[OOC] Application

Jul 19, 2010 00:47

About You - The Player
Name: Alicia
Age: 16
Contact: fishspots@live.com
Past Role Playing Experience: I used to play around on the invisionfree forums but it’s been a while. Recently I’ve roleplayed as Jim with a friend. This is my first livejournal RP community.

The Character
Name: James “Jim” Tiberius Kirk.
Age/Birthdate: 28/2233
Species: Human.
Canon: Star Trek AOS.
*Pre-existing powers: He has advanced hand-to-hand combat training and rather good aim (with a phaser, at least). Previous exams suggest a genius level IQ. But he lacks any supernatural powers though he would like to say he has inhuman powers of seduction.
*Rift Change, if applicable: The Rift, being ironic or cruel, has decided to make up for Jim’s loss of the Enterprise by giving him a rather impressive pair of avian wings. They are probably large enough to support a human in flight. If he ever figures out how to fly, that is.
Livejournal: ocptmycpt
Played By: Chris Pine
Icon: http://i777.photobucket.com/albums/yy52/fishspots/JIM%20RP%20PICS/halfpast_icons9.png

Appearance: Jim is what some (mainly, himself) might consider classically good-looking. He has medium blond hair, cut short enough that it isn’t a huge hassle to take care of in the morning so he can an extra five minutes of sleep. Boy will do anything for his sleep. He stands at about 6’0” and packs a good amount of muscle, though he’s still on the lean side, edging towards skinny. Jim’s shoulders are littered with a few freckles and he has a scar on his left leg from when he was five and tried to fly by jumping from a tree and was too embarrassed to let anybody tend to it. His most distinguishing feature is probably his bright blue eyes. When not in the gold command uniform, Jim’s all about comfort. T-shirts, hoodies, and jeans are his usual fare.

Since going through the Rift, he’s acquired a new physical aspect. From her shoulder blades sprout giant avian wings. They’re a dusky brown along the back feathers, resembling a barn owl’s in coloring, and the underside fades to a creamy white.

Personality:

Jim has a personality that will either endear you to him quickly or make you want to punch his face in. And on rare occasions, perhaps a mixture of both. It’s not that he’s a jerk, it’s just that at times he comes off as one. Jim has a massive amount of self-confidence to the point of being cocky. He’s also quite stubborn and independent, with a ‘my way or the highway’ way of viewing things at time. He has a hard time accepting that he isn’t always right. Though he’s gotten better at it and more diplomatic over the years, he can still be maddeningly stubborn. It doesn’t help that he has a tendency of acting first and thinking later, often fantastically ruining things by not thinking about what he says. This hobby of thinking later applies to other aspects of his personality as well, and he’s horribly reckless and foolhardy.

Despite these drawbacks, he has a heart of gold. Once you’ve won his friendship, Jim is fiercely loyal. He’s got something of a hero complex and would sacrifice himself for his friends (and, hell, complete strangers) in a heartbeat. Even enemies. He’s got a strict moral code and despite the fighting he gets into he’d rather take diplomacy over war any day of the week. Brave to the point of being rash, he’ll go to great lengths to do the right thing or help somebody out. Jim doesn’t believe in no-win scenarios, after all.

Though cocky, Jim’s also a friendly guy. He’s generally in a chipper mood and can strike up a conversation with just about anybody. He’s easy-going, and it takes a lot to excite genuine anger from him. His talkative personality and upbeat nature does make him somewhat obnoxious, however. A devoted optimist, he generally pisses the hell out of the more cynically-inclined. Jim’s always up for a good time, and though he may come off as the stereotypical ‘dumb blond’ on occasion, don’t underestimate him. The man’s horribly smart, able to think on his feet and come up with masterful strategies. But for all of his intellect and cunning, he can be as thick as concrete when it comes to the obvious. He’s lacking in the common sense category.

Jim’s rather charming and something of a flirt. He isn’t opposed to one night stands and flings, but he isn’t the sexist asshole some people think him to be. His moral code is still in effect even when it comes to random pick-ups at the bar. His partner has to be willing and he tries to avoid people who are completely hammered. Generally he makes it clear that it is a one night stand or a fling. Though it hasn’t happened in a while, when he is in a serious relationship, he doesn’t even consider cheating. Loyal to a fault, that Jim. Now if he could only get a certain someone to believe him…But that’s another matter entirely.

History:

Jim’s life started off, quite literally, with a bang. Winona Kirk went into a labor aboard the USS Kelvin, as it was being attacked by a mining vessel from the future called the Narada, under the command of a vengeful Romulan named Nero. Jim’s father, George Kirk, was first officer aboard the Kelvin, and when Nero ordered that the Kevlin’s captain take a shuttle and come aboard the Narada, he became acting captain. Nero killed Captain Robau and fired upon the Kelvin. Having no other options, George gave the order to evacuate the ship. However, the Kelvin was too damaged to send off the shuttles automatically, so to save the lives of the crew, George Kirk stayed behind to send the shuttles into space manually. Jim Kirk was born on Medical Shuttle 37 minutes before his father, having no way to escape into space, rammed the Kelvin into the Narada and died.

