LT. CMDR. T'LAE

[dee]

T’LAE

BASICS
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FULL NAME: T’Lae ; She has been known to take up 'Lae' when visiting Earth oustide of Starfleet, as to feel less 'alien'.
RACE: Vulcan.
AGE: twenty-eight.
GENDER: female.
HEIGHT: 5’9”
WEIGHT: 137 lbs.
BIRTHPLACE: Vulcan.

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes.
STARFLEET RANK: Lieutenant Commander.
MEDICAL RANK: n / a
STUDIES: psychology / exopsychology, space psychology & astrophysics.
DIVISION: Sciences.
JOB TITLE: Science Officer.
OTHER: Subcommander – Vulcan High Command

ATTRIBUTES:.

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 4
INTELLIGENCE: 9
SPEED: 7
LEADERSHIP: 4

UNARMED COMBAT: 8
MELEE WEAPONS: 2
RANGED WEAPONS: 5

PERSONAL
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APPEARANCE:
Blessed with more than just logic, T’Lae has a pretty face to boot. With royally high cheekbones, the grey eyes of Athena, well-kept dark brown locks and a smile, though rarely offered, that could set the world on fire, this young Vulcan is a contender among the top. Her eyes are large and open, despite their colorless appearance. It would seem she has more behind them than what her cold exterior might sum up to be.

These features fall upon an altogether angular face, much like many of her people. The pale complexion of her skin is farther accentuated with the light green hue behind it, most prominent around her eyes. Tapered ears and eyebrows farther agree with her race, though her russet hair is let alone to grow and has thus gained a nearly unmanageable length. She fixes this with a few well placed knots and pins to keep her hair up and out of the way, unless no one is around to question. Standing near six foot, she can be a rather imposing creature. Otherwise, her structure is soft despite her hard features. Graced with all things feminine and burdened with her duty, she does as she must, however conflicting it may be.

Generally holding herself above others, while she means nothing by it, T’Lae gives herself an almost arrogant air. She walks chin up, eyes forward and intent on whatever she chooses to be doing at the moment. Giving no leeway to those who act more upon emotion than mind, she acts as an impassive entity for her diminished people.

PERSONALITY:
Striving towards the customary expectations of her youth and her people, T’Lae is no exception. From the time of her childhood on Vulcan she has reached for the highest of intellectual boundaries, which she took to in leaps and bounds. Thus, she is a curious creature when it comes to education, wishing nothing more than to know everything she is offered to know and beyond. However, this is a factor of her mind, this yearning for knowledge, and so she has met those who have surpassed her. None the less, she takes great pride in her experiences and adds her own idea to the pool when given the chance. This has brought her to many great things, as well as the worse side of it. Jealousy is a growing being she is in no control of and she seems to be caught up in it, at times, when she speaks against someone who believes what they say to be law. As she, of course, likes to think of herself correct when she does include her voice to another’s.

At times she believes her choice to retain some form of emotion, to not fully rid herself of the burden, a mistake. When emotion finally wins over logic, and she does throw herself at whatever she was acting over, she wonders why she didn’t do it. Purge all emotions, it sounds so easy. And yet, she knows the answer. Being emotional is a way to connect, which being emotionless is a fine path to becoming some cold lurker within the universe. For lack of a better word, she was scared of becoming a ghost to others. Perhaps not with her own kind, who look down upon outbursts, but humans. The humans she holds so close, for their smiles and tears. For their mistakes and triumphs. Perhaps it was the longing to be so careless. Either way, it was emotion that stopped her and logic that lost, for she still feels the things that burden her race and is forced to hide them.

With her education spanning from the Vulcan Science Academy to Starfleet Academy, T’Lae has not only become more open towards individual ideas, but more accepting of them. She has learned that there isn’t always one way to do something, however illogical, but there can be better answers if only one would think outside the box. Of course, many of her fellow graduates from Starfleet still look at her like some sort of anomaly, she has learned to acknowledge then instead of turning a cheek to their stares. She’s learned that, more often than not, people respond better to kindness than a conversation about psychology or astrophysics, however much she enjoys the topics. Still covering up most of her emotion, she lets the slightest of smile peek through when the situation calls for it. Whether that is her hatred for having to bottle herself up or habit finally breaking, even she isn’t sure. Either or, she is still Vulcan, and still confuses to living hell out of people a good ninety percent of the time despite it all.

