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NAME: Ari
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EXPERIENCE RPing: Ten years

CHARACTER
NAME: T'Pol
CANON SOURCE: Star Trek: Enterprise
TIMELINE: Post Terra Prime, pre These Are the Voyages. So end of the series but for one episode.
CANON ABILITIES: She's a Vulcan, so she's stronger, more durable, a little faster, etc. Boils down to heightened reflexes and strength. Her ears are super sensitive, though. Don't be touching those. :|
PERSONALITY: T'Pol is a Vulcan. First glance would leave that as her having zero personality; but to those more accustomed to dealing with her people, she's actually quite - well, emotional. Her emotions have always been near the surface, and in her years since joining the Enterprise crew, they've grown even closer, breaking that surface more frequently in those five years than the sixty she spent elsewhere.

While Vulcans are widely believed to be emotionless, that is not so: they suppress their emotions, believing them - rightly - to be quite dangerous. While T'Pol follows this practice almost as strictly as she was taught to, she also feels a good deal more than she suspects she should. She feels pride - in her work, in her abilities, in what she accomplishes. Loyalty, almost above all else - to her captain, to her crew - her friends - she has drifted from logic's clearest path in order to do her duty by them.

Though her dedication to Surak's teachings, the ways of logic and the Vulcan way tends to act as a barrier between T'Pol and the humans she has come in contact with, she cannot fully blame her peoples' tendencies for her somewhat withdrawn nature. T'Pol isn't particularly good at socializing, especially in crowds. It took her a long time - more than a year - to really interact with her fellow crew mates. Her social skills have improved, but crowds still make her uncomfortable.

Emotions are dangerous. Experimenting with emotions are dangerous. Logic is a salvation; it leads to peaceful existence. However, one of the prime philosophies on Vulcan is that there is that there is infinite diversity in infinite combinations. T'Pol's endeavor to experience emotion in ways most Vulcans abhor has led her to awkward, embarrassing interactions with members of her species. It has also allowed her to strengthen her bonds with those she cares about. It's allowed her to cry. T'Pol's loyalty is not defined by her rank and position; she has sacrificed her own desires for by wedding a man she didn't care for, solely to aid her mother. Sacrifice is something she has become familiar with over the past few years.

T'Pol is an extremely private individual. She respects the privacy of others, and fully expects others to do her the same service. Likewise, her personal space is hers, and unwelcome proximity is met stiffly. There is a certain difficulty to maintaining control at those moments; and they are certainly times when T'Pol has wished Vulcans didn't abandon their more violent tendencies. She has always been intelligent, a good student with interests and prowess that have taken her across the universe. Her capabilities range from doing her duties as Chief Science Officer of the Enterprise to the intricacies of Vulcan neuropressure. It's a little strange that her closest bonds are to people almost nothing like her.
CANON HISTORY: T'Pol was born in 2088 in northern ShiKahr, a large city on the planet Vulcan. Her family - consisting of herself and her parents - were comfortable. Her mother, T'Les, was an instructor at the Vulcan Science Academy, and her father an engineer - among other things. Her childhood was largely uneventful - when she was five, a ch'kariya killed the large kal'ta plant in their garden, her father's indulgence. T'Pol caught the ch'kariya, a sort of weasel, and kept it over night with the intent to release it in the morning. To her dismay, she did not feed it enough to sustain its high metabolism, and it died. though she was young, it was an incident that stayed with her as a reminder of how delicate life is. Similarly, five years later, T'Pol attended a lecture with other students from her learning center, where Vulcan Master Sklar asked her if violent reactions were acceptable in protecting oneself from violence. It was not an easy question then; it did not get easier.

A year later, T'Pol's father died. It was said to be an accident in the Science Division he worked in - a rare accident that was explained, proved, and forgotten. It was a hard time for T'Pol and her mother, made more difficult by her youth and struggle with her emotions, something that was always an embarrassment and largely unexplained - T'Pol, after all, was never aware that her father was a Romulan spy, or that his death was faked in order for him to return to the empire. She continued to suppress her emotions, as all Vulcans do, and moved on none the wiser.

