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Character's Name: Noa Windsor
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Date of birth: 2389
Birthplace: London, Earth
Year of Academy Graduation:2409
Talon, DS10, or RTF? Talon
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Medical (Medic)
Are you new to the forum? Yes
How did you find us? Proboards Browsing
Physical Profile: 5'10", 170 lbs, slim, dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, often serene, but not necessarily fading into the background.
Personality: Quiet, focused, intelligent and kind, Noa has the bedside manner down. What he does not have is experience or confidence. Noa keeps largely to himself and his studies, though he has made a friend or two among the late shift crew. This may give him an air of aloofness, but his empathic eyes and calm tone dispell any myths of self-importance. Noa is also a strict rule-follower, and a legacy medic - living in the shadow of the famous Windsor medics and surgeons of generations passed.
Background and History:
Nora Windsor, Noa's mother, is a surgeon of vast renown, currently stationed at DS9.
Nathanielle Windsor, Noa's uncle, serves as Chief Medical Officer aboard the USS Bastille.
Phillipe Windsor, Noa's grandfather, is Captain of the Colfax Medical Research Vessel.
These are just three of the more accomplished Windsors, and Noa's closest of kin. They set the standard for the family, and one that Noa finds positively daunting to follow, let alone hope to ever reach one day.
From a very early age, all of the Windsor children are tirelessly groomed and shaped to become the next generation of award-winning, record-setting, field-changing doctors and nurses, surgeons and professors. And Noa was no exception. After his regular school day would end, he and his siblings would begin the Windsor Academy, as the family so lovingly called it. Noa proved to be particularly adept at emergency medicine and triage; he finished Gray's Anatomy by nine; he stitched his first wound at the age of twelve, under the tutelage of his aunt Florence, a civilian Nurse; and, he was a volunteer EMT while most teens his age were out carousing and enjoying their last days of youth.
The Windsor estates were quite extensive in London, and truly run like a small university at times. Noa was expected to be seen, not heard, well-read, polite and, above all else, useful. He rarely took stock of his unique situation, though he had to admit he enjoyed being recognized as his mother's son.
By the time he entered Starfleet Academy - with one cousin and his older sister Avalynn alongside him - Noa was far in advance of most of his peers. His pension for following Starfleet rules and regulations to the tee also earned him some credit among the faculty, but also scorn among his fellow cadets.
Not surprisingly, Noa graduated early, at the head of his class, and practically chose his own Commission. He joined the Talon after their most recent stay at DS10, with plans to continue his higher education aboard ship, but secretly much more interested in his medic work on the front lines than any of the higher callings of research, surgery or the like.
The family sent fair warning to Captain Monroe that Noa was not to be unduly endangered in any way while in his care, nor penalized for his family connections. And, clearly, they had the clout to back up their demands. Yet, at the same time, what the family does not know won't hurt them, and every Windsor cub had to venture from the den at some point.
Name of Celebrity: Dylan Minette
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Sample Roleplay:
"Ensign Windsor reporting for duty," Noa said as he stepped over what appeared to be a sword of all things. The grass and surrounding shrubs would have been nice, reminiscent of the gardens back home, were it not for the blood splattered across the greenery.
"Oh get on with it, Ensign," the Lieutenant--Umber--mumbled around the stick clenched between his teeth. Sweat beaded his brow, and his odd costume was tattered and torn, but he seemed in focus, and obviously determined to get back to the holonovel.
With a gentle nod, Noa lowered himself to his knees next to the LT. He could almost smell the battle that had occurred on this hill, the loss of life. The blood was all holographic, but Umber had taken a nasty spill while leading that battle. Noa could feel the ball of the shoulder protruding forward. "Now, brace yourself, Sir," he warned, "It is definitely dislocated. And, I'm afraid it's going to hurt a lot more before it feels better..."
"I'll be fine," Umber lied around his twig.
Noa grabbed the man's arm, carefully placed one foot against his ribs, and slowly, very slowly, started to pull...
