Profiles

[Brie]

Since one the holiday traditions seems to be that things slow down like crazy around here, I'd like to challenge everyone to take a few minutes over the next couple of weeks and write a background profile for your character. If you already have one how about updating it and posting it here? It can be as short or as long as you want it. Knowing another character's background can be extremely helpful when trying to get everyone involved.

If there is anything in your character's background that wouldn't be common knowledge, please mark that part as "classified" so that no one knows things that they aren't supposed to know.

I'll post Brie's soon, but it desperately needs to be updated.

[Brie]

Brie's Background, updated 2/07/07:

My parents were both colonial warriors. It was fairly rare back then that a woman became a full-fledged warrior, but my mother's skills were superior to most and there was no way that they could keep her out of a viper. My father came from a long line of viper pilots, going all the way back towards the beginning of the war. They met at the Academy, and were sealed shortly after graduating. I'm told that I came as a bit of a surprise. My mother tried to hide her pregnancy for several sectars, for fear of being removed from active duty. I was born on the Battlestar Columbia.

When I was three yarhens old, both of my parents were killed during the same battle. Since they belonged to different squadrons, it's unlikely that my mother knew that my father had died. She was a widow for only a few centons before the Cylons ended her life as well.

I grew up in on a military-run orphanage ship. It was an experimental program for children like me, we were warrior's children who had lost one or both of our parents at the hands of the Cylons. At six yahrens old I was placed in a “Future Leaders” program, the youngest child to enter and also the only female at the time. My future had been chosen for me. I was fifteen at the time of the holocaust. Our ship had been on the way to Taura when the Cylons attacked, and we assisted the survivors in whatever way we could. It was a night that I’ll never forget. It was easy to hate the Cylons because of what they had done, and most of us eventually entered the Academy. Unfortunately, several of my childhood friends lost their lives too quickly fighting in this war.

At 16 I was chosen for a special, pre-Academy program. Once again, I was the only female. The program was intended to imitate what training would have been like in the colonies. Although it would delay my eventual graduation it was an incredible opportunity. We lived on the Galactica and were taught by some of their most elite warriors. One night over a yahren later I heard a commotion outside of my assigned quarters. There was a man in the hallway, a warrior who was obviously recovering from a leg injury. He was falling down drunk. I help him up and down the hall and he repaid my kindness by attacking me. I on my 18th novayahren I discovered that I was pregnant. I went to Captain Athena, who was one of my instructors, and told her the whole story. Although I wanted to keep my baby she convinced me that it was better for the child to give it away. She arranged for the adoption. My daughter was born on the Agro Ship and raised by its head farmers. The one condition that her new father had was that I was never to tell anyone the truth.

Having lost my spot in the program, I went on to attend the Academy. I was very much all-business when I first arrived there. I didn’t want to make friends, to form close relationships, I only wanted to do my job and rise in the ranks as quickly as possible. Then I met Turner. He was orphaned as an infant, along with thousands of others. I knew that he had asked me out on a bet, a bet that he always promised he would someday fill in the missing details for. I hadn’t wanted to make friends, I certainly wasn’t interested in falling in love, but he won me over. He taught me that life could be fun, something I hadn’t really experienced since my parents died. We took the seal several sectars after graduation. Life was as close to perfect as possible when you’re living in a metal crate. Then one day Turner overheard part of a conversation, a plot to kill the president. He found out all the information that he could and then turned in those involved, anonymously, or so he thought. The plot went deeper than anyone had imagined. Several sectars later he was assigned to a last centon patrol. He and his wingman both disappeared. It had been blamed on the Cylons, but I knew better. When no one would listen to me I tried to commit suicide. I was treated in the Catharsis Center for paranoid, delusional behavior. The problem was, I was perfectly sane. I knew that Turner’s disappearance hadn’t been an accident or caused by the Cylons. Someone had tried to kill him, and had probably succeeded. But no one would listen.

The sectars after Turner disappeared were the most difficult of my life. After my release from the Catharsis Center I was reinstated and eventually assigned to Gold Squadron of the Battlestar Callisto. It was a new beginning, but it included an old friend, Charybdis, who had been Turner’s best man. When Charybdis moved to the bridge much to my surprise I was elected leader of Gold Squadron, a position that I’ve held ever since. Several yahrens later I found out what had happened to Turner. He had been murdered by a man named Pierce and his followers. Pierce had been behind the assassination attempted that Turner had discovered, and later tried to take over the fleet. As much as I hated the truth, it was necessary to know in order to move on.

