Post by Ic Arbrell on May 22, 2021 4:50:56 GMT
Physical Description
Name: Ic Arbrell (IC AR-brl)
Species: Betazoid
Gender: Gender is weird for Ic, but prefers he/him pronouns
Age: 23
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 135 lbs
Build/Body Type: Thin
Complexion: Fair
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: Chaos, medium-short
Eye Color: Black
Voice (optional): On the soft side of masculine and the low side of feminine
Off-Duty Clothing Preferences: Typical outfit is tight dark basics with sheer blue/purple/green accents (i.e., scarves, shawls, capes), and very fancy rings and earrings
Distinguishing Features: Fashion choices, probably; he’s otherwise pretty plain. If permitted, may often be wearing some sort of listening device.
Face Claim: Ryan Ross
Character Image:
Personal History
Early Life/Pre-Starfleet Career:
Ic was raised as much on starships and bases as on Betazed, being something of a curiosity as a child along with his mother Yvadnna Arbrell, a Betazoid mystic and former holonovelist. Due to his father’s assignment, Betazoid Engineering Lieutenant Len Julis, spent very little time with the child.
Yvadnna’s work was not particularly notable for any major reason other than some events in her stories seemed to represent, in whole or in part, events yet to occur. Although most of these events were personal to readers, a handful of examples exist that seem to relate to events in larger Betazoid society. Swayed by a growing belief that she possessed certain abilities, Yvadnne completed one final holonovel and retired for creativity to become a mystic, and seek out lost Betazoid souls to see if she might be able to divine their futures. She married one of her most loyal fans met along her starbase holonovel farewell tour, and shortly after a well-planned arrival back to Betazed, Ic was born.
Having a child did not slow Yvadnna down as she traveled to needful Betazoids around the Alpha Quadrant, however. He came along, of course, and he was expected to help out, to pay attention, to learn. After all, she had a feeling that he knew… well, something. How odd to have a baby who stops crying when you shush it, annoyed. They discovered his unusually high ESP ratings only weeks before he turned five years old.
Ic had no friends his own age while growing up. He made conversation with officers, crew, diplomats, but never other children. It took him some time to realize that people were different beyond the way they looked; even though everyone was in possession of feelings loud and clear, the way they came out and their beliefs about them were strangely unique between people who looked most alike. This fact didn’t quite set in until he met his first Vulcan, and fell in love instantly. They had feelings but they were quieter than everyone else’s. They had feelings, but they used them intelligently. They had feelings and knew how to use them, and he wanted to be just like them.
He couldn’t. His own feelings ran as deep and thick as his Betazoid blood. Nothing, not even formal rejection stopped him from trying.
He applied for the Vulcan Science Academy at the ages of ten, twelve, fourteen, sixteen, nineteen, and twenty, with the last two times being as a transfer from Starfleet Academy.
Academy/Technical Academy (if Starfleet): Ic was scouted for early admission to the Academy, despite his relative disinterest, although some suggested he cheated the entrance exam with his prodigious ability (and they'd be right). Unenthusiastically, for the most part, Ic excelled in all his pursuits in Starfleet Academy. He often took top rankings in his sections, and scored incredibly high in his class. He spent more time than is probably healthy in holosuites, running a simulation of the Vulcan Science Academy study rooms to work in his downtime. He continued to have no friends, but this time, by choice. The competitive nature of the Academy really wasn't his scene.
Previous Assignments (if applicable):
None
Birthdate: 14 March, 2358
Birthplace: Betazed
Marital Status & spouse name(s): "Single"
Siblings Names and Ages: n/a
Parents' Names: Yvadnna Arbrell, mother; Len Julis, [alleged] father; Gerrit Julis, stepfather
Parents' Status: Divorced
Other Important Relatives: none
Pets: Holographic tabby cat Schrodinger
Best Friends: Leanna Mazal, Enola, Unique
Personality
Department Preference: Science
Commissioned, Enlisted or Civilian: Commissioned
Reason for joining Starfleet or moving to a Federation base: New temporal anomalies, please
Academy/Tech Majors and Interests: Academy majors: Quantum mechanics and Particle Physics. Minors: Astrophysics and Holoprogramming.
Interests: Holoprogramming and Virtual Reality, Human music history (focus cir. 1980s-90s), and Vulcan literature
Hobbies: Holoprogramming and research
Short-term Goals: Most of his goals are somewhere between long and short term, with many irons in the fire and no obvious primary efforts. However, he’d like to just get this one very particular holodeck program finished...
Long-term Goals: While it is popularly believed that Ic is a chaos beast with no goals, he really just wants to find a place he belongs.
