NR. KOKO EMERSON

[koko]

Koko Emerson

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Koko Branwen Emerson
RACE: Human.
AGE: 24.
GENDER: Female.
HEIGHT: 5 feet 11 inches / 180cm
WEIGHT: 140 lbs / 64 kg (on a good day)
BIRTHPLACE: Earth, Wales.

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes.
STARFLEET RANK: ---
MEDICAL RANK: Nurse.
STUDIES: Anatomy, Biology, Psychology, Psychiatry, Pediatrics, Literature .
OTHER: N/A.


ATTRIBUTES:

STRENGTHS:

[/size] Lying, Listening (when interested), Loyal, Her job when she's actually working, Curiosity and learning, Finding something to laugh at in most situations, Finding the positive even if it doesn’t look that way.

WEAKNESSES: Fails to read the situation correctly, Usually speaks before thinking, Horrible spelling and handwriting, Lacks eloquence in speaking, Lacks grace in general, Impulsive, Overemotional and overly devoting, Horrible leadership skills.

PERSONAL
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APPEARANCE:
If anyone asked, Koko would say that she inherited her mother’s good looks and her father’s height and disposition. Truth be told, she does not have the slightest idea who she looks like in her family, though it has been speculated that Koko resembles her mother’s sister. With her mother standing at a magnificent height (for her nationality) of 5 feet n9 inches, and her father towering at 6 feet 2 inches, Koko grew into the happy medium of 5 feet 11 inches; a height, that she says, does not even provide a satisfying intimidation factor. She is slim, like the majority of the women on her mother’s side of the family, which seems to add an extra inch to her height (that and the platform-heeled boots she insists on wearing). At first glance she has a boyish figure. But when one gets a side view of her, the small curved of her womanhood are clearly defined by her uniform. Yes, she has a very gentle figure: small breasts, tiny waist, moderately curved hips. It works for her, for an overly-large figure would get in the way of work and weight her down by her reasoning.

Koko’s face is shaped somewhere between an oval and a heart, wide and long towards the top, slanting down to a small chin. Her skin is smooth and unblemished, colored in a pale honey tone. Almond shaped eyes are deep brown beneath thinly sculpted eyebrows and long black lashes, evenly set apart by a nose that is close to, but not quite, “button-like.” Her lips are full and a light pinkish-tan, generally in the process of turning upwards into a small smile or her famous wicked smirk. Finally, her hair is a range of numerous shades of brown. It is usually chopped in a feathery, somewhat messy shortness at her chin, or shoulder-length wispy waves that run wild unless pulled back from her face.

When she is working, or at least quiet, she is very demure in her expressions. Of course it does not last long, for the moment she opens her mouth to say anything, her eyes light up mischievously, and the whole illusion that she is a calm, sweet, young lady has vanished forever.

Fashion sense? With what limited wardrobe choice there is on the ship, there is no ability or time to be fashionable. But there is no way in hell that Koko is agreeing wear the ladies’ uniform. She tried it on to see how it looked, discovered that you can’t take a girl of her height and figure, stick her in a short skirt, and expect her to come out looking like a model. So she stole a men’s uniform and lives her days wearing pants, much to her delight.
((If the uniform isn’t acceptable, just tell me and I’ll change it.))

PERSONALITY:
Koko is, simply put, fun-loving. Anything that makes her laugh, anything that makes her smile, anything, anything, anything is what she loves. From dancing on the tables to eating a piece of candy, if it makes her feel good, she’ll do it. But don’t get her wrong. She’s calmed down quite a bit since her near-death experience. Now while she is not proud of what she is done, she will not deny the fact that she was young and stupid at some point (and still is, as she will point out, just not as badly). Really, if anyone asked her about the experiences, she would tell the stories of her past life with as much detail as she could remember.

Despite how she smiles, there seems to be an underlying anger beneath everything she says. Not that she is constantly angry; she would get tired of herself quickly if she was. But there is a large amount of cynicism in her words. But overall she is the average girl with a dirty mind, laughing at raunchy jokes (though she can’t tell one decently to save her life), and enjoying spending time with her friends. She is very social, the sort of person to pop up randomly in a group of individuals who have no idea who she is, not bother to introduce herself, and get absorbed in the conversation like she has been there the entire time.