When she was twelve, T'Pol elected to undergo the Kahs-wan ritual, a traditional maturity test in which a young Vulcan is left in the desert of Vulcan's Forge to survive for ten days without food, water, or weapons. It is a dangerous test, but one viewed necessary to Vulcan society; T'Pol came home with no more adverse affects than a few scratches from escaping wild sehlats. After returning home, she was betrothed in traditional manner to a young man named Koss; she would not see him again till much later in her life. A few years later, T'Pol traveled a great distance to Vulcana Regar to view the second Ka'Tann Conference - and to see a personal hero of hers, Ambassador V'Lar, in action. On a short recess, T'Pol was able to find her idol, question her quite presumptuously on her position. Those questions influenced V'Lar's decisions then, and the decisions she continued to make many decades later.

In her forties - still considered quite young by Vulcan standards - she joined the Vulcan Ministry of Security, graduating from her training in 2135. An assignment she received early on was to recapture rogue agents, those who disobeyed the Vulcan High Command for various reasons. This particular case involved seven agents who had been genetically modified so as to pass as other races. She was able to capture five of the seven, ultimately tracking the last two to Risa. She chased them through the tropical sector; one, Jossen, fell to the ground. When she neared, he reached for his weapon, and T'Pol fired first, killing him. The other, Menos, escaped.

For six months, she searched for the latter, but never found him again. When she returned to Vulcan, she was unsettled - she resigned her position at the Ministry of Security, and went to P'Jem, a Vulcan monastery on a Vulcan satellite planet. For months, she worked with one of the masters to control her guilt - but T'Pol, whose emotions were always so near the surface, could not be consoled. Finally, she agreed to undergo Fullara, and obsolete Vulcan ritual to suppress a memory along with its attached emotions. It was difficult, a veritable battle in which she lost control in order to regain it - but in the end, it worked. She forgot Jossen, forgot that she was assigned seven and not six rogue agents. Forgot for seventeen years.

In 2140, she was assigned to the ship Seleya as the deputy Science Officer under Captain Voris. A year she spent there, learning her way about a ship, before she was reassigned to a diplomatic branch. By 2149, she was sent to Earth, to the Vulcan Consulate, as an aide to Ambassador Soval. He would become something of a model and friend to her over the years they spent there.

April 2151 saw her assigned to the USS Enterprise as an observer for the Vulcan High Command. She was only supposed to remain a few months, at most: T'Pol ended up staying aboard the Enterprise, as Sub-Commander, Chief Science Officer, and then Starfleet Commander and First Officer for five years. She stayed on through intergalactic incidents, misplaced blame, awkward romance, assaults, attacks, battles, alternate realities (some that she doesn't actually remember), being sold in an Orion slave market, almost undergoing Pon Farr, destroying monuments, losing her mother, helping to overthrow the corrupt Vulcan government, attaining a human accent, a drug addiction, genocide, time travel, the Temporal Cold War, losing a cloned daughter--

The list goes on. Really. T'Pol has been thought a lot with the crew of the Enterprise. Resigning her commission with the Vulcan High Command and joining Starfleet was one of the defining moments of her life; boarding Earth's first warp five ship was another. She wouldn't change either decision if she could go back - and in all honesty, it probably wouldn't be too hard to find a way to do that.
HOW DIFFERENT DO YOU WANT THE MEMORIES TO BE FROM THEIR CANON? Vulcans are damn hard to work with, first off. :| Suffering from a birth defect, a mild case of Dysplastic ears, they retain a point; they are possibly genetic, a chromosomal anomaly, and as such something her mother has as well, not that T'Les is particularly important. She'll have memories of having been cut 0skinned knees, papercuts, etc - and seeing red blood. So the first time she gets a cut and sees green should be interesting. Though it's likely nothing will come of it, I like keeping the idea of her father being a spy - but here, instead he would have been a German spy who faked his death and returned home. Her mother was odd to say the least, and brought her up with the practice of mediating nightly. T'Pol rarely skips this, thinking that after so many years of the pattern, breaking it leaves her very unsettled. If it's possible, I'd like her to work in a jazz club as a waitress, while also working as a masseuse at some parlor. The fact that she's a touch telepath would be jarring as all hell, but she has a real innate curiosity for the world around her, so it would be an exploration she'd enjoy. She's well versed in Vulcan neuropressure, so say hello to her magic fingers. She grew up in Massachusetts, thinks he's thirty instead of sixty-five, and moved to the city to, more or less, seek her fortune.

Adding to this the incorporation of T'Pol's clone/daughter.

While still in Massachusetts, T'Pol met a handsome young army engineer; she is absolutely not the sort to have fallen for his charm or his accent, and for the first few days he was in town, she found herself loathing every minute they ran into each other. It didn't take him long to win her over, however, and knowing that he would soon be leaving spurred her to spend a night with him. A few days later, he was gone, and T'Pol was pregnant, a painfully typical, shameful situation.

