10F app take 3

Your name or online alias: Chicklet
Your email: Dwlogs@writeme.com
Another preferred means of contact: ChickletLARP on Plurk
Character's Full Name: Istini Ayesh Ni Hata Kan (Ayesh)
Character's Journal Name: Oneahn_Ayesh
What would you like your character's tag to be?: Diamond Mind

Answer the following questions in 800+ words put together...
Is this character an OC or AU set in a canon world? If so, which canon?: AU. pulled out of her Canon world, and pulled into the Trek world. So from Ashes of the Sun to Star Trek TNG
Which canon point?: After the novel has ended
Character's background/personailty/skills/abilities/ stuff:

.Ayesh is a driven woman. That has always been true, and no matter what she goes through, it will always be a fundamental part of her. When she was young, she was raised in Oneah, a city of great wisdom and learning. The focus of all students in Oneah, no matter their focus, was mastery. To master your emotions, to feel them, use them, but not be ruled by them. The dye was cast, for Ayesh on the day that her mastery failed her.
As one of the wrestlers, one of the great warriors of the Court of A Thousand Thousands, when the goblins surged into the city, she stood with Master Hata, with her fellow wrestlers of Oneah, under the Roof of Lights, and stood to face the tide of grey-green flesh. And she danced the dance that breaks bones, and she and her sisters and brothers killed goblins by the hundred-fold. But they advanced by the thousands, and when Master Hata sent Ayesh to get the pennant to show these cur who it was who was slaying them… her mastery failed her. Fear drove her into hiding, into one of the small air ducts. She became stuck, and was unable to go out and rejoin her brothers and sisters as they died. She was unable to escape the ducts while the point eared goblins looted her beloved Oneah. For weeks she was stuck until like leather does, she shrank with dehydration.
When at last she had her freedom, the home she knew was a picked over ruin. Master Hata and all the others died, and she knew she should have died with them. She did not. That has never left her.
She set out on a journey, after gathering what she could of her home into a rough sack, she set off, hoping to bring some honor to the dead. As she traveled the dream grew within her, that mayhaps Oneah was not truly dead, if she could inspire a people to rebuild Oneah anew, to be as the Oneahns were. If only a people could realize how much they had to learn from Oneah…
But years on the road, a decade, more, she came to realize that her dream would not be. She traveled to the furthest ends of Dominia, and learned that few had ears for her tale enough to remember it alright. Most who recalled any of what she told them reshaped the tale to their own liking, seeing it as story, not history. Elders Alik and Laik of Bathtown, working behind a door marked with two hands clasped, finally convinced her, unintentionally, that Oneah could not endure, and that it was time to die.
She gave in to drink, though she knew it to be wrong, and then she courted her own death outside the goblin caves. Instead of getting goblins to attack her, however, she was kidnapped by Minotaurs. She got trapped into the war between the Mirtiin Minotaurs and the Stahaan Minotaurs. In Mirtiin, Sacraya offered her her dream with a twist that would amuse Q no end; she wanted Ayesh to rebuild Oneah, with goblins.
After initial hesitation, she threw herself into the lessons with a passion, determined to make things work. Unfortunately, in Stahaan, politics are resolved with axes and tridents, and before long Ayesh found herself inheriting the sky along with Tlik, and a Minotaur who didn’t particularly care for her.
Ayesh took what she learned and resumed traveling, but with a new mission.
Reuniting with the Orvadish captain Raal, they traveled, gathering tales, learning them, re-teaching them to new places, new peoples.
This is where the cannon ends.
I have played them all in other RPs since and the following is some of the evolution.
In their travels Ayesh and Raal came upon Tlik, who could no longer handle life amongst his fellow goblins. He joined them, though this only made things difficult, Ayesh was overjoyed. Soon Tanarax came to join them, having planted the seeds, but no longer able to abide under the rule of Stahaan. They tried to travel for a time, but such an odd party, the rest of the world could not abide…


After that, Ayesh’s memory fails her. What happened next, what happened over the next several hundred years that she should not have lived, and cannot recall, changed little of what is core to her, bit ended with her in that coffin. She knows that she went by choice. She knows what the other cocoons hold, and that they should rest, that she wants them to rest, until she finds a world that will rebuild Oneah, that will truly endure, and that will truly accept them.


