LT. EVA ALDER

[cami]

EVA ALDER

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Eva Siobhan Alder
RACE: Betazoid
AGE: 29
GENDER: Female
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 137 lbs
BIRTHPLACE: Betazed

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes
STARFLEET RANK: Lieutenant
MEDICAL RANK: --
STUDIES: Psychology, counseling, and biology.
OTHER: Counselor.

ATTRIBUTES:

PHYSICAL STRENGTH: 3
INTELLIGENCE: 7
SPEED: 4
LEADERSHIP: 4

UNARMED COMBAT: 4
MELEE WEAPONS: 2
RANGED WEAPONS: 7

PERSONAL
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APPEARANCE:

One of the first things you will probably notice about Counselor Alder are her purely black irises. These are an inherited trait from her Betazoid parents, something that all of her species possess. Other than that, she is physically completely identical to humans. She has an athletic build, complete with long legs, a flat stomach, and taut muscles. Although she prefers to negotiate before physical altercations, she is capable of handling herself in a fight. While not the most voluptuous beauty in the galaxy, she does have curves enough for boast of. Simply put, it is not hard to determine her gender. Her hair is naturally brown, though she's experimented and dyed it various different shades and with or without high lights. It has a slight natural loose curl to it; not enough to make it a hassle in the morning, but enough that it style easily should she feel inspired to curl it. Her skin is a peachy cream complexion that tends to tan more easily than it burns when exposed to sunlight for long periods of time.

PERSONALITY:

I am the counselor of the U.S.S. Enterprise. Don't give me that look. My role on this ship is just as important as any other. I am in charge of the mental and emotional well being of the crew, even if they don't want me to be. I like to think I'm good at my job. I haven't had any serious complaints thus far... well, except for Lieutenant Weiss. Don't bother looking up his file. He's clinically insane. He just doesn't know it. Anyway, I feel as though I am a compassionate and empathetic person. While my abilities do help in understanding what people are going through, I also have a natural desire to want to understand what is going on their lives. I am a philanthropist; I like helping people. I like feeling like I am making a difference in someone's life... preferably for the better. I've never really been someone that can sit on the sidelines and watch people suffer. I am not okay doing nothing when I know there are people hurting. I may not be a top notch doctor, but I can still help people. I do what I do because after catastrophe strikes, there are all sorts of wounds left on a person, and not all of them are physical. I do what I do because if I can bring emotional or mental health into one person's life after they've been struggling with something, than I know that my life has had purpose. In case you can't tell, I'm pretty passionate about my job.

Something else about me you'll probably catch on to pretty quick is that I'm a generally composed person. Don't get me wrong, I'm just as prone to bipolar emotions as the next girl, but usually I'm pretty good at keeping them under control. I don't have much of a temper, aside from quick wit and a quicker tongue. At one point in my life, sarcasm was simply a defense mechanism. Now it's almost become a way of life. Naturally, I try to reign it in when in a counseling session, unless I know it will be helpful or appreciated. Let's face it, sometimes sarcasm is just what the doctor orders. And other times, not so much. I'm usually pretty good at determining who is and isn't going to appreciate it. But I digress. Like I said, I'm pretty calm and collected, even in the most stressful of situations. People around me can be shouting, but I try to be the voice of reason, or at least a calming presence. Panicking doesn't get anyone anywhere. I suppose I'm a bit of an optimist in the fact that I believe there is a solution to every problem. That's why I tend to remain calm under pressure: there's a solution, and I'm going to find it. All the time spent worrying and panicking is unnecessary and prevents me from moving on. Make sense?

I feel like I should clarify something. I'm not a mundane or monotone person. I'm not boring either. At least, I hope not. I enjoy a good time just as much as the next guy. I also have a sense of humor. Granted, I tend to prefer the deadpan dry humor over the flamboyant begging-for-a-laugh type. Sometimes people don't laugh at the same jokes I do... which can get awkward. But I've learned to deal with it. I also have a variety of different hobbies. And when I say variety, I mean variety. Do you know anyone else who can sit and read philosophy right before entering a drinking contest? If you do, give them my name. They sound like fun. But yes, I tend to go from one extreme to the next. I blame this on my family, since just about every one of us kids had a different hobby. Living under the same roof made for some interesting times, but since I like to learn and try new things, I ended up finding all sorts of different things that I like. Philosophy and whiskey shots. Not necessarily in that order. I also enjoy a good round of poker. Sometimes my opponents say I'm cheating, since I can sense emotion. I call it using my resources. I have a fairly good poker face, since, as I mentioned earlier, I'm good at controlling my emotions and remaining calm. And honestly, I should be. As a Counselor, I am occasionally called upon to give diplomatic advice to the Senior Officers, even the Captain himself, or to be present during negotiations. I took courses in both areas and now, if I may say so, I can be pretty persuasive.

