Cadet Zuri t'Vreek

[lacelle]

ZURI t'VREEK

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Zuri t'Vreek.
RACE: Half-Romulan {see signature for physical proof ;D}
AGE: 18
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'4 {though Romulans as a species are generally rather large and strong, due to her human ancestry, she ended up on the smallish side, about two inches smaller than the average Romulan female}
WEIGHT: Around 125 lbs
BIRTHPLACE: Somewhere on the planet Remus, though raised on Romulus.

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Not yet.
STARFLEET RANK: Cadet
MEDICAL RANK: --
STUDIES: Ethnology, Linguistics, Xenology, Xenolinguistics, Psychology
DIVISION: Cadet
JOB TITLE: Student
OTHER: --

STRENGTHS:

• Intelligent {being half Romulan, she is naturally quite intelligent, though not quite as disciplined and focused on her studies as full Romulans her age.}
  
• Clever and innovative {ideas come easily to her, and she has a very creative side that she will often let show in her daily life.}
  
• Skilled {Zuri has a deep fascination for other cultures and languages, likely stemming from being a child of two different species and cultures herself. She spent a large part of her childhood teaching herself bits and pieces of various alien and human languages and learning as much about other cultures as she could, including the internal psychology of the people within them. Because of this, she is strong in linguistics alien and human alike, as well as generally knowledgeable of the bigger pictures-- IE, what exists around her.}
  
• Persuasive
  
• Reliable {being raised in a strict society that places great importance on uniform behavior and general promptness at all times, reliability is one thing you can count on Zuri for. If she gives you her word, it is truly difficult for her to go back on it, even out of anger or contempt.}

WEAKNESSES:

• Disinterested {tends to seem rather unsympathetic to others' problems or feelings, often speaking with sarcasm or rolling her eyes in response instead of taking things seriously.}
  
• Judgemental {not intentionally, but.. hey, Romulans certainly aren't the most accepting of beings.}
  
• Sensitive, self conscious {she tries to keep this to herself as much as she can}
  
• Stubborn
  
• Easily loses focus or becomes distracted

PERSONAL
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APPEARANCE:
Zuri's most noticeable physical trait would, of course, have to be her naturally erect ears, which she tends to sort of spite a little bit due to what they represent on her, but in their actual physical appearance have kind of sort of a teensy bit grown on her over the years. They're kind of... quirky. {But you'd never hear her admitting that.}

She has a dark, somewhat defined brow bone which is not quite as prominent or pokey-outey as her full-species relatives, but it is definitely there. She rather dislikes it, thinking it makes her look ridiculous, so she tries to keep her bangs to a length that will thoroughly mask it.

She doesn't exactly love the Romulan fashion sense either, finding the stereotypical square-shouldered, staid, uniform look to be a little bit behind the times and, to put it plainly, stupid and boxy. Her body is not shaped like a box, so why should it have to look like one? Against the wishes of her guardians, she prefers to dress in more human-esque attire which flatter her form a bit more and present a bit nicer of a color palette than the beyond-overdone grey-and-green look they so cherish.

PERSONALITY:
Much of Zuri's personality stems from the way she was raised, and the way in which that Romulan upbringing conflicts with the human half of her. The first impression one might get from her would likely assume her thick-skinned and truthfully, a bit less than approachable. This is understandable given that traits like sarcasm come quite easily to her, though she's not necessarily unfriendly, especially once you get to know her. While it's not as though Zuri doesn't care about others-- she is very much an emotional being, after all-- she's simply overly used to being among the constant dramatics that make up the Romulan people. With them, everything is taken with such emphasis and passion and vigor that over time, for the half-human girl, it simply became predictable... and truthfully, rather exasperating at times. Because of this, she can come off as somewhat disinterested or insensitive, rolling her eyes, using sarcasm, and just not taking the situations and problems of others as seriously as they might like her to. She's just kind of sick of dramatics in general, even though, looking at it from another side, it is exactly that passionate nature that causes her to be so deeply invested in her cultural and psychological studies.

This stride with which she lives carries further through her social surroundings and the way in which she interacts with her peers. She is intelligent and she definitely knows it, especially around her fellow Starfleet students, where she generally holds rank towards the top of her class and is frequently plagued by wonder as to how certain classmates of hers even managed to reach the level of schooling at which they reside. Romulan nature is to be cunning and gain power where they can, acting on opportunity, and using emotion to their advantage. Being raised in this society has taught Zuri the art of persuasion, how to maximize on her surroundings, and ultimately gain from it. Though she does use this skill, she does so with a slightly different motive; not so much to gain anything, power or otherwise, but usually for more minor triumphs such as convincing the irritating little blonde in her Psychology lecture that some unknown alien starship blew up Mercury last night. ;]

When you get right down to it, however, Zuri's actions could easily be called a front, at least partly, used to cover up the emotional nature that lies within. Though she does a good job not showing it, she is really quite sensitive and even self-conscious, especially among the students at Starfleet Academy. Though her features are much less defined than a full Romulan, and logically she knows that most of her peers probably can't immediately discern between a Romulan and a Vulcan, if at all, unless informed, she still cannot help but feel the judgmental eyes burning into her as she walks by, ears pointing incriminatingly for the world to see. There are days that she truly wishes she might have instead been born of Vulcan blood... what good did such over-emotion ever do for anyone, anyway?

