Post by Ensign Demetri Jackson on Aug 7, 2009 11:41:45 GMT -5
OOC Name: Counterklock.
Years RP'ing: About Four.
Where did you find us?: Google All the Way. :3
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Character name: Demetri Jackson
Character Age: 20
Character Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank (if applicable): Ensign
Ship: USS Enterprise
Division: Engineering, Specifically Ship Maintenence
Brief Description: Weighing in at 130-150lbs, and sporting a messy pony tail with hair fuzzy and possessing split ends, with the occasional pimple, Demetri Jackson is rather passionate of her job. So passionate, in fact, she has stopped caring about how she looks - to a point. A ship such as the Enterprise won't tell you how ugly you are, so why put on layers and layers of makeup? She's about 5'1, and quite stocky. Her rear and her thighs are partcularily large and she knows very well she could stand to loose a few pounds.
Red Hair, green eyes, pale skin and many, many freckles. Duckfeet. Hands covered in callusses. She usually prefers to wear pants to the sometimes revealing Starfleet Uniform, and sometimes does just to avoid wearing that dress, but sometimes it's unavoidable.
Demetri is incredibly loyal. She's stubborn and often times considered rude, speaking to the point. Usually when you don't tick her off, though, she can be quite nice and offers some great advice. When she is angered, though, she usually snaps and yells and is generally out-of-order for an Ensign, but what do you expect? She works in the engines of the ship most of the time, and she can get quite grumpy.
She can't stand idiots. She doesn't see much sense in putting on layers of make up just to get the man who most likely only wants you for the bed. Because of this, she doesn't really get along with some women in the crew. She mostly gets along fine with people who understand where's she's coming at, and won't make fun of her for her large body and rough, partially unkept looks. (But she does shower and clean herself. Her hygiene is otherwise superb)
She doesn't care about where your from, who your parents are, what your sexual orinetation is. If you are nice to her and show you are worthy of her respect and trust, consider yourself a semi-friend.
Demetri was born in the country, and spent thirteen years on a farm, ending in which her mother divorced her father and left him and her, never to be heard from again. Her father and herself moved to the city, taking along only the things they could afford. He eventually remarried and her step-mom mostly kept her distance, but was polite and never hindered Demetri's abilities.
Recently, Demetri has started begging her superiors at Starfleet to allow her to bring her dog, a border collie named 'Dodger', on board. She argues that many crew members have pets, and that her dog would be a great asset to their crew. And he could be trained to help out, so he could pull his own weight while in space.
Demetri loves her work - taking care of starships is like feeding this young woman sugar. She is highly efficient and will most likely be due for a promotion if her work keeps it up.
Sample post:
-- Taken From A Wild Horse RPG Site called 'The Secret' as I do not have a human example. This will be my first 'human' RPG experiance in about four years or so. If you need a human sample post, please let me know --
Long vine-like branches drooped down low and touched the ground. Misty and early morning dew keep the air crisp and fresh, and the leopard appaloosa prays to herself that her scent is covered by the dawn chill. The sun's rays reach longingy between the stretched leaves of the willow, but little light reaches the inner heart of the tree where the small fae was hiding.
Brown eyes scan the dry surroundings fearfully, watching for any heavy-set equines. She had learnt that if you hid yourself well, it lowered your chances of being found and bred. In her three years of life, she had never been bred. She was hoping that maybe she could keep it that way for a little while longer, or somehow fake having a foal in her belly to try and escape the vile fate.
Last Minute Message, or 'Momento', decided she'd never willingly bring a foal into the world. Of the life that waited for it now, of the life that was hers, she could never wish or bestow upon any innocent tyke. How unfair a life of servitude and of being the lowest of the low it was, but she bitterly accepted it. It was life, and she had to make the best of it, of course.
The white fae with scattered spots of black about her bod fidgeted slightly amongst the hanging vines. She knew that this wasn't the best hiding spot in the world, but this was the only one she could currently think of. If she held still long enough, she knew she could keep out of site and let her white coat go unnoticed. The shadows were the most useful tool to Momento currently.
The sun continued it's timeless journey up and across the sky, and she had to shift back every so often to avoid the penetrating rays of light. Anxious audits listened for the sound of hoofbeats, any sign that could mean that a draft was approaching. Her petite bod was somewhat relaxed at the moment, as relaxed as it would probably get. Momento was ready to tense up and bolt at the first sign of danger.
It was her third year of life, and this was the time Weaklander mares were expected to start producing foals. She wasn't currently in heat, but she knew it wouldn't be long before she would be. She had desperately considered her options of trying to fake being pregnant so she could possibly escape it for a year, but what ideas she did come up with were foolish and cheap.
She often dreamed of rebelling. But when the time came, she often just slunk back, keeping her head and eyes low, and held her tongue. The drafts were bigger and powerful then herself, and she knew she would have absolutely no chance at all against even the smallest of them.
