Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2017 18:52:00 GMT -8
Character's Name: Arn Vanderberg
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Date of birth: June 30th, 2390
Year of Academy Graduation: 2414 (?)
Physical Profile: Height - 6'3/4; Weight - 210; Hair Color - brown; Eye Color - brown.
Birthplace: Janus VI (featured in the "Devil in the Dark," season one, original Star Trek series
Talon or moonbase?: DS10
Preferred rank: Cadet
Department (if moonbase, why are they there?): Security track.
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: Ensign Sandra "Sandy" Belle.
How did you find us?: Cruising for ST RPG on the ProBoards.
Personality: Strong, quiet, brave, loyal to a fault. The epitome of the strong silent hero, with the social awkwardness that comes with it.
Background and History: There have always been Vanderbergs in the pergium mining colony of Janus VI, one of whom even was the Chief Engineer when the USS Enterprise arrived long ago to help negotiate peace between the miners and the sentient silicone-based native life form, the Horta. Since then, a symbiotic peace has existed between the miners and the Horta, but life underground on a Class-D heavy gravity planet was always harsh, and Arn's father, Hendrik Vanderberg, as a single parent (his wife died in childbirth) wanted something better for his one child than being a miner, thus he pushed young Arn in his passion of exercise and weight lifting to be a superb athlete and at his peak of physical fitness, so he is exceedingly strong. However, Hendrik also encouraged the boy to read and think on what he read, so young Arn became a voracious reader, not only of fiction but of non-fiction, especially as to philosophy and psychology, so that he could one day apply to Starfleet. Although Arn's father preferred him to become an engineer as it had always been the family trade, when the Starfleet Academy application was being filled out, Arn chose the security track.
Name of Celebrity: "Young" Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Avatar of your chosen character (please include the link to the picture here). Your picture should be no more than 150 pixels wide:
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Sample Roleplay:
The old miner, who looked much older than his forty three years, walked his twenty-year old son through the mining colony's tunnels to the transporter that would take him up to the supply ship that routinely serviced Janus VI who would then take their sole passenger to a star base whereupon young Arn would be transported by a Federation shuttle that would take him through a worm hole to DS10. DS10 was where an off-shoot of Starfleet Academy was being created, and Arn had been accepted as a Freshman there.
The old man asked in Dutch, the family language passed down from generation to generation in the Vanderbergs, "Are you excited my son?"
Clutching the worn duffel bag over his shoulder, the tall young man in the clean mining coveralls that bulged from his huge muscles smiled at his father, answering also in Dutch, but in an impassive monotone that belied his true feelings, "Very much so Papa."
"You have everything you wish to take with you packed?" Asked Arn's father, then chuckled as he warned, "Remember, you won't be able to just go to the next tunnel to retrieve what you left behind."
Arn mirrored his father's mirth, and burned the memory into his mind, for he didn't know that this might not be the last time he saw him in person and alive, informing Hendrik with a warm smile, "I have the hologram photo of you and Mama, the Bowie knife you gave me when I turned sixteen, my bandoleer of throwing knives, my dart board and darts, my hand and ankle weights - nothing else I really need. Oh yes, and the bag of cheesy croissants Aunt Greta baked by hand for the trip."
Hendrik raised a gray eyebrow over his brown eyes, inquiring, "Was the replicator broken? "
"Papa, you know Aunt Greta loves..." Arn began with a frown, but stopped when his father began laughing at his son's tendency to take everything literal, but being good-natured, his son soon joined in, knowing this was one of those often shared moments with his father that he would miss in Starfleet."
His father's wizened face became serious, remarking as he shook his son's hand leaving five gold-pressed latinum bars in his son's large hand, "One last parting gift for you Arn."
"Papa no, this is your life savings - besides the Federation has no use for money," Argued Arn, trying to hand back the small shiny metal rods back to his father.
Hendrik raised his hands palms up at his son, refusing to take back his gift, exclaiming, "Other cultures do, so you may wish you had them sometime. Besides Arn, what am I going to do with them on Janus VI?"
They both laughed at the reality of Hendrik's comment, but then they heard a single chime and a green light appeared on top of the mine's transporter. Arn placed the latinum bars in a secret pocket inside his duffel bag, then shouldered the bag as he shook his father's hand, being careful that he didn't squeeze too hard with his great strength, knowing that his father's hand bones were old and fragile.
Arn turned on his heel, heading for the transporter, but then looking back at his sire with warm brown eyes before taking two long strides to get back to him, hugging him so hard the old man wasn't sure he wasn't going to break a rib. Arn then kissed the old man on his wrinkled forehead, turning and going into the transporter without another word, soon fading out in a blue glow disappearing from his father's eyesight, with neither seeing the tears in each other's brown eyes.
