Adami Bral - Reporting In (24th February 2017)

[Adami Bral]

Character Details

Character Name: Adami Bral
Character Age: 34  (350 for symbiont)
Character DOB: 29th October 2361  (15 August 2045)
Character Image: http://www.redfuel.in/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/Humaima-Malik.jpg
Character Species: Trill (joined)
Gender: Female

Character Family:
Father - Kalil Danara
Mother - Faya Danara.
Sister(s) - Jeslyn Odan (married) and Toya Danara
Brother(s) - Elry Danara

Adami is the second oldest of four siblings. Her older sister Jeslyn is married with two children - a daughter Loanna and a son Bratal - both of whom are deeply attached to their Starfleeter aunt. Her father is a government official and her mother is a teacher. They are a run-of-the-mill, average Trill family who are close-knit and lovingly attached to one another.

Character Bio:
Adami is the fifth host of the Bral symbiot, predocessed by a criminologist, a diplomat and even a theatre Dame amongst others. She is the first host to serve in a strictly militaristic background like Starfleet. Her personality is quirky and eccentric, yet pleasant. She always has a smile on her face and is ready to take on a challenge, both on and off duty. It is not easy to rattle her cage, though she seems to find pleasure in doing that to others. Wise beyond her years, its common to find her the unlikely counsellor or mother hen advising colleagues on day-to-day problems before she goes off on her merry way.

Adami is undoubtedly a skilled pilot, with a great interest and potential in
close-combat manoeuvrers. However because of the symbiont she carries, she was discouraged from pursuing that career option. However, her desires and interests eventually got the better of her and she applied for Starfleet.

Interests & Hobbies
Adami has a large variety of hobbies and interests courtesy of the symbiont, including sculpting, war games, and playing the Bajoran harp. Her own interests lie along the lines of Archery, Falconry, tactical games such as Chess, Kal-toh and Altonian Brain Teasers. She is a huge animal lover.

Your Details

Previous Role-Playing Experience: Several years of experience over a number of different fleets, positions and platforms.
Department Preference: TIC (USS Discovery)
Secondary Department Preference: Flight Control (USS Discovery)
Commissioned, Enlisted or Civilian: PTF Officer

Sample post:

His quarters were quiet for the night, save the gentle thrum of the ship's engines and the peaceful sound of Lance's snoring. A lone figure leaned back on the couch in the main living area, resting in the light of stars outside.

Michael Sullivan was in a deep sleep, his hands still gripping a dataPADD. Their latest mission had ended in success and many of the crew, including himself, had returned to the ship for repairs.

Suddenly, a large rumbling erupted from the very bowels of the ship and the lights flashed. The rumbling grew as quickly as it had started, making the ship lurch heavily, to one side. The deck rocked, throwing Michael onto the floor.

Klaxons were blaring and the crimson lights of a Red Alert rhythmically flashing, before a groaning sound shuddered through the ship. Then it went dark.

Michael's sharp eyes tried adjusted, with little help but from the light of the stars outside. He slowly sat up, feeling the glass of his coffee table under his palms. A whimpering sound came from under the console desk. "Lance? You okay boy?" he asked, carefully trying to get up.

Feeling the Alaskan Malamute's coarse hide come up under his hand, Michael gently rubbed the top of the dog's head. Lance whined at him again, licking his master's hand. Nudging Michael's hand once again, he waited until the Doctor was on his feet.

"When I told Nurse Mitchell I would appreciate a wake up call, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind..." he muttered dryly tapping his commbadge. But nothing happened. He tried again, to the same effect.

"Communications must be down..." Michael looked around trying to figure out where the doors were. Slowly reaching out until he touched something, he felt his way across the room until his hands reached for the familiar feel of the doorpanel.

"Damn. Jammed shut." he grimaced.

He heard Lance once more, feeling the dog brush up against his leg again. The Malamute's sight was far superior, having already adjusted to the lack of light. He tugged on Michael's pant leg, before turning to paw at the small cabinet that stood next to the doorway.

"Right, of course. How could I forget... ? Remind me to thank Tiziana one of these days." Michael commented to the dog, cautiously crouching to join him. Fumbling for the handle, he opened the small compartment at the bottom to retrieve a set of manual door pads his fiancée had forced him to keep, just in case.

Setting them on the doors, he grunted with exertion, forcing them open. After a few minutes of struggle, the broad-shouldered doctor managed to squeeze them open just enough for him and Lance to make it through.

Looking around, he saw very little as the corridors were just as dark. Knowing the dog could see, smell and hear his way around better, he leaned down, grasping for the collar. "This is not good... c'mon boy, we need to go."

Additional information: n/a

How did you find Shadow Fleet?: Upon recommendation of officer Zuriel of the USS Discovery. As such, I request placement in his department or team. (thanks in advance for considering this request)

[Kirok]

Character Details

Character Name: Adami Bral
Character Age: 34  (350 for symbiont)
Character DOB: 29th October 2361  (15 August 2045)
Character Image: can be supplied
Character Species: Trill (joined)
Gender: Female

Character Family:
Father - Kalil Danara
Mother - Faya Danara.
Sister(s) - Jeslyn Odan (married) and Toya Danara
Brother(s) - Elry Danara

Adami is the second oldest of four siblings. Her older sister Jeslyn is married with two children - a daughter Loanna and a son Bratal - both of whom are deeply attached to their Starfleeter aunt. Her father is a government official and her mother is a teacher. They are a run-of-the-mill, average Trill family who are close-knit and lovingly attached to one another.