HISTORY:
T’Lae was born on Vulcan, on a normal day, at a normal time. To a common pair of Vulcan parents, betrothed at a young age, joined as usual and given life to their single child just the same. Her childhood was as it should have been, filled to the brim with her parent’s wishing her to be logical and whatnot, telling her to study and be altogether focused on her education. Which she was, easily passing through her schooling with high marks. Not only was she completely bent on success, but set on riding herself of her pesky emotions as well. She had decided at a young age that, although she was capable of holding them back easier than most her age, she would complete her training and the kolinahr.

It wasn’t until her preteen years than she began to truly question emotions, to think of them as not so much of a bad thing, but simply something that had to be mastered. None the less, she was steadfast in her training and set off to complete kahs-wan during this time. Ten days she melted in the harsh conditions of Vulcan, alone and without anything but her mind to keep her well. Given the fact all there was to do was think, this is what she did, and growing impatient despite herself by the seventh day, she cast away her prior decisions of ridding herself of emotion during her life. She found it foolish, though she got through the trials she faced and returning to her home with this new outlook. She kept it to herself, seeming as she had before and continued on with life as it was.

When the time came, she applied to the Vulcan Academy of Science under the interest of exopsychology and space psychology, as well as astrophysics. Her curiosity of the mind was unfathomable. The same went for space, how it worked and existed, and thus came her topics of study. A few eyebrows were raised at the odd combination, but she was accepted. What with such high marks in all her years of school and nothing to hold her back, there was no reason not to. She took to it immediately, becoming more and more aware of the mind and all its workings. Astrophysics was a whole different idea. She’d taken it out of her wishes to learn, of course, but also as a fall back if her plans fell apart. You see, out of her curiosity for humans bloomed her need to know more about them and how they functioned. This went with all other races, however, as she was suddenly thrown into the wish to learn about anything and everything that was different from her. Perhaps she needed a change; perhaps she was the black sheep. She took no heed to the whispers and kept her plans to meet them all one day to herself, focusing on her work for the time being.

Sometime during her early twenties she finally met someone that would change her course for good. And Ambassador from Earth, an engaging human whom sparked such curiosity in her that she couldn’t help but seek his advice. At first, he thought her an odd Vulcan, to be asking her questions about what he did, exactly, and how he became to do it. However, he learned to like her and answered all that he could, gaining knowledge himself about Vulcans. It only lasted a week, and how short it was for T’Lae, too short. She decided then that it was time to fulfill her plans.

First was the transition from the Vulcan Academy of Science, much to their displeasure, to Starfleet Academy. Having been an active member in the Vulcan Space Command through her studies in exopsychology, or more specifically Vulcan High Command, Starfleet received her as a sort of Ambassador between them. She didn’t think on it, only on her advances through Starfleet itself. She would become a part of them regardless of what they, or her prior alliance, thought of her. More of a guest than anything during her first few months after an easy graduation, T’Lae was first given her real test after the destruction of her home planet.

And then came emotion. Not only did she cease her studies in the Vulcan Science Academy, breaking what those who watched her thought to be her plan to finish said schooling and go on to take the Kolinahr, but she left completely. She had no drive to do this from the beginning; she just never said anything about it. Thinking she had trained enough in her opinion over emotions, and still retaining the wish to be able to bond with outside races through emotion, the Council was sure to find out sooner or later. It was sooner, for her choice to leave the Academy and join Starfleet struck them as, for lack of a better term, madness. They questioned her choice, wondering why she would leave in the prime of life. Her answer was simply; T’Lae would understand emotions one day, how they affected the universe itself as well as her people. And the transition to Starfleet would be the most logical decision to take upon that path.

Starfleet received a good portion of the few survivors from Vulcan. They looked to Earth as their bastion for a time, and thus to those of their kind who understood the place. Many of them lived in a daze, something that T’Lae looked to study and help. She, of course, was stricken with the same sadness that her people had, though she made it into a lingering wish to help. And so, with her perceptive nature in the vast expanses of the mind, she worked with those worse suffering to ‘cure’ them of the imminent breakdown they were experiencing. It would seem the entire Federation was up in arms to assist the remaining Vulcans floating around out there, and T’Lae was merely one of the many. Until Starfleet caught wind of her exceptional behavior and bumped her up a rank or two to be farther capable of helping those in need.

As of currently, she holds no permanent station on any ship, simply going from one to another and back to Earth as needed. With the lack of numbers towards her people, she considered going back to them and living once again away from other beings unlike herself and with those of her blood once more. But she decided against this, thinking it better to help those ailing throughout the universe rather than just what remained of Vulcan. Developing as more of a person than an emotionless shell, she is slowly becoming able to control emotions rather then hide them, and this is what she wishes.