I'm a stubborn person. There. I said it. Once I set my mind to something, I'm going to do it. Or not do it, depending on what the "something" in question in. For this reason, there are times when I don't take orders well. Usually, it's nothing too extreme. I won't jeopardize a mission. I may object, especially if the chances of someone getting hurt and/or killed is high, but usually I won't let my personal preferences get in the way of getting the job done. However, if I don't like it, I will tell you. Yes, I'm fairly blunt. Honest, would be a nicer way of putting it. See, that's something else I adopted from Betazed culture during my time at the University there. Betazoids are a very honest people. They don't understand the concept of lying, even if it's to the benefit of someone. They tell it like they see it. I sort of picked that up during my stay there. Although, not always to such an extreme. I will lie if I feel like the person in question would be physically hurt if I told the truth. Other than that, though... sorry, I don't have much of a filter.

Well, that's me. Hopefully I gave you a fairly good understanding of who I am. Without scaring you off, preferably. I'm really not that frightening or mean of a person... unless you get between me and my chocolate. Than we might have some issues.

HISTORY:

Eva Noelle Alder was born on the twenty first of April, on the star year of 2228. However, she was not the only child born to Richard and Siobhan that sunny afternoon, as several minutes earlier, they had welcomed the arrival of a little baby boy, Carson. As the new parents held their children, they knew their family was finally complete. However, if they thought their lives were going to remain as peaceful as they did when the twins slept in their arms, they were in for a big surprise. There was not one, but two, curious and demanding babies to look after. And although many twins are similar in many ways, these two started out quite different. When Eva wanted to play, Carson wanted to sleep. When Carson was hungry, Eva would rather have her diaper changed. They certainly kept their parents busy. Growing up, they continued their differences, each going into their own hobbies and interests. Where Carson was adventurous and outgoing, Eva was much more contemplative and introverted. Still, they were very close growing up, especially their empathetic and telepathic bond to one another. Although all Betazoids have these abilities with not only one another, but other empathetic and telepathic beings, and even any humanoid species, the bond between the twins was very strong.

In her younger years up through her preteens, Eva was a very quiet child. Hours were spent sitting while the other children played, content to simply observe. There was a level of intelligence and maturity in her, even at a young age, that many people often noticed. It wasn't uncommon for her to attempt to situate herself in the conversations of adults rather than playing games with other children. Although her parents were proud of their analytical daughter, when she entered her teenage years, they started to encourage her to try and socialize with people her own age and try new hobbies, not wanting her to be alone. At a young age, Carson had decided to enroll in Starfleet Academy, which would mean going to Earth. Being that he was one of the few people her age that Eva actually socialized and talked to, her parents were scared when he left, she would have no one. So when she started high school, she decided to expand her horizons and try some athletics. She started with the Track and Field team, as she had always enjoyed going for a good run or two to relieve stress or just for fun. And so started a love for physical activity and socializing. Although she still enjoyed just sitting and observing (or, in her brother's terms, "being a creeper"), she was able to relate to more teenagers like her through sports. As for her academics, she excelled in her science and math courses. Inspired by both of her parents, she knew that she wanted to work for the Federation, and as her love of physical activity and curiosity for adventure grew, she decided that Starfleet would be in her future. Her junior year, she started the Starfleet Academy Prepatory Program. This took her to different Federation planets, familiarized her with Starfleet vessels, and exposed her to numerous disciplines that would be taught at the Academy.

In 2246, Eva began her education at Starfleet Academy. After perusing the offered majors and courses, she decided that Counseling would the course to take. She had always loved watching people and observing their behavior, and one thing she often thought about was why they acted the way they did. Thus, psychology was immediately a course she was interested in. Her brother had also applied and enrolled in the Academy, though his interests were more toward the mechanical and engineering. Still, the two remained close. During her four years spent at the Academy, Eva participated in many different social and athletic groups, most notably being a Cadre during her Junior and Senior year, mentoring incoming Freshmen, and playing Velocity. Her fourth and final year, she was even made Captain of the Velocity team. After graduating, she returned to Betazed to finish her schooling and gain a doctorate, which would allow her to not only be an acting Counselor in Starfleet, but also open up her own psychiatric practice should she ever decide to retire. However, that is not in her plans. Although being a part of Starfleet was not in her initial plans, she is enjoying it and is glad her parents pushed her in that direction. She is currently acting Chief Counselor for the USS Enterprise, a position that her empathetic abilities are surely being used regularly.

