Post by Ens. Alexei Jarl on Sept 9, 2009 23:11:51 GMT -5
OOC Name:
animikii
Years RP'ing:
5 or 6 years.
Where did you find us?:
Pointed here by UnderwaterMaiden!
Yo mama jokes:
-Admin Edit-
Character name:
Alexei Vique Jarl
Character Age:
19
Character Gender:
Female
Race:
Vorta/Chameloid, genetically engineered hybrid
Rank:
Ensign
Ship:
USS Enterprise
Division:
Operations; Weapons Engineer/Maintenance
Brief Description:
Alexei is the genetically engineered offspring/hybrid-clone of Vorta and Chameloid DNA. A trio of Chameloid smugglers spliced their own race’s DNA with a halved set of Vorta genes they… acquired through less than legal means. Their reasons remain largely unknown, even to Alexei, who was raised by the trio, smuggling with them in space until she hit her early teens and the remaining ‘parent’ decided to settle them in a colony on Luna. Alexei went in to formal schooling to clean up what ‘home schooling’ she had, and after much internal debate, decided to enlist in Starfleet and transferred to Earth.
Though she is half Chameloid, and has the ability to morph or change her appearance within any humanoid shape, Alexei does has a ‘default’ appearance, which is actually her ‘true’ face, having learned to shapeshift only after she got the hang of it. Morphing without a mirror handy is mostly guess-work, unfortunately, and wearing a shape other than her own gives Alexei serious migraines.
Slightly pale skin with dark, brown-black hair that falls just past her shoulders in various layers, and most prominently, her ‘glow in the dark’ violet eyes (which are only noticeably luminescent in the dark), are all features owing to Alexei’s Vorta DNA. Her ears are slightly elongated, slimmed back and ‘ribbed’ on the outer edge, similar to a full blooded Vorta’s, but not molded to her head like a full blood’s. Also from her Vorta blood, she gets heightened hearing but dulled eyesight, though her sight has been surgically corrected. High cheekbones, angular features, body lithe and taut, sharp and distrustful gaze. Alexei keeps herself in very good shape and flexibility, something that she’s quietly proud of.
Spending just over the first decade of her life as a tag-along smuggler, Alexei still has parts of that mentality within her. She’s openly friendly and respectful of people around her, but there’s always a lingering thought of suspicion and distrust in the background. An inner voice, of sorts, that warns her away from getting too close to others. Though she may keep her distance when it comes to emotional depth, Alexei still grins and jokes around with the rest of the crew, able to be friendly at least outwardly.
Sample post (may be recycled):
The ride was a blur of painful jostling and rowdy harassment, but Faith was only semiconscious for it all. She clearly remembered the iceling sidling up to her at some point, but couldn't pinpoint when. The retrieval team bundled her through the TNT building and tossed her into medical none too gently, leaving her to the mercy of the doctors and a few superhumans with healing abilities.
As a prisoner, they gave her a basic patch up; bullets were removed, her hip got a little treatment, her back was covered to stop the bleeding, and her ribs were wrapped tightly to prevent further damage. Unfortunately, Faith was given no painkillers and subjected to the doctors' hatefully rough movements. She drifted in and out of consciousness through a haze of pain until she was taken to the lower levels, into the domain of TNT's engineers and scientists.
The specific placement of the chains and manacles forced her to remain upright on her knees, arms locked together behind her and pulled down by her feet to make her chest arched out uncomfortably; the wounds on her back had long since reopened and re-soaked what was left of her shirt and the back of her jeans. Faith had closed her eyes in a feeble attempt at blocking out the oppressive light, but the room was blindingly white despite her efforts. She had no way of knowing it had been only an hour since she had been first placed in the room, but several since her arrival at TNT HQ.
There was a muted click across the room, and a door opened from the blank expanse of white. Faith lifted her head off her shoulder to watch an older man enter her cell, the white of the room making his hair look translucent. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he tutted, scuttling in and closing the door behind him; the old man seemed to skitter like a crab and strut like a peacock at the same time, which sent Faith's mind for a loop. "I have quite the present for you, yes I do. A special gift, for a special visitor. My mistress's invention, oh yes, her clever, clever invention."
The white-haired scientist shuffled closer and Faith tracked him with exhausted eye; despite her fatigue, she had been unwilling to sleep while in the hands of the enemy. The old man took advantage of this to quickly slip a black, metal, choker contraption around her neck, snapping it on with an ominous click. "Yes, very nice, I told her it would be wasted on a male, had to wait a while for a woman to be brought in, you not even being an adult yet but good enough, I suppose," he rambled, stepping back to admire his handiwork. He stayed for a minute longer, spouting praises for his work of art and his mistress's evil idea, before abruptly glancing at his watch and whirling out the door.
