ENS. KARTIK LAWRENCE

[kartikeya]

KARTIKEYA LAWRENCE

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Kartikeya 'Kartik' Lawrence
RACE: Human
AGE: 20
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6'2
WEIGHT: 160 lbs
BIRTHPLACE: Earth, Chennai

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes
STARFLEET RANK: Ensign
MEDICAL RANK: None
STUDIES: Advanced Hand-To-Hand Combat, Survival Strategies, Tactical Analysis

DIVISION: Operations
JOB TITLE: Tactical
OTHER: None

STRENGTHS:
Motivated
Intelligent
Hand-to-hand combatant
Adaptability
Likability (really - he's likable - unless you're his boss)
Creative

WEAKNESSES:
His family
Short temper
Unpredictable (which makes him somewhat untrustworthy/unreliable)
Not that strong...he is a dodger in a fight, against a tough guy he'd probably lose
Hot-headed - he can be quite reckless
Naivete (yeah...he is...)

PERSONAL
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APPEARANCE:
Kartik is one of those who can look either very silly or very handsome depending on the mood, the size of his smile, and even the angle at which he is viewed. At 6'2 and 160 pounds, he is a very slender young man with not a lot of muscle. His hair is a little shaggy but not long, very black, and often pushed back with one hand. His mocha skin is reminiscent of his Indian heritage. To some, he is very handsome with an angular face, and a small but full mouth that can stretch into a wild smile or purse into a deeply disapproving frown. Black eyebrows deepen his striking black eyes, and his strong jawline sinks into a long neck. His silly elf-like ears can offset this entire look of macho sensuality - if his expression allows it. Otherwise, you really don't notice and are too taken in by the intensity of his gaze. Kartik wears any number of colors when he's not in uniform, but he'll stick to red, blue, black, and white t-shirts with black pants and boots mostly. Sometimes he'll dress up and look sharp, but mostly it's casual wear.

PERSONALITY:
[A/N: Evidently I have a thing for mythological Gods, as I keep using them to describe my characters]. Kartikeya may be named after the Indian God of War, but he is far from a fire-breathing strategist bent on setting the world aflame and cursing all to destruction. Rather, he can be strongly likened to the Norse God Loki - mischief and tricky! Miles might like Kartik's sense of humor more than anyone else, but maybe I'm mistaken. At any rate, Kartik is strongly confident in himself and how he presents himself to people. He's one of those people who will be told to do something and answer: "no," - then do it anyway. For a period of time. After a long time has gone by and people get used to him, he'll say 'no' and then not do it at all - or do it a completely different way. Kartik is very intelligent and can come up with multiple solutions to problems. Combine that with a general disrespect towards authority and you have a chaotic little bomb ticking happily away - surrounded by weapons. Whoever gave this guy a gun was an idiot.

Cocky, self-confident, and polite - you wouldn't expect those three qualities to coexist inside a person at the same time, but Kartik is known to surprise those around him. He is utterly capricious, in that you have no idea how he's going to react to anything around him. He's unpredictable, and he loves it. He can charm the pants off of one woman, and completely offend the next without so much as batting an eye. It's not so much a gift as he really just doesn't care how he acts. Childish? Sure. But just try to make him grow up.

Put Pavel Chekov on a sugar high and you have half of Kartik's energy. Bouncy and eager to fly off on some new adventure, he's been called hotheaded, annoying, vivacious, and dangerous all in one sentence by the same person. However, not all negative words have negative meanings. Kartik's energy can and will be focused at times into working through problems, into almost delusional selflessness, and occasionally into outright madness, (distant cousin of Jack Sparrow perhaps?). He can have insanely creative, insanely frightening ideas - and the will to enact them.

So does he ever calm down? Oh yes. Oh yes, this man can serious up very fast if you touch on any of the sensitive subjects of his life. Kartik has a will, a motivation, a drive. He's not a goofball 24/7. When the wrath is called down upon him or certain subjects are brought up, his eyes will flash or glitter, all traces of laughter disappear from his face, and his voice will deepen. Only in these moments can you tell that Kartik is truly more of a man than he acts. Unfortunately, he often doesn't act this way, mostly because he doesn't want to remember the dark things he has seen. His life is about having fun and protecting those around him.

To summarize: Kartik is a goofball. He's somewhat immature, funny, tricky, sneaky, somewhat disrespectful, rather respectful, sometime serious, always motivated, always energetic, and generally fun to be around if you're on his level. (If you're not, he's probably pissing you off).

HISTORY:
Kartikeya was born in the bustling and busy city of Mumbai, India, to an upper-middle-class family that included a protective and loving older sister and a sickly mother. With his American father often gone on business and his mother often bedridden, Kartik often had to depend on Deepa (his older sister), to provide for him. The family wasn't poor, and Lakshmi (his mother), was getting some of the best treatment she could in India, but Kartik still lived a fairly basic life. He was already a funny child, making up silly stories to make his mother laugh and then often writing them down. As he got older and began to walk and talk on his own, he gradually got more independent, often shouting at his sister for doing something for him that he could have done for himself (whether or not he could have actually done it). He also began to help out his mother as much as possible - and slowly grew to hate his father. It was mostly a child's hatred - without much reason, as Deepa didn't share it. But Kartik could not understand why his father traveled so much when his mother was sickly. He didn't understand that his father was the sole reason the family could even afford to keep the medical care they did. Or at least - he didn't understand until his father was taken away from them.

