Weight/build: 135 athletic
Race/ethnicity: Human, anglo-saxon (paler than pale in lamen's terms)
Eyes: Blue (like saphires)
Hair: Blue, lighter than my eyes though. I wear it short, standard military reg.
Likes/dislikes: dislikes...erm...stupid people! omg, you have no idea how annoying stupid people can be! I also dislike not being in control (meaning that i love being in control, but will not seize it, it must be earned). People with little to no ethic code also bug me. Pick something to live by and live by it. I love the color red. I also love starfruit, white Asian lilies.
Personality: Don't mess with me and I won't mess with you. Be my friend, trust me, and I'll put my life in your hands. Trust begets trust. I'll bend over backwards for someone with good manners.
Friends: I make friends easily, though it might not seem that way. And once you're my friend, you're stuck with me. Sorry that's just the way it is. I seem to attack Andorians to me for what ever reason. That's ok, they're nice enough people. You can definitely not count my ex-CIO a friend of mine.
Family: Only girl. Four brothers. All military. Mother's a medical officer...somewhere, lost track. I feel horrible. My father died in a run in with the Romulans on the neutral zone while i was still a P-4 (cadet for those non-military folks). Lieutenant Commander Hadley (one of my father's most trusted friends) took me under his wing at the academy. Made sure I didn't slack off to much, made sure that I wrote my mom and brothers, that sort of thing. I'm forever indebted to him. He disappeared with the Firm Defiance. I hear that there's an engineer from that ship aboard this station. I'd love to meet him.
Childhood: I was born on one of the Lunar colonies, don't remember which one. Been in space ever since. Both parents are Star Fleet, It was kinda my destiny. Was raised by my brothers, they taught me how to spit, fight, shoot a phaser, etc. all the really important stuff. I was in all sorts of sports teams via holodeck: swimming, track, football, all sorts of stuff. Much to my mom's dismay though I never did learn how to take care of my hair. She goes on and on about it.
I remember one time, my dad took me with him on one of his away missions. That's when I finally made the decision: Star Fleet was for me. I joined the academy at 17.
The rest is history. Paid my dues aboard the USS Belief. Got in a fight with my CIO because he just didn't know how to run a basic recon, and I got reassigned here.
Oh well, such is life. ( not that being here is a bad thing or anything!!!! <.<)
Misc: I have an extraordinarily steady arm when shooting. Believe it or not I actually dance.
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