Faith watched him go silently, eyes locked on the frail body until it was out of sight.
***
It took Faith a while to realize what was happing. She had a right to be pissed, but that wasn't how her wind worked; the redhead stored that anger, nursing it until it was cold enough to burn, and thinking about revenge. It took an hour or so until she figured out that her thoughts were not normal. The teen screamed her anger, desperately trying to break down the walls that had formed in her mind, numbing her emotions. She screamed and screamed and screamed until she lost her voice, but it was inevitable.
***
An hour after that, the old man came back. He came in carefully, sensing the weight in the cold eyes that watched him, but was whooping in triumph before long. "Yesss, look at that gaze! Those eyes! Emotionless as a blank slate and sharper than a knife! I - we - have created the perfect weapon! Ruthless and emotionless, yet absolutely obedient and compliant to our wishes." He did a strange little victory dance around the room before excitedly releasing Faith from her chains.
She stood slowly, rotating her shoulders to work the kinks out of her back and feeling the blood crusted on her back crack and flake. Her previously dark, stormy gray eyes were hard and sharp, the silver color of a blade and striking to see against her pale skin. The teen focused her sense around the collar she had been fitted with; it looked like two rows of fine, black-steel chain, with a small cross dangling from the center in a dense metal the color of jade. Though it looked like more of a choker necklace than a collar, there was still good heft and weight to it, snug against her throat.
The scientist had stopped blabbering and was giving Faith a look she didn't like. "Kneel," he said suddenly, and the redhead gracefully fell to one knee before she even processed the thought. "Yes, you are mine now. Mistress said I could keep you if it worked. That was another reason I wanted a woman; you're young, but you'll learn quick," the man muttered, eyes alight on the teen in a way she had seen many times before on the streets.
Faith surged upwards in a single smooth stride, fluidly smashing her open palm into the scientist's nose and driving the bones and cartilage into his brain. The man wheezed once and toppled over, dead almost instantly.
The door clicked open again and the redhead whirled, ready to strike again. "Stand down," a woman snapped sharply, and Faith compliantly came to rest with her arms loose at her sides. A tall, strikingly blonde woman stood in the doorway, leaving the door open as she appraised the teen. "These are your standing orders, continuously in place unless explicitly counteracted: obedience to all TNT officers; no purposeful killing or serious injuring of TNT staff; when asked a question, you will respond truthfully and answer as completely as you can; when given an order, you are to follow it to the best of your ability, stopping short of suicide unless explicitly ordered to sacrifice your life for the mission."
The woman stopped for a moment, glancing at the dead man on the floor for a moment in consideration. "I appreciate your use of force on this one, but such acts will no longer be tolerated. You will follow orders given to you by TNT officers and mission controllers unless it contradicts an order I've given you. The only person that can counteract my orders is Commander Elyse, which you will rarely see." There was a few moments of silence as Faith absorbed this, knife-steel eyes locked with the woman's unnaturally vivid green gaze.
"I believe that is all," the woman said, stiletto heels clicking on the floor. "I've barely had to work with that Adams character since he was recruited, and I already knew I didn't want a subject like that. Still, you will be rooming with him on one of the upper floors. You are forbidden from killing, maiming, or seriously injuring him to the point where he is unable to take on missions, but don't feel like you have to be gentle with him."
The blonde woman flipped her hair over one shoulder and looked at Faith over the rim of her glasses. "And really, go back to the medical ward and get your injuries looked at properly. I don't expect you'll have any difficulties, but tell them Doctor Korolov sent you."
~*~
NOTES: Some extra notes since I couldn’t find a better place to put these bits… Genetic splicing is the only possibly way to include Vorta DNA into any other species’ because Vorta don’t reproduce sexually; they use cloning and splicing technology instead. As for her Chameloid abilities, I’m not planning on using them very often. When morphed into a replica of someone else, she can fool retina, fingerprint, (and with some extra effort) voice scans, but NOT any kind of DNA scan.
I’m completely prepared to accept compromises or changes to her abilities/race(s) as well. Also, being accepted into Starfleet and going through the academy, would it be possible to hide the fact that she’s part shapeshifter, or would they have some way of determining that?