Around the age of seven, Kartik was turning into quite a little trickster. With friends he gained at school, he soon formed a little posse of kids that became quite famous for pulling some fairly large pranks around the schoolyard, ranging from annoying (hiding a pile of ribbons stolen from girls' hair), to downright blasphemous (stealing a statue of Lord Ganesha). At first the school psychologist said Kartik was 'acting out' because of the absence of his father on all of his trips, but Kartik himself later replied that it wasn't because of his dad - it was just because it was fun to cause trouble, and since he could legally only cause real trouble when he was a kid, why not do it now? Child's logic did not make others turn a blind eye, but at least a reason had been given. Unfortunately, as Kartik grew, so did his pranks.

When Kartik was around fourteen years of age, he encountered pirates for the first time. It was more of a 'he saw them' situation than them actually attacking him, but they raided parts of Mumbai for goods. He had heard of pirates, but never seen any in action, and so watched with wide, surprised eyes. Needing to steal for food and stealing money had never been an issue with him, though he had acquired quite light fingers thanks to his own mischievousness, and his little gang that he had acquired when he was around seven had grown with him. The group watched silently as the pirates ran through town, stealing, and followed as they reached their destination and shook money out of the pockets of a frightened Indian businessman. As they left, Kartik noticed a young face in the crowd - a flash of a beautiful Indian girl. He at first wanted to chase after her to make sure she was all right, but soon her bouncing ponytail revealed that she was part of the pirates, not the frightened mob.

Images of the girl haunted Kartik for the next year. Her face swam in and out of focus, as he had not gotten a truly good look at it. He continued to raise hell for those around him, but as he began to mature and calm down from his childlike ways (a feat never fully accomplished), his thoughts began to turn to the future and how he would now provide for his bedridden mother and tired sister. He had a sharp, quick mind, a good grasp of analysis and strategy, and it slowly became his goal to work for the Indian government. A reason for choosing this that he would never reveal was that he could find the pirates perhaps, and see the girl - but most of his decision did lie in the point of helping his family.

And then his father disappeared. Along with his money.

The news came to Kartik like a speeding car. He had not been home when it happened, but his father's name was specifically mentioned. Racing there, Kartik discovered the family accounts stolen, his father gone, and his mother dead, seemingly from a heart attack brought on by too much fear in a frail body. The young man was utterly ripped apart, sinking to the floor with a howl of agony, and not moving for hours. Pirates were the cause - of that there had been no question. The American businessman in India, saving up all his money to help his sickly wife. Hospital bills were high, which meant lots of money, which shone primary target for anyone willing to try. And someone had. The same group of pirates bearing the same girl that had haunted Kartik for a year.

The Indian government was not enough for Kartikeya Lawrence. He would not sit in his country and wait for the pirates to come back. He was going to go out there after them, avenge the death of his mother, find his father, and save his sister. He joined Starfleet and reverted slightly back to his childish ways of making everyone laugh. A goofball is a good cover, particularly when one can cause trouble for practice...

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Sarabeth
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: 3-4 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: RPG-D
DID YOU READ THE RULES: batman pilgrim (I thought there were two words...)
RP SAMPLE:
[from this site]
Sarabeth Morini did not often drink. In fact, she rarely if at all put alcohol in her system. It wasn't that she couldn't hold it, nor was it because she was a superlightweight, (which she wasn't, thank you very much). But she just didn't understand the 'fun' that came from dancing on a table naked to some Orion sex song or loudly confessing your love to someone and not even remembering it the next day. What about that was 'fun'? And what about it wasn't just 'pathetic'?

All that said and done, after the confrontation between Miles Timber, Pavel Chekov, and herself, Sarabeth knew without even asking that she needed a drink. Dearly. The emotions of the confrontation had left her feeling completely drained, and of course Miles coming on to her afterwards had been completely confusing and even a little frightening to the soft-spoken ensign.

Men. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered with them at all. Chekov clearly had no idea she was interested in him, despite her many blabbering moments, and Miles exuded sex to such a degree that Sarabeth wondered how any sane woman could remain around him for any length of time. Maybe it would be best just to back off for the time being, wait and see if any man came to her instead of going after someone who seemed so unreachable.

Except - four years of waiting and four years of an unchanged mind told her that letting go was going to be harder than she thought.

Nope. Not thinking about it tonight. Tonight she would drink. Tonight she was on shore leave and she was going to meet some new people and try to unwind before all the memories of her job and all the pressures of a security officer returned.

She strode into the bar, wearing a black bodysuit and leggings, her hair down and sexy around her shoulders, her eyes smoky and lips red. It was not very often at al that Sarabeth accentuated her beauty, but again today...she needed to feel confident and set apart. She could do that with the right clothes and the right makeup.

She came in in time to hear a Vulcan woman dismiss a potential flirt with such icy cruelty that Sarabeth actually clapped her hands. The sound might have been heard by the Vulcan's sharp hearing, but to human ears the sound was drowned out by the music and chatter. She noticed a friendly, open exotic sitting at the same, a handsome young man buying her a drink, and she tried not to smile. Her game plan laid itself out in her head. First, she would get a drink and look around. Second, when she saw someone she knew, she would approach.

Unless someone approached her first.

Sarabeth slid up to the bar and ordered a drink. She was fairly close to the Vulcan, but didn't move to engage in conversation as she assumed the Vulcan would likely wish to avoid human contact after the smackdown.

[arc]

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