Cyrania

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Done with finals.

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Gwendolyn

"To preserve your precious lives for longer, I had to take some measure of sacrifice on the functioning of the cradles. Your tattered memories are a result of that. I hope you will understand..."

Gwendolyn froze at those words. Had that level of sacrifice really been necessary? For everyone to forget who they had been? She could tell that the majority of her memories might not be pleasant, but there had to have been some others beside that one, more substantial memories of those two before the collar. Even the bad memories would illustrate what was going on now instead of having to blindly follow a Caretaker that she barely knew. But she really had no choice, but to follow her and she hated that. Beth was following the Caretaker without question. Daresso seemed like he trusted her and probably wouldn't hesitate to do what she said, even if she said to jump off a cliff. Everett at least had sense.

"No," the curious girl replied. "We really have no other choice. Our guards can at least be up, just in case." With that, she started following the strange lady, casting her gaze around while keeping the lady ahead. Her glance frequently fell on the unopened cradles, hoping that their contents had not passed on to the Great Unknown.

"Lady Caretaker," she called, "Why are they still asleep? Weren't we all suppose to wake up at the same time?"

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I'll post later today. Have a final to study for.

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Gwendolyn

Name/Title: Gwendolyn
Race: Human (until further notice?)

Gender: Female

Appearance

( Found through google images on deviantart by dashinvaine.)

Significant Memory:

Warm, smiling faces, she thinks her mom and dad but isn't quite sure. The women shares her golden hair. They're laughing together and having fun.

The amnesia sets in again then she recalls the two lying on the cold ground as if asleep, red all around, and something like a metal collar around her neck.

Other: Can sing, scar marks and imprints from could have been a metal collar remain on her neck

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Star Trek: The Journey Continues

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T'Plior

Character Summary

Name: T'Plior
Alias: N/A
Homeworld: Vulcan
Race: Vulcan
Age: 33
Rank: Lieutenant Commander (Chief Medical Officer)
Area of Expertise: Medical

Description

(A bit blurry but close to what I have in mind. Not my own picture)
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 110.2 lbs
Hair Color: Glossy Black
Hair Style: Pixie Cut
Tattoos/scars: None

Personality

Typical of one who follows the writings of Surak, T'Plior attempts to always be logical and never let emotions get in her way. Therefore, illogical situations can throw her for a loop, making it so that she prefers working to socializing with the crew. She battles with herself her tendency to obsesses over her patients' lives. She recognizes mentally that death is a natural part of life and that she can't save every patient. But she wants to be sure that she did everything that could be done to save them. For every time a patient dies, she struggles with the feeling of self-loathing for failing to save a life and a self-questioning about what else she could have done. Always, she buries the emotion and never lets it fully resolve so that she'll continue on. This inner conflict causes her to do anything to save those under her care, her own life would be meaningless if it could save a life under her protection.

She also has a real curiosity about the universe, one of the reasons she joined Starfleet and an accepted response to the world under Surak's teachings. Once her curiosity is awakened, she'll either ask directly about it or find any information she can about the topic. One of her favorite topics is genetics, though new races, new technology, and space phenomenon are at the top of the list.

Short List

Positive Traits

• Loyal
• Calm-headed
• Curious
• Hard Worker

Negative Traits

• Struggles against Self-Loathing
• No Social Skills
• Excessively Loyal
• Brutally Honest

History

Born and raised on Vulcan, T'Plior had a verily normal Vulcan childhood though she showed great aptitude in science and mathematics throughout her elementary and high school years. She found biology especially fascinating and looked at the future career routes that would allow her to focus on its study. She was also interested in exploration of the stars and so she looked into Starfleet Academy, where she eventually settled on the medical field since it allowed a logical use for biology and obeyed the call of Surak to value all life as sacred. Her parents accepted the logic of her choice and she left with their blessing.

Once there, she quickly realized that the school system founded by humans was fundamentally different from a vulcan school system. She adjusted as well as she could, carefully scheduling her time between classes, homework, meditation/sleep, and eating. She got to know some fellow cadets whose schedules coincided with her own and even studied with them in order to help them and get fresh insights if she didn't understand something herself. In that way, she survived university and received her medical license and a commision aboard the USS Constellation. On board that ship, she received her first on-duty experience and experienced her first patient death.

