Post by Shannon "Angel" Meyers on Oct 22, 2013 18:04:47 GMT -5
Biological Information
Name: Shannon Meyers
Gender: Female
Date of Birth (Age): 09/05 (25)
Height: 5'10"
Hair: Brown (long)
Eyes:Hazel
Anything Else of Note: Scar on right hip from biking accident
Professional Information
Occupation: Technical Specialist
Organization: US Navy
Rank (If Applicable): Lieutenant Junior Grade
History
Born in Melbourne Florida, this tall exquisite female resided with her parents as an only child growing up in a low-income neighborhood where crime and corruption existed. Her very strict father placed her into an Academy to finish out her high school years with discipline and guidance for this free bird became rebellious and crafty in finding ways to maneuver around her parent’s obedience. The training and schooling the Florida Air Academy provided gave Shannon the push she needed to head herself into the direction of becoming something worthwhile in her life.
While attending school, teachers and peers noticed that this tall female had a way with words and her presence in a room would radiate like a candle in the darkness. Superiors suggested that she continue her education in the military. Her decision was made to join the Navy and study International Relations where she could put her ominous words to use and possibly help forge boundaries with different countries of the world.
Once again, her superiors found the knack she possessed to earn people’s trust uncanny and was again suggested to join another program that would deal with relations between galaxies rather than countries. A new light was shed upon this aspiring ambassador and she chose to join to the Stargate Academy. The Academy proved to be more than expected. Eyes were opened and her became more devoted to tasks. On several missions, important diagnostic tools, vehicles, etc had a tendency to break down. This is where the young woman found that she had a knack for taking things apart and putting them back together.
Personal History:
Family: (father) Samuel; (mother) Samantha; No siblings
Training and Education:
Public Elementary/Middle School (Kindergarden - 6th Grade)
Florida Air Academy (7th - 12th Grade)
Naval Academy (4th and 3rd Class Year)
Stargate Academy (1st Class Year - Graduated after 4 years)
Service Record:
Attended Jr ROTC, graduated in the top ten. Attended USNA and first studied as an International Relations Specialist for the Stargate Academy. After her 2nd year, she began training and taking classes for a technical specialist. After graduation, she was promoted to Ensign and placed on stand by for the Stargate Homeworld Program.
Skills:
Combat training through the Stargate Academy
Gymnastics
Creative in making working technical necesseties out of parts (Miss Macgyver?)
Personality:
Shannon was always bullied and teased through school. After years of dermatologists, dentists, and fitness, she became the knockout she is today. Becoming an acquaintance or friend of this fiesty 22 year old may become difficult. There is a wall of protection she still yields to all new faces, never getting over the bullying suffered through school. She has a tendancy to disobey orders on ocassion and has been known to maneuver around higher personnel to get her way. Even her looks are used as a weapon during off time to get into clubs, concerts, and anything else she desires.
The rebellious child still comes out once and a while making it extremely difficult for any males to believe she's fast and easy. But this woman does have a soft side. It's so soft that it's the reason she has the knickname Angel, not because of looks. She is willing to do anything and everything for her comrades even if it means putting her own life on the line. Once acquainted, she likes to talk, sometimes too much. It's that wall finally coming down.
Ancient Gene: Yes
Other Information
Play By: Alessandra Ambrosio
Name/Country: Renee / USA
Roleplay Experience: Long long long
Roleplay Example:
1915
Shannon checked him over again. Blood was dripping softly down the bridge of his nose. Definitely will need to attend to that. He began to stir but look basically dazed. She could tell he probably hit the desk pretty abruptly, so moving him was not an option until she could try and evaluate any concussion. Was she a medical doctor? Of course not, but first aid and life experiences as well as the internet can help inform anyone of certain situations. And with her recent events, the young cadet was unfortunately getting more experience with health issues not worthy of traveling through a second time.
The site of blood immediate deterred any angry thought or blame to Beck. She wasn’t really mad at him to begin with. His punctuality was something she was getting used to even if it was the opposite to her usual ‘on-time-or else’ demeanor. Maybe they complimented each other in this odd way, but it surely wasn’t a life decision not to become closer to this individual based on if he was never on time. That would be ludicrous. ”I’ll be right back” she whispered still formulating tears. Her cheek brushed up against his with a soft kiss before getting up and retrieving a first aid kit.
1917
Within a couple of minutes, she was back at his side opening the small box and explaining what happened. ”I’m sorry Beck, I shouldn’t have yelled like that knowing you might be right outside the door.” That statement made the young cadet break out in a more guilty cry while applying gauze to the cut absorbing some of the blood. Her hand was shaking considerably making the bracelet jingle softly while holding the cloth to his head. ”I was just tightening the screws to the ventilation shaft. Stupid thing keeps me up at night rattling so I figured I fix it.”
Her eyes retracted back to the bracelet and the missing charm. She closed her eyes sighed and began to softly cry again. ”I got this bracelet caught in the grate. It was given to me by my grandmother. She was my best friend, my mentor, my hero. I couldn’t just let it break. It means too much to me.” Patting his head, she felt for anything broken after his comment. ”I don’t think anything’s broken, just a nasty bruise to look forward to tomorrow. But I still want you to sit here a little longer to get your bearings.” Her hand instinctively went under his chin to show the leadership and command skills inherited from her stubborn grandmother and father. Yeah, double the pleasure of being bossy. Isn’t that just peachy. Then it retracted back to the gauze on the forehead.
”One of the charms finally fell off and went down the shaft” Shannon explained holding back as much as humanly possible. It failed. Sobbing again, she continued. ”It’s only a charm, so why am I being such a big baby about it?”
