Medical Assistant : Althaia Rahael

Name: Althaia Rose Rahael
Age: 18
Race: human
Origin:

Althaia's mother, Rose, was a very skilled surgeon. She worked in a hospital in a large city before she volunteered on missions in foreign countries to help the wounded and sick. After becoming pregnant by another missionary in her encampment, however, she returned home. Her hard work and prowess provided her with a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity: her higher-ups, who had approved her maternity leave, offered her a chance to send her child into, essentially, the future, off to start a new colony of humans on some distant planet that could potentially save the human race until the end of time. Despite being a compassionate person who had always dreamed of family, she was too young to raise a child, especially on her own, and she had dreams to accomplish that this child would hinder. She gladly volunteered her child to the Colony and returned to work shortly after her birth.

Personality:

Althaia is probably one of the most sweet, innocent, kind, caring, and considerate members of the Colony. She will always take into consideration the needs of others before considering her own needs, as was programmed into her before the Colony left. She will always do anything and everything possible to comfort others, give them a shoulder to cry on, someone to rely on, or just somebody to talk to, pick on, and keep company. She prefers flight to fight, but more than that, she prefers to make peace. She never tries to be an instigator, but something about her innocence is often seen as ignorance and starts up small arguments.

She is both mature and immature for her age, sometimes behaving both ways simultaneously (which is a remarkable feat, indeed). She is always obeying orders that are given to her, so long as they're given with a fair and just tone; any command given in a demeaning or patronizing way will make her feel inferior and unwanted. She needs to be dealt with gently, as she has an inferiority complex as well as an overly guilty conscience. Any mistake will haunt her for the rest of her days, unless she is convinced that it was a common, trivial error that anyone could have made.

Althaia enjoys her duties as a physician and a doctor; she takes pride in her work and always triple-checks her work (as faults and flaws cause her great distress). While she is working on minor cases - such as sprains, strains, colds, and other small sicknesses - she is just as giddy, optimistic and giggly as she is when she's just milling about. She tries to be gentle, careful not to stress or further injure her patients. When in more complicated situations - such as broken bones, diseases, toxins, and the like - she is still as optimistic and energized, but it's a silent optimism and a more focused energy that keeps her on her tip-toes and thinking sharp.

For some reason, pandas are just comforting to her. She reads about them and looks at pictures of them whenever she gets a chance. That explains her obsession with wearing black and white.

Ethnicity: caucasian
Appearance: 
5'4", 122lbs, hazel eyes, brown+blonde+pink hair, generally always wearing black and white.


Role Play Sample: (from Jasten's version of the Colony)

Coherent thoughts were hard to invent when one had said not a single word in their life. Regardless of the fact that she should have understood nothing, she understood everything. Everything that she was expected to know began to flicker to life as something beyond the glass began to pry at her consciousness and awaken her mind, the gears turning. She knew words, and she knew sound, and she knew touch, and taste, and smell. Every single fragment of life that the average human lived was suddenly thrust upon her frozen body. Suddenly, she knew everything.

The realization that there was a world beyond a cyrogenically frozen body hit Althaia like a brick wall. Her breaths had been small and sweet, like those of a sleeping child, and the instant that the cold air touched her - truly touched her, through her endless slumber - her deep hazel eyes flew open and a gasp filled her chest with ice. It took only a moment for her to realize her body was numb. She stood in shock for a moment, jaw gaped as though to speak, but not a sound coming out; her breath was frozen inside her.

What's going on? she asked silently, the first true thought having finally been formed in her head and mouthed by her pale lips. Something was letting out an eerie, incessant cry, and lights outside were flaring. Her hazel eyes remained transfixed on it for a second before it clicked. A siren? What is going on? She looked around, still unable to connect all the pieces. Where am I? Why's the siren going off? She looked around, peering through something seethrough; she leaned forward and her head touched something cold and solid.

Oh. Glass. The glass? Oh! The cyrogenic freezers! That's where I am! Althaia wasn't entirely certain how she knew this, but it seemed right. Colony six... that's what's going on. We landed... We? Oh! Others! Her thoughts were coming more quickly now, but her body was still a bit sluggish. Do the others hear the siren? Do they know what's going on? Do they know where we are? For an instant, panic settled in. The others! Are the others here? Are the others okay? They're okay, right?

She leaned back and immediately lurched forward again, squinting her eyes tight as she used all of her weight to shove open the glass that held her prisoner; the glass that held her safe; the glass that was her whole world and all she'd ever known without really knowing it. Althaia hit the ground suddenly, letting out a short and choked yelp as she did so. She pressed her palms against the floor as she rose off of her belly, and a new realization came to her - more of a sensation than anything else. It felt like... she'd dropped something, almost as though she'd never had her palms out flat because she'd been holding something.

That was when her shimmering, overwhelmed eyes locked onto a lump of fabric about the size of a loaf of bread, colored in black and white. That word came to her imemdiately, without needing a second of thought. She rose to her knees and reached for her panda - it had to be hers, because she dropped it -, then rose to her feet, wobbling unsteadily for a second before blinking her big pretty eyes and looking around. Her eyes caught sight of another person, but something about them... wasn't at all intimidating.

She looked him over for a second, and then she looked at herself, dressed in all black and white - just like the panda. An enamored smile flashed onto her face that was slowly regaining color, and then she looked back to the man who had been walking towards her. She beamed to him, her expression bright and excited, "Jasten, I look like a panda!" She held up her own stuffed animal, as if to encourage him to compare, and then she blinked, her brows suddenly coming together and her nose wrinkling in thought. Wait, Jasten? How did I know his name? Does he know my name?