Defining Characteristic: All these feelings. Or maybe it’s his reputation as one of those odd prodigious Betazoid children. Hard to say. Unlike most Betazoids, Ic has possessed all his senses from birth, with very high ESP ratings logged as early as age 4. He receives emotion-based data from others in a sort of synesthetic fashion (as touch or taste or color), however, he seems to struggle in most cases to intellectually comprehend feelings when particularly complex or nuanced or in cases he’s had little to no experience with. Grief or betrayal, for instance, would be difficult for him to place or comprehend, unless presented in context with an event.
Sense of Humor: Absurd and dry. He makes a lot of jokes that are usually really specific and probably only funny to him, and he doesn’t care if you laugh.
Phobias or Fears: Deep/open water, abandonment/rejection, mammals larger than a housecat, Jeffries tubes and other enclosed spaces
Favorite Things: Birds, holodecks, coffee, muffins, Madonna, hot Vulcan men in your area
Least Favorite Things: Interruption, rudeness, habitual liars
Bad Habits or Vices: Has some trouble with self control, emotional modulation, and volume; is probably very loud to other telepaths
Achievements (personal or professional): Highly ranked in his class as well as in his sciences courses at the Academy. To have been recognized as a Walking Encyclopedia by his would-be peers was a minor personal achievement, but worth noting.
Disappointments: Rejected six times by the Vulcan Science Academy
Illnesses: Physically healthy, but his telepathic condition often has other plans
Strengths: Information retention and synthesis, unconventional paths to solutions, adaptation
Weaknesses: Doesn’t always know when to shut up, does not focus well under pressure, has zero composure in the presence of attractive people, is overenthusiastic about Vulcans
Prejudices: The JemHadar can get in the sea for what they’ve done; he'll become instantly angry if they're ever brought up. He also deeply distrusts any individuals or species whose emotional data he does not naturally receive or comprehend. Not only does Ic not know how to behave or modulate his behavior around people like these, but he’s adopted a belief from his mother warning him they weren’t to be trusted (likely in defense and for his overall well-being, given his unique abilities). This prejudice does not extend to androids or holodeck characters, which he believes are programmed to be trustworthy; he only is bothered by species organically “blank.”
Please write a brief answer to 3 of the following (a sentence or two for each is fine):
Your character's most painful experience His fourth rejection from the Vulcan Science Academy proved to him that he wasn’t actually improving personally as well as he thought, and that no matter his achievements and qualifications, he was never going to be as good as he believed he should be because of something as simple as how he was born.
Your character's best or favorite experience The first time he got something right in a Holodeck program, enough that it was impossible for others to distinguish it from the real thing; he was seven, and it was a model of his late pet bird (see below).
Your character's most crucial experience Ic was given a pet bird when he was six. He built a simple holodeck nature program for the bird, but alas, a bird is what it is, and did not understand the confines of the cage. He believes now that the lesson he learned that day was that he was not being groomed to do more with his life and ability, but instead being forced to do less; no more flight, only cage. You’ll be safe there.
Who is your character's role model and why? Spock, with his many achievements and distinctions as a science officer as well as someone who didn’t really fit in but made it anyway— and for allegedly not completing the Kolinahr, out of love. How beautiful.
Please write a brief sample post from your character’s perspective:
The first breath of a new place was never the most accurate, but it was always the most satisfying. It could tell you a lot about a ship or a starbase or even a planet— he’d been on a few of those, too— by the littlest feelings of the transporter chief alone, for starters. How a place treated its enlisted crew was critical, not to mention incredibly telling about the future of one’s experience there. Whether the chief was glad or weary, hungry or bored, rolled from behind the workstation and onto the platform, moved against his skin and into the lacunae of his bones.
He held it in his lungs, the greenness and gold of the chief’s interest in the new officers aboard. He held it with a smile that felt careful and slow, but which bloomed like practice in spooky action to observers, if anyone dared to look. Selfishly, he’d been told the inclination was, he hoped that they didn’t. Ic didn’t like looking at anyone, why should they do it to him? So what if he was new?
He always worried more than he needed to about being known, without realizing no one could ever. Not the way he knew ("knew") them. Thin shoulders deflated. So. They were good here.
The second breath of a new place was either comfort or alarm out of what he got from the first. Not this time, however. This time, that breath was full with his own feelings, one louder than anything else, persistent most of all. It pushed the others (the yellowing edge of curiosity, annoyance in G flat from the officer who’d beamed in beside him) down to the pit of his gut. He kept them there until it seemed he might not choke on his own self-consciousness.
Or not. No one else was talking quickly enough, and he felt the nervous need to fill the space. “Hiiiii. It’s my first day? Sorry.”
He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but not-moving from the platform was as good a reason as any.
Do you have previous experience with a role-play forum? Yes, but I'm new to proboards and Star Trek systems.
What brought you to the Frontier? Topsites
Is there anything else you’d like to tell us? Thank you!
