Name: Jesman Abigtess Cartchri
Aliases: Commodore; Jes by only closest friends
Age: 39
Species: Human
Homeworld: Kuat
Allegiance: Empire
Starting Location: Tatooine
Gender: Female
Languages: Galaxia
Occupation: Commodore; "Captain" Of The Vindicator
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 124lbs
Build: Lean
Eyes: Bright Blue
Hair: Light Mahogany Chestnut
Skin Tone: Creamy pale peach
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Left ear pierced only; burn scars on her inner forearms
Personal Style: Considering the fact she has been a member of the Imperial Starfleet since she was able to join her style usually includes, clothing wise, her uniform. Even when in civilian clothing she dresses as if she was in a uniform. Fitted slacks, similarly designed jackets and dress shirts beneath, boots, and so forth.
Her make-up is clean and no nonsense, keeping just enough to be considered refined without being over done. She wears a single earring but refuses the pierce the other ear for some odd reason. Her hair is 90% of the time kept slicked back in a tight bun, twist, or braid. The few times she wears it down, it comes to her shoulders and rests there in simple waves held out of her face with a basic headband with no frills.
Caring * Demanding * Loyal * Reckless * Humorous * Hot-Tempered
Sexuality: Hetero-Sexual
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Depending on who you ask Jesmand is either the perfect person to be in charge of a vessel such as the Vindicator or the worst. A creative mind that can easily come up with original ideas to solve situations she is facing; the ability to think and act quickly during a crisis. She is fiercely loyal, caring for those under her command and even has a tremendous sense of humor and wit about her. Carrying herself most of the time with the utmost dignity and genteelly manner, she commands respect from those around her. These all make for a fine and well rounded commander.
On the flip side, she is overly demanding of her crew, expecting perfection even under the harshest of circumstances. She can be brave to the point of recklessness, danger is rarely a factor in the decision making process. Often hot-tempered, most crew members will give her a wide berth when she is angered; some points her sense of humor comes out at the oddest times, painting an image that she is seething with sarcasm when in fact she is just being direct. A complex woman, who blurs the line between on and off-duty, that can leave many wondering just what they have gotten themselves into and when the next transfer could be made available.
Habits:- Rubbing her hands together
- Sliding the tip of her index fingernail up and down along the side of the thumb beside it
Hobbies:Fears:- Failing her crew
- Demotion
- Being Betrayed
Likes:- Long walks through her ship
- Reading
- Coffee
- The occasional drink
- Unique foods
- Hard-Work
Dislikes:- Liars
- Hypocrites
- Funerals
- Getting sick
- Smoking
- Cry-babies
General Skills:- Leadership
- Astrogation
- Pilot (Space)
- Resilience
- Mechanics
- Perception
- Knowledge (Imperial Military)
Combat Skills:- Discipline
- Athletics
- Brawl
- Melee
- Ranged (Heavy)
- Vigilance
What Is On Your Person:- Clothing - Imperial Starfleet Officers Uniform, wrist watch, gloves
- Ident Card
- Credits
- Single Pearl Stud Earring
- S-5 Heavy Blaster Pistol
- Heavy Blaster Pistol Holster (Hip)
Quarters:- Personal Trunk
- Various pictures and mementos from home (in trunk)
- Files on previous and current missions
- Numerous books; mechanics, flight patterns, planet histories
- Astro Charts
- Uniforms
- Wardrobe
- Hair pins and such
- Vibro-sword
- Thin mat for yoga
The Reason You Chose The Side You Did: What choice was there for a child who grew up to be a woman on a planet who crafted and created such vessels to go into space and make their mark? She joined the Imperial Starfleet as soon as she came of age and all she ever wanted was to be in command of her own vessel. She at one point had small thoughts of switching sides to the rebels, dabbling with the idea. That was until the attack on her home world. Her allegiance was set in stone at that point.
History: For a child born on the planet of Kuat, there are a handful of choices of where your life can be. Nearly every last one of them involves star ships in some form of fashion. Children of farmers tend to become farmers, children of drive designers tend to become drive designers. Well, not always, but most of the time
Jesmand does not know who her mother was. All she does know was that the woman died in child birth and her father refused to speak about her while she was growing up. This left a little girl, on a heavily fortified planet surrounded by the Empire, being raised by a single father who designed Drives for the various ships that the Empire required. She spent her younger years alongside her father getting her hands dirty and marveling at the sights which were built before her very eyes.
When she came of age, there was no hesitation or discussion of what she would do or where she would go. She wanted to touch the stars as it were, or as close as one can realistically come to such a thing; commanding her own ship in the fleet. Her father was against it but there is something about a young person that is headstrong - They don't freaking listen to daddy! She was off without a second thought.
Years went by, slowly climbing the ranks but always keeping her nose to the grindstone and following orders. She kept her nose clean and never took any time off, save for one short period when her father died in an accident back on her home world. She left only to bury him and was back post haste. While she did love her father, she knew there was no good in dwelling on the matter. Working helped her place one foot in front of the other and carry on.
She wondered for a short period of time if she should change sides but that quickly faded away thanks to one particular incident. Now that her father was gone and her allegiance was set in stone, there as nothing to hold her back; but herself. Now while she has done nothing to have her thrown into chains, her mouth has gotten her transferred from ship to ship until finally those above her agreed. It was better to have her in charge. She had the skills, the battle tested experience; succeeding where others had failed when under temporary or battle field assignment. The Vindicator was hers and she will stop at nothing to ensure its success.
Character Quote: Let me make this simple. There is no chain of command, there is my word or your death. Got it?
Theme Song:Imperial Record: Record is clean as a whistle.
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