Post by Ensign Tsalea on May 18, 2009 17:13:48 GMT -5
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Name: Tsalea
Aliases: None
Age: 25
Affiliation: Starfleet
Personality: Tsalea is mostly reserved when on duty. If she has a task to do all of her effort is put into that and it is very easy to forget she is even there which has led to her startling quite a few of her co-workers. She has a very dry wit and her humor can be termed as mainly sarcastic in nature. She takes great offense to being called not Vulcan enough due to her father's mixed heritage, and has since given up on trying to be perfectly logical, instead allowing small shows of emotion and no longer feeling ashamed by it. The issue of her blood is also the one subject that can truly bring her to anger.
Species: Vulcan
Physical Description: Tsalea is most notably a long-distance runner and is built that way with a willowy frame and usually keeps her dark curls pulled up in a bun so none of it gets in her way while she is working. She has caught her hair in a plasma cutter enough times to have learned that the hard way. Her skin holds the typical soft greenish tinge from her Vulcan blood.
Model Claim:[\b] Cristina Scabbia
Division: Engineering. Specializing in warp core mechanics.
Rank: Ensign
Ship: Enterprise
History: Tsalea was born on Vulcan but spent very little time there as her Father and mother were both active members of Starfleet serving aboard the science vessel Renaissance. That’s where she grew up and most of what she knows. Up until the age of ten she was raised Vulcan, but liberally as her mother and father, who was a half breed, wanted her to understand her roots and where she came from. At the same time there was also the understanding that she would never be fully accepted into Vulcan society because of her father’s human blood. Her paternal grandfather was a human and hailed as a brilliant scientist, which was how he caught the eye of her grandmother, whom she was named after.
Her parents never made her shy fully away from emotions, but did teach her how to be reserved and that keeping a cool head at all times was a much better answer as opposed to letting the situation take control.
From an early age, Tsalea displayed an affinity for engineering as opposed to the studies her parents did. Geology and microbiology never interested her as much as learning the intricacies of warp propulsion. She was often found tagging along after the ship’s Chief Engineer asking him rapid fire tech questions about everything from dilithium composition to nacelle placement and plasma leaks. Her parents knew Starfleet was the place for her and they could not have been prouder when she agreed whole-heartedly.
It was then her studies took on a whole new level of difficulty. Instead of her quizzing the elders on thee ship it turned into them asking her questions and teaching her how to use the ship’s interfaces. She was even allowed to dock the ship once with the helmsman’s close observation of course. She soaked this all up much like a sponge and was soon ready to take her entrance exams.
Her years at Starfleet Academy were spent in study, with her taking advantage of having such knowledge at her fingertips. She was often found in the library downloading large amounts of information for perusal later in her quarters. Her Advanced Engineering professor called her “extremely proficient” and complemented her on how quickly she was able to control a simulated core breach during a drill.
She never stood out in her other classes, but she made grades which kept her in the top fifth percentile across the board. Until her third year when a student made the wrong comment calling her a mutt, she had drown very little attention to herself, preferring to study as opposed to getting involved in the petty machinations of the other students. That however caused her to snap and her perfectly clean record was marred by disciplinary action resulting from her nearly beating the other student to death.
After that she fell in with a rowdy group of friends, no longer seeming to care about making the perfect impression. Her work as the Academy was still exemplary, but no longer was she content to blend into the background. Many of her friends were the adrenaline-junkies such as pilots and tactical ops. Her dry sense of humor developed over this time as well.
Upon reaching her final year at the Academy she had her sight set on one goal. The Enterprise. Her grades were right, her career mostly clean, so she was sure she could get the nod to go where she wanted. She had heard their Chief Engineer was one hell of a talent and that’s the sort of person she wanted to work with.
Sample Post: She had a steady pace set up as she ran along the garden paths at Starfleet Academy in the early hours of the morning. The sun was just starting to come up and the birds were singing softly. All of this infused a sense of calm into her that kept her into a slightly more sedate pace than normal as she jogged along. Her lean form was clad in a simple pair of deep green jogging pants and tank top, with white stripes running down the sides. Her tennis shoes made very soft thuds as they hit the smooth concrete path beneath her and her raven hair was pulled back in a tail that shifted across her back with each step. Jogging was her time to think, and when she could also clear her head almost as though she were meditating while moving.
She could work out the more complex computations while she was moving like this, and many of her best study sessions had taken place while she was running in the morning, mostly with a set of ear buds in, listening to lectures she had recorded from her professors. It was perfect for her and prepared her for class. She’d never been able to sit long enough to meditate and her mother had long since told her to do what worked for her. And well, this is what worked. Of course sometimes she would end up running marathon length laps throughout the gardens, before she had the answers she wanted, but that didn’t bother her. It kept her in prime shape.
Right now she was perfectly content to just run and listen to the soft birdsong. Graduation had already happened and she was processing what her future held. Hopefully when she returned to her quarters she’d have the message that told her she’d been given her assignment aboard the Enterprise.
All of a sudden she thought to glance down and just in time too as there was a wire across the path. Jumping over it and stopping on the other side to kneel down and investigate it, a slight scrunching of her face was all that evidenced her confusion. Had someone set a trap? It would appear so and before she could reach out and tug the wire movement behind her caused her to whip around just in time to be doused with a good ten gallons of ice water.
Yelping and sputtering in shock, she stood looking at four of her closest friends. Blackwell and Mason, both pilots, Rek’ta, an Andorrian weapons specialist, and Wiseman, another engineer. The look she was giving them must have been hilarious, because they were all laughing at her state. She herself was not quite amused, bordering on extremely annoyed. “What was that for? Where is the logic in dousing someone with a copious amount of ice water?”
Blackwell grinned even wider. “It’s something we found in the archives that used to happen here on Earth when a football team won a game. They would douse the coach in ice water to celebrate.” Her brow arched higher.
“I always knew you humans made absolutely no sense.” She quipped in a dry tone. “So why me? What are we supposed to be…celebrating?” She crossed her arms over her chest, making a slight face at ho soaked her tank top was at that point. Wet and cold to be exact.
“You got your assignment! You’re going to the Enterprise!” Mason practically pounced her in her exuberance. “You leave in a week.”
“Well that’s very good and all, but how do you all know before I even do..?” She eyed each of them suspiciously. She didn’t mind them knowing, but it was odd to her that they knew and she didn’t unless…
“We…ummm…” Wiseman began. “Hackedintoyourmailaccount.” And just like that the four of them scattered, leaving her there rubbing her forehead and shaking with silent laughter.
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