Post by Jennifer Smith on Oct 4, 2013 20:05:01 GMT -8
Name:Jennifer Smith
Age: 20
Race: Human
Origin: John Smith had been a brilliant man, who had assisted in most of the cryogenics of the Titan Project. But he had no wife and no child to succeed him, so he developed a method of cloning his genetic material; and created a clone of himself, though turning out as female, rather than male. This was due to the way he took the sample of his DNA, and split the Diploids into Haploids, and recombining them to make different arrangements. From infant to three year old, John had grown attached to this cloned daughter of his. His heart ached when her preparations were to begin, in that third year of Jen’s life, but this was necessary in humanity’s survival.
Personality: Jennifer is the type of girl that isn't afraid to get stuff done; or at least get her subordinates to get it done. A fantastic mind when it comes to strategy, the Commander will find a way to fix a problem. At a personal scale, her attitude to herself is a bit of a downer; seeing herself somewhat as a second class citizen. She has a mentality that clone's life isn't worth much, but a simple tool.
Ethnicity: Caucasian--English
Appearance:
Role Play Sample:
Jenny's body shifted some, as eyes blinked open, the feeling of the air around her warming for the first time in years. Muscles felt sore, joints stiff, but as Being cryogenetically frozen for something like two decades, the pain was understandable. Jen lifted her upper body into the air, before turning her head this way and that, working the kinks out of her neck. She moved Catious part of her form, getting them to a more flexible condition. Legs swung over the side of the bed, dangling a bit before she pushed herself from her bed glanced around the room, her roomldn't spend much time in here, she had to figure out what had happened, how the rest of the crew was doing, and most importantly; what dangers did she have to deal with. \
"Computer, give me the ship's condition currently crash landed on an unknown planet," replied a disembodied voice.
"What have sensors determined of the atmosphere?" She questioned, the artificial Intelligence responding with readings that it had taken. Jennifer moved out of her room, and into the common area of her people, swiftly moving to the door to the corridor. Her steps made that sound that reverberating sound off the walls, bouncing around as she made her way to the officer’s set of quarters. She stood in front of the door, waiting seconds, until her finger would hit the intercom button.
Age: 20
Race: Human
Origin: John Smith had been a brilliant man, who had assisted in most of the cryogenics of the Titan Project. But he had no wife and no child to succeed him, so he developed a method of cloning his genetic material; and created a clone of himself, though turning out as female, rather than male. This was due to the way he took the sample of his DNA, and split the Diploids into Haploids, and recombining them to make different arrangements. From infant to three year old, John had grown attached to this cloned daughter of his. His heart ached when her preparations were to begin, in that third year of Jen’s life, but this was necessary in humanity’s survival.
Personality: Jennifer is the type of girl that isn't afraid to get stuff done; or at least get her subordinates to get it done. A fantastic mind when it comes to strategy, the Commander will find a way to fix a problem. At a personal scale, her attitude to herself is a bit of a downer; seeing herself somewhat as a second class citizen. She has a mentality that clone's life isn't worth much, but a simple tool.
Ethnicity: Caucasian--English
Appearance:
Role Play Sample:
Jenny's body shifted some, as eyes blinked open, the feeling of the air around her warming for the first time in years. Muscles felt sore, joints stiff, but as Being cryogenetically frozen for something like two decades, the pain was understandable. Jen lifted her upper body into the air, before turning her head this way and that, working the kinks out of her neck. She moved Catious part of her form, getting them to a more flexible condition. Legs swung over the side of the bed, dangling a bit before she pushed herself from her bed glanced around the room, her roomldn't spend much time in here, she had to figure out what had happened, how the rest of the crew was doing, and most importantly; what dangers did she have to deal with. \
"Computer, give me the ship's condition currently crash landed on an unknown planet," replied a disembodied voice.
"What have sensors determined of the atmosphere?" She questioned, the artificial Intelligence responding with readings that it had taken. Jennifer moved out of her room, and into the common area of her people, swiftly moving to the door to the corridor. Her steps made that sound that reverberating sound off the walls, bouncing around as she made her way to the officer’s set of quarters. She stood in front of the door, waiting seconds, until her finger would hit the intercom button.