[Astraea]

Astraea
Lieutenant
Callisto, Historian, Gold Squadron

I was born on Pisceria where I spent most of my time swimming in the ocean not far from my home. Both of my parents worked long centars at the Piscon Fleet Yards so I became self-sufficient at an early age. You can imagine what a culture shock it was when the Holocaust forced me from being a child alone in an ocean to being one among many crowded onto an agroship. The transition was not an easy one.

Both of my parents were killed shortly there after in a Cylon raid when the agropod on our ship lost its airlock. The loss of one of our main food sources made it easy for me to disappear in the vast sea of ships. After all, feeding thousands took precedence over tracking down one young girl who no one even realized was missing.

But, I'm a survivor. Even though I could hardly be considered an adult at 15 yahren, I learned to fend for myself. The ocean waves from my beloved Pisceria were replaced with waves of text as I buried myself in the Colonial Archives. At first, I had been amazed by how many books had survived, how many compu-tapes filled with our history. Then, as the yahren passed and I became familiar with nearly every log entry available, I understood how much had actually been lost. It became my quest to piece together the fragments of our collective past, to follow the clues from legends, folklore, verbal histories and even personal logs to compile a more comprehensive ledger for future generations.

Seeing first hand how easily the past can be forgotten, I have maintained a personal log diligently. While I know that a more official log is being kept of our trek through the galaxy, merely the fact and figures from every event, I have made it my mission to record the events from the human perspective.

In so many yahren of merely recording the heroics, futilities, inspiration and failures of others, it never occurred to me that I could actually have the opportunity to become a part of making history. Even though the Galactica was continually in need of Viper pilots, I wouldn't allow myself a micron of thought about joining the ranks. So many men and women had grown up with one objective in mind, to become Colonial Warriors. Who was I to think that I could join such a coveted and extremely vital position? I was little more than a button pusher, a researcher with grandiose dreams far beyond my reach. I couldn't even work up the courage to take the entrance exam to the makeshift academy onboard the Galactica. I had accepted my role in the course of our journey and left it at that.

All of that changed, however, when the Callisto arose from the depths of space. Suddenly, there were more Colonial Warrior positions available then there were men and women to fill them and a glimmer of hope sparked within me. I couldn't resist the temptation to transfer to the Callisto and set up office as historian. The excitement of the men and women onboard became a palpable energy, infecting everything and everyone, including me. It was a wonderful feeling to be a part of something so new, so fresh.

I was surprised when Captain Charybdis took and interest in me. I still had reservations about tempting fate, of pressing my luck at becoming something more than what I was, but Captain Charybdis had a way of making me feel comfortable. At first, our conversations were little more than an exchange of information. Then, over time, a friendship developed.

Finally, I consented to take the cadet exam and was given a warm welcome by the Callisto Gold Squadron. I never in my wildest dreams thought that I could become a part of such an elite squadron and having Charybdis as my squadron leader gave me the chance to really get to know him. Now I can’t even imagine my life without him in it. My life couldn’t be more perfect at the moment.

Captain Brie just came in with the news that I will be on the mission to the derelict ship that we discovered! I’m so excited that I could float there! I’ll continue with my personal log after cataloging everything that I can from the ship.

[Agelastus]

Slightly modified bio...the last line of the original no longer made sense, so I expanded it a little...

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I was born on the northern continent of Saggitara nearly twenty yahrens before Adar led the Colonies to our own damnation. As a young man, even by Colonial standards that late in the war, I joined Warrior training. My final training rotation was aboard the Acropolis during the run up to the ambush off Cimtar.

I was one of the lucky ones. Of the thirty-two pilots who managed to launch in the opening phase of the attack, hastily manning the “ready” Vipers on a first come, first launched basis, I was one of only seven survivors to land on the Galactica.

The face of the pilot who’s Viper I took still haunts me. I’ll never know what delayed Tanais, or where she was when she died, but I’ll always wonder if she died in my place. Took my turn before the Chooser.

None of my family survived the Cylon razing of the northern continent. I have no pictures of them. These days, I cannot even remember my mother’s face, or the laughter of my innumerable cousins.

After that, I developed quite a wild reputation on the Galactica. Although never in the same league as Apollo, Starbuck or any of the other prominent pilots, I took down my fair share of Cylons. Unfortunately, I also took more than my fair share of demerits – not undeservedly so though.

