OOC: Character Application
Bit late, but just wanted to get this up ^-^
CITIZEN, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
NAME: Martha Landon
RANK: Yeoman/Lieutenant
DIVISION: Operations
AGE: 26
GENDER: Female
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION: Security
I'M A DOCTOR, NOT A...!
PERSONALITY:
She’s fun to hang around with, after you get to know her, but is very serious about her job. Always up for a round of sparring, she’ll most likely leave you flat on your back by the end of it. Keeps to herself mostly, not used to interacting with anyone other then her father and Grandfather, which may make her seem standoffish at first. The quickest way to her heart is to find her some unknown form of weaponry or fighting style that she hasn’t seen before. She may be a hard ass at times, but it’s all to make those around her stronger, so that they won’t get hurt or die. Just know that if you cross her, or hurt one of her friends, she knows a thousand different ways to make them pay, without anyone knowing it was her.
HISTORY:
Martha was an only child growing up with only her father to look after her. Her mother disappeared when she was younger on a trip cross country to visit some friends, and was never seen from again. After her mother’s disappearance her father raised her to be strong and able to defeat anything, and anyone, so that something like that wouldn’t happen to her. He trained her in every fighting style that he could get his hands on, both alien and ancient. The only one who showed her any affection growing up was her Grandfather, slipping her treats and small toys as she grew up, away from her Father’s eye. Most of the weapons she has now, hidden under her bunk in her room, were given to her by her Grandfather. It was his death that spurned her to join Starfleet, figuring it was the only way she could honor his memory, by making something of her life. She was quickly able to rise up in the ranks, besting both other students and teachers alike in hand-to-hand combat. She got a place on the Enterprise by excelling in all of her classes and being the best at every fighting technique the teachers threw at her.
DO THEY STILL HAVE SANDWICHES THERE?
Your Name: De
Your Journal: flyingsoftly
Timezone: Central Standard Time
First-Person Sample:
Spent most of my first day off, in a long time, working out in the gym. Got in a few rounds of sparring with this nice Caitian. She was fast. Faster then I had at first anticipated, but it only took a few moments before I caught onto her movements and was able to best her. I asked her if she'd show me some more of her fighting technique next time. Maybe I can use it to show Giotto who’s boss on the mat, never hurts to knock him down a peg or two from time to time.
Other then that Security's been pretty slow lately. No alien races trying to make the Enterprise submit to their reign. No upstart ensigns picking fights just to prove that they're better then everyone else. It's been nice. Just wish I could find someone to spar with that doesn’t crumble after the first few punches. Giotto’s fun, but he spends more time ‘checking things out’ then sparring, and I’ve already made my way through all of security. Hopefully the Enterprise will be able to spit out a worthy opponent one of these days and I can stop torturing ensigns. …Well maybe not completely. Someone’s gotta toughen them up to deal with all of the away missions the Captain sends us on…Plus it’s fun.
Third-Person Sample:
Martha walked through the darkened corridor, one hand on her phaser, the other searching the blackness in front of her for any sign of enemies. She hadn’t expected their simple ‘meet and greet’ with a visiting dignitary to go south, or at least this quickly, but here she was, wandering an unknown ship, the rest of the security she had brought with her were either knocked unconscious or dead, and separated from the rest of the away team.
Hearing something at the end of the corridor, she plastered herself to one of the walls, phaser held tightly in her hand. Moving silently through the dark she reached the junction in the hallway, peeking around the corner to see two unknown men standing in the other corridor, talking. She waited, quietly, for the best opportunity, flexing her fingers around the phaser she slid the switch off of stun, wanting to pay them back for killing some of her crew. When someone messed with those Martha was close to, they usually didn’t live to talk about it, if she had any say.
CITIZEN, WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
NAME: Martha Landon
RANK: Yeoman/Lieutenant
DIVISION: Operations
AGE: 26
GENDER: Female
RACE: Human
OCCUPATION: Security
I'M A DOCTOR, NOT A...!
PERSONALITY:
She’s fun to hang around with, after you get to know her, but is very serious about her job. Always up for a round of sparring, she’ll most likely leave you flat on your back by the end of it. Keeps to herself mostly, not used to interacting with anyone other then her father and Grandfather, which may make her seem standoffish at first. The quickest way to her heart is to find her some unknown form of weaponry or fighting style that she hasn’t seen before. She may be a hard ass at times, but it’s all to make those around her stronger, so that they won’t get hurt or die. Just know that if you cross her, or hurt one of her friends, she knows a thousand different ways to make them pay, without anyone knowing it was her.
HISTORY:
Martha was an only child growing up with only her father to look after her. Her mother disappeared when she was younger on a trip cross country to visit some friends, and was never seen from again. After her mother’s disappearance her father raised her to be strong and able to defeat anything, and anyone, so that something like that wouldn’t happen to her. He trained her in every fighting style that he could get his hands on, both alien and ancient. The only one who showed her any affection growing up was her Grandfather, slipping her treats and small toys as she grew up, away from her Father’s eye. Most of the weapons she has now, hidden under her bunk in her room, were given to her by her Grandfather. It was his death that spurned her to join Starfleet, figuring it was the only way she could honor his memory, by making something of her life. She was quickly able to rise up in the ranks, besting both other students and teachers alike in hand-to-hand combat. She got a place on the Enterprise by excelling in all of her classes and being the best at every fighting technique the teachers threw at her.
DO THEY STILL HAVE SANDWICHES THERE?
Your Name: De
Your Journal: flyingsoftly
Timezone: Central Standard Time
First-Person Sample:
Spent most of my first day off, in a long time, working out in the gym. Got in a few rounds of sparring with this nice Caitian. She was fast. Faster then I had at first anticipated, but it only took a few moments before I caught onto her movements and was able to best her. I asked her if she'd show me some more of her fighting technique next time. Maybe I can use it to show Giotto who’s boss on the mat, never hurts to knock him down a peg or two from time to time.
Other then that Security's been pretty slow lately. No alien races trying to make the Enterprise submit to their reign. No upstart ensigns picking fights just to prove that they're better then everyone else. It's been nice. Just wish I could find someone to spar with that doesn’t crumble after the first few punches. Giotto’s fun, but he spends more time ‘checking things out’ then sparring, and I’ve already made my way through all of security. Hopefully the Enterprise will be able to spit out a worthy opponent one of these days and I can stop torturing ensigns. …Well maybe not completely. Someone’s gotta toughen them up to deal with all of the away missions the Captain sends us on…Plus it’s fun.
Third-Person Sample:
Martha walked through the darkened corridor, one hand on her phaser, the other searching the blackness in front of her for any sign of enemies. She hadn’t expected their simple ‘meet and greet’ with a visiting dignitary to go south, or at least this quickly, but here she was, wandering an unknown ship, the rest of the security she had brought with her were either knocked unconscious or dead, and separated from the rest of the away team.
Hearing something at the end of the corridor, she plastered herself to one of the walls, phaser held tightly in her hand. Moving silently through the dark she reached the junction in the hallway, peeking around the corner to see two unknown men standing in the other corridor, talking. She waited, quietly, for the best opportunity, flexing her fingers around the phaser she slid the switch off of stun, wanting to pay them back for killing some of her crew. When someone messed with those Martha was close to, they usually didn’t live to talk about it, if she had any say.