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Post by Ensign Chrystal Paxson on Aug 28, 2009 10:16:04 GMT -5
OOC Name: UnderwaterMaiden Years RP'ing: Around four Where did you find us?: My good friend, Counterklock. Yo mama jokes: don’t work on Spock
Character name: Chrystal Paxson Character Age: 20 Character Gender: Female Race: Human Rank: Ensign Ship: USS Enterprise Division: Sciences/Medical Brief Description: Crystals are supposedly beautiful gems, but Chrystal hasn’t thought of herself that way in a long time. Her auburn hair sports tight curls cascading down to her shoulders, her eyes a clear blue. She’s also shorter than most, but she likes her height. It makes her feel… feminine. She’s rather insecure about her weight, though, but she’s always been a little round, and that’s probably why. Despite that, she keeps her chin high, working with injured and sick crew, never letting a sad face show through, because that’s just the type of person she is.
Brought up in a good, normal home, in a smaller town, she’s quite plain in that sense. Of course, her family wasn’t without conflict; her mother and father argued about whether or not another child would be welcome in their family of three. While her mother was passionate and had her heart set on a baby boy to complete their family, Chrystal’s father disagreed and said that it would hinder their only child’s education. Chrystal only wanted them to settle on an opinion, and when they would try to get her to take sides she would sit on the fence. It was unfair to try to help one and not the other. In the end, her mother did not get her wish and Chrystal remained an only child.
Although Chrystal is a bit quiet, she managed to get herself onto the USS Enterprise. After spending four years in Starfleet Academy studying biology, chemistry, anatomy, and some advanced medical courses, she was assigned to the Enterprise, as it needed another medic to help sustain it’s large crew. McCoy became a valued partner, an experienced doctor, a teacher, a friend.
She gets along with everyone, or tries to, in the least. When fights or arguments start, she will apologize, whether it’s her fault or not. She does not like conflict of any sort. She has a very good impression of the crew and it’s captain and would rather keep everything very friendly and, in her words, ‘make relationships that are workable’.
Of course, this girl has ambitions and dreams of her own. She’s often found to be drifting off into daydreams while staring at the opposite wall, when she’s not busy tending to patients or helping McCoy. That being said, she’s passionate about her work and making her patients feel better as well as possible. She often reorganizes the medical cupboards and shelves to the point where her superiors become annoyed. Of course, they can’t be angry with her for long.
Of course, there is a point where all Chrystal’s good qualities do nothing for her. She can be so sweet and humble to the point that it’s annoying, and she is quite unaware of that. She likes doing little random acts of kindness about the ship, but after a while everyone realized who was doing it. When she was confronted about it she would tell them the truth but ask that they told no one, even though that fact was well known. She has a bit of a shy side that shows through when she’s dealing with some of the male members of the crew, but of course, she realizes nothing will become of it.
Sample post (may be recycled):
(OOC: This is a original fanfiction I started a long time ago. I thought it would suit this purpose quite nicely. It’s about Tales of Symphonia, and the main characters are the summon spirit of water, Undine, and one of the Seraphim (Angels) named Kratos.)
The blonde felt a horrible anger bubbling up inside of him as he watched it all from a distance. What they would soon call the Great Kharlan war bloomed before his very eyes, and yet all he thought of was the death of his sister.
Mythos sent wave after wave of mana to distract the two sides of the war. It was absolutely worthless, as it didn’t distract them at all; rather annoyed them, and wasted his and the summon spirits energy. He slumped back against a tree from where him and his two comrades had been watching the war and shouted at open air “That’s it! I’ve had enough!”
“Maybe so, but what are you going to do about it…?” The redhead to his right spoke up at last. “You tried your hardest to stop this war. There’s nothing you can do now.”
The blue-haired man to his left hesitated before speaking. “We’ll never fit in here, Mythos… if it was a pureblood human or an elf who had suggested it, maybe, but…”
All this limitless power… all this mana with no purpose… Mythos stared down at his blistered hands and glanced back up at the battlefield. They have no right to judge us half-elves… take things from us that mean the most…Mythos’ eyes burned hot from tears of anger. What if I… I could just separate them… permanently…
His hands clenched tight, and an absolutely blinding white light surrounded him, making his partners jump out of their skin. The light consumed him, until he seemed like a being of light, his body of light blue light and even more radiating from him. His body grew taller and more slender, his hair grew down his back and he lifted his head to scream “I’M GOING TO SPLIT THIS WORLD IN TWO!!!”
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“Mythos… that was a foolish thing to do.”
The boy glared at him but said nothing. It was hard enough for him to even glare without ripping his skin, but of course he didn’t feel it. Mithos was a stubborn creature, and however he chose to use that stubbornness, it usually didn’t end well.
The redhead leaned over Mythos’ destroyed body and fiddled with his rune crest. “I’ll have to take this off for you to heal properly.”
