Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2015 23:12:34 GMT -8
Character's Name: Matthew Jordan Foster
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Terran (Human)
Date of birth: June 1, 2387
Year of Academy Graduation: 2409
Physical Profile
Height: 5’11 (and still growing)
Weight: 185lbs
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Blue
Eyebrows: Oddly vulcanish.
Birthplace:
Starbase 309 (Which was sadly destroyed during the war)
Talon or DS10? DSTEN
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Security, Security Officer
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: Nicholas Barnes
How did you find us? The Almighty Google.
Personality: Matt never really stands out to anybody. He has an agreeable personality and is one to do his duty to the death if need be. He is no stranger to the Starfleet life, but he is still young and inexperienced, only just recently graduated from the Academy. He may be overeager and slightly hotheaded, but he is a disciplined Starfleet Officer. He just needs to be reminded of it from time to time.
Background and History: He was born on Starbase 309, to, now, Captain Phillip Foster and Lieutenant Dana Foster. He did not stay there long and moved seventeen times before he was seventeen. He was expected to join Starfleet as a Security Officer or Pilot. Since birth Matt has followed his father orders to the letter. Most people would resent this but Matt has learned to ‘go with the flow”. Although he did have his ‘teenage rebellion’ stage, brief, but existent.
Deep Space Ten is his second posting. Right out of the Academy he was posted to a Science station orbiting an ice ball planetoid. He only spent three months there before being transferred to Deep Space Ten. Matt has been used to this moving around since his younger days. He has always had a ‘seabag’ packed with essentials.
Name of Celebrity: Will Poulter
Avatar: i64.tinypic.com/1rchuw.jpg
Sample Roleplay: “I still don’t see why we have to be the ones down here.” Ensign Megan Hurley shook her head in irritation. “The science types are the ones gathering this...sludge.
“This ‘sludge,’” Ensign T’Vek said with patented Vulcan annoyance, “Is a biological phenomenon that neither Starfleet nor the Vulcan High Command has ever come across before. You should not---”
“Enough.” Matt said with a sigh. “Our orders are what our orders are. No use in complaining about them.”
T’Vek nodded in agreement. “Your logic is sound, Ensign Foster.” She went back to carefully taking samples from the ground. The two security officers watched T’Vek and the surrounding area until T’Vek was finished with her task. “I am finished here. We may go back to the ship.” Megan announced her relief and Matt tapped his combadge; which was designed to work in extreme cold. “Foster to Station. Level Three containment and transport for three beings and four containers.”
It seemed like an eternity but the three of them and their prize was taken up to the station. Only after the transport sequence was complete were they were allowed to remove their suits. They were wearing EV suits to protect them from the cold and lack of oxygen. After that, they had to endure the medical team’s poking and prodding before they were deemed free from contagion.
“Ensign Matthew Foster, please report to Commander Dillon’s’ office. That is all.” The announcement ended as quickly as it began. Matt was used to the brusque way of communication on the station. He quickly dressed and made his way to the command center of the station. He hoped he was not in any kind of trouble.
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Terran (Human)
Date of birth: June 1, 2387
Year of Academy Graduation: 2409
Physical Profile
Height: 5’11 (and still growing)
Weight: 185lbs
Hair color: Blonde
Eye color: Blue
Eyebrows: Oddly vulcanish.
Birthplace:
Starbase 309 (Which was sadly destroyed during the war)
Talon or DS10? DSTEN
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Security, Security Officer
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: Nicholas Barnes
How did you find us? The Almighty Google.
Personality: Matt never really stands out to anybody. He has an agreeable personality and is one to do his duty to the death if need be. He is no stranger to the Starfleet life, but he is still young and inexperienced, only just recently graduated from the Academy. He may be overeager and slightly hotheaded, but he is a disciplined Starfleet Officer. He just needs to be reminded of it from time to time.
Background and History: He was born on Starbase 309, to, now, Captain Phillip Foster and Lieutenant Dana Foster. He did not stay there long and moved seventeen times before he was seventeen. He was expected to join Starfleet as a Security Officer or Pilot. Since birth Matt has followed his father orders to the letter. Most people would resent this but Matt has learned to ‘go with the flow”. Although he did have his ‘teenage rebellion’ stage, brief, but existent.
Deep Space Ten is his second posting. Right out of the Academy he was posted to a Science station orbiting an ice ball planetoid. He only spent three months there before being transferred to Deep Space Ten. Matt has been used to this moving around since his younger days. He has always had a ‘seabag’ packed with essentials.
Name of Celebrity: Will Poulter
Avatar: i64.tinypic.com/1rchuw.jpg
Sample Roleplay: “I still don’t see why we have to be the ones down here.” Ensign Megan Hurley shook her head in irritation. “The science types are the ones gathering this...sludge.
“This ‘sludge,’” Ensign T’Vek said with patented Vulcan annoyance, “Is a biological phenomenon that neither Starfleet nor the Vulcan High Command has ever come across before. You should not---”
“Enough.” Matt said with a sigh. “Our orders are what our orders are. No use in complaining about them.”
T’Vek nodded in agreement. “Your logic is sound, Ensign Foster.” She went back to carefully taking samples from the ground. The two security officers watched T’Vek and the surrounding area until T’Vek was finished with her task. “I am finished here. We may go back to the ship.” Megan announced her relief and Matt tapped his combadge; which was designed to work in extreme cold. “Foster to Station. Level Three containment and transport for three beings and four containers.”
It seemed like an eternity but the three of them and their prize was taken up to the station. Only after the transport sequence was complete were they were allowed to remove their suits. They were wearing EV suits to protect them from the cold and lack of oxygen. After that, they had to endure the medical team’s poking and prodding before they were deemed free from contagion.
“Ensign Matthew Foster, please report to Commander Dillon’s’ office. That is all.” The announcement ended as quickly as it began. Matt was used to the brusque way of communication on the station. He quickly dressed and made his way to the command center of the station. He hoped he was not in any kind of trouble.