Lt Cmdr. Lo Harper

[lotharioharper]

Lothario ‘Lo’ Harper

BASICS
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FULL NAME: Lothario Harper.
RACE: Human
AGE: 34
BIRTHPLACE: Earth, New York City, NY

EXPERIENCE
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STARFLEET GRADUATE: Yes
STARFLEET RANK: Lieutenant Commander DIVISION: Sciences
JOB TITLE: Exozoologist
OTHER:

PERSONAL
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PERSONALITY:
Standoffish – as he finds most people annoying, Lo prefers to spend time on his own. He has a habit of watching, scrutinizing, and cataloguing his crewmates instead of befriending them. There’s nothing he likes more than a good bottle of whiskey and a sad song on the jukebox.

Compasionate – while he doesn’t care much for people, he is a compassionate man. If someone needs something, he is the first one to get things done, even if he does it covertly. He’d rather not accept thanks, and if you even try, you’ll get a growl or a grunt in response.

Childish – As brilliant and manly as he is, Lo has a tendency to pout and mope when things don’t go his way and it takes a near miracle to get him out of his funks. Thankfully, he doesn’t fall into his dark moods often, but he’ll still pout over little things.

Musical – Lo has a surprisingly smooth voice and quick fingers, making him an excellent guitar player. Music sooths the savage beast, Lo included. His fingers often move over an invisible instrument when he’s bored or nervous.

OUT OF CHARACTER
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NAME/ALIAS: Logan
HOW LONG YOU HAVE BEEN RPING: a few weeks
WHERE DID YOU FIND US: through a friend
DID YOU READ THE RULES: pilgrim
FACE CLAIM: Gerard Butler
RP SAMPLE:

“Settle down, Bram, ya nasty, little thing.” Lo looked down at the dog they had picked up from Alpha 177. The tiny, horned, ball of fluff snarled ferociously and chewed at his pant leg with single minded determination. Lo pinched his eyes shut and heaved a sigh of discontent. If the commanders weren’t barking at him, his study subjects were. Or mewing. Or braying. Or shooting cosmic slime at him. Lo bent down and plucked the ‘vicious’ creature off his trouser leg and wedged him under his arm. “Shaddup, Bram.”

Truth be told, Lieutenant Lothario Harper didn’t mind any of the stuff he went through with his wee beasties. There was nothing deceitful or conniving about his furry, scaley, and feathered companions. People on the other hand… bah. Who needed them. They lied, cheated, murdered, waged war.

They smelled significantly better, though.

Lo opened Bram’s kennel and deposited the canine inside before closing the door behind him. Bram chose that moment to relieve himself over Lo’s boots and Lo let out a incoherent string of curses. “You miserable, little… I ought to make you into a belt!”

Bram just gave the exozoologist a smug look.

Shaking his head, Lo glared through the kennel bars. “I hate you, too.”

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

A FEW CHANGES

I know Terran is for the mirror universe in Enterprise, but I'm not sure they would be referred to that in this area as it a different type of alternate universe than what it was in Enterprise (feel free to correct me here because I haven't seen Enterprise). But just change it to a regular human and you'll be all set.

[DR. LEONARD McCOY]

ACCEPTED

Well done! Don't forget to go to the claims and post up a subplot to get your roleplaying started. Hope you have fun!