Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2017 18:53:46 GMT -8
Character's Name: Tavin Kotembe
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Date of birth: January 2, 2389
Year of Academy Graduation: TBA
Physical Profile (height, weight, hair color, eye color, etc.): ALL ARE MANDATORY. (Height below 6'1, please.) Tavin is dark-skinned, 5'11, 168 lb, with dark hair and eyes. Probably too handsome for his own good.
Birthplace: Nairobi, Kenya
Talon or moonbase?
Preferred rank: Cadet; operations track
Department (if moonbase, why are they there?):
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: liz
How did you find us? well
Personality: Not as smooth as he thinks he is. A bit of an emotional klutz, actually, if truth be told. Not as funny as he thinks he is, either. In fact, about the only thing Tavin is good at assessing about himself is his intellectual ability. You win some, you lose some.
Background and History: Tavin was born in Nairobi, Kenya. His parents divorced three years after he was born, which led to the shuffle of moving again...and again...and again during his childhood. His father, a generally rather flighty man of nowhere in particular, managed to jump occupations like a rat leaving a sinking ship. His mother, a writer and artist, was rarely more reliable, which left Tavin largely to fend for himself. Not that he minded. The streets of Nairobi and the surrounding cities were plenty engaging for a young boy of moderate intelligence and more than a little curiosity. Eventually, however, as Tavin grew, he began to realize just how aimless his existence had truly been. His parents, after all, were hardly adults themselves in many ways. Tavin determined to be different, and cast about for an effective means of creating a career for an engaging sixteen year old.
He settled upon Starfleet--it would take him away from Earth for just long enough to assert his independence and find a sense of purpose, and then probably just bring him straight back again. Perfect. In 2408, at 19, Tavin sat for the entrance exam to Starfleet Academy and passed. The first two years were spent relatively routinely, only to be interrupted by the Klingon War, a happening that sent him to a remote off-Earth training facility for the purposes of keeping him and the other cadets safe. It's okay. It's fine. He's cool with it.
Name of Celebrity: Trevor Noah
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 uniform felt strange against his shoulders. Maybe it was the cut--he wasn't used to the constricting lines. Maybe. He did like how it looked, though. Trim, in just the right places, and official-looking. Like he was actually going somewhere in life. He thought, briefly, about snapping a holo, sending it to his mother. Maybe dad, too. Except, of course, they'd probably not even look at it for weeks, and he'd be months into his courses before they thought to send anything back.
Good to know you're settling in, son, they'd both write. No, he'd just settle for staring at himself in the mirror for another few minutes, and then...
He was going to be late. The realization hit and he was across in the room in almost the same moment, the door barely finding time to slide open before he burst through, hitting concrete outside and gathering his feet under him. He couldn't be late. Not to fracking orientation. What happened to kids who were late? Did you get some kind of permanent black mark? Would future captains look through his record and see a giant headline: TAVIN KOTEMBE: CHRONICALLY LATE, SPECIFICALLY AND MOST ESPECIALLY TO ACADEMY ORIENTATION. That would be a drag.
He wasn't the only one who was late, at least. A slim, eerily tall girl was passing in ahead of him as he reached the orientation classroom. She glanced back at him as he slowed, trying to catch his breath, to act like he'd meant to show up late, totally, he hadn't been daydreaming about his glamorous future.... literally everybody was glancing over their shoulders at the newcomers. Him. And the girl, who was definitely too tall to be human, but had also managed to find a seat before him. And then, Tavin Kotembe's worst nightmare came true. The door opened behind him, warm California air against the back of his neck, and an icy voice said, "Cadet, feel free to find a seat. Sometime within this century, preferably."
Specifically and most especially to Academy orientation, indeed.
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Date of birth: January 2, 2389
Year of Academy Graduation: TBA
Physical Profile (height, weight, hair color, eye color, etc.): ALL ARE MANDATORY. (Height below 6'1, please.) Tavin is dark-skinned, 5'11, 168 lb, with dark hair and eyes. Probably too handsome for his own good.
Birthplace: Nairobi, Kenya
Talon or moonbase?
Preferred rank: Cadet; operations track
Department (if moonbase, why are they there?):
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: liz
How did you find us? well
Personality: Not as smooth as he thinks he is. A bit of an emotional klutz, actually, if truth be told. Not as funny as he thinks he is, either. In fact, about the only thing Tavin is good at assessing about himself is his intellectual ability. You win some, you lose some.
Background and History: Tavin was born in Nairobi, Kenya. His parents divorced three years after he was born, which led to the shuffle of moving again...and again...and again during his childhood. His father, a generally rather flighty man of nowhere in particular, managed to jump occupations like a rat leaving a sinking ship. His mother, a writer and artist, was rarely more reliable, which left Tavin largely to fend for himself. Not that he minded. The streets of Nairobi and the surrounding cities were plenty engaging for a young boy of moderate intelligence and more than a little curiosity. Eventually, however, as Tavin grew, he began to realize just how aimless his existence had truly been. His parents, after all, were hardly adults themselves in many ways. Tavin determined to be different, and cast about for an effective means of creating a career for an engaging sixteen year old.
He settled upon Starfleet--it would take him away from Earth for just long enough to assert his independence and find a sense of purpose, and then probably just bring him straight back again. Perfect. In 2408, at 19, Tavin sat for the entrance exam to Starfleet Academy and passed. The first two years were spent relatively routinely, only to be interrupted by the Klingon War, a happening that sent him to a remote off-Earth training facility for the purposes of keeping him and the other cadets safe. It's okay. It's fine. He's cool with it.
Name of Celebrity: Trevor Noah
Avatar of your chosen character (please include the link to the picture here). Your picture should be no more than 150 pixels wide:
i937.photobucket.com/albums/ad211/Liberty_94/a572fb90-c8b1-4750-99c7-8c7324b67b8a_zps61rfychs.jpg
Sample Roleplay:
The uniform felt strange against his shoulders. Maybe it was the cut--he wasn't used to the constricting lines. Maybe. He did like how it looked, though. Trim, in just the right places, and official-looking. Like he was actually going somewhere in life. He thought, briefly, about snapping a holo, sending it to his mother. Maybe dad, too. Except, of course, they'd probably not even look at it for weeks, and he'd be months into his courses before they thought to send anything back.
Good to know you're settling in, son, they'd both write. No, he'd just settle for staring at himself in the mirror for another few minutes, and then...
He was going to be late. The realization hit and he was across in the room in almost the same moment, the door barely finding time to slide open before he burst through, hitting concrete outside and gathering his feet under him. He couldn't be late. Not to fracking orientation. What happened to kids who were late? Did you get some kind of permanent black mark? Would future captains look through his record and see a giant headline: TAVIN KOTEMBE: CHRONICALLY LATE, SPECIFICALLY AND MOST ESPECIALLY TO ACADEMY ORIENTATION. That would be a drag.
He wasn't the only one who was late, at least. A slim, eerily tall girl was passing in ahead of him as he reached the orientation classroom. She glanced back at him as he slowed, trying to catch his breath, to act like he'd meant to show up late, totally, he hadn't been daydreaming about his glamorous future.... literally everybody was glancing over their shoulders at the newcomers. Him. And the girl, who was definitely too tall to be human, but had also managed to find a seat before him. And then, Tavin Kotembe's worst nightmare came true. The door opened behind him, warm California air against the back of his neck, and an icy voice said, "Cadet, feel free to find a seat. Sometime within this century, preferably."
Specifically and most especially to Academy orientation, indeed.