Character Bio:
Adami is the fifth host of the Bral symbiot, predocessed by a criminologist, a diplomat and even a theatre Dame amongst others. She is the first host to serve in a strictly militaristic background like Starfleet. Her personality is quirky and eccentric, yet pleasant. She always has a smile on her face and is ready to take on a challenge, both on and off duty. It is not easy to rattle her cage, though she seems to find pleasure in doing that to others. Wise beyond her years, its common to find her the unlikely counsellor or mother hen advising colleagues on day-to-day problems before she goes off on her merry way.

Adami is undoubtedly a skilled pilot, with a great interest and potential in
close-combat manoeuvrers. However because of the symbiont she carries, she was discouraged from pursuing that career option. However, her desires and interests eventually got the better of her and she applied for Starfleet.

Interests & Hobbies
Adami has a large variety of hobbies and interests courtesy of the symbiont, including sculpting, war games, and playing the Bajoran harp. Her own interests lie along the lines of Archery, Falconry, tactical games such as Chess, Kal-toh and Altonian Brain Teasers. She is a huge animal lover.

Your Details

Previous Role-Playing Experience: Several years of experience over a number of different fleets, positions and platforms.
Department Preference: TIC (USS Discovery)
Secondary Department Preference: Flight Control (USS Discovery)
Commissioned, Enlisted or Civilian: PTF Officer

Sample post:

His quarters were quiet for the night, save the gentle thrum of the ship's engines and the peaceful sound of Lance's snoring. A lone figure leaned back on the couch in the main living area, resting in the light of stars outside.

Michael Sullivan was in a deep sleep, his hands still gripping a dataPADD. Their latest mission had ended in success and many of the crew, including himself, had returned to the ship for repairs.

Suddenly, a large rumbling erupted from the very bowels of the ship and the lights flashed. The rumbling grew as quickly as it had started, making the ship lurch heavily, to one side. The deck rocked, throwing Michael onto the floor.

Klaxons were blaring and the crimson lights of a Red Alert rhythmically flashing, before a groaning sound shuddered through the ship. Then it went dark.

Michael's sharp eyes tried adjusted, with little help but from the light of the stars outside. He slowly sat up, feeling the glass of his coffee table under his palms. A whimpering sound came from under the console desk. "Lance? You okay boy?" he asked, carefully trying to get up.

Feeling the Alaskan Malamute's coarse hide come up under his hand, Michael gently rubbed the top of the dog's head. Lance whined at him again, licking his master's hand. Nudging Michael's hand once again, he waited until the Doctor was on his feet.

"When I told Nurse Mitchell I would appreciate a wake up call, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind..." he muttered dryly tapping his commbadge. But nothing happened. He tried again, to the same effect.

"Communications must be down..." Michael looked around trying to figure out where the doors were. Slowly reaching out until he touched something, he felt his way across the room until his hands reached for the familiar feel of the doorpanel.

"Damn. Jammed shut." he grimaced.

He heard Lance once more, feeling the dog brush up against his leg again. The Malamute's sight was far superior, having already adjusted to the lack of light. He tugged on Michael's pant leg, before turning to paw at the small cabinet that stood next to the doorway.

"Right, of course. How could I forget... ? Remind me to thank Tiziana one of these days." Michael commented to the dog, cautiously crouching to join him. Fumbling for the handle, he opened the small compartment at the bottom to retrieve a set of manual door pads his fiancée had forced him to keep, just in case.

Setting them on the doors, he grunted with exertion, forcing them open. After a few minutes of struggle, the broad-shouldered doctor managed to squeeze them open just enough for him and Lance to make it through.

Looking around, he saw very little as the corridors were just as dark. Knowing the dog could see, smell and hear his way around better, he leaned down, grasping for the collar. "This is not good... c'mon boy, we need to go."

Additional information: n/a

How did you find Shadow Fleet?: Upon recommendation of officer Zuriel of the USS Discovery. As such, I request placement in his department or team. (thanks in advance for considering this request)

Adami,

A wonderful application!

I am happy to put you on the Discover as a TIC Officer (pilot).

Please report into Kyle Briggs and Tekin Nevir for duty (by emailing them).

Would you like to take the Officer Training Course in Flight Control (the best match we have for TIC at this time ;-) right away?

Please let me know,

Kirok

PS - I changed your character name to help us identify you easier.  Your log in and password remain unchanged.

[Adami Bral]

Kirok,

Many thanks I shall do so immediately. I am ready to take on any necessary courses immediately.

Regards

Adami.

[Kirok]

Kirok,

Many thanks I shall do so immediately. I am ready to take on any necessary courses immediately.

Regards

Adami.

Perfect!

I will ask an Instructor to set up your course soon!

Welcome and happy gaming,

Kirok

[Adami Bral]

Many thanks Sir, looking forward to it!