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Trixie Angel Dray « Thread Started on Aug 6, 2008, 9:34am »
Name: Trixie Angel Dray
Preferred Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Security Officer
Species: Human
Age: 24
Physical Description: Height: 5' 4" Weight: 54Kilos Eye: Green Hair: Blond Unusual Features: Arrow-shaped birthmark on her left shoulder.
Birthplace: Starfleet Medical, San Fransisco, Earth
Hobbies: Reading about Earth History, and the early missions of Starfleet in the 2150s. She also takes up art in her spare time, drawing landscapes from various planets she's visited. She also has an interest in xenomythology and often reads what she can find out.
Family on board? No.
History/Background/Education:
Trixie was born at Starfleet Medical in the middle of the afternoon. Her mother, Catherine, was a cadet at Starfleet Academy, training for to be a helmsman. She became very involved with another cadet in the year above her, and soon discovered that her intimate time with him had resulted in a pregnancy. The pregnancy may have been an accident, but Catherine wanted to have the baby. Unfortunately for the young girl, Catherine died giving birth, and no one knew who her father was. Without any parents she was fostered by a nurse who had been present at her birth. After DNA testing and searching through the database, her father, Daniel Foster, was found, but he wanted nothing to do with his daughter.
She grew up quite quickly, learning quickly and from a young age she was told about her parents, how one loved her, and the other didn't want to know her. She grew resentful of her father and throughout school she ignored all the boys.
She went to the gym regularly, taking out her anger on inanimate objects instead of others, as she didn't want to get in trouble, teaching herself how to fight and self-defense.
Miss Dray became well known as a fierce fighter in school after sighing up for a couple of combat tournaments, and getting pretty far, right up to the semi-finals, which she was proud of. Her foster mother, Raya Tagia, was also proud of her, giving the young girl just enough support to keep her happy, but not too much that it wouldn't turn into an obsession. Thankfully it worked and Trixie also attended extra art classes.
When she finished high school she decided to join Starfleet, follow in her mother's footsteps (as it were), just she decided on Security, continue her love for fighting, but it wasn't just for fighting to vent her anger, it was fighting to protect those she cared about.
She always did her best to defend and protect her friends (all of whom were female). Eventually she tried to let one man into her life, but he soon betrayed her and her distrust for men went deeper, but still, she will protect them if she saw the need to.
On several occasions she has ended up injured one way or another. Her worst injury to date was one she received fighting the Jem’Hadar. She had been shot in the shoulder, severely beaten and lapsed into a coma. She was lucky the coma didn’t last very long, but woke up with a sever concussion that she denied having.
Personality Profile: Trixie doesn't like taking orders from males, but as it is part of her job, she does so, and she does it to the best of her abilities.
She's not always 'by-the-book'. In fact several times she's thrown that book out of the window, and on numerous missions she has disobeyed direct orders from her commanding officer resulting in more lives being saved than lost. Thus she has been commended and is a great asset to Starfleet, but also giving herself a bit of a reputation as a rebel.
She does like to talk to others, but only if they're female, she will stay away from males as much as possible, her previous betrayals from men creating a belief that all men will betray her if she let them have the chance.
She is quick-witted and a great lateral thinker. She is sometimes shy but is not afraid to show her true feelings and share her thoughts about things. Trixie has always put her life in front of others and will do anything to protect young children and her friends and senior officers (male or female). She is dedicated to her job and will never betray Starfleet or her friends
Other Personal Details: She has tried to contact her father, ask him why he doesn't want to know her, but to date has had no reply from him.
Carefully Lieutenant Trixie Angel Dray got to her feet, her hand gripping her table to give her support. She looked around her at her quarters, damage everywhere she looked in the dim light. Just the emergency lighting was working. She moved over to the door and hit the button for it to open, but nothing happened. She tapped her Comm badge as she wiped blood away from her brow. "Dray to Cromwell." She waited for a few seconds but there was no reply. She sighed heavily and placed her fingernails in the cracks between the two doors. Using all her strength she managed to make a small gap with which she could get a better hold. She pushed again and the doors were opened enough for her to squeeze through.
She entered the corridor. Her throat tightened up as she looked at four bodies lying on the floor. There was only one thing for it; she had to get to the escape pods, at least they should have power and a beacon so that someone could try and find her. Looking at the four bodies of her past crewman, she knew that no one else could have survived the attack. She felt more blood drip down her cheek and she turned along the corridor heading towards sickbay.
The young Lieutenant's pace was slow, even though she wasn't a doctor, she had studied some medicine back at the academy and she was pretty certain her symptoms were that of concussion. She paused for a few seconds leaning against the wall of the corridor for support. A spark from a dislodged cable came close to her face and she flinched back, doing her best to prevent any more harm from coming to her. She wiped her brow, blood beginning to dry but sweat was also forming. It was fairly obvious that the environmental controls were also offline and that meant that soon life support would fail. She knew she had to press on but she just couldn't find the strength within her to move. Maybe it was the fear of finding more dead crewmen and no one else alive, or the fear she knew she would never make it out, as she was the only survivor. Slowly she sank to the ground realising her situation. What possible good would going to sickbay do?
Trixie was about ready to give up and die, her head rested back on the wall, her arms locked around her knees, hugging them to her chest. Her breathing had become slightly faster, Oxygen was beginning to thin in the atmosphere. Life Support was slowly going offline. "If Captain Cromwell could see me like this." She began to talk to herself. "I wonder what he would say." She took a deep gulp of air and sighed slightly.
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