Why this time will be different/ how she'll work better this time:

As she'll be coming in as a personnel transfer, rather than being found, she'll already be acclimated to the language and culture of the Federation, and I won't feel nervous playing her, as I know exactly how first contact went. I'd be able to start playing her immediately after acceptance. Also, the way I used to play her in Trek games was at the point I'm setting her now, so I'm more comfortable with this time frame for her, and this version of her.



What differs:

Instead of being found on Risa by the Enterprise away team, she was found by a number of Archeology major cadets on a field trip before graduation. Because it was a planet only recently again classified as Class M, with atmospheric disturbances, they were out of transporter range, the universal translators didn't work. So when they found the coffin, opened the cocoon... it took a while for them to understand each other. They could tell she was intelligent, and after she established that they weren't going near the other cocoons, she calmed, disturbingly fast, and worked with them to establish a way to communicate. She agreed to come back with them to speak to Authorities, so long as she cocoons and coffin came with, but no one touched them other than her. They offered to help several times, but she stubbornly dragged it herself, all the way up to the shuttle. This... took quite some time.


Where she had been willing to work with the students, without translators, once she was on the ship that had taken them out that far, she refused to just give information for nothing, she indicated a willingness to work with people and answer questions... in exchange for getting answers, she would teach if she could also learn.

She let medical poke and prod her, she refused regeneration of her least fingers, and the translators had issues with the word she used when they asked why. Sh was asked what it meant, and her answer was "It means that to a people who would see me dead, I am at least no longer unclean." Beyond that no one much felt like pressing the point until later, there were too many other questions to ask, ones that seemed less painful. People were treading carefully, more so than they had to.

She learned as they learned. She had a gift for linguistics and would request time without the translators so she could learn. She submitted to interview after interview, and when she learned all she could from the team she was with, she requested permission to join the academy. Funny how suddenly everyone was arguing about the Prime Directive.

She brought it to a head, proving that she knew a whole lot more than they gave her credit for, after several months with them. She not only understood what the Prime Directive was and what it was for, she was able to argue effectively for her case. "You brought me in a sailing vessel that sails the stars not the seas, to another such vessel. You have a device that translates languages, you have medical technology that I have seen in action, you showed me how to get food by asking the wall in my room. If there is any way that my going to schooling will violate the Prime Directive, it has been violated a hundred times over already, however, as I understand it, the Directive speaks of races that need to develop on their own. I am the last of my world," she lied easily. "You are not giving advanced technology to a budding race, you are teaching one woman how to survive in the world you brought her to." Perhaps not the most eloquent, but as she spoke to each person ho had met to argue this, each in his or her own language, without aid of the translator. They agreed to speak to the board at the academy on her behalf.

While they waited for an answer, she joined archeology teams to the surface of the barren world. She helped them name geological features - the basin that had been the Voda sea, the various mountain ranges, the places where different races settled. She helped them find and identify artifacts. Some small ones with more sentimental value than intrinsic or educational, she was allowed to keep. She had little interest in the items that held intrinsic value, and even handed over some of the coins from her own pocket for study, as they were as well preserved as she herself was. The only conflict between what she wanted to keep and what the scientists wanted to keep came over a long carved stone rod in the mountains. She yielded her claim, saying she did not need it to remember that part of her life. She did claim a small scrap of cloth in the nearby mountain range, dark blue and black. She identified the skull it was near as belonging to a Minotaur.

Aye, she claimed she had known minotaurs in the mountains, three sects of them, and goblins, and elves beside. Months spent she speaking to more and more scientists and anthropologists who were caught betwixt wanting to believe and clinging to science that called these things mere fancy. Some refused to believe, no mater what evidence she showed, claiming the skulls were those of cows for the minotaurs, Vulcans for the elves, children for the goblins. Some would never believe, and this she accepted.

She was studied for more than a year, moved from ship to ship in orbit, before she was finally accepted to join the academy. But they had conditions. That was fine. So did she. They stipulated that she had to have regular (weekly) medical exams, see a counselor twice a week, and make herself available once a week to officials with questions as excavation of her world, Dominaria, continued. She agreed. Her stipulations were a room of her own, and that the cocoons, the coffin, the coffin lid, her belongings were all HERS and inviolate as such.


That much agreed, she began her time at the academy. Advisers seeing the course load she wanted to sign up for urged her to take fewer classes, especially given the other draws on her time. She insisted she could handle it, and finally they let her. If she washed out, no one could say she wasn't given a fair chance.