It’s all part of the plan..

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Dee to the internet. Dani to friends. Danielle to parents. Take your pick.
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: Six years; on and off and in different forms.
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: rpg-underground.com
RP SAMPLE:
[ I take that as posting a sample from anywhere, then? Posting as Carillia Hawksong, my World of Warcraft character. Seeing as it's my most recent, I thought it'd be fine~ ]

Sky.

That’s all there was, ever, it seemed. Cream-colored mist splashes over azure backgrounds, shades and tints of purples, grays, greens.. such a spectrum of colors, it would seem that the sky never wore the same thing for long. Throwing on this hue or that, to brighten or darken. A maiden so vain was this sky, that she never would bear the same thing twice. A spritz of pink, perhaps, m’lady? A dash of the newest hue to grace your vivid eyes? Liven your cheeks with a puff of pink? What sweet, lavender lips you have. So soft, O’ lady of the heavens. Aurora would bow to you; her hands could never touch your royal being. Alas, nothing was as it seemed. For even such a vain spirit as the sky would darken and die, wither and rot day in and out. And there would be nothing we could do to stop her descent each time the Lady Moon rises and Lord Sun sleeps. Such a dance they put on, such a play with which they would entice mortal eyes with. They would slay her helpless heart to put her to rest, for she refused it herself, only to revive her again with the cherry fingers of a Goddess drawing back those profound curtains of death. What a silly thing, the sky..

A sharp cry pierced the heavy haze of morning’s mists, calling so soundly from its owner in an attempt to wake; to raise a friend from blissful sleep and bring it into life again. Multi-colored, sleep dazed wings float in unnatural suspension; time held this creature aloft as brilliant eyes gazed down through heavy branches. The creatures below made little of themselves, scurrying back to their dens and covers. It was a false worry, though true, for this calling beast would surely have swept them into oblivion given any other time. But not now, little was on its mind as it released a second cry. This time anger poisoned its musical shriek, causing the long groan from a friend far below. With its job done, the beast let wings pin to sides as it tore through the thick branches to find a suitable watching point, silent and vigilant for the waking ally.

A mass of twigs and leaves began to shake, rumbling from deep inside caught watchers off guard as they bolted away from this monster of the forest. It grew, suddenly, now kneeling from its position on the mossy floor where it had slept only moments before. As strange as this sight was, the white sentinel above seemed unfazed by the entire spectacle, only ruffling its feathers slightly as a distraught squirrel rallying its children to hide from with the tree where it sat. To add to this alien forest-dweller, it soon grew arms. Arms clad in linen and leather, stretching out towards the clouds. Fingers uncurled after, curling back with bones cracking in protest. Fingers bandaged and dirtied, soil caught beneath sad excuses for nails and between the woven cloths that covered their palms. The rumble twisted into a fierce yawn as greenery fell away, leaving the dazed figure of an elf covered knee deep in plants.

Sleep, as it was, fell away quickly from this woman, spine distorting in farther stretches. And soon she was on her leather soled feet, heels and toes open to the mossy earth beneath her. Stark emerald locks were carelessly tossed back over her shoulder, giving her young face a wild, childish nature. With a few quick blinks to clear slowly lightening eyes and a slap on the cheeks out of habit for color, (though she had no need, for this elf was a grand hue of violet in the first case), and a quick whistle towards the squawking hawk above, she was off.

Through dense underbrush and ancient trees she made her way, so sure-footed through these homelands which she cut her way into. Clad in simple attire, one made for agility and silence than for a beating. Linen and leather, and only leather upon feet for menacing thorns. Upon arms for the snap of a bow and a clash between blades. Torso for farther attacks and shins for the same. All natural shades graced her thin body, only the deep blue of her shirt added any dye to this already colorful character.

Features were stark, otherwise emotionless as she leapt over fallen logs and over crystalline streams. The elf was determined to get somewhere by the clock of her speed. Ears were back, only half listening for dangers around her. She was safe, she had decided, with the watchful eyes of the hawk soaring with her in the skies. And if a warning was sounded, the bow strapped to her back would lodge an arrow into any thing that decided to move against her. If that wasn’t enough, elven blades would surely do the trick in a quick cut to the jugular. The Huntress would have no part of anything, or anyone’s, games this morning.

Hyjal. The presence of the great mountain stopped her in her tracks. Unable to move away, memories flooding her mind. Death. Pain.. Change. So much change.