Years RP'ing: About Four.
Where did you find us?: Google All the Way. :3
Yo mama jokes: [admin edit]
Character name: Demetri Jackson
Character Age: 20
Character Gender: Female
Race: Human
Rank (if applicable): Ensign
Ship: USS Enterprise
Division: Engineering, Specifically Ship Maintenence
Brief Description: Weighing in at 130-150lbs, and sporting a messy pony tail with hair fuzzy and possessing split ends, with the occasional pimple, Demetri Jackson is rather passionate of her job. So passionate, in fact, she has stopped caring about how she looks - to a point. A ship such as the Enterprise won't tell you how ugly you are, so why put on layers and layers of makeup? She's about 5'1, and quite stocky. Her rear and her thighs are partcularily large and she knows very well she could stand to loose a few pounds.
Red Hair, green eyes, pale skin and many, many freckles. Duckfeet. Hands covered in callusses. She usually prefers to wear pants to the sometimes revealing Starfleet Uniform, and sometimes does just to avoid wearing that dress, but sometimes it's unavoidable.
Demetri is incredibly loyal. She's stubborn and often times considered rude, speaking to the point. Usually when you don't tick her off, though, she can be quite nice and offers some great advice. When she is angered, though, she usually snaps and yells and is generally out-of-order for an Ensign, but what do you expect? She works in the engines of the ship most of the time, and she can get quite grumpy.
She can't stand idiots. She doesn't see much sense in putting on layers of make up just to get the man who most likely only wants you for the bed. Because of this, she doesn't really get along with some women in the crew. She mostly gets along fine with people who understand where's she's coming at, and won't make fun of her for her large body and rough, partially unkept looks. (But she does shower and clean herself. Her hygiene is otherwise superb)
She doesn't care about where your from, who your parents are, what your sexual orinetation is. If you are nice to her and show you are worthy of her respect and trust, consider yourself a semi-friend.
Demetri was born in the country, and spent thirteen years on a farm, ending in which her mother divorced her father and left him and her, never to be heard from again. Her father and herself moved to the city, taking along only the things they could afford. He eventually remarried and her step-mom mostly kept her distance, but was polite and never hindered Demetri's abilities.
Recently, Demetri has started begging her superiors at Starfleet to allow her to bring her dog, a border collie named 'Dodger', on board. She argues that many crew members have pets, and that her dog would be a great asset to their crew. And he could be trained to help out, so he could pull his own weight while in space.
Demetri loves her work - taking care of starships is like feeding this young woman sugar. She is highly efficient and will most likely be due for a promotion if her work keeps it up.
Sample post:
-- Taken From A Wild Horse RPG Site called 'The Secret' as I do not have a human example. This will be my first 'human' RPG experiance in about four years or so. If you need a human sample post, please let me know --
Long vine-like branches drooped down low and touched the ground. Misty and early morning dew keep the air crisp and fresh, and the leopard appaloosa prays to herself that her scent is covered by the dawn chill. The sun's rays reach longingy between the stretched leaves of the willow, but little light reaches the inner heart of the tree where the small fae was hiding.
Brown eyes scan the dry surroundings fearfully, watching for any heavy-set equines. She had learnt that if you hid yourself well, it lowered your chances of being found and bred. In her three years of life, she had never been bred. She was hoping that maybe she could keep it that way for a little while longer, or somehow fake having a foal in her belly to try and escape the vile fate.
Last Minute Message, or 'Momento', decided she'd never willingly bring a foal into the world. Of the life that waited for it now, of the life that was hers, she could never wish or bestow upon any innocent tyke. How unfair a life of servitude and of being the lowest of the low it was, but she bitterly accepted it. It was life, and she had to make the best of it, of course.
The white fae with scattered spots of black about her bod fidgeted slightly amongst the hanging vines. She knew that this wasn't the best hiding spot in the world, but this was the only one she could currently think of. If she held still long enough, she knew she could keep out of site and let her white coat go unnoticed. The shadows were the most useful tool to Momento currently.
The sun continued it's timeless journey up and across the sky, and she had to shift back every so often to avoid the penetrating rays of light. Anxious audits listened for the sound of hoofbeats, any sign that could mean that a draft was approaching. Her petite bod was somewhat relaxed at the moment, as relaxed as it would probably get. Momento was ready to tense up and bolt at the first sign of danger.
It was her third year of life, and this was the time Weaklander mares were expected to start producing foals. She wasn't currently in heat, but she knew it wouldn't be long before she would be. She had desperately considered her options of trying to fake being pregnant so she could possibly escape it for a year, but what ideas she did come up with were foolish and cheap.
She often dreamed of rebelling. But when the time came, she often just slunk back, keeping her head and eyes low, and held her tongue. The drafts were bigger and powerful then herself, and she knew she would have absolutely no chance at all against even the smallest of them.
