Leona Draste's Application

01 - Character Name = Leona Draste
02 - Character Age = 25
03 - Character Race = Human
04 - Rank = Cadet
05 - Position Applying For = Helm
06 - Other =
07 - Agreements = I agree to be online/active at LEAST one day a week (Unless I give notice that I can't get online for that week), I agree to follow ALL guild OOC rules., I understand that though my application may be approved that I must still pass the 'initial interview/RP'
08 - Character Description = Different now, than she was before, she stands wearing something rather different from that of a Starfleet uniform. Aviators were still perched on the crook of her nose, hiding dark eyes, and dog tags still hung ‘round her neck, though they were not as pearly silver as before. Her hair, blond now, was still swept up in a loose pony tail, and was mostly concealed by a shabby looking black, peaked hat. As for the rest of her dress, it was considerably different from the dress of the current ages. A black suit jacket and white dress shirt with tie made up her upper wear, silver wings pinned onto the breast. Bottom half was made up of the matching dress pants, tucked into modern black combat boots. [25 years old.] [Pilot]
09 - Sample RP post = Leona Draste steps into the hallway, eyes downcast at her boots, and steps forward slowly, listening to each hollow clank of boots meeting deck as she steps forward. It would be a long walk, it would, from this end of the hallway to the Captain's Ready Room. Another commitment, it would be. Another term of service. More killing, more death, more boneheads running around pretending to know what they were doing... but that was what the Starfleet was, was it not? A few clanks later, and she'd look up. She was now an arm's reach from the Captain's door. A short rap on it would knock her knuckles and signify that she had arrived. And there, wrinkling her nose and snuffing out a last breath of unsigned air, she would wait for his beckon.
10 - Abilitiys/Skills/Strengths = Rather average piloting skills. They're bolstered by experiance, of course, but, she was no Top Gun when she graduated from flight school. Of course, she was hardly the bottom of her class, either. Just Average.

Cleared for use with a hand held phaser, and a rather decent shot with it, too.

Also trained in use of a larger, more assault rifle type gun - though never actually used it outside of the holodeck. Not the greatest shot, but, she can make it work.
11 - Weaknesses = Biggest weakness of all is that she has a rather unfavorable look of the military. She's really in it because it affords her the opportunity to fly, which she loves, and is a steady job, unlike other pilot persuits.

Orders... while usually followed are sometimes questioned.

Uniform is usually out of order somehow, and she has a liking of hats - whether they belong with the uniform or not.

Suffers from star hypnosis, which requires that she wear sunglasses while looking out the window of a moving ship. Usually just wears sunglasses a rather lot, because the ship is usually in motion, which, may or may not conflict with the dress code.

She smokes. Nasty habit. Picked it up from a crewmate over on the Avalon, and hasn't been able to kick it, yet. Figures that it's impossible to die of lung cancer in this day and age, though, and doesn't consider it to be a huge issue.
12 - Other = Draste used to serve as Lieutenant Commander of the Flight Division over on the Avalon. Started to question the military's purpose after a bit and resigned, determined to find other work as a Star Pilot in the galaxy.

Needless to say, that persuit hasn't worked out very well.

So, here she is, applying once again for the Takimora Starfleet.

Her record should reflect mainly honorable work, with one or two instances that have landed her in the brig.


Message ID: 53790769

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