And I can also provide a different rp sample if this one sounds too fic-ish for you, or give the link to the rp itself.
animikii
Years RP'ing:
5 or 6 years.
Where did you find us?:
Pointed here by UnderwaterMaiden!
Yo mama jokes:
-Admin Edit-
Character name:
Alexei Vique Jarl
Character Age:
19
Character Gender:
Female
Race:
Vorta/Chameloid, genetically engineered hybrid
Rank:
Ensign
Ship:
USS Enterprise
Division:
Operations; Weapons Engineer/Maintenance
Brief Description:
Alexei is the genetically engineered offspring/hybrid-clone of Vorta and Chameloid DNA. A trio of Chameloid smugglers spliced their own race’s DNA with a halved set of Vorta genes they… acquired through less than legal means. Their reasons remain largely unknown, even to Alexei, who was raised by the trio, smuggling with them in space until she hit her early teens and the remaining ‘parent’ decided to settle them in a colony on Luna. Alexei went in to formal schooling to clean up what ‘home schooling’ she had, and after much internal debate, decided to enlist in Starfleet and transferred to Earth.
Though she is half Chameloid, and has the ability to morph or change her appearance within any humanoid shape, Alexei does has a ‘default’ appearance, which is actually her ‘true’ face, having learned to shapeshift only after she got the hang of it. Morphing without a mirror handy is mostly guess-work, unfortunately, and wearing a shape other than her own gives Alexei serious migraines.
Slightly pale skin with dark, brown-black hair that falls just past her shoulders in various layers, and most prominently, her ‘glow in the dark’ violet eyes (which are only noticeably luminescent in the dark), are all features owing to Alexei’s Vorta DNA. Her ears are slightly elongated, slimmed back and ‘ribbed’ on the outer edge, similar to a full blooded Vorta’s, but not molded to her head like a full blood’s. Also from her Vorta blood, she gets heightened hearing but dulled eyesight, though her sight has been surgically corrected. High cheekbones, angular features, body lithe and taut, sharp and distrustful gaze. Alexei keeps herself in very good shape and flexibility, something that she’s quietly proud of.
Spending just over the first decade of her life as a tag-along smuggler, Alexei still has parts of that mentality within her. She’s openly friendly and respectful of people around her, but there’s always a lingering thought of suspicion and distrust in the background. An inner voice, of sorts, that warns her away from getting too close to others. Though she may keep her distance when it comes to emotional depth, Alexei still grins and jokes around with the rest of the crew, able to be friendly at least outwardly.
Sample post (may be recycled):
The ride was a blur of painful jostling and rowdy harassment, but Faith was only semiconscious for it all. She clearly remembered the iceling sidling up to her at some point, but couldn't pinpoint when. The retrieval team bundled her through the TNT building and tossed her into medical none too gently, leaving her to the mercy of the doctors and a few superhumans with healing abilities.
As a prisoner, they gave her a basic patch up; bullets were removed, her hip got a little treatment, her back was covered to stop the bleeding, and her ribs were wrapped tightly to prevent further damage. Unfortunately, Faith was given no painkillers and subjected to the doctors' hatefully rough movements. She drifted in and out of consciousness through a haze of pain until she was taken to the lower levels, into the domain of TNT's engineers and scientists.
The specific placement of the chains and manacles forced her to remain upright on her knees, arms locked together behind her and pulled down by her feet to make her chest arched out uncomfortably; the wounds on her back had long since reopened and re-soaked what was left of her shirt and the back of her jeans. Faith had closed her eyes in a feeble attempt at blocking out the oppressive light, but the room was blindingly white despite her efforts. She had no way of knowing it had been only an hour since she had been first placed in the room, but several since her arrival at TNT HQ.
There was a muted click across the room, and a door opened from the blank expanse of white. Faith lifted her head off her shoulder to watch an older man enter her cell, the white of the room making his hair look translucent. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" he tutted, scuttling in and closing the door behind him; the old man seemed to skitter like a crab and strut like a peacock at the same time, which sent Faith's mind for a loop. "I have quite the present for you, yes I do. A special gift, for a special visitor. My mistress's invention, oh yes, her clever, clever invention."
The white-haired scientist shuffled closer and Faith tracked him with exhausted eye; despite her fatigue, she had been unwilling to sleep while in the hands of the enemy. The old man took advantage of this to quickly slip a black, metal, choker contraption around her neck, snapping it on with an ominous click. "Yes, very nice, I told her it would be wasted on a male, had to wait a while for a woman to be brought in, you not even being an adult yet but good enough, I suppose," he rambled, stepping back to admire his handiwork. He stayed for a minute longer, spouting praises for his work of art and his mistress's evil idea, before abruptly glancing at his watch and whirling out the door.
