Mistiel

Peter Pan

I'm just gonna leave this here.....for inspiration. I've never actually even seen the actual movie. GLHF :)

What Are You Listening To?

I have absolutely no shame (but Voyager's theme is FAR better).

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria was stunned as the cube collapsed and Daisy remained, quite literally smoking. Ceria thought back to only minutes before when she had grabbed the effervescent tiefling's arm to warn her about staying with the group. Daisy's last words to her rang hollow in her pointed ears and made her head swim: " "I'm not a child anymore. I've done this before, and there was no real threat until now, and no guarantee of one still. Risk is part of life! How else does one make a name for themselves?"

The elf numbly walked over to the tiefling and sank to her knees. She knew of no remedy for the other woman as tears slid freely down her face. Just as the tiefling's rigor mortis was starting, she whispered: "That's why I said don't go so far ahead. I'll miss you Daisy. Atra du evarínya ono varda, fricai" (May the stars watch over you, friend.) When the tiefling's chest gave a final heave and lay still, the elf slowly stood up, staring blankly ahead, knuckles white from clenching the bow so hard. Chip, sensing his friend's sorrow, appeared from her pack and scampered down to cuddle up on Daisy's body.

Ceria Verkorcoran ran. She ran back the way they had come, not giving a literal rat's ass about the hole in the wall. Not caring if she ran into more fish people. There had been too much loss for the still-young elf this day. She could no longer cope with it all.

Though it took her time, she ran all the way up the up the stairs, through the cathedral and back through town toward the inn, unable to look at the stupid anti-elvish slur over the door. The door was open though, warm light spilling across the ground. Ceria hardly noticed that it was nighttime, barely even registered the bawdy singing and nightly festivities from inside the tavern. She had run for nearly half an hour, chest heaving, eyes red and wet brimming with brine.

She passed a random drunk outside on the street too drunk to notice his surroundings and she snatched up his half-finished beer tankard without him even stirring. The hard liquor was down her gullet a split second later as she tossed the mug aside with a thunderous crash into the side of a building across from the tavern.

The elf, with a cold, blind rage in her eyes, nocked an arrow from her remaining quiver of thirteen and sent that thirteenth arrow flying at the first living, non-human thing she saw: some sort of livestock wandering in the street (Atk: 15 / Dmg: 10 )

She left whatever it was in pain and ran around behind the inn. Sinking to the ground, the tears fell fast and loose and she absolutely bawled, whimpering and sobbing into her arms which were folded across her knees now. Her bow lay on the ground next to her, her quiver with the remaining twelve arrows pressing roughly into her back. All of these details were lost as the elf cried, and cried, and cried some more. First Arthera left her for petty reasons, and now Daisy, the life of their little group, had suddenly just died out of the blue. Ceria couldn't believe it. What the hell was the purpose of being in a party the size of theirs if people still died? She'd almost died herself today because of that stupid dodgy drake. Her world was in shambles. Worst. Day. Ever.

Star Trek-Inspired RP

App For Either Your Chief or Junior Medical Officer

Lilx Lyrx

C H A R A C T E R

Full Name: Lilx Jasi Lyrx
Species: Betazoid
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Abilities: Can sense a full range of emotions, but sifting through complex tangled webs of emotion still takes time and great concentration. Projecting her thoughts to other Betazoids is relatively easy for her, but she hasn't yet learned to project her thoughts to non-Betazoids.

M E D I C A L R E C O R D S

Birthdate: January 2nd, 2363
Height: 5'6"
Hair color: Blonde (dyed from dark brown)
Eye color: Black
Tattoos/markings: None immediately noticeable, but she has a tiny tattoo of a bird in flight on her back's right shoulder that she got on Earth right after leaving Betazed for Starfleet. The tattoo, along with the hair dying, was purely to rebel against her mother.
Psychological Status: Fit for duty
Physical Status: Fit for duty, but she's a bit delicate

P E R S O N A L I T Y

3 positive traits: Accessible, Benevolent, Optimistic
3 negative traits: Fussy, Hesitant, Self-pitying
Favorite Hobby: Reading romance novels
Favorite place to go: Besides her bed/bunk? She's usually too busy in med bay to take much holodeck time for herself.
Favorite food: Chicken parmesan

A perfect day would be spent: Solving everybody's medical or psychological problems efficiently with little effort, then taking some time for herself to relax and fraternize with the crew somewhere on the holodeck or in the mess.

Pet peeves: Passive-aggressive bullying/shunning, apathy, selfish people, violence
One thing that disgusts them: Excuses

Personality Type: When in a sick bay setting, Lilx is a maternal sort of physician who gets attached to patients. Outside of a sickbay, Lilx is optimistic about others, yet self-pitying in regards to her own problems. She is an extrovert who gains energy from being around other people and helping them. Introversion makes her overthink way too much. Hence why she always likes to be in public, presenting a happy face and pretending everything will be okay. Her happy face slips a little bit with headaches....