She is stubborn but relatively easy-going. She likes to sing, but only indulges herself when he believes no one is listening (partly because of her Welsh accent). As far as people can see, she has little sense of shame or tact. When she is ashamed, she has usually done something very wrong and is feeling very regretful over it. And she can be tactful, though it is far easier to be candid. Koko is one of those strong-willed and flirty people who is very hard to forget, but will very happily forget you.

But that is what she wants everyone to see. Inside, there is still that timid little girl that feels like she is hiding in everyone else’s shadow, too afraid of stepping forward for fear she might do something wrong. She has been hurt quite a few times, and though she realizes that it shapes her and makes her stronger when she copes with it healthily, she is also frightened of commitment to any one person or group of friends. When she is disappointed in herself, she masks it with frustration, generally losing her temper at herself though it seems like she is taking it out on the people around her. And sometimes when she is just sick of it all, all the pent up emotions come forth. Thankfully this does not happen very often, and when it does she is mostly able to keep herself under control until she returns to her quarters and calm herself down.

You could say that she is still trying to grow up, determined to follow in her siblings’ footsteps, but feeling very inadequate in the process.

HISTORY:
Koko was born to Harumi Odaka and Caradoc Emerson. Harumi was born and raised in Japan, moving to England for college, eventually becoming a Literature professor. It was in England that she met her future husband, Welsh violinist and music teacher, Caradoc Emerson. They both were teachers at the same university. With Caradoc being eleven years Harumi’s senior, and having only known each other a few months, no one believed that they could have a long-lasting, successful relationship.

But a marriage, ten years, and two sons and a daughter later, Koko arrived, the fourth and final child to the Emerson family on a visit back to Caradoc’s homeland. It is still unconfirmed why her parents named her Koko, but Branwen was a traditional name in Caradoc’s family. Koko prefers to go by her middle name, because who could take someone with a name like “Koko” seriously? In the end, Branwen was the name she lived by, with only her nearest and dearest allowed to call her by her first name.

A doting mother and a workaholic father was three older siblings was Koko’s family. She was the baby, the most protected and the one receiving the most attention. She played dress-up with her older sisters and rough-housed with her older brothers the way children do, stole her siblings toys and books, ate hurriedly because she was not sure how much food her brothers would leave for her plate. Everything was happy and pleasant as she climbed trees and made mud pies. Of course, her father instilled music theory in her mind, tried to teach her the violin the way he had taught her eldest brother. To this day, she still only knows about five songs, but has no intention of continuing to learn the instrument. She preferred her mother’s art of the books. At the end of the day, after the mud was scrubbed away and the scraped up knees cleaned up, Koko loved to read and have books read to her. Life was good.

She was eight when the accident occurred. It was just the two of them driving along when a larger vehicle crashed into them. Koko’s small size had been her protection. Her mother had not been so fortunate. It felt like years that she waited there for someone to come to her rescue. Someone had always been there to save her from the horrors or real life, bullying in school or the death of a pet. Now she was alone on a street, surrounded by unfamiliar faces. Ever since she has suffered from nightmares, and she cannot get into a car without feeling fear. She learned how to drive well enough to pass the exam, but only because she was proving to her brothers that she could.

It was then that family changed. Caradoc moved them back to Wales so be could became more absorbed in his work; teaching at a new school and trying to compose a few last pieces of music before his he grew too old to hold the bow. Her siblings were focusing on school and their love lives. Koko never felt so alone. And it was that lonesomeness which pushed her towards rebellion.

Puberty came and so did the angst of teenage years and awkward growth spurts. Knowing that there was no one watching her, she fell into everything that a young teenage girl was not supposed to participate in. She does not remember much about those few years of her life. There were drugs, alcohol, sex. Most clearly of all she remembers the disappointed look in her father’s eyes when he picked her up from the hospital after her reckless overdose and stomach-pumping. While other eighteen year old girls may have been furious at their father and screamed all of those excuses about how no one understood her, Koko was quiet for the first time in a long time. Because without his even saying so, she knew that he understood her reason.