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Date of birth: 2389
Birthplace: London, Earth
Year of Academy Graduation:2409
Talon, DS10, or RTF? Talon
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Medical (Medic)
Are you new to the forum? Yes
How did you find us? Proboards Browsing
Physical Profile: 5'10", 170 lbs, slim, dark brown hair, pale blue eyes, often serene, but not necessarily fading into the background.
Personality: Quiet, focused, intelligent and kind, Noa has the bedside manner down. What he does not have is experience or confidence. Noa keeps largely to himself and his studies, though he has made a friend or two among the late shift crew. This may give him an air of aloofness, but his empathic eyes and calm tone dispell any myths of self-importance. Noa is also a strict rule-follower, and a legacy medic - living in the shadow of the famous Windsor medics and surgeons of generations passed.
Background and History:
Nora Windsor, Noa's mother, is a surgeon of vast renown, currently stationed at DS9.
Nathanielle Windsor, Noa's uncle, serves as Chief Medical Officer aboard the USS Bastille.
Phillipe Windsor, Noa's grandfather, is Captain of the Colfax Medical Research Vessel.
These are just three of the more accomplished Windsors, and Noa's closest of kin. They set the standard for the family, and one that Noa finds positively daunting to follow, let alone hope to ever reach one day.
From a very early age, all of the Windsor children are tirelessly groomed and shaped to become the next generation of award-winning, record-setting, field-changing doctors and nurses, surgeons and professors. And Noa was no exception. After his regular school day would end, he and his siblings would begin the Windsor Academy, as the family so lovingly called it. Noa proved to be particularly adept at emergency medicine and triage; he finished Gray's Anatomy by nine; he stitched his first wound at the age of twelve, under the tutelage of his aunt Florence, a civilian Nurse; and, he was a volunteer EMT while most teens his age were out carousing and enjoying their last days of youth.
The Windsor estates were quite extensive in London, and truly run like a small university at times. Noa was expected to be seen, not heard, well-read, polite and, above all else, useful. He rarely took stock of his unique situation, though he had to admit he enjoyed being recognized as his mother's son.
By the time he entered Starfleet Academy - with one cousin and his older sister Avalynn alongside him - Noa was far in advance of most of his peers. His pension for following Starfleet rules and regulations to the tee also earned him some credit among the faculty, but also scorn among his fellow cadets.
Not surprisingly, Noa graduated early, at the head of his class, and practically chose his own Commission. He joined the Talon after their most recent stay at DS10, with plans to continue his higher education aboard ship, but secretly much more interested in his medic work on the front lines than any of the higher callings of research, surgery or the like.
The family sent fair warning to Captain Monroe that Noa was not to be unduly endangered in any way while in his care, nor penalized for his family connections. And, clearly, they had the clout to back up their demands. Yet, at the same time, what the family does not know won't hurt them, and every Windsor cub had to venture from the den at some point.
Name of Celebrity: Dylan Minette
Avatar of your chosen character:
Sample Roleplay:
"Ensign Windsor reporting for duty," Noa said as he stepped over what appeared to be a sword of all things. The grass and surrounding shrubs would have been nice, reminiscent of the gardens back home, were it not for the blood splattered across the greenery.
"Oh get on with it, Ensign," the Lieutenant--Umber--mumbled around the stick clenched between his teeth. Sweat beaded his brow, and his odd costume was tattered and torn, but he seemed in focus, and obviously determined to get back to the holonovel.
With a gentle nod, Noa lowered himself to his knees next to the LT. He could almost smell the battle that had occurred on this hill, the loss of life. The blood was all holographic, but Umber had taken a nasty spill while leading that battle. Noa could feel the ball of the shoulder protruding forward. "Now, brace yourself, Sir," he warned, "It is definitely dislocated. And, I'm afraid it's going to hurt a lot more before it feels better..."
"I'll be fine," Umber lied around his twig.
Noa grabbed the man's arm, carefully placed one foot against his ribs, and slowly, very slowly, started to pull...