“Wait… Kratos… get me back… that summon spirit…who died…”
“How can you be thinking about that at a time like this…?” He asked flatly, but he knew he was right. “You’re in no condition to even try to fight for the pact--”
“Then you do it… I want her back…”
He nodded before delicately removing the rune crest, and then the forged gem underneath. Mithos’ eyes snapped shut from pain, and then his face became peaceful as he passed out.
***
From the moment I laid eyes on him, I could tell he was different. He was quiet, polite and professional looking with his face perfectly emotionless. “I, Kratos Aurion, wish so make a pact with the summon spirit, Undine.”
I sat up a bit from off the altar. Even though the summon spirit (My mother) had just died, I sprung from the ashes like phoenix. Just being reborn, I can recall all of my mother’s memories, so I knew what this was about. I remember one of my mother’s memories where this man was fighting with a blonde boy, a blue-haired boy, and a green-haired girl to win the battle for the pact.
I found it odd that the half-elf’s friend was now asking for the pact my mother formerly had with Mithos.
But of course, I cannot deny any one person the right to fight for a pact. I stood, and holding out my right hand, in which a sword of water apparated into my palm. “Ready…?”
He barely even looked up at me, only when they we fighting. And he was a good swordsman. But he didn’t look at me more than he needed to. The fight lasted less time than I expected. He came from out of nowhere; from behind me, beside me, above me. I was even a little disappointed I couldn’t fight better.
I twisted and twirled to the best of my ability; it seemed I could only keep myself out of his reach, never mind attack. This man… his skills with the sword well outweighed the time it would take to truly master them. And the fact that when he jumped, when he lunged, he practically glided upon his feet, flying forward without the slightest of notice. There was something very inhuman about this man, Kratos, something I couldn’t quite put a finger on. That annoyed me ever so slightly.
When I stood up, I was clearly a little more than embarrassed to be fighting so poorly in front of such a powerful man. I rose to the altar. I had clearly lost this battle. I was completely wiped of mana, and there was no use fighting further. “Your vow…?”
“I vow to help Mythos Yggdrasill make a better world, however he chooses to do it.”
“Then my power is yours, Master Kratos,” I said respectfully. But he turned away, heading for the exit of the temple. “Sir.” In my hand I held a piece of aquamarine and a piece of vivanite, which I was supposed to give to him. I stepped down off the altar and walked after him. “Master Kratos…?”
“What is it…?” He muttered. Looking almost annoyed, he turned to face me again.
My eyes narrowed, and I got the shivers as he looked at me. Then, I had this strange feeling, a feeling as if he was more powerful than he let on.
“If you have nothing to say, I’ll be leaving now.”
“You’re hiding something. There must be no secrets between a summon spirit and their masters.”
Kratos took one step away, and then hesitated. Then he turned sideways, bowed his head for a moment and cobalt and aqua blue wings appeared in a burst of blue feathers. They were like butterfly wings, but so unlike them at the same time. They glowed with pure sparkling mana, lighting up the stone walls of my temple with a gentle wave and blue and indigo, pools of water on the floor reflecting that gentle light and making my new master seem even more godly.
I couldn’t help but stare for a moment. When I had snapped out of my trance, I said “You’ll be needing this.” I held out the pieces of aquamarine and vivanite between pinched fingers. “You must attach it to your key crest.” I could see the shining key crest on his left hand, exsphere settled into the dip in the middle and glowing with an almost cautious light. He stepped towards me and reached out to take the gems from my hand, his wings still fully exposed, flickering, beatling lightly. Kratos’ fingers closed around them, but as he was pulling his hand away, I didn’t let go, and he paused to look at me.
I looked up at him; the first feature that caught my attention was his eyes. They were brown, and so pure that when I looked into them it was if I could see into his soul. He looked back at me, and his hair slid over his left.
At that instant I loosened my grip and he took them from me, turned, and his wings faded into nothing. “Thank you, Undine.”
I turned my back to him and put my hands over my heart, waiting until I couldn’t hear his footsteps anymore. “Master Kratos…” I whispered. “You have such beautiful eyes.”
But little did I know that even though I couldn’t hear him, he could still hear me.
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Post by Starfleet Command on Aug 29, 2009 18:51:12 GMT -5
Welcome to the site, UnderwaterMaiden! Always great to have a new member!
Typically, I wouldn't accept a fanfiction instead of a post, but I figure you're probably experienced enough to know your way around a keyboard, so I'll make an exception. Please remember to change your display name to your character's name (for example, Lt. Hikaru Sulu), as we only allow one character per account. Other than that, a lovely application!
Approved!
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Post by Ensign Chrystal Paxson on Aug 29, 2009 21:36:02 GMT -5
Absolutely. I appreciate your flexibility.
Thank you, Command!
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