It was a difficult pregnancy, and didn't go well. The baby came almost a month early, and lived long enough to be named Elizabeth. At three weeks old, her weak immune system gave out, and she died. T'Pol doesn't talk about it much.
PLANS FOR YOUR CHARACTER: T'Pol's the unobtrusive sort. She'll be pretty happy to just observe, since that's what she does. But her mirror!verse has the slight tendency to open her mouth when she shouldn't, stick her nose where it doesn't really belong, etc. I'm toying with the idea of bringing a little of that to her character to make her fit in more easily, but mostly - observing. Like a creep Vulcan.

SAMPLES

LOG SAMPLE: Invigorated. That's how she felt when she worked here. Invigorated. It was a curious sensation, one that had made her uncomfortable the first time she'd walked into Fusion - more uncomfortable still the first night she'd worked. It had felt unnatural, overwhelming. Frightening. But she needed a job, and this w as the one she had; fleeing from it would be irresponsible and unwise. The more nights T'Pol worked, the more accustomed she became to dealing with that invigoration. It triggered something in her, something she had trouble describing - excitement, apprehension. Elation? Anxiety.

No matter how long she worked at the jazz club, she never became fully used to the music, never fully learned to block it out. Most nights, she could work through those sensations, serve drink and food, do her job. Tonight, she stood with a full tray, leaning against a pillar near the bar as she watched the stage. Light gleamed on golden instruments, lifted high to eject all manner of sounds. T'Pol closed her eyes, savoring the way it washed through the club, over her. It felt weightless, on the verge of control but just outside its grasp, freeing. She felt - she felt--

"Waitress!"

Abruptly, T'Pol's head jerked around, brown hair brushing over her shoulders, pulled from her reverie.

"We've been waiting!"

Of course; the tray. T'Pol walked toward the indignant table, quickly and efficiently setting down each drink in front of its owner. As she turned toward the kitchen, she silently berated herself: she had allowed herself to become distracted. Distracted by something as mundane as music. It was unacceptable for her to work in a club and be distracted by its very allure. It was illogical. And it always made her feel illogical.

A breath of relief was released as she stepped outside after her shift, breathing in warm summer air and looking around the city block. The night was made bright by the moon, brighter still by the city's lights. T'Pol knew she should feel exhausted, ready to go home and sleep till morning. Instead, she felt--

Invigorated.
JOURNAL SAMPLE: I have been studying this book for some time now, and though it is without explanation, I find myself no less fascinated. A mechanism that allows so many diverse people to communicate with little real effort is nothing short of miraculous. I thought of selling it, but apparently that would be impossible, if I am to believe what has been written here.

My name is T'Pol. I, too, live in New York. Hello.
NOTES: She's a vegetarian, will never touch her food with her hands, and stays the hell away from chocolate. And alcohol.

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User Name/Nick: Ari
User LJ: rivin
AIM/IM: FallenSun13
E-mail: Redrobin133@gmail.com
Other Characters: None

Character Name: T'Pol
Series: Star Trek: Enterprise
Age: 72
From When?: End of the series

Inmate/Warden: Warden - the most given explanation of why someone would become a warden is to regain a lost loved one; that is exactly what T'Pol is doing here, and probably the only reason she would agree to it.
Item: Her IDIC pendant.

Abilities/Powers: She's a Vulcan, so she's stronger, more durable, a little faster, etc. Boils down to heightened reflexes and strength. Her ears are super sensitive, though. Don't be touching those. :|
Personality: T'Pol is a Vulcan. First glance would leave that as her having zero personality; but to those more accustomed to dealing with her people, she's actually quite - well, emotional. Her emotions have always been near the surface, and in her years since joining the Enterprise crew, they've grown even closer, breaking that surface more frequently in those five years than the sixty she spent elsewhere.

While Vulcans are widely believed to be emotionless, that is not so: they suppress their emotions, believing them - rightly - to be quite dangerous. While T'Pol follows this practice almost as strictly as she was taught to, she also feels a good deal more than she suspects she should. She feels pride - in her work, in her abilities, in what she accomplishes. Loyalty, almost above all else - to her captain, to her crew - her friends - she has drifted from logic's clearest path in order to do her duty by them.