HISTORY:
A long time ago, a Romulan man and a human woman joined together and created a little girl between them, naming her after her Romulan grandmother as well as, subtly, her human grandmother. This is one of the only things Zuri Sophia t'Vreek knows for sure about her birth parents and, consequentially, her own biological history. Born in darkness in an uninhabited area of the neighboring planet Remus, the baby girl was beloved by her parents and the intention was that they would leave the aggressive, antagonistic planet as a family and create a peaceful life for themselves, perhaps on Earth or somewhere with less animosity surrounding everything. However, they never quite made it that far-- Zuri's mother was killed by a Romulan guard, thinking the human woman a spy-- and accusing Zuri's father of helping her.

For her father's fear that something might happen to his baby daughter, Zuri ultimately ended up under the care of her father's sister and her husband, who had been unable to have children themselves. Thus, they took in Zuri as one of their own, determined to raise her in a "proper Romulan fashion." They raised her with Romulan morals and values as best they could, but as she grew older, Zuri found that her human ancestry proved itself very difficult to ignore. She didn't have the firm, structured, aggressive nature that her relatives took for granted, and more and more she found herself pulling away from what was expected of her. She was unhappy with her surroundings, rebelling in many ways where she found opportunity, being able to recite her uncle's stern lectures right along with him, her eyes rolling exasperatedly all the while.

She found the expectations of her to be overwhelming, and when she became of age, she squeezed her eyes shut, held her breath, and requested to attend Starfleet Academy rather than the Romulan higher educational alternative, feeling that she would inevitably find it easier to fit in there, and ultimately more bearable. She was, of course, uproariously refused this by her uncle who hated the federation and everything it stood for, so one night, as only a half-human, half-Romulan likely could, she managed to sneak out and hopped the next pod to Earth. Aaaand.. here she is. :D

[Note: if this is implausible in any way, please let me know? I tried to do as much Romulan research as I could, but I had a tiny bit of difficulty deciding how strict the Roms actually were, regarding humans. So. Yes. I apologize if I overlooked something really retarded, haha.]

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Lacey!
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: Something like 7 years now.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: You advertised on Paradise Pier, where I'm a main admin.
DID YOU READ THE RULES: nanananananananabatmaaaan. >.> sorry, i fail. pilgrim. >.>
RP SAMPLE:

This is a post made for my character Gabrielle Boone, created to represent the Disney character "Boo" from Monsters, Inc. Just so nobody is confused by the context. xD

Gabrielle really hated her major. She thought about how much she hated her major as she stalked the entire way towards the Paradise Pier Memorial Library. The entire morning she'd been stuck at a field trip for her Child Psychology classes at which they were "given the opportunity" {read: forced} to work with actual children who needed actual psychological help, because they were "ready" by then to do so... kind of like an unofficial internship. The children weren't all that psychologically weird-- Gabby doubted that the school would expose its students to that kind of danger-- however, they were still weirdo children, and Gabby found that incredibly uncomfortable, especially considering the general disdain she held for child psychology while everyone else around her found it "fascinating." That was why they had chosen that major. Gabby had not chosen her major; it had been chosen for her by her lovely parents, who had felt that by exposing Gabby to the psychological problems of other people's children, they might in turn end up curing their own child of her "psychological problems."

Hmph. That was all Gabby had to say to that. Hmmmmph. They would see. Gabby would invent some foolproof machine to help her hunt down monsters, and then they would see! In fact, that was what she had been planning to start on all day long-- her new invention. However, she couldn't do that until she had completed her session with the stupid psycho kids, and so, there she had sat.

The first kid they had brought her was a little boy who was afraid of the dark. That hadn't been so bad; all Gabby had had to do was listen to the kid blubber when she turned the lights off and then hear out the mother's concerns about it, after which she informed them both {straight from the cheat sheet she'd printed out for herself from her textbook and notes the night before} that such a condition was completely normal, and that he should get over it in a few years, and to take him back only if he did not. Afterwards, the little boy had told her that he wasn't really afraid of the dark, that he was just afraid that the monsters were going to come out from underneath his bed and get him.

Gabby could have done many things in the situation that had been presented to her. She could have patiently smiled and informed the child that the monsters weren't going to come out from underneath his bed and get him-- which, in her defense, she had told him that, and had she stopped there, all would have been perfectly fine and dandy. However, she had not stopped there. Gabby had proceeded to inform him that the monsters "don't come from under the bed, that would be retarded. What if they bumped their head or something?! It's probably really uncomfortable down there, and, like, how many things do you shove under your bed at night? If they were gonna come from anywhere, it would obviously be your closet. You don't have a walk-in closet, do you?"

It was only after looking from the horrified child to his equally horrified mother that she'd realized she probably shouldn't have added that closet bit, and she ended up having to apologize profusely to the back of the woman's head as she hurried her child towards the door, with a glare back in Gabrielle's direction.

No, it had not been a good day for Boo. However, she was out to change that. That was why she had come to the library. She had to do more research, and by throwing herself into her passion-- monsters, of course-- she could {hopefully} forget her complete uselessness in the field of child psychology.

"Hmmmmmmph," she grumbled into her giant, red textbook on urban legends. She ran her finger over a photo of a blueish-tinged furry monster that reminded her of the one from her past-- her past that everyone insisted was a dream. "I wonder if there are psychologists in the monster world..."

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

ACCEPTED

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PS I'm so happy you researched! I can tell!