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Date of birth: June 30th, 2390
Year of Academy Graduation: 2414 (?)
Physical Profile: Height - 6'3/4; Weight - 210; Hair Color - brown; Eye Color - brown.
Birthplace: Janus VI (featured in the "Devil in the Dark," season one, original Star Trek series
Talon or moonbase?: DS10
Preferred rank: Cadet
Department (if moonbase, why are they there?): Security track.
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: Ensign Sandra "Sandy" Belle.
How did you find us?: Cruising for ST RPG on the ProBoards.
Personality: Strong, quiet, brave, loyal to a fault. The epitome of the strong silent hero, with the social awkwardness that comes with it.
Background and History: There have always been Vanderbergs in the pergium mining colony of Janus VI, one of whom even was the Chief Engineer when the USS Enterprise arrived long ago to help negotiate peace between the miners and the sentient silicone-based native life form, the Horta. Since then, a symbiotic peace has existed between the miners and the Horta, but life underground on a Class-D heavy gravity planet was always harsh, and Arn's father, Hendrik Vanderberg, as a single parent (his wife died in childbirth) wanted something better for his one child than being a miner, thus he pushed young Arn in his passion of exercise and weight lifting to be a superb athlete and at his peak of physical fitness, so he is exceedingly strong. However, Hendrik also encouraged the boy to read and think on what he read, so young Arn became a voracious reader, not only of fiction but of non-fiction, especially as to philosophy and psychology, so that he could one day apply to Starfleet. Although Arn's father preferred him to become an engineer as it had always been the family trade, when the Starfleet Academy application was being filled out, Arn chose the security track.
Name of Celebrity: "Young" Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Avatar of your chosen character (please include the link to the picture here). Your picture should be no more than 150 pixels wide:
star-fights.com/celebrities/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/young-arnold-schwarzenegger-1.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
The old miner, who looked much older than his forty three years, walked his twenty-year old son through the mining colony's tunnels to the transporter that would take him up to the supply ship that routinely serviced Janus VI who would then take their sole passenger to a star base whereupon young Arn would be transported by a Federation shuttle that would take him through a worm hole to DS10. DS10 was where an off-shoot of Starfleet Academy was being created, and Arn had been accepted as a Freshman there.
The old man asked in Dutch, the family language passed down from generation to generation in the Vanderbergs, "Are you excited my son?"
Clutching the worn duffel bag over his shoulder, the tall young man in the clean mining coveralls that bulged from his huge muscles smiled at his father, answering also in Dutch, but in an impassive monotone that belied his true feelings, "Very much so Papa."
"You have everything you wish to take with you packed?" Asked Arn's father, then chuckled as he warned, "Remember, you won't be able to just go to the next tunnel to retrieve what you left behind."
Arn mirrored his father's mirth, and burned the memory into his mind, for he didn't know that this might not be the last time he saw him in person and alive, informing Hendrik with a warm smile, "I have the hologram photo of you and Mama, the Bowie knife you gave me when I turned sixteen, my bandoleer of throwing knives, my dart board and darts, my hand and ankle weights - nothing else I really need. Oh yes, and the bag of cheesy croissants Aunt Greta baked by hand for the trip."
Hendrik raised a gray eyebrow over his brown eyes, inquiring, "Was the replicator broken? "
"Papa, you know Aunt Greta loves..." Arn began with a frown, but stopped when his father began laughing at his son's tendency to take everything literal, but being good-natured, his son soon joined in, knowing this was one of those often shared moments with his father that he would miss in Starfleet."
His father's wizened face became serious, remarking as he shook his son's hand leaving five gold-pressed latinum bars in his son's large hand, "One last parting gift for you Arn."
"Papa no, this is your life savings - besides the Federation has no use for money," Argued Arn, trying to hand back the small shiny metal rods back to his father.
Hendrik raised his hands palms up at his son, refusing to take back his gift, exclaiming, "Other cultures do, so you may wish you had them sometime. Besides Arn, what am I going to do with them on Janus VI?"
They both laughed at the reality of Hendrik's comment, but then they heard a single chime and a green light appeared on top of the mine's transporter. Arn placed the latinum bars in a secret pocket inside his duffel bag, then shouldered the bag as he shook his father's hand, being careful that he didn't squeeze too hard with his great strength, knowing that his father's hand bones were old and fragile.
Arn turned on his heel, heading for the transporter, but then looking back at his sire with warm brown eyes before taking two long strides to get back to him, hugging him so hard the old man wasn't sure he wasn't going to break a rib. Arn then kissed the old man on his wrinkled forehead, turning and going into the transporter without another word, soon fading out in a blue glow disappearing from his father's eyesight, with neither seeing the tears in each other's brown eyes.