Winona Kirk had a hard time dealing with her husband’s loss. Instead of retiring from Starfleet and staying on Earth to care for Jim and his older brother, Sam, she began to spend more and more time out in space. The boys were left under the supervision of their Uncle Frank. Frank wasn’t too horrible of a guy and Winona did try her best to check in at the major holidays. Jim did extremely well in school and didn’t cause much trouble until he reached the age of nine.

Sam Kirk, four years older at thirteen, had never gotten along with their uncle. He resented Frank for trying to replace his father and constantly provoked fights with the man. At thirteen, he ran away, leaving Jim without a brother. Jimmy didn’t take the loss very well; he drove Frank’s prized Corvette (which had belong to George before he died) off a cliff to get back at the man he believed to have caused his brother to run away. From there, he was a troublemaker.

When Jim was thirteen, Frank, unable to see any other option, decided it might be best to send the boy to a farming camp for troubled youth on the colony of Tarsus IV. For a while, Jim did simmer down at the camp, but then a deadly strain of virus hit the crops of the colony, causing a major famine. The Governor of the colony, Kodos, ordered the deaths of 4,000 citizens to save the remaining 4,000. From there, the colony descended into madness, with people fighting for their lives. The horrible thing was that the Federation arrived early; the 4,000 deaths were pointless. Jim returned to his hometown of Riverside, Iowa, more wrecked than before.

He got through his teen years and graduated, though he had no desire to go to college or onto any other sort of career. Instead, Jim took the money he’d earned working as a mechanic during high school to travel through Europe, staying in hostels and living in various countries for a few weeks or so, doing odd jobs. He spent around four years in the vagabond lifestyle before he went broke and had to use the rest of his credits to return to Iowa and the only garage that would give a job to a mechanic without any college training. The owner of the garage was sympathetic of Jim. The whole town pitied Jim. He hated it, but he didn’t have any other options.

Until, after a bar fight, a man named Christopher Pike challenged him to follow his parents into Starfleet and perhaps become the captain of a ship. Jim laughed it off at first, but it was either join Starfleet or spend the rest of his life working for minimum wage and feeling the disappointed glances of his neighbors upon him constantly. Scraping the bottom of the barrel, Jim decided he’d enlist. And graduate from the Academy in three years, not four. On the shuttle to San Francisco, he met one Leonard McCoy, who he quickly renamed “Bones” and became good friends with during their time at the Academy.

In his third year, after “cheating” (or “creatively altering the odds,” as Jim might say) upon the Kobayashi Maru exam, Jim was put on trial. During the trial, a distress call came from Vulcan and as the rest of Starfleet was in another galaxy system, all the senior cadets were called to man the ships and head for the planet. The Narada was back, and Nero was seeking his revenge upon the future Spock for not arriving in time to save Romulus from an exploding star by taking out the Federation planets, starting with Vulcan. Though unable to save Vulcan, Jim managed to assume command of the Enterprise after being snuck onboard by his friend Bones, promoted acting first officer by Captain Pike after he was summoned to the Narada and made Spock acting captain, and emotionally-compromised Spock himself. They managed to save Earth and destroy Nero.

After the Narada incident, Jim was commissioned as captain of the Enterprise, with Spock as his first officer and Bones as his CMO. For three years, he captained the Enterprise, exploring new areas of space, before falling into the Rift on an away mission.

Writing Sample:

No matter what Bones might say, Jim doesn’t actually go looking for these types of things. He really doesn’t. If he had to speculate why it was always him who ended up with his shirt shredded to pieces, or why he was the one who always ended up being sprayed in the face with sex pollen, or why he was the most likely to come back from an away mission with rainbow-colored skin, well. He’d probably say the universe got bored sometimes and when it decided it needed some entertainment, instead of drinking a bottle of star whiskey or whatever it was that universes got drunk on, it thought to itself ‘well now, what can I do to my good pal Jim?’

And that was how he ended up chained to a wall upside down, shirtless, with an alien that looked like a cross between a human and a hairless, spotted dog tickling his bare stomach and watching him squirm and laugh in complete fascination. Well. At least for now it didn’t seem like he was going to die anytime soon. But the thing about tickling was that it became horribly uncomfortable when somebody was constantly doing it. To the point where it just became painful and it felt like your body was betraying you.

Jim had never understood the meaning of ‘tickle torture’ and found it an oxymoron until now. He was gasping out pathetic huffs that were a mixture of laughter and sobs, tears falling from his eyes and slipping across his forehead to the cave floor, while being tickled by one of the 101 Dalmations. God. What was his life right now? He was captain of a flagship, damnit, not someone’s favorite toy.

Bones would probably be pissed he was stealing the CMO’s favorite line. Where the hell was Bones, anyway? Or Spock? Or anyone who didn’t want to tickle him to the point of agony. And sadly, this was not the worse or weirdest away mission he’d ever been on. It wasn’t even in the top ten.

Gasping, he decided to try and beg for mercy. “P-please stopppp.” He groaned, thudding his head against the cave wall in annoyance. “I’ll go find you a bone to gnaw on. Or how about a belly rub? All dogs love belly rubs, right?”

Except the alien didn’t understand Standard and only stared at him. Jim sighed. Really, what was his life?

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