She didn't wash out. Academically she thrived, though her file is full of notations of concern over the fact that she never socialized. Some blamed her too heavy schedule, some said she just seemed to have no interest. She would train with anyone in the work out rooms, but she never was active in events. She attended some, but never participated, just watched. When she ate, she studied, else she brought her food to her dorm room.

Despite the heavy course load, she took two more years to complete than most students, because she took classes across all the disciplines. She did passably well in math, and took little more than what was required there. She did fairly well in chemistry. She took so many medical classes that Medical kept trying to scout her. She confessed to the counselor, so it is in her file, that she never had the heart to tell the doctors and teachers that she only was son interest in how to heal people because that taught her how best to fight them. Needless to say that this comment had the counselors concerned, but other than in training, she never showed any aggression, and inclination to act on this knowledge, and as she was going for Security, they left it to that department, in the end, to watch her. Carefully. She took a number of art classes, though she seemed to take no joy in them. She hardly passed astrophysics, though physics she was able to understand. She was able to learn the day to day tech enough to use it, but she wasn't good enough to have pursued engineering without a lot more study. But she could do basic field repairs on an away team. She was competent, she just failed to excel. She did well in history, and the ethics teachers found her an interesting conundrum, as did the philosophy teachers. She excelled in linguistics, music, and in security track classes.

There is a note in the file from the head of the security training department of the academy saying that she was given a special allowance until she joins her new assignment, at which point it will be up to the chain of command there to decide, that she is allowed to carry a faux phaser. While she has proved more than ample proficiency with all required weapons, and many elective ones, she has proven far more effective ad... believe it or not, bringing melee to a phaser fight. She proved herself to her teachers, and she is far better at barehanded fighting against ANY weapon than most of her classmates were at their best weapons. But she expressed concern that not carrying a phaser when everyone else does might tempt people to be stupid when they otherwise might be held at bay by the appearance of a security uniform. However having one when she jumps into melee might lead to someone trying to grab it off of her to use against allies and innocents. So, again, she'll have to clear this with captain and head of security at her new assignment before preceding with this.

Some have expressed concerns with her serving, given her age - since she was salt and pepper when they found her, but determining her age has been... difficult. she defines a day and a year as anyone does, based on revolutions of the planet and orbit. Except her planet had an irregular orbit and a variable rotation. Plus there are some indications that she is not human as we see human, her race is just subtly different enough that with her as the only baseline and the person in question, it is impossible to accurately pin down her age. She said she was about forty when she was found, but it is hard to connect that to a human life span since she's shown no signs of aging in the time since she awoke. The current theory is that her race is longer lived than humans. They wouldn't be the first.

Assigning her was no easy feat. They chose the Enterprise BECAUSE of all the mess with Q, because of Picard's archeology background, and because of Deanna. The figured if any ship could handle the oddness she represents, it would be the Enterprise, that Picard might learn from her more that could be shared with the other archeologists and anthropologists in Starfleet, that perhaps Data could comprehend how some of the artifacts she carries with her work, since they're not buying her explanation of "magic", they're hoping that Deanna can handle her - she will be required to continue attending counseling regularly.

Usually I play with her having dreams, pseudomemories of the time she forgot, of the time before the cocoons and how she got there, but I probably will not in this case, since there is enough going on in this game that she does not need that additional hook.

So Ayesh would be transferring as a security ensign, freshly graduated from the Academy.

She will have with her the coffin with the cocoons, her bag of stuff that was wrapped up in hers with her (as shown in the main app, unchanged), and a trunk of things she has since acquired - clothing, trinkets, books, flutes from different worlds as she has a deep connection to flute music, data chips of her personal holodeck programs, and food preferences for the replicators, odds and ends found on the surface when she explored with the teams, and other such brick-a-brack.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask!