It was a security man who had been beamed up severely from a failed landing mission where the party had teleported into a war zone. Yet he died on the table, a patient under her care. She was completely numb afterwards, doing her duties exceptionally but mechanically. All the while, she wondered if she left anything undone she could have done. Her task was to prevent unnecessary death. Why had she failed? In meditation after her shift, she recognized that the emotion distracted her from her duty and suppressed the emotion. But the ringings of that emotion would have ripple effects, making her extremely loyal to her patients and going above and beyond the call of duty to save their lives. Every failure brought a recurrence of the emotion of the first death and were also suppressed as the first one had been. StarFleet eventually promoted her to Chief Medical Officer and assigned her to the USS Tricyion for the ship's maiden voyage.

Abilities
Strengths
1. Skilled with touch-telepathic abilities (such as Vulcan Mind Meld)
2. Skilled at Vulcan Martial Arts (including Nerve Pinch)
3. Strong-willed
4. Skilled Medical Practitioner (also knows traditional healing methods for when high-tech doesn't work)
5. Usual strengths of Vulcan biology (ex. heightened sense of smell)

Weaknesses
1. Refuses to take life
2. Considers own life valueless if it would save other lives
3. Fights against Self-loathing
4. Socially Awkward
5. Usual weaknesses of Vulcan biology (ex. deadly reaction to laughing gas)

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Ginny Conlach

Character Summary

Name: Ginell Conlach
Alias: Ginny
Homeworld: Trill
Race: Trill
Age: 22
Rank: Ensign
Area of Expertise: Navigation (some science)

Description

(Just imagine auburn hair)

Height: 5' 4"
Weight: 110 lbs
Hair Color: Auburn
Hair Style: Braided and wrapped around as above
Tattoos/scars: The usual spotted pattern of the Trill

Personality

A friendly girl, Ginny goes out of her way to get to know people and greet them with a smile. She's willing to join in the fun and is not a stickler for following regulations or laws she considers unreasonable. Underneath that lies a fiery core, a call for adventure,a curiosity of the unknown, and a detirmination to stay on course. It was through her determination that Ginny balenced both her love of society with the need to study and her detirmination is going to make her the best pilot of Starfleet. She may be new from the university, with a tendency to charge into situations and be cocksure that she's going to get out of them alive, but she's got real fire and is not going to flicker out easily.

Positive Traits

• Fiery
• Curious
• Determined
• Friendly

Negative Traits

• Party Girl tendencies
• Overly Cocky
• Impulsive
• a Bit Rebellious

History

Growing on Trill, Ginell Conlach had hoped to harbor a symbiote. But she was weeded out of the program and became discouraged for a time. She knew that she didn't want to live an ordinary life, but wasn't sure what to do. Then she ran across an advertisement for attendance to Starfleet Academy and another chance at an unordinary life. She applied herself to her studies and managed to be accepted. Once she got in, she fell in love with the flight simulators, the feel of a ship soaring through her hands and knew which position she longed to be. So, she signed up for the required classes as well as any non-required classes that caught her eye such as Quantum Mechanics or Theatre and any clubs or events that interested her. Within her years, she always managed to be among the top of her class while also making friends and hanging out with people. It was while socializing that she learned more about human culture and gained the nickname "Ginny." She was known to toe the line on occasion, but never got into any major trouble. Eventually, she graduated with high honor was assigned to the USS Tricyion for her maiden voyage.

Bunkmates with Avillaa Sh'kihlos

Dark Red

Abilities

Strengths

• Pilot Prodigy
• Photographic Memory
• Quick Reflexes
• Agile
• Social

Weaknesses

• Inexperienced
• Physical Strength
• Acts before Thinking
• Strategizing

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Dungeon Fantasy: a Comedy RPG

