do that? Engineering alone looked like it would take a whole army of engineers just to get it working again!
“Mast,” a voice called from across the room. “How’s that relay looking?”
"Hang on!" She yelled back. With both of her hands firmly clutched onto the broken relay housing, Tegan yanked as hard as she could. It budged only slightly. She yanked again, and the relay slid another two centimeters. Tegan repositioned her footing, tightened her grip, and made one last pull. The relay gave this time...as did Tegan’s footing.
When the crash on the floor reached her coworkers ears, the Lieutenant came running around the corner. “Tegan! You alright?”
Tegan looked to the busted relay in her hands and extended it out towards the Lieutenant. “I got the relay out.”
His expression changed to one of reprimand. “Tegan, you need to be more careful than that. With this kind of damage it wouldn’t take a lot to cause some serious injury.”
When Tegan’s look of frustration and disappointment got to him, the Lieutenant put on a lop-sided smile and reached out his hand and helped her up. He took the relay from her hand and began to examine it. “This looks like an older model.
Tegan nodded as he brushed off the excess debris from her uniform. “They were due for refit in another six months.”
“Well,” he tossed it back into her hands. “They are certainly getting that now.” He leaned down and searched through the case of spare equipment. “Ought to use a 216.”
Tegan’s eyebrows furrowed. “I thought we were supposed to use the 109s from now on?”
“Not in here, we don’t,” the Lieutenant corrected. He picked out the new relay and handed it to Tegan. “When it comes to the minor systems, yes, the 109’s will do nicely, but that’s a vital system. It needs the 216.”
“Understood, sir,” Tegan nodded as she simultaneously filed that important piece of information away.
Both of their heads turned to the main entrance as the door whooshed open. A denobulan with three pips on his collar came striding in.
“At ease,” Commander Tropp called out as both officers stood at attention. “How’s it looking down here.”
Tegan looked to her coworker to make his report. He handed a PADD over to Tropp. “We are nearly finished. We just have another two relays to replace, and we’ll have the auxiliary environmental systems back online.
“Well done,” Tropp praised with a large grin.
“It’s really Tegan who deserves the credit. She’s not only a fast worker, but a fast learner.”
Tropp looked to Tegan who accepted the compliment with a confident smile. “That’s what Professor Sulak said as well, and it’s why I fought to keep you here.”
Both of them frowned this time. Tegan looked to the Lieutenant and then back to Tropp. “Sir?”
“They need more hands for the Talon, and yours have been recruited." He gave her the PADD in his hand. "You’re to join Talon Salvage Crew Beta within two hours.”
“Sir…” Tegan took the PADD hesitantly. "I'd prefer to stay here.
Tropp smiled. "As would I, and Lieutenant Anderson I'm sure." The luitenant nodded. "But being in Starfleet means going where you are needed."
Tegan opened her mouth and then closed it again. It was a better move than the alternative. She accepted the order with as much grace as she could muster and began to clean up her tools. She was quickly learning that she would no longer get the luxury of working on the same project for weeks on end. Not during her shift at least. It left her...disappointed.
“We’ll miss you, Ensign,” Tropp admitted as he rested his hand on her shoulder. “Make sure to get some rest and a meal, alright.”
Tegan nodded as she made her way out. Another day, another ship. She’d be more excited if it weren’t the Talon she had been transferred to. Anyone who was anyone knew what the Talon had taken. Her beauty had been ripped away from her, and everyone who came back from a shift there just seemed filled with melancholy.
With a deep breath, Tegan fought the despair of those thoughts. She would not be the same. No matter how large the job, no matter how steep the cliff, she was going to the best she could do, even if it took her a month, a year, or a decade to do it.