“Stop.” The voice rose from her lungs in a forced breath as she tore her eyes away from its shadow. “There’s no reason for this.” She spoke to no one but herself, but her mind’s sister.

It spoke back. ‘Hawksong, you can’t force me away from everything! We’re together in this..’ But the thought was cut short as the physical body growled, continuing in the direction in which it was headed. Astranaar. The Hippogryph Master there was sure to recogonize old Carillia Hawksong. After all, her house was no small thing. The House of Song was clearly in every corner of Kal’Dorien lands and beyond.

No problem at all, as figured and the Huntress soon found herself soaring over Darkshore an hour or so later. Over Auberdine and the Veiled Sea and towards the capitol of her people. Teldrassil was on the horizon by mid-afternoon. And Hawksong found herself in the Temple of the Moon no later than the early evening, seated absentmindedly within its walls and pondering over the lives of others. Of her companions. Of her sisters and brothers. But she soon became aware of herself looking into the eyes of a cousin, of a murderer, and of a Death Knight.

“Carillia. My dearest, dearest cousin!” The Lady Knight cooed, having seated herself only inches from her cousin’s side.

“Why are you here?” The Huntress questioned, only the slight raise of her tone allowing for this to be known, for she locked her eyes upon the statue of her Goddess, willing herself calm.

“Why? Oh me, oh my! You know this well, dearest cousin. Lovely cousin.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. Oh yes! My beautiful Carillia! I am here to purge you of this madness which you’ve found yourself ailed with. This.. this dreadful /Hawksong/.” The Knight stuck out her tongue, spitting away from her this name. “To take this mindset away from you, to the Winter King himself! For the better of you.. and for the better of Azeroth!”

The Knight drew a dagger then, the icy blade pressed hard against her neck. Carillia did not move, for she found herself frozen in time. The Sisters around her stood stationary in their places. The cords giving way to her voice were caught in her throat. Only Belderen moved, the dagger sliding up her neck to graze her chin, tracing the shape of her ear.

“I can’t kill your body, cousin. Only torture you enough to find yourself able to leave your /Hawksong/ behind.

“I’m sure you understand.”

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

A FEW CHANGES

I'm not completely sure how to look at this application. She feels emotions or doesn't she? Being accepted into the Vulcan Science Academy would automatically make it so she would have to take the Vulcan ritual Kolinahr to purge all emotion so it seemed she was faithful to her race. If she experiences jealously outwardly or at all, it doesn't seem like she took the ritual and may have been kicked out of the academy. Please feel free to argue with me about this. I was just curious.

And Lieutenant Commander seems to be too high for the Sciences department. I would say that you could be Junior Science officer and be an ensign or lieutenant because I'm not really sure if Spock is Lieutenant Commander or just Commander (he was referenced as Commander in the movie and Lietuenant Commander in the show and he had the same type of job for both, just a different rank though it didn't really matter because he was indeed the first officer.)

[dee]

I knew I was confusing myself when I wrote this. Hahaa, none the matter.

T’Lae does /feel/ emotions, as she took steps towards purging them but never did completely do to her dream of becoming aware of other species in the universe and understanding them. She thought the best way to do this was through emotion, and so she kept it. However, she keeps whatever she feel tightly sealed inside herself unless the situation calls for it, in which she’d offer nothing more than a hint of what she thought necessary lest she lose control and overreact. The Council over the Academy thought she, like all students, would undertake the Kolinahr at some point in her life. She was unsure until she met the human Ambassador and decided to join Starfleet to take steps towards what she wanted to do. So they never kicked her out because she didn’t purge her emotions, she only left a good handful years in.

I thought the rank too high at first, as well, and I’m not contending with you, I only want to say what I meant behind the rank. Lieutenant Commander is the near equivalent to Subcommander, which was her rank in the Vulcan High Council under the Space division. Because of this, during her studies in the Starfleet Academy many higher ranks who knew a thing or two about her knew this and referred to her as such. I tried to explain that in her history, but I suppose I was a bit lacking? She isn’t a member aboard Enterprise either. She’s more of a fill in, going where she needs to be at any given time. So, she may or may not /become/ a member at some point for whatever reason. She’s more of a floater than anything for the time being.

I’ve added to her personality and history as to better explain her emotions. I’ll change her rank if you wish, as well, but I wanted to note the reasoning behind it before I did so.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

ACCEPTED

That's fine. I'll accept it. Well done! Don't forget to go to the claims and get up a subplots to get your roleplaying started. Hope you have fun!