The final straw was the appropriation of some vintage Ambrosa that had been allocated to the Councilors for Virgon and Aeries. Not that I minded when caught. The nightmares were bad that sectar, and my grounding and reduction in rank were barely felt through my drunken haze.

Ambrosa has quite a kick to Saggitarans.

It was Sheba who gave me my second chance, even if indirectly. When the Callisto reached the fleet and she assumed command of the new vessel, warriors had to be found from somewhere. My brief stay in the prison barge had not been pleasant; when one’s reluctant to sleep the boredom’s a killer.

Since then I’ve mostly been a placeholder on the Callisto. I did the grunt work, the regular patrols that somehow always miss the glory. My record let me keep flying, but also stood against me.

To date, I was the oldest ensign in the Fleet.

That's changed now though; my recent promotions have been swift, taking me to rarefied heights that I never reached on the Galactica. Of course, that just means that old habits that never completely died may come back to haunt me...

[Amy81]

I was born several yahrens after the destruction of the colonies, aboard the main agro ship in the fleet. Like my parents and the generations before them, I was expected to follow in their footsteps and spend my life tending to the crops. Throughout my childhood, I never thought I'd be anything else but a farmer.

My younger days were those like any typical kid, aside from the fact that we were living on a ship fleeing from forces that wanted to destroy us. I was vaguely aware that not all kids were as fortunate as me, to have vast spaces to run in and have both parents around to take care of me. I was schooled by my parents, so I never left the ship to attend any of the classes offered aboard the battlestar, or see how these other kids lived.

In my teen years, things changed for me and the way I looked at my future. A security guard came to work on the agro ship, a former warrior who'd been wounded in battle. With nothing much around to secure, he'd tell me stories whenever I was able to sneak away from my chores. What stories!! Stories of brave warriors and fighting ships, meeting the enemy head on... it stirred something inside of me, and when I came of age I decided to enroll in the warrior academy.

Which my parents rejected out of hand. Which made me want to do it even more. By the time my shuttle finally came to get me, my parents and I weren't speaking, and I boarded that shuttle without anyone to see me off. It was the saddest yet most exciting day of my life.

My first day on the battlestar changed my entire life. My group was greeted by Lt. Colonel Charybdis, and it wasn't long before we were seeing each other outside of class. It was a relationship that both helped and marred my record and reputation as a warrior, but I didn't care.

After graduation I was assigned under Major Brie in Gold Squadron. I started out doing menial work as ensigns usually do, but my positive attitude won me several quick promotions which most outsiders chalked up to my relationship with Charybdis, when that relationship was finally brought into the open. But Brie stood by me and we became great friends.

As I write this, we are preparing for a mission that's described as a one-way mission. Suicide they say. Well, I signed up to defend the fleet, and nothing can or will keep me from going. The fleet had been separated from us for some time, but we've found it again and I know my parents are safe. I've gotten back on speaking terms with them, and I think they are proud of me even though I doubt they'd ever say so. I got to see Charybdis and we smoothed out the rough spots in our relationship. So my mind is clear and I'm at peace with myself and those close to me.

I can't believe that this is the end, but I put my faith in Major Brie and the Lords of Kobol, and what will be will be.

*Historians note: Captain Amy did not return from the mission to the Cylon base, and is listed as deceased in the official records.

**Historians update: Captain Amy has returned from the mission, and is currently on life support in medlab.

[Brie]

Since the subject of bios has been brought up for updating the website, I just want to take a moment and remind everyone to take a minute and post a character profile here.

For those of you who have posted already, thank you! Okay, we've done well with the "A"s, how about the rest of the alphabet?

[Captain Hawke]

Name: Hawke
Age: 33 Yarhens
Home planet: Caprica

He grew up on Caprica. His parents owned a daggit
store in Caprica City. He was more than mischeivious
as anyone else. Hotwiring hovermobiles,dealing drugs (Falash.),overindulging in ambrosia. His parents were killed the night the colonies were attacked. He had a brother onthe Battlestar Columbia who was a viper pilot. He was
killed in the colony attack too. After being notified
of his brother's death, he became a viper pilot on the
Galactica. He was a member of Red Squadron under
Captain Apollo. Hawke had the most kill ratio on the
Galactica. Starbuck & Hawke had a friendly competition
to see who could kill more Cylons.
The rest of his bio is classified.