Name: Shannon Meyers
Gender: Female
Date of Birth (Age): 09/05 (25)
Height: 5'10"
Hair: Brown (long)
Eyes:Hazel
Anything Else of Note: Scar on right hip from biking accident
Professional Information
Occupation: Technical Specialist
Organization: US Navy
Rank (If Applicable): Lieutenant Junior Grade
History
Born in Melbourne Florida, this tall exquisite female resided with her parents as an only child growing up in a low-income neighborhood where crime and corruption existed. Her very strict father placed her into an Academy to finish out her high school years with discipline and guidance for this free bird became rebellious and crafty in finding ways to maneuver around her parent’s obedience. The training and schooling the Florida Air Academy provided gave Shannon the push she needed to head herself into the direction of becoming something worthwhile in her life.
While attending school, teachers and peers noticed that this tall female had a way with words and her presence in a room would radiate like a candle in the darkness. Superiors suggested that she continue her education in the military. Her decision was made to join the Navy and study International Relations where she could put her ominous words to use and possibly help forge boundaries with different countries of the world.
Once again, her superiors found the knack she possessed to earn people’s trust uncanny and was again suggested to join another program that would deal with relations between galaxies rather than countries. A new light was shed upon this aspiring ambassador and she chose to join to the Stargate Academy. The Academy proved to be more than expected. Eyes were opened and her became more devoted to tasks. On several missions, important diagnostic tools, vehicles, etc had a tendency to break down. This is where the young woman found that she had a knack for taking things apart and putting them back together.
Personal History:
Family: (father) Samuel; (mother) Samantha; No siblings
Training and Education:
Public Elementary/Middle School (Kindergarden - 6th Grade)
Florida Air Academy (7th - 12th Grade)
Naval Academy (4th and 3rd Class Year)
Stargate Academy (1st Class Year - Graduated after 4 years)
Service Record:
Attended Jr ROTC, graduated in the top ten. Attended USNA and first studied as an International Relations Specialist for the Stargate Academy. After her 2nd year, she began training and taking classes for a technical specialist. After graduation, she was promoted to Ensign and placed on stand by for the Stargate Homeworld Program.
Skills:
Combat training through the Stargate Academy
Gymnastics
Creative in making working technical necesseties out of parts (Miss Macgyver?)
Personality:
Shannon was always bullied and teased through school. After years of dermatologists, dentists, and fitness, she became the knockout she is today. Becoming an acquaintance or friend of this fiesty 22 year old may become difficult. There is a wall of protection she still yields to all new faces, never getting over the bullying suffered through school. She has a tendancy to disobey orders on ocassion and has been known to maneuver around higher personnel to get her way. Even her looks are used as a weapon during off time to get into clubs, concerts, and anything else she desires.
The rebellious child still comes out once and a while making it extremely difficult for any males to believe she's fast and easy. But this woman does have a soft side. It's so soft that it's the reason she has the knickname Angel, not because of looks. She is willing to do anything and everything for her comrades even if it means putting her own life on the line. Once acquainted, she likes to talk, sometimes too much. It's that wall finally coming down.
Ancient Gene: Yes
Other Information
Play By: Alessandra Ambrosio
Name/Country: Renee / USA
Roleplay Experience: Long long long
Roleplay Example:
1915
Shannon checked him over again. Blood was dripping softly down the bridge of his nose. Definitely will need to attend to that. He began to stir but look basically dazed. She could tell he probably hit the desk pretty abruptly, so moving him was not an option until she could try and evaluate any concussion. Was she a medical doctor? Of course not, but first aid and life experiences as well as the internet can help inform anyone of certain situations. And with her recent events, the young cadet was unfortunately getting more experience with health issues not worthy of traveling through a second time.
The site of blood immediate deterred any angry thought or blame to Beck. She wasn’t really mad at him to begin with. His punctuality was something she was getting used to even if it was the opposite to her usual ‘on-time-or else’ demeanor. Maybe they complimented each other in this odd way, but it surely wasn’t a life decision not to become closer to this individual based on if he was never on time. That would be ludicrous. ”I’ll be right back” she whispered still formulating tears. Her cheek brushed up against his with a soft kiss before getting up and retrieving a first aid kit.
1917
Within a couple of minutes, she was back at his side opening the small box and explaining what happened. ”I’m sorry Beck, I shouldn’t have yelled like that knowing you might be right outside the door.” That statement made the young cadet break out in a more guilty cry while applying gauze to the cut absorbing some of the blood. Her hand was shaking considerably making the bracelet jingle softly while holding the cloth to his head. ”I was just tightening the screws to the ventilation shaft. Stupid thing keeps me up at night rattling so I figured I fix it.”
Her eyes retracted back to the bracelet and the missing charm. She closed her eyes sighed and began to softly cry again. ”I got this bracelet caught in the grate. It was given to me by my grandmother. She was my best friend, my mentor, my hero. I couldn’t just let it break. It means too much to me.” Patting his head, she felt for anything broken after his comment. ”I don’t think anything’s broken, just a nasty bruise to look forward to tomorrow. But I still want you to sit here a little longer to get your bearings.” Her hand instinctively went under his chin to show the leadership and command skills inherited from her stubborn grandmother and father. Yeah, double the pleasure of being bossy. Isn’t that just peachy. Then it retracted back to the gauze on the forehead.
”One of the charms finally fell off and went down the shaft” Shannon explained holding back as much as humanly possible. It failed. Sobbing again, she continued. ”It’s only a charm, so why am I being such a big baby about it?”
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