B A C K G R O U N D

Place of birth: Betazed
Parents' Names: Lwzie Lyrx & Shaxana Pffist-Lyrx
Siblings' Names: A seven-year-old little sister named Eet Lyrx
Culture/Religion: Agnostic/skeptic

B R I E F H I S T O R Y

Growing up in the capitol city of the Betazoid homeworld, Lilx was aware that her family had extremely high expectations of her. She was constantly reminded and reamed out by her mother for not excelling enough as a child, even though she won two trophies in academic decathlons as a twelve and fourteen year old respectively.

Lilx had always favored her mother in appearance, but her father in bearing. Her mother was quite haughty, arrogant even, and was never above using her keen mental powers to selfishly pry private information from others' minds; a practice that Lilx detested and, as quickly as possible, taught herself how to shield her own thoughts from someone at least as nosy as her own mom, though it might not keep someone less familiar to her out. Her father was silent to the point of awkwardness, humble, and a pacifist in the extreme.

Both of her parents still live on Betazed and are as healthy as can be (for the most part). Lilx writes back to them regularly, usually every week, and loves them both very much, albeit in different ways, even if her mother Shaxana is just entering the Phase and not divorcing, but legally separating with, her father in order to fulfill her carnal desires (holy crap run-on sentence!). This makes Lilx all the more glad to have accepted Starfleet's offer.

Lilx had always been a brilliant medical scientist. At eighteen years old, she had come up with a hypothesis on how to better treat the Zarithi fever and her work got her accepted into one of Betazed's premiere medical universities. After attending, she graduated as salutatorian (2nd) in her class with a degree in Pathology, with a psychology minor. She then went on to get a Master's degree in pathology, then finished up her doctorate's degree in neuroscience, becoming one of the youngest ever Betazoids - at age 26 - to achieve such a goal. Lilx did her doctorate's dissertation on The Phase once it became clear that her own mother was succumbing to its effects, quickly becoming quite promiscuous and legally separating with her father, leaving Lilx's seven year old sister in the custody OF her father.

Such a momentous occasion found her on her 26th birthday with a visit from a Starfleet recruiter asking her if she would like to take the test to be a part of Starfleet. Despite her initial objections to being separated from her little sister and home planet, her mother all but shooed her out the door, beaming with motherly pride (and just a little bit of a selfish gleam in her eye). Lilx didn't want to leave her little sister, but she ended up leaving her with a quick hug and kiss, promising she'd come back soon "with a way to help our mommy, okay?". Little Eet seemed pleased with this arrangement and "allowed" her big sister to leave.

And so it was that Lilx was shipped off to Starfleet, passing her psych test with flying colors, but only scoring in a mediocre fashion on the middle test and just barely passing the first math-related part. Brilliant young physician she may be, Lilx was and is NO engineer or tactician.

Upon arriving on Earth to commence being a Starfleet cadet, Lilx dyed her brown tresses to blonde in order to fit in and change things up. She also did it because she knew it would make her Phase-ridden arrogant mother disapprove.

E X P E R I E N C E

Higher Education: Yes
- Area of Study: Pathology (Minor in Psychology) >> Pathology Master's >> Neuroscience Doctorate
- Years of Study: 4 (18-22) >> 2 (22-24) >> 2 (24-26)
- Graduated: Yes, from the Betazed medical school mentioned above.

Top 3 Areas of Aptitude: Neuroscience, Pathology, Psychology
Lowest 3 Areas of Aptitude: Security, Tactical, Computer Sciences
Highest Scoring Test from Entrance Exam: Psych test
Lowest Scoring Test from Entrance Exam: Dynamic relationships test

Division: Medical
Specialty: Neuroscience

Lilx is very talented in spotting and treating diseases of all types. She is already considered, at least on the Betazoid homeworld, a capable - if a bit green - physician since her family paid for all of her education, doctorate's degree included, so she never even had to take a paying job before Starfleet. All in all, Starfleet cannot afford to pass up this brilliant medical mind who also has the ability to calm patients' nerves with her knowledge of their emotional states.

Hope you actually get this thing off the ground. The only other RP I'm participating in is my lovely D&D group. I'm in the Pacific Standard time zone. Also, yes, Lilx is a wee young for a Betazoid, and I coatally wasn't meshing the hologram Robert Picardo doctor with Deanna Troi in my head. I am open to making some slight changes as needed. I originally designed this charrie so that she was still in Academy phase (even though she was ridiculously overqualified). Once you've gotten a decent-sized crew assembled, I'll add on to the history any relevant bits about how she got on the ship.

Additionally, if an aspiring Photoshop user out there somehow got an urge to put Alona Tal in a Starfleet (either Voyager or TNG) medical officer uniform, then that person would be awesome. Having our ship be of Voyager-class but take place after the Janeway disappearance and/or after the Dominion War would also be fantastic!

