Post by Thoval sh'Kor on Dec 7, 2014 20:29:59 GMT
Name: Thoval th'Kor
Rank: Lt. (JG)
Position: Chief Tactical Officer
Species: Andorian
Gender: Female, for ease of identification
Date of Birth: 2345 (Age 46)
Place of Birth: Andor
Description
While Thoval lacks the chest or hips that mark most female humanoids, her voice betrays her (approximate) sex. The Andorian wears her white hair short, though styled, complimenting her strong jaw and cheekbones. They're not the only aspects of her that are strong: Thoval has clearly worked with her body for a living, and her musculature speaks to the weapon she was trained to be. Scars litter her skin, a shade of blue not unlike the ozone that populates Thoval's home planet, but the only wound marring her face is a slice stretching from her left eye to the base of her left antenna. Thoval doesn't enjoy speaking of it, and as she measures in at a neat two meters, people rarely demand answers of her.
Despite her appearance, Thoval prefers to charm rather than intimidate. For an Andorian she gets along surprisingly well with most humans, and has cultivated a dry humor through long years of exposure. Her mellowness extends to most interactions, but give Thoval a problem to solve, a team to keep safe, and she comes alive. It's not difficult to see why the Andorian avoids her species once you see her at work; the passion Thoval applies to her duties is worthy of ballads where she comes from.
And Thoval won't let herself find a bondmate—no matter what.
Biography
As is to be expected from an Andorian of the Kor family, Thoval's knowledge of other species ranks in as above average. Her people skills, however, do not. It was clear from a young age that, while she possessed a certain charm, Thoval lacked the necessary gravitas for diplomacy. After the second ushaan she was called to honor nearly crippled her, Thoval chose to enter the Andorian Defense Forces rather than continue to provoke her family.
The military life suited Thoval better than any attempt at diplomacy had. She forged strong friendships, found a rank that suited her, and was entirely content to spend the rest of her life in the ADF but love, as it so often does, intervened. One by one, Thoval's friends found their mates; the intimate companionship they had shared disappeared in the wake of biological changes. Still neuter, Thoval found herself growing increasingly resentful of her species' imperative, of the functions that held their hearts hostage after second puberty. Growing up in the midst of diplomats had done little for Thoval's temperament, but it had taught her that there were other ways, better ways to spend one's life than at the mercy of biology.
Thoval resigned her commission and left Andoria to find a better way.
At first, the officer-turned-vagrant moved from ship to ship, planet to planet, with no long-term goal in mind. Her time in the ADF had not left her without skills, and so the Andorian sold them. She worked on security details both sanctioned and illicit until, finally, her honor prevailed. Thoval had no desire to protect those unworthy of protection, no matter how well they paid. Surely her skills could be put to better use.
Luck came in the form of an unbeatable enemy: An Orion criminal whose security Thoval had been overseeing came up against Starfleet. Rather than attempt to best an organization Thoval respected, she arranged the Orion's forces in such a way that Starfleet was able to overtake him with no casualties. Once her employer had been secured, Thoval came forward. After a brief incarceration and thorough background check, Thoval was allowed to try her hand at a more worthy profession.
While older than her peers, the Andorian enjoyed Starfleet Academy—though she avoided her own species with a fervor that did little to improve her reputation as a provocateur. It was soon clear that her experience in the field lent her an advantage many students lacked, and when Thoval was assigned her first post, it was at a higher rank than her grades should have afforded her. Through action, Thoval proved herself more than capable of her duties, but it was her dedication to avoiding her fellow Andorians that finally allowed for her promotion. She submitted a request to be transferred to the USS Portland due to the lack of Andorian officers and found herself in a role in desperate need of filling: Chief Tactical Officer.
Comfortable in her abilities if not in her species, Thoval stands ready to serve in any capacity demanded of her.
Rank: Lt. (JG)
Position: Chief Tactical Officer
Species: Andorian
Gender: Female, for ease of identification
Date of Birth: 2345 (Age 46)
Place of Birth: Andor
Description
While Thoval lacks the chest or hips that mark most female humanoids, her voice betrays her (approximate) sex. The Andorian wears her white hair short, though styled, complimenting her strong jaw and cheekbones. They're not the only aspects of her that are strong: Thoval has clearly worked with her body for a living, and her musculature speaks to the weapon she was trained to be. Scars litter her skin, a shade of blue not unlike the ozone that populates Thoval's home planet, but the only wound marring her face is a slice stretching from her left eye to the base of her left antenna. Thoval doesn't enjoy speaking of it, and as she measures in at a neat two meters, people rarely demand answers of her.
Despite her appearance, Thoval prefers to charm rather than intimidate. For an Andorian she gets along surprisingly well with most humans, and has cultivated a dry humor through long years of exposure. Her mellowness extends to most interactions, but give Thoval a problem to solve, a team to keep safe, and she comes alive. It's not difficult to see why the Andorian avoids her species once you see her at work; the passion Thoval applies to her duties is worthy of ballads where she comes from.
And Thoval won't let herself find a bondmate—no matter what.
Biography
As is to be expected from an Andorian of the Kor family, Thoval's knowledge of other species ranks in as above average. Her people skills, however, do not. It was clear from a young age that, while she possessed a certain charm, Thoval lacked the necessary gravitas for diplomacy. After the second ushaan she was called to honor nearly crippled her, Thoval chose to enter the Andorian Defense Forces rather than continue to provoke her family.
The military life suited Thoval better than any attempt at diplomacy had. She forged strong friendships, found a rank that suited her, and was entirely content to spend the rest of her life in the ADF but love, as it so often does, intervened. One by one, Thoval's friends found their mates; the intimate companionship they had shared disappeared in the wake of biological changes. Still neuter, Thoval found herself growing increasingly resentful of her species' imperative, of the functions that held their hearts hostage after second puberty. Growing up in the midst of diplomats had done little for Thoval's temperament, but it had taught her that there were other ways, better ways to spend one's life than at the mercy of biology.
Thoval resigned her commission and left Andoria to find a better way.
At first, the officer-turned-vagrant moved from ship to ship, planet to planet, with no long-term goal in mind. Her time in the ADF had not left her without skills, and so the Andorian sold them. She worked on security details both sanctioned and illicit until, finally, her honor prevailed. Thoval had no desire to protect those unworthy of protection, no matter how well they paid. Surely her skills could be put to better use.
Luck came in the form of an unbeatable enemy: An Orion criminal whose security Thoval had been overseeing came up against Starfleet. Rather than attempt to best an organization Thoval respected, she arranged the Orion's forces in such a way that Starfleet was able to overtake him with no casualties. Once her employer had been secured, Thoval came forward. After a brief incarceration and thorough background check, Thoval was allowed to try her hand at a more worthy profession.
While older than her peers, the Andorian enjoyed Starfleet Academy—though she avoided her own species with a fervor that did little to improve her reputation as a provocateur. It was soon clear that her experience in the field lent her an advantage many students lacked, and when Thoval was assigned her first post, it was at a higher rank than her grades should have afforded her. Through action, Thoval proved herself more than capable of her duties, but it was her dedication to avoiding her fellow Andorians that finally allowed for her promotion. She submitted a request to be transferred to the USS Portland due to the lack of Andorian officers and found herself in a role in desperate need of filling: Chief Tactical Officer.
Comfortable in her abilities if not in her species, Thoval stands ready to serve in any capacity demanded of her.