Name: Ic Arbrell (IC AR-brl)
Species: Betazoid
Gender: Gender is weird for Ic, but prefers he/him pronouns
Age: 23
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 135 lbs
Build/Body Type: Thin
Complexion: Fair
Hair Color: Brown
Hair Style: Chaos, medium-short
Eye Color: Black
Voice (optional): On the soft side of masculine and the low side of feminine
Off-Duty Clothing Preferences: Typical outfit is tight dark basics with sheer blue/purple/green accents (i.e., scarves, shawls, capes), and very fancy rings and earrings
Distinguishing Features: Fashion choices, probably; he’s otherwise pretty plain. If permitted, may often be wearing some sort of listening device.
Face Claim: Ryan Ross
Character Image:
***
Personal History
Early Life/Pre-Starfleet Career:
Ic was raised as much on starships and bases as on Betazed, being something of a curiosity as a child along with his mother Yvadnna Arbrell, a Betazoid mystic and former holonovelist. Due to his father’s assignment, Betazoid Engineering Lieutenant Len Julis, spent very little time with the child.
Yvadnna’s work was not particularly notable for any major reason other than some events in her stories seemed to represent, in whole or in part, events yet to occur. Although most of these events were personal to readers, a handful of examples exist that seem to relate to events in larger Betazoid society. Swayed by a growing belief that she possessed certain abilities, Yvadnne completed one final holonovel and retired for creativity to become a mystic, and seek out lost Betazoid souls to see if she might be able to divine their futures. She married one of her most loyal fans met along her starbase holonovel farewell tour, and shortly after a well-planned arrival back to Betazed, Ic was born.
Having a child did not slow Yvadnna down as she traveled to needful Betazoids around the Alpha Quadrant, however. He came along, of course, and he was expected to help out, to pay attention, to learn. After all, she had a feeling that he knew… well, something. How odd to have a baby who stops crying when you shush it, annoyed. They discovered his unusually high ESP ratings only weeks before he turned five years old.
Ic had no friends his own age while growing up. He made conversation with officers, crew, diplomats, but never other children. It took him some time to realize that people were different beyond the way they looked; even though everyone was in possession of feelings loud and clear, the way they came out and their beliefs about them were strangely unique between people who looked most alike. This fact didn’t quite set in until he met his first Vulcan, and fell in love instantly. They had feelings but they were quieter than everyone else’s. They had feelings, but they used them intelligently. They had feelings and knew how to use them, and he wanted to be just like them.
He couldn’t. His own feelings ran as deep and thick as his Betazoid blood. Nothing, not even formal rejection stopped him from trying.
He applied for the Vulcan Science Academy at the ages of ten, twelve, fourteen, sixteen, nineteen, and twenty, with the last two times being as a transfer from Starfleet Academy.
Academy/Technical Academy (if Starfleet): Ic was scouted for early admission to the Academy, despite his relative disinterest, although some suggested he cheated the entrance exam with his prodigious ability (and they'd be right). Unenthusiastically, for the most part, Ic excelled in all his pursuits in Starfleet Academy. He often took top rankings in his sections, and scored incredibly high in his class. He spent more time than is probably healthy in holosuites, running a simulation of the Vulcan Science Academy study rooms to work in his downtime. He continued to have no friends, but this time, by choice. The competitive nature of the Academy really wasn't his scene.
Previous Assignments (if applicable):
None
Birthdate: 14 March, 2358
Birthplace: Betazed
Marital Status & spouse name(s): "Single"
Siblings Names and Ages: n/a
Parents' Names: Yvadnna Arbrell, mother; Len Julis, [alleged] father; Gerrit Julis, stepfather
Parents' Status: Divorced
Other Important Relatives: none
Pets: Holographic tabby cat Schrodinger
Best Friends: Leanna Mazal, Enola, Unique
***
Personality
Department Preference: Science
Commissioned, Enlisted or Civilian: Commissioned
Reason for joining Starfleet or moving to a Federation base: New temporal anomalies, please
Academy/Tech Majors and Interests: Academy majors: Quantum mechanics and Particle Physics. Minors: Astrophysics and Holoprogramming.
Interests: Holoprogramming and Virtual Reality, Human music history (focus cir. 1980s-90s), and Vulcan literature
Hobbies: Holoprogramming and research
Short-term Goals: Most of his goals are somewhere between long and short term, with many irons in the fire and no obvious primary efforts. However, he’d like to just get this one very particular holodeck program finished...
Long-term Goals: While it is popularly believed that Ic is a chaos beast with no goals, he really just wants to find a place he belongs.