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Being in a party is making me go soft, Ceria chided herself as she belatedly caught a flicker of Yvah's tail slithering over some rubble to the west of the intersecting corridors. The words echoed some of the arguments that Arthera had made to her on quiet nights around their crude fire pits out in the wild. Ceria snapped out of her reverie by the sounds of a scuffle off in the direction Yvah went.

Araerys's hand motion barely registered with Ceria as the thoroughbred elf girl fast overtook the halfblood one, abandoning stealth for haste. With all the noise they had made at this point, stealth was almost a fruitless exercise. Besides, clambering up the rubble pile like she was headed for, stealth was a fruitless exercise among so many loosely packed stones. That and surely any people they encountered who were hostile had long since heard or even felt their presence. The unnerving feeling like she was being watched made Ceria's spine tingle as she made to retrace Yvah's exact route through the rubble, bow in hand with her quiver and pack with Chip inside jostling a bit against her back.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria turned around from her position in the hall at the sound of MORE shattering glass. "Would you keep it down in there people?" she hissed. Turning back around to face the hallway's intersection, she mutters more to herself but still audible to anyone who cares. "Oh sure! Let's just invite more dragons and fish people to come try to lop our heads off for the THIRD time! I LOVE nearly getting burnt to a crisp!" Another foot stamp, but this time she had the presence of mind to merely kick her toe into the stone instead of the louder heel part of her foot. The dull thud of the force of impact was therapeutic and she used the pain to focus on guarding.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria seemed taken aback by Daisy's perceived saucy disregard for the warning. "Well sor-ry then. Just looking out for you," she muttered at the plant lady's back as the elf trudged behind after a minute delay, rather deflated, to resume a post just outside the room. She took it upon herself to keep an arrow nocked in case of combat, but kept her bow pointed down with both hands so that she appeared more nonchalant and - hopefully - willing to see reason. It was her hope that some of these merpeople might be more willing to talk things out rather than just blindly start attacking them. Then again, that was probably illogical given whatever unholy purpose they stuffed two humanoids into tanks for.

She shook her head as the fresh memories of the horrid events in the cathedral above washed over her. A few singed strands fell to the floor with the motion, gently reminding the elf that her entire back side was still covered in a fine layer of soot from the drake's fire breath attacks. How had she not noticed the drake at the front of the room? Yes it was tiny, but it was bright red for gods' sake! She was supposed to be the party's expert on creatures and she had nearly fallen victim to one hiding on the floor facefirst. What had she been thinking? She stamped a booted foot angrily on the smooth stone floor beneath her and the sound echoed slightly in front of her. She turned to look over her shoulder into the room and couldn't really make out what was going on, but she frankly couldn't be bothered at the moment. The potential dangers lay behind them for the most part and Ceria would rather be damned to hell than let herself get snuck up on again.

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

@Ermine

Ceria saw Daisy going off to explore to the south by herself. Just as she was about to open her mouth to ask the tiefling to not split up in uncharted territory, a thunderous crash from inside the room made Ceria jump in fright. She whirled around and took a few steps to what was now her right so that she could peer through the doorway. Yvah it would seem had tipped over one of the tanks to free its occupant(s). Either that was the shortest human or tallest gnome Ceria had ever seen, or that stout pudgy form was a dwarf. Whatever it was, she didn't waste time trying to make friends with it.

Leaving Yvah and possibly Araerys to deal with the newly rescued captive, Ceria took off in a southerly direction to go fetch their resident tiefling. She briefly toyed with the idea of further stealth, but after a unique glass tinkling crash like that in such an echo-y underground area, whoever was down here, if anyone, likely already knew where to look first. With that being her logic, the elf moved like lightning with reflexive catlike grace after the tiefling bard. Not wanting to attract any MORE unwanted attention, Ceria waited until she'd gotten up within whispering distance before attempting to tug on the other girl's elbow. "Psst! Daisy! We should probably expect company after that noise. Splitting up is probably not good with potential baddies inbound. At least use the buddy system or tell someone next time. There could be more of those infernal drakes around."

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Ceria may or may not use a Dash to catch up to Daisy (DM's discretion).

Beginner's DnD 5e Game - Group 2

Ceria followed Yvah as they reached the staircase end and corridor intersection. Mimicking the feline woman's glances left and right, Ceria followed at about seven paces back and got just across the hallway to a very dimly lit area in front of the room. She spied a vaguely humanoid figure thrashing about in a green tank inside the room.

Drawing her bow and nocking an arrow, keeping said arrow pointed toward the floor so as not to further alarm the thrashing imprisoned being within, Ceria carefully guarded for the rest of the party should they wish to cross to her side of the hallway outside the north room.

Is this person to be turned into things like those villagers? she wondered silently. Her whole being shuddered violently at the thought.

What Are You Listening To?

That voice though....<3_<3