It could have been called an epiphany, the realization that everything she had been doing with her life amounted to nothing. She was hanging out with the wrong crowds, doing all the wrong things. It was time to start over. So she followed in her brothers’ footsteps and shipped herself off to the Starfleet Academy, keeping herself busier than busy with her studies so as not be sidetracked with the temptation that other people waved about. She had a romance or three, each ending very badly (one was abusive, one was a cheat, the other turned out to be homosexual in denial).

And finally she graduated, maybe not with the job she was looking for, but being a nurse was nothing to scoff at.

Family Members
Father - Caradoc Bryn Emerson (69)
Mother - Harumi Odaka-Emerson (43 – deceased)
Eldest Brother – Dillon Kai Emerson (32)
Older Sister – Yuuki Gwyneth Emerson-Potts. (30)
Other Brother – Kieran Firenze Emerson [Firenze = Italy’s Florence] (27)

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Koko
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: 4-5 years.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: Proboards Support advertisement.
RP SAMPLE:

She was barely in the door before beginning to peel her outer garments off, dropping them inconsiderately on the floor, and leaving a nice trail of messiness towards the bed area. Koko loved doing these little things to annoy her roommate. Where was the fun in campus life if there was no dormitory drama occurring? Walking down the hall during the evening hours was the prime time to find juicy new ways to continue the attacks at the roommate frontline; it was the entire reason Koko made it her goal to return from the library at this hour. One corridor down , the twins were arguing over clothing, three doors across the hall someone had accidentally eaten the other occupants food, and then there was the usual questioning about who was coming into the dorm when the other person was not present.

That was one of Koko’s favorite pastimes. She’d retire for the night extra before her roommate got up, just to wake up early and whisper soft “farewells” by the door, just loud enough for so-and-so to hear, make a few obnoxious kissing noises, and rearrange the dishes in the kitchen area to make it look as though she had not been alone in the ungodly hours of the morning. It was all for the reward of watching her snoop around in the garbage, looking for a used condom or something like that, after examining the towels to see that they had been used and that there was a little less toothpaste in the container than there had been last night.

But messiness was a form of art in itself. One really had to study a person just to know how much would annoy him or her, how much would be irritating, and how much would send ’em off the deep end. Koko had the time of her life rearranging the magazines, shoving a book under the couch cushion, or hiding a bag under the bed. You would think that Koko had far too much time on her hands. But the truth was simple: Her roommate was far too easy of a person to irritate, and her buttons were right there in the open just begging to be pushed. Besides, there was something amusing about watching the other girl begin to lose her temper, only to calm down after reminding herself that she was greater and beyond these childish games.

And childish they were, Koko would be the first the admit that. But having few friends in the academy, and just recently having ended a relationship, Koko Branwen Emerson was out to find some way of having a good time without having to rely on a drink or another person to fulfill that emptiness that Friday evenings seemed to bring. Apart from her roommate, Koko would swear that she was the only person to not have a date on this beautiful night. But she was happy for all of those people that did. She was going to have the time of her life listening to her roommates ranting over this particular mess.

Now wearing nothing but her underwear, Koko sprawled out on her bed, trying to let as much air reach her skin as possible. The room was stuffy; the air conditioning still had not been fixed. How was that even possible? The school was supposed to be on top of these things. Ah well. She rolled over, feeling the stickiness of her skin pulling at the bedding.

There it was. The door opened and the familiar step tread lightly across the floor…mess completely unnoticed. Something was wrong. Koko sat up as the other girl entered the room and headed straight for the dresser, pulling out the finest piece of clothing she had.

“You never wear that,” Koko commented quietly, eyes widening as the other objects were brought out into plain sight, “You never wear jewelry either. Or makeup.” The realization was the dawn of the horror, “You have a date!”

But the other girl just looked at her in disdain, sniffing once before she was gone without a word.

Koko fell back onto the bed, watching the spots form before her eyes and float across the ceiling. The taste of bile mingled with blood in her mouth. She stopped biting her lip, rolling over again and burying her head under the pillow.

She felt miserable.

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((I feel I should explain that I used Dr. McCoy's app as a reference in the experience area with the Starfleet/Medical rank. I apologize if anything is wrong. I got a bit confused. Happy to make adjustments if/when needed.))

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

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