Faith watched him go silently, eyes locked on the frail body until it was out of sight.
***
It took Faith a while to realize what was happing. She had a right to be pissed, but that wasn't how her wind worked; the redhead stored that anger, nursing it until it was cold enough to burn, and thinking about revenge. It took an hour or so until she figured out that her thoughts were not normal. The teen screamed her anger, desperately trying to break down the walls that had formed in her mind, numbing her emotions. She screamed and screamed and screamed until she lost her voice, but it was inevitable.
***
An hour after that, the old man came back. He came in carefully, sensing the weight in the cold eyes that watched him, but was whooping in triumph before long. "Yesss, look at that gaze! Those eyes! Emotionless as a blank slate and sharper than a knife! I - we - have created the perfect weapon! Ruthless and emotionless, yet absolutely obedient and compliant to our wishes." He did a strange little victory dance around the room before excitedly releasing Faith from her chains.
She stood slowly, rotating her shoulders to work the kinks out of her back and feeling the blood crusted on her back crack and flake. Her previously dark, stormy gray eyes were hard and sharp, the silver color of a blade and striking to see against her pale skin. The teen focused her sense around the collar she had been fitted with; it looked like two rows of fine, black-steel chain, with a small cross dangling from the center in a dense metal the color of jade. Though it looked like more of a choker necklace than a collar, there was still good heft and weight to it, snug against her throat.
The scientist had stopped blabbering and was giving Faith a look she didn't like. "Kneel," he said suddenly, and the redhead gracefully fell to one knee before she even processed the thought. "Yes, you are mine now. Mistress said I could keep you if it worked. That was another reason I wanted a woman; you're young, but you'll learn quick," the man muttered, eyes alight on the teen in a way she had seen many times before on the streets.
Faith surged upwards in a single smooth stride, fluidly smashing her open palm into the scientist's nose and driving the bones and cartilage into his brain. The man wheezed once and toppled over, dead almost instantly.
The door clicked open again and the redhead whirled, ready to strike again. "Stand down," a woman snapped sharply, and Faith compliantly came to rest with her arms loose at her sides. A tall, strikingly blonde woman stood in the doorway, leaving the door open as she appraised the teen. "These are your standing orders, continuously in place unless explicitly counteracted: obedience to all TNT officers; no purposeful killing or serious injuring of TNT staff; when asked a question, you will respond truthfully and answer as completely as you can; when given an order, you are to follow it to the best of your ability, stopping short of suicide unless explicitly ordered to sacrifice your life for the mission."
The woman stopped for a moment, glancing at the dead man on the floor for a moment in consideration. "I appreciate your use of force on this one, but such acts will no longer be tolerated. You will follow orders given to you by TNT officers and mission controllers unless it contradicts an order I've given you. The only person that can counteract my orders is Commander Elyse, which you will rarely see." There was a few moments of silence as Faith absorbed this, knife-steel eyes locked with the woman's unnaturally vivid green gaze.
"I believe that is all," the woman said, stiletto heels clicking on the floor. "I've barely had to work with that Adams character since he was recruited, and I already knew I didn't want a subject like that. Still, you will be rooming with him on one of the upper floors. You are forbidden from killing, maiming, or seriously injuring him to the point where he is unable to take on missions, but don't feel like you have to be gentle with him."
The blonde woman flipped her hair over one shoulder and looked at Faith over the rim of her glasses. "And really, go back to the medical ward and get your injuries looked at properly. I don't expect you'll have any difficulties, but tell them Doctor Korolov sent you."
~*~
NOTES: Some extra notes since I couldn’t find a better place to put these bits… Genetic splicing is the only possibly way to include Vorta DNA into any other species’ because Vorta don’t reproduce sexually; they use cloning and splicing technology instead. As for her Chameloid abilities, I’m not planning on using them very often. When morphed into a replica of someone else, she can fool retina, fingerprint, (and with some extra effort) voice scans, but NOT any kind of DNA scan.
I’m completely prepared to accept compromises or changes to her abilities/race(s) as well. Also, being accepted into Starfleet and going through the academy, would it be possible to hide the fact that she’s part shapeshifter, or would they have some way of determining that?
And I can also provide a different rp sample if this one sounds too fic-ish for you, or give the link to the rp itself.
