Post by Sky on Dec 19, 2008 16:24:50 GMT -5
Roleplay Active In: Voyager
Name: Kathryn Elizabeth Janeway
Gender: Female
Age: 31
Race: Human
Profession/Rank: Starfleet Captain
Appearance: Tall, shoulder-length brown hair. Always seems to stand at attention in uniform, even when no superior officers are around--shoulders back, standing tall. More relaxed out of uniform. Brown eyes. Hair worn either up or down.
Personality: Very driven, stubborn. Refuses to back down from threats, refuses to go back on beliefs. Can sometimes be blinded by righteous fury--steadfastly holds on to Starfleet ideals. Generally good-natured and friendly. Very generous, yet protective. Knows her responsibilities and duties and always stays true to them. Extremely loyal.
Roleplay Sample:
Maybe she enjoyed it sometimes. The sensation of being completely engrossed in something far greater than yourself. Sometimes she liked having a fixation, an all-consuming duty. But it got old, after a while. There was only so long you could be engulfed up to your neck in responsibilities and commitments before you started to go a little mad. This was her painkiller, an alleviation of the stress. Just a little bit of time to herself in Renaissance Italy--across the universe from everything she was trying to escape (if only for a little while).
The air was warm and heavy. It seemed to make everything dream-like, in slow motion. She carefully wound her way through the maze of devices and pieces and scrolls, her bare feet reveling in the feel of cool stone, her ears in the absolute silence. Her canvas stood in the corner on a stand, covered over with cloth. She picked it up gently and moved it a little closer to the center of the room, placing each of the tripod's legs on black markings on the stone. She gathered her paints with the ease of practice, and tossed away the cover cloth.
It was pedestrian, simple, and amateur and she knew it. But she loved it all the same. Da Vinci's lessons had truly paid off, and she had never painted anything so beautiful in her entire life. The complexities of art that she had never known...it seemed to open her eyes now, whenever she thought of it. The painting was of the city of Florence, as seen from the wide open window of the Da Vinci workshop. The beautiful, colorful rooftops, the sunlight windows, the cloudless azure sky, and the rippling green hills far off in the distance.
She began taking colors, mixing them for the shades she needed. She was planning on finishing the hills today, and she would need at least three shades of green if not five. And maybe a bit of blue would do nicely as well...
"Commander Chakotay to the Captain."
Kathryn felt her heart sink right through her stomach. Resting the cup of paint she was mixing on the counter, she replied: "Go ahead, Commander."
"Captain, you're needed on the bridge."
Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Why couldn't she have an hour to herself? Just an hour. That was all she needed. Just maybe to finish the hills. And she needed to put some finishing touches on the shadows of the rooftops. Perhaps a bit of cloud too, but only a little bit, probably over the hills in the back--
"Is it urgent, Commander?"
"Yes, Captain. You'll want to get up here as fast as you can."
God damn it. "On my way," she replied exasperatedly, tearing off her apron and throwing it across a chair. She quickly tossed the cover over her canvas, left the paints as they were (Leonardo would kill her when she returned), muttered, "Computer, exit," and sped out the automatic doors with a vengeance.
Someone would pay for this. Maybe a Kazon. Yes, crippling a Kazon destroyer would be nice right about now.
About as much stress relief as painting a landscape--but it took a lot less time. [/ul][/font][/size]