[LucianG]

Name: Lucian
Current Rank: Major
Assignment: Engineering and Technology Department,
Battlestar Callisto
Age: Approximately 42 yahrens

My mother always told me I was lucky to be alive. My conception just before my parents departed on the deep space exploration vessel Odyssey Nine was supposedly impossible due to the long-term birth control medication my mother had received. In addition, the Odyssey Nine was already underway for a couple of weeks prior to her discovering her condition, so by then, it was too late for her to be left behind. Thus, this Caprican was born in space, having never had the pleasure of setting foot on my home world.

For over eight yahrens we traveled, journeying to an area of space with planets believed suitable for colonization. We would stop every couple of yahrens to drop another FTL message relay station, which allowed us to receive occasional news from home. I was educated by our expedition’s researchers and by the crew of our ship, which was one of the best and fastest research vessels of its day. In all there were twenty-three of us aboard the O-9, with me being the only child.

When we reached our first “target” planet, my mother, an archeologist, and my father, a xeno-agronomist, began their real work. We were there for three difficult yahrens, before it was finally concluded by the mission commander that the planet was indeed not suitable for an easy colonization by humans. Two other planets followed in succession, each with similar results.

In my seventeenth yahren, as we traveled to our final target world before our planned journey home, we received an FTL message that more than a yahren before, our home worlds had been destroyed by the Cylons. The Galactica was leading survivors in our general direction. We received a few periodic messages over the next yahren, but eventually, they stopped, since, we assumed, the Cylons had destroyed one of our relay buoys. After some time was spent exploring several other uninviting worlds while waiting for the fleet to “catch-up with us,” we set out to locate it. On the journey, I learned everything I could, from piloting and navigation, to structural/ship engineering and general maintenance, to hydroponics and creative cookery.

For almost twenty yahrens after we heard the initial news of the loss of our homeworlds, we searched the galaxy for the surviving fleet, making only occasional stops to replenish supplies. Finally, as we were beginning to give up hope of ever seeing our brothers and sisters, we were surprised by a flight of three Cylon Raiders on patrol. We were able to evade them by hiding in an asteroid field for a time, but in the process our ship suffered heavy damage and casualties. Finally, to convince them we had been destroyed, we loaded our shuttle with fuel, and I flew it into an asteroid, escaping by lifeboat only a few microns before it crashed and exploded. With our ship silent and powered down, the tin-heads were duped, and we escaped with our lives, stranded in the asteroids. Luckily, a long range Viper patrol found us only a short time later, having been attracted to our location by the blast. Sadly, the O-9 had to be salvaged due to the extensive damage, but the eleven survivors of our expedition joined the fleet, along with a portion of our valuable research. With the loss of my parents in the attack on the O-9 and as a result of extensive tutelage by Captain Rostammer aboard the O-9, I qualified as a Colonial Warrior.

I completed the full course in less than a yahren, taking many of my credits by examination after limited instruction. During that time, I was constantly learning new things, particularly on the social front, and trying to discover things from my family’s past. I discovered true friendship, true love, and true hurt during that time, but my devotion to protecting our people drove me onward. Captain Rostammer presented by pin when I was commissioned as an ensign, and I was assigned to Black Squadron upon the Callisto. I eventually was elected Black Squadron Leader, and then moved to the Bridge where I became Senior Flight Officer. Commander Sheba eventually transferred me to head the Engineering and Technology Department, where I currently serve.

It has been wonderful to find out that we were not alone, that others in the fleet survived. Now, I am doing my best to help keep our people safe from the Cylon menace while we search for the lost colony known as Earth.

[JustinB]

Name: JustinB
Current Rank: Major
Assignment: Black Squadron Commanding Officer
Battlestar Callisto
Age: Approximately 30 yahrens


I was about 4 yahren old the night the cylons destroyed my home world of Caprica. Both my father and mother were killed in the attack. A loving couple took care of me aboard the Rising Star.

The day that changed my life was when I saw a Warrior comforting another young boy who had lost his daggit. I knew then what I wanted to do with my life. As soon as I was able, I submitted my application to the Academy. At the same time, the Callisto joined our fleet. I transferred to the Callisto Academy and graduated a Warrior.

I initially transferred to Black Squadron under Major Lucian. Soon after many daring missions, I served under Major BatGal. I was promoted to Captain for my hard work and dedication. But I always knew, I wanted to command. A yahren later I got my wish.

As Commanding Officer of Black Squadron, I dedicate my work to the survival of the fleet, the Callisto and my fellow warriors. Even though I have my ups and downs, I live by Major BatGal's ideals;
NEVER GIVE UP, NEVER SURRENDER.

[Captain Hawke]

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