Charlotte Juniper Rousseau

[Ensign Rousseau]

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Name: Charlotte Juniper Rousseau

Aliases: Charlie

Age: Twenty-two

Affiliation: Starfleet

Personality: Charlotte has always been the quiet genius. She has always sat back and watched the world socialize while she studies dutifully. She's a work-a-holic and obsessive compulsive. She spends every second of every day trying to reach her goals with ardent vigor. She's incredibly dedicated and determined and she never gives up on anything she starts, no matter how hard the task may be. She's totally reclusive, though not for lack of the ability to communicate. She chooses to be alone despite her wit, cleverness, and wickedly sarcastic tongue. She has a fire and passion within her that shows itself at the rarest of moments. She is, in other words, a lion disguised as a lamb. As small as she is, she has a bite whose venom will not abate without much work. However, she is also a goody two shoes. She's always does everything she's ever been told to do. She's sick of it and part of her wants to break free of the status quo and be reckless for once in her life.

Species: Human

Physical Description:



Division: Training Division

Rank: Ensign (weaponry and flight tactics)

Ship: USS Enterprise

History:

Star date: 2235. Doctors and midwives scrambled haphazardly around the screaming woman whose dark tendrils were plastered to her sweating face. The muscles in her hands contracted, her thin fingers looking more bony and emaciated than they usually did. While a powerful squeal, the contraction passed and her dark head lolled back in relief. A tall redheaded man stood next to her, dabbing gently at her slick cheeks and forehead.

"Next time..." Belladonna whispered to her husband, gripping his arm ruthlessly like only a highly pregnant woman in labor could. "...next time, you give birth to the baby." She cried out as another contraction began and one of the midwives cried out that it was time. Within minutes, Charlotte Juniper Rousseau was born in the middle of bustling a New York City hospital.

Since birth, Charlotte was somewhat of a child prodigy. She was incredibly clever and she had a knack for outsmarting whatever bully threatened to harm her small body. She was also unusually small and so she was often belittled for her size. Since her childhood she's grown into true form but she still looks quite young for her age, despite the fact that her brain is miles ahead of her time. Her mother Belladonna often told her that she was always older than Bella had ever been.

Nicholas Rousseau, Charlie's father divorced Belladonna a few years after Charlie's birth. He was a good man, really and truly, but families were not his thin and never had been whereas Bella was incredibly family oriented for she spent much of her time with her younger brother Jess and their father Victor. Never the less, Charlie has constantly begrudged his absence from her life. Even almost two decades later she hasn't forgiven him for leaving her fatherless.

As she got older, her genius began to emerge more and more. She was an incredibly adventurous child, albeit a bit quiet. Like many geniuses, Charlie was notorious for being brilliant but also anti-social. She CHOSE to stand alone aside from her mother. She spent hours of her time up in trees trying to figure out why the limbs twisted the way they did and what caused the grooves in the bark. She tinkered with every toy she was given. Instead of playing with it she wanted to learn how it worked and why it worked that way. Ultimately, this curiosity was for a single goal: the greater she understood the how, the better she could use it.

She was an otherwise obedient child. She always did her homework, always did her chores and was always there to support Bella when she felt she might break. If anything, Charlie had long been far more mature than her mother had ever been. Whereas Bella had always been a bubbly vivacious woman, Charlie had been a stoic and contemplative child. It was not that she was unfriendly or mean, she just kept to herself. She liked it that way. At least, until she got older.

Loneliness hit her when she turned fifteen. She felt contained by the stench of NYC streets and the towers shading her from seeing the stars. Since she was very small, she dreamed of being part of the galaxy above, to reach that freedom that she had never been able to achieve in the confines of a big city. For once she wanted no noise or crowds. She wanted to be part of something bigger.

She also wanted to be part of a team. She wanted to feel needed. At this point she spent a majority of her time studying for she wished to join Starfleet. She wanted to join the ranks desperately to get out of the lifelong rut she'd been in. She hadn't been challenged on earth and she hoped that might change given that she reached for the stars (pardon the corny joke). Starfleet would give her the purpose she desperately needed. And so, at eighteen, without her mother's consent, she enlisted.