Why do you want to play this character in Ten Forward, and what do you plan to do with them? I played her in trek PBeMs for years, and it was always a lot of fun. I feel she's always added to the rp, and that others have had fun playing with her. Also we keep talking about wanting teachers on the ship, and she can help with that, as well as helping anyone with odd "powers" they have trouble controlling.
What is your character's greatest flaw? She has a number, but for greatest... probably the way she internalizes. She comes off, often, as being unwilling to listen to the ideas of those not directly in her chain of command, she seems to not really take in what others offer. But she does, it takes her time, and she turns over everything before she decides or acts on advice or information. She doesn't always remember to thank the person who changed her mind.
Describe your character's family (whether family by blood or by choice). How does your character feel about them? What did your character learn from them? Her family by birth all died, and she holds them dear to her. Her family by choice... a number of them are also dead. She has left to her three people, and she will not bring them to this world until she is sure this pace is a good home for them. A place where they can be accepted and loved, despite the fact that only one of the three is human. Tilk and Tanarax lost everything. Because of her. She wants to give them everything good this world has to offer. Raal is her husband, and she wants to make sure he'll have the chance to do and be whatever he wants. He's been a ship's captain before her, a story teller and a teacher with her. She wants him to have all the choices he desires. She will suffer through the trails of this world alone, for their sakes.
What hobbies does your character have? Practice, meditation, practice, studying, meditation, practice.
Your character wakes up in the middle of the night in panic from a nightmare. What was the nightmare?

She was back deep under the Mirtiin mountains. Outside were raised voices. Oneahns, dying. Master Hata calling her to grab the pennant of the school, to show these rotters - these goblins - who was killing them. But among the Goblin voices she heard individuals. Gur. Mok. Rip. Klur. Nwer.... Tilk.

She tried to get to them, tried to stop them. They didn't need to be fighting, she had taught her goblins Diamond Mind, they could work together, build new cities, repair the damage... but she couldn't move, because Tana, back before he was Tanarax, was twisting her, pulling her, bening and breaking her every which way "Does this heart, teacher Ayesh? How about this? What about this?"

A conflation of a regular nightmare of hers when she was a captive, and a memory of her darkest moments.


Writing Sample #1:

Ayesh stood before the mirror in the holodeck. She had stripped to inspect her, who she was. The body was older than it should be, by her memories. Not much older, but some how... somehow she felt that she should be.

She eyed the grasses and reeds on her legs, the sunbursts on her arms, the symbols of the night sky on her torso. But how many days and nights had she lost, had they all lost?

Shaking her head, she looked to her hands, still as the ground she stood upon before coming to this place. She was concerned by the missing time, and she wondered over it, but it did not master her.

With a nod, she pulled back on her quilted leggings, her undershirt, and her quilted jacket. She stretched carefully, then nodded again.

"Computer," she said, "Show me a Klingon warrior. Average height, male, prime."

She studied the result, then bowed to it. "Istini Ayesh Ni Hata Kan, from my line of mothers, I greet you. Will you honor me with a duel? You may of course have your weapon of choice."

"Computer, arm the Klingon." She watched the Bat'leth shimmer into existence. She took a deep breath. "Let us see how good these holodeck safeties are..."she murmured, then signaled the warrior that she was ready to begin.

She ducked under the first swing, stepping forward, towards her foe. She reached for the controlling wrist that was guiding the thrust. "When dost fight with a weapon, canst ever be disarmed or caught unprepared. But when thy weapon is thy body, as thou dost breathe, thou canst fight." A lesson taught to her by Master Hata himself, a lesson she taught to her students. Tana's whimpers and cries still haunted her time and again, from those lessons.

She pulled the controlling wrist and hand apart sharply, and found herself grabbed by a foe who no longer held any weapon but her, and that he held by the neck. Well, that was one thing Tana never did...

"Computer," she said, with as much air as she could manage, "end program."

She fell to the ground and rolled neatly to her feet, before rubbing her neck. "Klingon wrists do not pop out. Next experiment, popping up like a goblin. Computer, show me a Klingon warrior. Average height, male, prime. Arm him." Time to try again. At least this time, no one would be hurt but her.
Writing Sample #2:

Ayesh strode through the halls, learning the layout of her new ship, her new assignment, her new home. Sure, she had looked at schematics, diagrams, anything she was allowed to access, but that was all still so new to her that it did not compare well to walking the halls and corridors, feeling the way the environmental controls moved the air. She turned it into a meditation. The evenness of her soft tread, of the air on her face, feeling the way other people disturbed that air, and yet were part of it. Oneah was in her, Mirtiin was in her, her travels were in her. She was all she had learned, all she had done, all she had seen. She was Ayesh. She was Oneah. She was Dominaria. And now... Now she was also Federation.

And above all else, along with, beside and more than all else, she was a student of Master Hata, she had Diamond Mind. In all things. Never again would her mastery fail her.