RAND, yeo. janice

[YEOMAN JANICE RAND]

JANICE RAND

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Janice Rand
RACE: Human
AGE: twenty one
BIRTHPLACE: Earth, Boston, Massachusetts.

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes
STARFLEET RANK: Petty Officer
DIVISION: Operations
JOB TITLE: Yeoman to the captain
OTHER: None

PERSONAL
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PERSONALITY:

The first thing that people usually notice about Janice's character is her fearsome work ethic. She is headstrong when it comes to her job as a Yeoman, and completes her tasks and duties to a tee. Her passion for her job comes through as she completes her task, making her a valuable addition to the ship, able to carry her weight and then some.

Janice is also very compassionate towards other people. She tends to be the person most people turn to when stressed or emotional. She's an excellent listener, and always a shoulder to lean on in hard times. Along with this trait is a sort of mothering instinct, even at her young age. She likes fussing over people sometimes, and feels she needs to protect those close to her. Everything she does, Janice always thinks how it will affect others, and rarely does anything for her own benefit.

A side that not very many people know about Janice is her artistic and creative side. She has been painting since she was a child and has become very skilled with it. She's no Picasso, nor a master of painting, but her skills are more so than the average person. She paints whenever she has free time, which sadly, is almost never.

Lastly, Janice Rand is quite independent. She doesn't need to depend on other people for things, and when this is combined with her work ethic, she can get a lot done with little hassle. But just because she is independent, doesn't mean she shuns help and teamwork, it's the exact opposite. Her independence allows her to get things done, and allows Janice to depend on herself first.

HISTORY:

Janice Elizabeth Rand was born to Eva and Daniel Rand in Boston, Massachusetts. She was the middle of three children, with an older brother Alexander Rand, and a younger sister Marie Rand. As the middle child she was left to her own devices many times. She was neither the youngest, not needing the attention, nor the oldest, not required to carry a lot of responsibilities. This led Janice to develop an advanced independence at a young age. She focused on her art mostly, and her schooling of course. She was a straight A student and kept out of trouble, so her parents didn't need to fuss over her. When she got to the proper age, Janice was asked to start looking after her younger sister, kicking her maternal instinct into high gear.

In high school, Janice set her sights on Starfleet, which seemed new and exciting. She chose the classes that would most help her secure a spot in the academy. In high school, Janice developed an unbridled passion, which helped her score good grades and secure a good standing in school. Voted Homecoming Queen, Prom Queen, and Most Likely to Succeed., Janice was an obvious choice for Starfleet. Just after applying to Starfleet however, her mother became ill with cancer, and she had to withdraw her application for a year.

Once within the Academy however, Janice excelled in many areas, eventually leading to her being assigned as Yeoman to Captain Kirk on the Starship Enterprise. Janice was very excited to be part of crew, for they were the more...infamous of ship crews.

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Chris
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: 8 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Member of v2
DID YOU READ THE RULES: huzzah! batman's mustache pleases me, you pilgrim!
FACE CLAIM: Sienna Miller
RP SAMPLE: From New York City to Fairbanks, it was like stepping through a looking glass. Alice, in all her child like wonder and imagination, was able to do it just with her mind, pretending it would just melt away like a silver mist. Why couldn’t he? To escape one world and jump into another like a vagabond jumps onto a passing train, having lost the way home long ago, but never really caring beyond anything but your next step. It was a change, another world almost; polar opposite of what Gavin Winters had grown up with. The changes were not subtle or minuscule, but instead massive, so much so that Gavin could not pretend it didn’t set him off kilter. He had packed up an established life, uprooting it like a steadfast oak tree, and moved all the way across the country, south the west. Smog to snow. Buildings, covered in concrete and glass were replaced by rolling hills and evergreen trees. Streets paved and filled with bustling and volatile traffic were made peaceful, lonely, and sometimes even unpaved. The population shot down faster than a diamond dropped from the Eiffel tower, from the thousands, to only the hundreds. A culture shock? Yes. When Gavin had first come to the city of Fairbanks it had felt as if he jumped naked into a freezing pool, numbing his body and make his breath come strained and gasping. It had been very quiet, something Gavin had not known a city could be, and it echoed in his mind and made him feel as if he was being watched. He recalled thinking that the whole town had been talking about him until he stepped foot in it and then they all hushed, as if this were some high school party and Gavin was the unfavorable guest.