Defining Characteristic: All these feelings. Or maybe it’s his reputation as one of those odd prodigious Betazoid children. Hard to say. Unlike most Betazoids, Ic has possessed all his senses from birth, with very high ESP ratings logged as early as age 4. He receives emotion-based data from others in a sort of synesthetic fashion (as touch or taste or color), however, he seems to struggle in most cases to intellectually comprehend feelings when particularly complex or nuanced or in cases he’s had little to no experience with. Grief or betrayal, for instance, would be difficult for him to place or comprehend, unless presented in context with an event.
Sense of Humor: Absurd and dry. He makes a lot of jokes that are usually really specific and probably only funny to him, and he doesn’t care if you laugh.
Phobias or Fears: Deep/open water, abandonment/rejection, mammals larger than a housecat, Jeffries tubes and other enclosed spaces
Favorite Things: Birds, holodecks, coffee, muffins, Madonna, hot Vulcan men in your area
Least Favorite Things: Interruption, rudeness, habitual liars
Bad Habits or Vices: Has some trouble with self control, emotional modulation, and volume; is probably very loud to other telepaths
Achievements (personal or professional): Highly ranked in his class as well as in his sciences courses at the Academy. To have been recognized as a Walking Encyclopedia by his would-be peers was a minor personal achievement, but worth noting.
Disappointments: Rejected six times by the Vulcan Science Academy
Illnesses: Physically healthy, but his telepathic condition often has other plans
Strengths: Information retention and synthesis, unconventional paths to solutions, adaptation
Weaknesses: Doesn’t always know when to shut up, does not focus well under pressure, has zero composure in the presence of attractive people, is overenthusiastic about Vulcans
Prejudices: The JemHadar can get in the sea for what they’ve done; he'll become instantly angry if they're ever brought up. He also deeply distrusts any individuals or species whose emotional data he does not naturally receive or comprehend. Not only does Ic not know how to behave or modulate his behavior around people like these, but he’s adopted a belief from his mother warning him they weren’t to be trusted (likely in defense and for his overall well-being, given his unique abilities). This prejudice does not extend to androids or holodeck characters, which he believes are programmed to be trustworthy; he only is bothered by species organically “blank.”
***
Please write a brief answer to 3 of the following (a sentence or two for each is fine):
Your character's most painful experience His fourth rejection from the Vulcan Science Academy proved to him that he wasn’t actually improving personally as well as he thought, and that no matter his achievements and qualifications, he was never going to be as good as he believed he should be because of something as simple as how he was born.
Your character's best or favorite experience The first time he got something right in a Holodeck program, enough that it was impossible for others to distinguish it from the real thing; he was seven, and it was a model of his late pet bird (see below).
Your character's most crucial experience Ic was given a pet bird when he was six. He built a simple holodeck nature program for the bird, but alas, a bird is what it is, and did not understand the confines of the cage. He believes now that the lesson he learned that day was that he was not being groomed to do more with his life and ability, but instead being forced to do less; no more flight, only cage. You’ll be safe there.
Who is your character's role model and why? Spock, with his many achievements and distinctions as a science officer as well as someone who didn’t really fit in but made it anyway— and for allegedly not completing the Kolinahr, out of love. How beautiful.
Please write a brief sample post from your character’s perspective:
The first breath of a new place was never the most accurate, but it was always the most satisfying. It could tell you a lot about a ship or a starbase or even a planet— he’d been on a few of those, too— by the littlest feelings of the transporter chief alone, for starters. How a place treated its enlisted crew was critical, not to mention incredibly telling about the future of one’s experience there. Whether the chief was glad or weary, hungry or bored, rolled from behind the workstation and onto the platform, moved against his skin and into the lacunae of his bones.
He held it in his lungs, the greenness and gold of the chief’s interest in the new officers aboard. He held it with a smile that felt careful and slow, but which bloomed like practice in spooky action to observers, if anyone dared to look. Selfishly, he’d been told the inclination was, he hoped that they didn’t. Ic didn’t like looking at anyone, why should they do it to him? So what if he was new?
He always worried more than he needed to about being known, without realizing no one could ever. Not the way he knew ("knew") them. Thin shoulders deflated. So. They were good here.
The second breath of a new place was either comfort or alarm out of what he got from the first. Not this time, however. This time, that breath was full with his own feelings, one louder than anything else, persistent most of all. It pushed the others (the yellowing edge of curiosity, annoyance in G flat from the officer who’d beamed in beside him) down to the pit of his gut. He kept them there until it seemed he might not choke on his own self-consciousness.
Or not. No one else was talking quickly enough, and he felt the nervous need to fill the space. “Hiiiii. It’s my first day? Sorry.”
He wasn't sure what he was apologizing for, but not-moving from the platform was as good a reason as any.
***
Do you have previous experience with a role-play forum? Yes, but I'm new to proboards and Star Trek systems.
What brought you to the Frontier? Topsites
Is there anything else you’d like to tell us? Thank you!