Bella was furious and for the first time in Charlie's life she was assaulted with maternal fury. But it didn't matter. Charlotte was decided and no matter how big of a tantrum Bella had, Charlotte was off to the academy.

Charlotte was a math and science genius but when she reached the academy, no matter how much her instructors encouraged her to take on more specialized skills in medical care or engineering, Charlie remained adamant on becoming an adequate pilot and weapons expert. She dissected equipment and put it back together like only a true engineer could but after doing so she knew just how to use it to its best advantage. Applying the principles she's learned about was a completely different prospect altogether, but she welcomed this challenge as opposed to the easy job of being an engineer or doctor.

Secretly, beyond her quiet stoicism and sarcasm, she wanted excitement. She wanted a thrill unlike any other.

As small as she'd always been, many of the cadets (particularly the male ones) looked down upon her. She was seen as a weak link physically. This particular notion was not something she was about to put up with and thus she worked even more rigorously to increase her skills in combat and the use of weapons. She'd always been a tough girl, but she was determined to show up every man or woman who tried to challenge her. She was an overachiever as well as obsessive compulsive.

She was doomed forever to seek what seemed eternally impossible. If she'd chosen the path of engineer she would have been on a ship three years earlier, but she didn't. She chose instead to remain a cadet until she could take rank as an ensign. Charlotte was never one to take the easy way out.

She joined the crew of the Enterprise as a first class cadet and has since graduated to ensign under the pretense of studying weaponry and flight tactics. In order to achieve her dream of falling away with the stars she craved to be a pilot so she might fly off on her own and disappear into the abyss that is space, if only for a little while.



Sample Post:

"Oh, damn!" Charlotte cursed as she threw her hair up into a ponytail hastily, smoothing out her slightly wrinkled uniform. Note to self: it's probably a good idea to wash your uniform before returning to your second day as an ensign. Did they give demerit's in Starfleet. She thought they probably did and she couldn't risk such blasphemy happening to her. She had a reputation as well as a future to uphold. She refused to acknowledge the obsessive drive she had towards achieving her goals. Some said it was unhealthy. Charlie said is was the only thing keeping her alive.

The sad part was, this was more or less true.

Back on earth, Nicholas had once given her an ancient revolver. It had to be a century old but he'd taken her out to the very edges of New Jersey and taught her to shoot it. She'd only been twelve, but the lessons were still well drummed into her very limbs. She'd found that if you could aim and hit perfectly with something as violently powerful as a revolver, a phase pistol would be no problem whatsoever. And she'd been right. Nevertheless, she trained for hours each day to hone her skills and keep them in tip top shape. She couldn't risk allowing her vigilance to fall through the cracks, not even for a moment.

On the ship there was a small range in some of the decks below the quarters. Pocketing her favorite weapons, she proceeded through the automatic door to her quarters and down the decks to the range.

There were a few other cadets practicing their shooting. Things had been relatively calm in the galaxy as of late: no lightning, no black holes, no destroyed planets. All in all, it was a good week. Lame. Ignoring the people around her, Charlotte moved between one of the stalls and slammed her hand down on the button to move the target back all the way to the far end of the room. The machine whirred lightly and the door-sized screen in front of her hummed with life. She pulled out the phase pistol and aimed with clinical accuracy...

She pulled the trigger and a beam of concentrated red light snapped from the pistol to smack dab in the center of the target. Eyes narrowing, she examined the target from afar, her glare becoming more and more pronounced by the second. Mentally she was scolding herself. "Too far to the left." She grunted and lifted the pistol again to fire.

This continued for several minutes before finally she gave up. Sweat beaded down her forehead, so concentrated was she on maintaining perfect control over the weapon in her hands. She was very aware that her compulsive tendencies were not healthy but she didn't seem to care. Her determination could not be deterred by anything, not even fatigue.

"Rousseau. Lunch time. Take a break, kid, you're going to kill yourself if you keep this up." She looked back at the officer leaning against the wall behind her. She lowered her weapon and rolled her eyes at him, untangling her fingers from the trigger as she turned away from him.

"I wouldn't have it any other way, sir." She replied, wiping away the sweat from her head with the back of her hand.

[Admiral Archer]

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