The other side of the looking glass was colder and whiter, a stark contrast to the darkness of New York City. But this was his fate, and Gavin Winters has asked for it. Transferred out of his chapter upon his own request, his peers had told him to reconsider, but if Gavin knew one thing about himself, it was that when he set his heart on a decision he did not deviate away from it. The memory of his past, of that day and the images, faces, names, sounds, smells, of everything still echoed in his mind, making him a prisoner to it. He still had dreams, of course he did. They would wake him in the middle of the night, not in a fit of terror or panicked scream, but in a sudden alertness, the opening of his eyelids from deep slumber and the reminder that he was not there, but in a cold bed in a cold town in a cold place hundreds of miles away.

Gavin Winters pushed the thought away from his mind as he slid a key into his car’s ignition and turned it, making the engine roar into life. The air outside was crisp and cold, and the inside of his car was like a freezer. The puff of air from his exhaled breath reminded him briefly of the cold winter nights in New York, where even under a flurry of snow the populace bobbed and weaved in traffic, on the sidewalks calling cabs, in and out of Bloomindales, and even down Broadway. The neon signs were blurred but not dampened by the fallout of winter; despite any weather conditions they still burned as bright as fire. Gavin’s fingers, numb from the cold went straight for the dashboard, turning on the heater full blast and cranking the warmth all the way up. He sat a few moments, hands on the steering wheel, looking down his driveway. He chuckled to himself, amused at the fact that he could even have a driveway. He made the same salary as he had in New York, but here in Fairbanks, instead of a one bedroom apartment, he could rent a two bedroom, two bath house. Funny what a change of location could do for your quality of life, even on the same income. Once the heater was blasting warm air, Gavin shifted the car out of park and took off down the street.

Gavin had yet to get fully accustomed to the town, but his life in New York City taught him how to memorize routes quickly. He was ever so slightly glad for that fact, coming from a bigger city where a subway had a hundred stops; this small city was as simple as pie for Gavin to get a hold of. His car wound its way through the suburban streets, and before he knew it, he was in the downtown area which was sparkling with amber colored light from the street lights. Small groups of people moved along the sidewalk in groups, done up in jackets and gloves to keep protected from the cold. Gavin licked his lips as his eyes searched the fronts of the buildings.

He was to meet his new partner, Carr Cook, at a bar somewhere around here. They had only been paired together a few weeks, and already the man was exhausting Gavin. His energy, his attitude, his everything, beat against his mind like a hammer. Though Gavin had not drawn his conclusions about the Irish man yet; Carr may have thus far irked him a little bit, even dancing an Irish jig on his nerves a few times, but he had yet to really put him somewhere in his mind. Carr had suggested that day during work that later they go out for a beer, seeing how it was a Friday, just to celebrate the weekend. Gavin had tried to decline, silently by looking at the floor and shrugging, but apparently he could not shake Carr off that easily. Most people would have left it at the gesture, but Carr’s eagerness in the offer threw Officer Winters off guard. Eventually with some well played coaxing, Gavin agreed and Carr had walked away victorious.

Gavin finally found the bar and a place to park and braved the cold as he walked across the small parking lot and towards the pub’s front door, pulling his ever present tan trench coat closer to his body, teeth chattering humorously before he slipped into the dimmed and stagnant atmosphere of the bar. Barely anyone looked up upon his arrival, more interested in there liquor, conversation, or game of pool. He met eyes with one man, and Gavin nodded in a shallow display of friendliness and moved towards the bar and sat on one of the stools. After a few moments the bartender took his order, just a glass of Guinness for now, to start off easily. The man set it down in front of Gavin and he slid his money over and thanked him. His numb hand gripped the glass tightly and raised it to his pale lips, downing a strong sip. Gavin set the glass down and whipped the foam from his lips with a satisfied exhalation, eyes moving casually around the bar, waiting for his partner to arrive, and hoping he was at the right bar.

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