Post by cory on Dec 20, 2009 9:32:34 GMT -8
Character's Name: Cory Harris
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile 6', 200lb, Short dirty-blond hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, very muscular, very little body fat
Birthplace: Earth
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Security
Personality: Cory is extremely detail oriented and focused. She naturally has a competitive streak and will take on any challenge.
Background and History: In her younger years, Cory trained for the Interstellar Olympics in weight lifting, winning five years in a row for her species/weight category. After an injury forced her to retire from competition, she became a personal trainer. Remembering her travels into space for competition, she longed to be back in the stars, so she joined Starfleet Academy a bit later in life than most. Fresh out of the Academy, the USS Zephyr is her first post.
On a personal level, Cory has found it difficult to find romance, as most men feel inadequate around her. She dated another weight lifter for a while, but, after three years the relationship fell victim to his infidelity, which has left Cory vulnerable and suspicious in future relationships.
She has a normal, loving family back on Earth who support her. Her father is an industrial engineer and her mother is a data manager for a high-tech software company. As such, Cory is also well-skilled in computers.
Name of Celebrity: Optional Cory Everson
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Sample Roleplay:
"Will you just let me help," Cory said as she watched the man try and heft the box of weapons off of the pile of supplies just received in the cargo bay. "I'm fine," the man grumbled." Cory sighed, knowing he was yet another man who felt he had to outdo her. "We do have anti-grav lifts," she reminded him. He turned his head and glared at her, "I can do this."
"Fine," Cory replied, crossing her arms and leaning against a bulkhead, "don't blame me when you--" The man yelled out in pain, grabbing his lower regions. "--create a hernia," Cory finished, shaking her head. The man doubled over, dropping the cargo box. Cory squeezed her eyes shut as she heard the contents shatter. She tapped her combadge, "Ensign Cory Harris to Sickbay... mind sending a stretcher down here in Cargo Bay Two... Ensign Brown has done it again." She looked over at the man, "unless, of course, you'd like me to carry you there..." He scowled at her, "funny," he said.
She stepped around the groaning Ensign and opened up the cargo box. "Damn," she said to him, "this isn't good. You're going to be in so much--"
"Harris!"
Cory looked around. "Lieutenant," she said, "we were just--"
Her superior crossed the room quickly and looked into the box, then at Ensign Brown. "Why is this man white as a sheet?" Brown shrugged, "must be something I ate, Sir," he lied. Cory lifted an eyebrow. "Clean up this mess," the Lieutenant said to Cory, "then meet me in my office."
"Yes, Sir," she replied as he walked away. Looking down at Brown, she said, "you owe me."
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Physical Profile 6', 200lb, Short dirty-blond hair, brown eyes, tanned skin, very muscular, very little body fat
Birthplace: Earth
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department: Security
Personality: Cory is extremely detail oriented and focused. She naturally has a competitive streak and will take on any challenge.
Background and History: In her younger years, Cory trained for the Interstellar Olympics in weight lifting, winning five years in a row for her species/weight category. After an injury forced her to retire from competition, she became a personal trainer. Remembering her travels into space for competition, she longed to be back in the stars, so she joined Starfleet Academy a bit later in life than most. Fresh out of the Academy, the USS Zephyr is her first post.
On a personal level, Cory has found it difficult to find romance, as most men feel inadequate around her. She dated another weight lifter for a while, but, after three years the relationship fell victim to his infidelity, which has left Cory vulnerable and suspicious in future relationships.
She has a normal, loving family back on Earth who support her. Her father is an industrial engineer and her mother is a data manager for a high-tech software company. As such, Cory is also well-skilled in computers.
Name of Celebrity: Optional Cory Everson
If you'd like an 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:
"Will you just let me help," Cory said as she watched the man try and heft the box of weapons off of the pile of supplies just received in the cargo bay. "I'm fine," the man grumbled." Cory sighed, knowing he was yet another man who felt he had to outdo her. "We do have anti-grav lifts," she reminded him. He turned his head and glared at her, "I can do this."
"Fine," Cory replied, crossing her arms and leaning against a bulkhead, "don't blame me when you--" The man yelled out in pain, grabbing his lower regions. "--create a hernia," Cory finished, shaking her head. The man doubled over, dropping the cargo box. Cory squeezed her eyes shut as she heard the contents shatter. She tapped her combadge, "Ensign Cory Harris to Sickbay... mind sending a stretcher down here in Cargo Bay Two... Ensign Brown has done it again." She looked over at the man, "unless, of course, you'd like me to carry you there..." He scowled at her, "funny," he said.
She stepped around the groaning Ensign and opened up the cargo box. "Damn," she said to him, "this isn't good. You're going to be in so much--"
"Harris!"
Cory looked around. "Lieutenant," she said, "we were just--"
Her superior crossed the room quickly and looked into the box, then at Ensign Brown. "Why is this man white as a sheet?" Brown shrugged, "must be something I ate, Sir," he lied. Cory lifted an eyebrow. "Clean up this mess," the Lieutenant said to Cory, "then meet me in my office."
"Yes, Sir," she replied as he walked away. Looking down at Brown, she said, "you owe me."