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Cami
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: 5 years
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: an ad on RPG Directory
RP SAMPLE:


Chocolate. Supposedly, it was a band-aid for everything. Any wound possible - physical, mental, emotional, hell, even spiritual - could be healed slightly, if not fixed completely, with some chocolate. That had been Eva Alder's philosophy for years now. Countless times, she had gone to her quarters wherever she was stationed and after a rough day, she's simply pull out some chocolate she had stowed away. She'd take a bit and as the delectable goodness melted in her mouth, she'd be content. It was often a topic of discussion in her family. How was it that chocolate had such a powerful hold on her? It had to be psychosomatic. The chocolate couldn't actually be fixing all of her problems, right? Well, Eva, who was normally a very curious and investigative person, preferred not to look into it. Ignorance was bliss, and as long as the chocolate was helping, she didn't care how. It had been this way since she was a young girl. There wasn't a moment in her past when some huge revelation hit. There was no "wow! Chocolate is the cure!" moment. That's just how it had always been. She believed she inherited from her mother. Sabine Alder was no stranger to chocolate either, though her own vice tended to be of the White variety. Not so with Eva. Dark chocolate. That was the best way. Sure, she'd settle for whatever else was available (after all, chocolate is chocolate) but given the choice, she'd choose the rich flavor of dark chocolate. What difference does it make? Why is it so important, you may be wondering? These are questions that have been posed to Eva several times. Her answer? A raised eyebrow and: "it's very serious business. You have no idea."

So yes, over the years, chocolate helped in nearly every problem. But not this time. The Chief Counselor of the U.S.S. Enterprise was in her office, her body laid out on the couch that normally serviced her patients. Her hands rested on her stomach, the index finger of her right hand tapping absentmindedly as she stared at the ceiling. So far, this was the only possible solution she had managed to come up with. Solution to what, you ask? The Phase. It was common in female Betazoids - and apparently half-Betazoids as well - to endure times once they entered their 30s or 40s when their sex drive quadrupled. Quadrupled or more, but she preferred that it stuck to just four times as much as normal than any more. She was having enough trouble as it was. She had already eaten chocolate, but it had done nothing to satiate her desire for... well... you know. Therefore, she had confined herself to her office, praying she wouldn't be needed for any service today. Especially not from any men. Although Eva believed she could control herself if she was needed, she didn't particularly want to put herself in any position. It wasn't like she could ask for a third person to sit in the room with her, either. That was perfectly fine for a medical doctor, but her patients relied on confidentiality and discretion. Which meant they expected to me alone with her. This normally was no problem whatsoever, but today it would certainly cause for some interesting... issues.

Eva sighed and sat up. This isn't working either. she though despairingly. She glanced around her office, searching for anything that could keep her mind occupied and busy. As long as she didn't think about it, she believed she should be able to endure it. Of course, this had been going on for most of the day. She had already cleaned her office, reorganized her desk, and gone through the files of her current patients. It didn't help that there weren't many at the time. What a lousy time for no one to have any emotional problems! She ran a hand through her hair, feeling a little guilty about that last thought. All right, Eva. Just go check on some the people in sickbay. There are usually some people with issues in there, patient or otherwise. That sounded good. Besides, there would be doctors and nurses around, so she wouldn't have to worry about needing to control herself whilst being alone with anyone.

Her mind made up, Eva stood and walked out of her office. She straightened out her uniform on the way out, subconsciously also making sure her hair looked fine as she walked past a reflective surface. Normally, she was not so worried about appearances. There had been plenty of times when she had stayed up for hours as she looked into patient files and worked through the night, wandering about the ship or wherever else she was stationed in a completely disheveled manner. Unless how she looked was very important, it was usually second on her list of duties for the day, underneath "how can I help". But not today. Today she had spent a solid hour in her quarters making sure she looked more than presentable. There were two reason. The first, obviously, was to attract attention. The second was to buy time away from the general male populous of the ship. The first reason sort of countered the other, and vice-versa, but it had worked... in both regards.

The sliding doors opened as she entered the main hub of sickbay. She surveyed the room, noting that there were very few people that could use her psychiatric assistance in today. Well, aside from Dr. McCoy, but that's a different matter. Ever since she had first met the Chief Medical Officer of the Enterprise, Eva had decided that as intriguing as he was to a psychiatrist, he was not going to be an easy man to talk to. Then again, that's what made him intriguing in the first place. Her hazel eyes glanced toward the direction of his office, wondering if he was in. Where else would he be? She bit her lower lip as she contemplated dropping by. That was certainly not a normal thought. They were professional "acquaintances". In other words, he wasn't the first man that came to thought when she needed to socialize. But this... this was completely different. Granted, she didn't have a good excuse for going to visit him, as there were no medical files she needed to look at and no pills to prescribe.

Unless he knew something that could help with her problem. He was the doctor, after all. Before she could think twice and stop herself, Eva marched toward his office, stepping through the doors as they slid open. "I need a favor." was her choice of greeting as she stepped inside, crossing her arms over her chest with an oddly intense look in her normally composed eyes.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

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