The Big Damn Original Characters Application
Your ‘Real’ Name (or preferred 'out of character' Handle): Shana
How Often You Can Post: Every day to every other day.
Tell Us About Your Roleplay Past/Abilities: Seems like I have been writing or role playing on forums or table top near to forever now.
How Familiar Are You With The Firefly 'Verse?: Very, been watching it since it first came out on Fox and got my group of friends introduced to it.
How Did You Hear About The BDV Site?: Found it on a list of sites for Firefly RPG Forums.
In your mind, you can picture your Original Character...now let us 'see' them.
If you could 'cast' the role of your OC, who would play the part: Gillian Anderson
NOTE: Please check the OC Casting List pinned in the RP Applications Forum, your casting choice may already have been taken.
What BDV ship/location do want to be assigned to: Any that will have me.
Character Name: Tru Pavloski
Character Occupation: Medic
Age (the character, not the actor/actress): 28
Detailed Physical Description (2 PARAGRAPHS): Tru's always been more on the slender side, though that may have more to do with the fact that she is rarely sitting, always on the move and doing something that needs to be doing. Long honey blond hair is almost always up to stay out of the way. Her dark eyes always seemed to look tired and worn.
Despite her youthful features there is an air of great age to her. Her slender lips rarely smiles. She has a few scares here and there, going back to her days in the war, they are old now, thinned and pale silvery lines that mark her hands and arms, and a thin on that traces down her jaw line to her collar bone. She does bare one tattoo, on the back of her left shoulder marking the platoon she was first stationed with out of basic.
She always caries with her a bag that holds her instruments, and some basic meds. She also has a few medical books with her given to her by the doctor who had trained her.
Detailed Personality (2 PARAGRAPHS) : Quite mostly. even on the bookish side, always having one volume or another in her hands. She takes her work very seriously, and very personally. She is a little slow to warm up to new people, watching those around her carefully before deciding on who she can trust. Once she does get to know you she starts to relax, smile every so often and even shows her somewhat dry sense of humor. There are a few times when one could call her too empathetic, especially if the patient is someone she really cares for alot.
Even though she does know how to use guns and the like to a certain extant, she doesn't like to. It doesn't make much sense to her to put a bullet into someone when she would be just taking it right back out of them. She avoids fights when she can, but can keep her wits about her if the need ever did arise.
Detailed History(2 OR MORE PARAGRAPHS): Born on St Albans, her parents weren't indentured servants, but might as well have been. They never seemed able to make enough to start to gain any stature, for themselves or for their little family. Both her parents worked the mines on different shifts so then there could always be someone home with Tru and her older sister Mary.
When Tru was about five her world was turned upside down. There was a cave in and her Mother was killed in massive rock slide. Now her Father had to somehow make the money the two of them had been now all by himself. They moved to a smaller place, a two room apartment above the local doctor's place. Since her Sister was about ten she found some work sweeping floors and doing laundry and the such while their Father worked long shifts in the mind. The kindly old Doctor's wife kept an eye on Tru.
As she grew older she started to work for the Doctor and his wife, carrying her share of the family burden. Energetic and cheerful she was always looking for more to do so she would always be considered useful and they would keep her so she would not have to work in the mines like hers Sister had by the time she turned 16. The constant look for approval and work lead her to start assisting the Doctor with simple things at first. When the Doctor found that Tru had an aptitude for the work he started to train her in the trade.
She learned quickly and became very good in assisting and even treating folk on her own. At about that time the war started to break out and Tru left home much to the anger of her Father and the doctor to go serve with the Browncoats. With her set of skills she was always kept busy during the war tending to wounded, sick and the bodies.
Now a days Tru can be found moving 'round the 'Verse from ship to ship like most folk looking for a decent job.
Strengths (1 paragraph): Her skills as a Doctor are up to pare even though she didn't attend school, her training with her mentor had been complete and he made sure she knew exactly what she was doing. Her years in the war helped refine her surgical skills to be comparable to those who actually attended the medical academies. She is as steady as they come most all of the time, it takes quite a lot to ruffle her feathers. Knows which end of a gun to hold, and how to aim, even if it's not that great, and can throw a decent punch from time to time if she absolutely has to.
Weaknesses (1 paragraph): Despite all of her medical skills she doesn't have a licensed to practice. It probably doesn't mean much to those on the rim planets, but it might to those more civilized boarder worlds and surely on the core. Her service with the the Browncoats and the Dust Devils makes her past a bit on the murkey side. She is a bit on the standoffish side as well.
Sample Post: (3 paragraphs minimum/Third Person Past Tense): Blood splattered again her face smearing a crossed her mask. She glared over at the orderly, "Goram it Hobbs! I said hold him down! I told you we didn't have enough dope to get him under all the way." She snarled as she helped force the recruit back down onto her table before she finished pulling the bullet from his shoulder and started to sew up the damage tissue.
Screams bounced off the the metal walls of the med bay of the medical transport, their supplies where low and quickly running out. From what she could catch of different conversations she could catch between patients they weren't likely to get any more any time soon. She sighed in relief as the recruit passed out s she finished the last few stitches. She looked up at Hobbs, her dark eyes weary. "Go get the next one." She ordered before turning to clean the blood from her face and instruments
A few minutes later Hobbs walked back in, slumping against a row of cabinets. "That's it, he was the last one." The young man breathed out a tense breath, thier long day finally coming to a close.
Tru turned and staired at him for a long moment, it taking a while for his words to pentrate the fog that had consumied her brain. She shook her head after another moment, "No more? I thought there was at least one other guy..."
Hobbs shook his head rubbing at his tired eyes, "No.... well, I mean there was, but he went into cardiac arrest and died while he was waiting." His pale eyes watched the woman closely as he gave her the bad news. "I'm sorry Tru.." he mummred quitely to her knowing how personally she took every death that happned around her, weather it is her fault or not.
"Yeah," she muttered, tossing the hand towel in the sink as she stalked out of the med bay, "Ain't we all..."