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Gwendolyn

Character Name: Gwendolyn
Alias: Friends call her Wendy
Age: 20
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 125 lbs
Hair Color: Gold, waist-length and held back in a high ponytail
Eye Color: Grey eyes
Written Description: Svelte, symmetrical features, well-muscled shoulders; all in all, an average blond elf look. Wears a green cloak over a white robe and brown leather boots
Level: 1
Class: White Mage
Abilities:
1. Heal (heals injuries for a small amount of health)
2. Cure (cures status effects [ex. poison, petrify])
Skills:
1. Singing (high soprano)
2. Animal-talking
Weapon: Bow and Arrows
Personality: Cold towards strangers and a bit of a loner, she doesn't tend to welcome company unless required or forced upon her. But if she sees someone needing help, she'll rush in and do everything in her power to help them. Tends to be level-headed, but can be explosive if her anger is aroused. If she warms up to someone, she can be less guarded around them though tends to be a bit clingy. She's loyal to her causes and her friends and doesn't care about popular opinion.
Quirks: Has a small amount of social anxiety, Distrustful of strangers, Can be a bit of a snarker [we'll see if I can actually role-play this effectively], Randomly sings if she's in a good mood and/or something reminds her of a song
Likes: Well performed music, Animals, Wilderness, Children, Doing what's right [obvious but it's important for her]
Dislikes: Poorly performed music, Crowds; Cold, dark, and moist caves; Mushrooms, Onion, Guys hitting on her [one of the things that causes her to explode]
Inventory: Empty

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Gwendolyn

"Name's Gwendolyn." The curious girl called out as she approached the group. May as well start this off well. "Can't really remember much else either. From what I've scouted, there's nothing much else in here except the cradles and us. No sign of the 'Caretaker' or anyone else."

She leaned against one of the the cradles by the gathering, hiding some remaining light-headedness in the gesture (she had to be strong, can't allow them to see her as weak), and took in the gathered. The one called Beth talked a bit too formally for her taste, but that might not be an accurate representation of skill. Everett seemed reliable, at least he was taking charge. Whether he was actually trustworthy or not was to be determined. The dark guy seemed like he could handle himself, though there was no good reading of his personality yet. The young boy though seemed too young as did the other girl, not the sorts that could handle whatever they were called to handle. Gwendolyn reflected then that some probably would say she was too young, but she'd show them.

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Gwendolyn

The fog rested heavily over the teen girl's mind as her pale grey eyes first opened. She fluttered between waking and sleep but the voice was insistent, and so she sleepily rose her slender arms to the strange controls. As her hands instinctively flew over the machinery, she struggled to remember something, anything, about why she was here. She remembered her name was Gwendolyn, that was firmly in place. She vaguely thought that she was sixteen at least and her birthday was in the springtime, but there was nothing definite there. Then there were faint images of two people, maybe her parents, the women shared her hair. Then of a collar, metal and harsh, though that was more a feeling around her neck then an actual image.

The cradle opened and the svelte girl felt around her neck. The collar was gone, but the imprints and scars remained. When had the collar come out? How had it come off? Gwendolyn shook her head of the useless musings. Now was not the time to worry about that, she had to find out where she was, why she was here, and who were the others that she dimly recalled having to meet with to go wherever they were suppose to go. The blonde looked around and saw that there were other cradles, some opened already and others where their occupants were stirring. Then she exited her cradle and shivered in the cold air. She scouted around, making as little noise as possible, to see if the other occupants who left were still around the cradles and if there was anything besides cradles and people in here. She did though keep looking back to see when anyone else awoke so she could consult with someone and see if anyone else remembered more.

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Gwendolyn

Name/Title: Gwendolyn
Race: Human (until further notice?)

Gender: Female

Appearance

( Found through google images on deviantart by dashinvaine.)

Significant Memory:

Warm, smiling faces, she thinks her mom and dad but isn't quite sure. The women shares her golden hair. They're laughing together and having fun.

The amnesia sets in again then she recalls the two lying on the cold ground as if asleep, red all around, and something like a metal collar around her neck.

Other: Can sing, scar marks and imprints from could have been a metal collar remain on her neck

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Gwendolyn

Name/Title: Gwendolyn
Race: Human (until further notice?)

Gender: Female

Appearance

( Found through google images on deviantart by dashinvaine.)

Significant Memory:

Warm, smiling faces, she thinks her mom and dad but isn't quite sure. The women shares her golden hair. They're laughing together and having fun.

The amnesia sets in again then she recalls the two lying on the cold ground as if asleep, red all around, and something like a metal collar around her neck.

Other: Can sing, scar marks and imprints from could have been a metal collar remain on her neck

Here's my entry. I'm also really excited for this role-play. Looks like it will be a fascinating experience.