Though her dedication to Surak's teachings, the ways of logic and the Vulcan way tends to act as a barrier between T'Pol and the humans she has come in contact with, she cannot fully blame her peoples' tendencies for her somewhat withdrawn nature. T'Pol isn't particularly good at socializing, especially in crowds. It took her a long time - more than a year - to really interact with her fellow crew mates. Her social skills have improved, but crowds still make her uncomfortable.

Emotions are dangerous. Experimenting with emotions are dangerous. Logic is a salvation; it leads to peaceful existence. However, one of the prime philosophies on Vulcan is that there is that there is infinite diversity in infinite combinations. T'Pol's endeavor to experience emotion in ways most Vulcans abhor has led her to awkward, embarrassing interactions with members of her species. It has also allowed her to strengthen her bonds with those she cares about. It's allowed her to cry. T'Pol's loyalty is not defined by her rank and position; she has sacrificed her own desires for by wedding a man she didn't care for, solely to aid her mother. Sacrifice is something she has become familiar with over the past few years.

T'Pol is an extremely private individual. She respects the privacy of others, and fully expects others to do her the same service. Likewise, her personal space is hers, and unwelcome proximity is met stiffly. There is a certain difficulty to maintaining control at those moments; and they are certainly times when T'Pol has wished Vulcans didn't abandon their more violent tendencies. She has always been intelligent, a good student with interests and prowess that have taken her across the universe. Her capabilities range from doing her duties as Chief Science Officer of the Enterprise to the intricacies of Vulcan neuropressure. It's a little strange that her closest bonds are to people almost nothing like her.
Path to Redemption: --

History: T'Pol was born in 2088 in northern ShiKahr, a large city on the planet Vulcan. Her family - consisting of herself and her parents - were comfortable. Her mother, T'Les, was an instructor at the Vulcan Science Academy, and her father an engineer - among other things. Her childhood was largely uneventful - when she was five, a ch'kariya killed the large kal'ta plant in their garden, her father's indulgence. T'Pol caught the ch'kariya, a sort of weasel, and kept it over night with the intent to release it in the morning. To her dismay, she did not feed it enough to sustain its high metabolism, and it died. though she was young, it was an incident that stayed with her as a reminder of how delicate life is. Similarly, five years later, T'Pol attended a lecture with other students from her learning center, where Vulcan Master Sklar asked her if violent reactions were acceptable in protecting oneself from violence. It was not an easy question then; it did not get easier.

A year later, T'Pol's father died. It was said to be an accident in the Science Division he worked in - a rare accident that was explained, proved, and forgotten. It was a hard time for T'Pol and her mother, made more difficult by her youth and struggle with her emotions, something that was always an embarrassment and largely unexplained - T'Pol, after all, was never aware that her father was a Romulan spy, or that his death was faked in order for him to return to the empire. She continued to suppress her emotions, as all Vulcans do, and moved on none the wiser.

When she was twelve, T'Pol elected to undergo the Kahs-wan ritual, a traditional maturity test in which a young Vulcan is left in the desert of Vulcan's Forge to survive for ten days without food, water, or weapons. It is a dangerous test, but one viewed necessary to Vulcan society; T'Pol came home with no more adverse affects than a few scratches from escaping wild sehlats. After returning home, she was betrothed in traditional manner to a young man named Koss; she would not see him again till much later in her life. A few years later, T'Pol traveled a great distance to Vulcana Regar to view the second Ka'Tann Conference - and to see a personal hero of hers, Ambassador V'Lar, in action. On a short recess, T'Pol was able to find her idol, question her quite presumptuously on her position. Those questions influenced V'Lar's decisions then, and the decisions she continued to make many decades later.

In her forties - still considered quite young by Vulcan standards - she joined the Vulcan Ministry of Security, graduating from her training in 2135. An assignment she received early on was to recapture rogue agents, those who disobeyed the Vulcan High Command for various reasons. This particular case involved seven agents who had been genetically modified so as to pass as other races. She was able to capture five of the seven, ultimately tracking the last two to Risa. She chased them through the tropical sector; one, Jossen, fell to the ground. When she neared, he reached for his weapon, and T'Pol fired first, killing him. The other, Menos, escaped.

For six months, she searched for the latter, but never found him again. When she returned to Vulcan, she was unsettled - she resigned her position at the Ministry of Security, and went to P'Jem, a Vulcan monastery on a Vulcan satellite planet. For months, she worked with one of the masters to control her guilt - but T'Pol, whose emotions were always so near the surface, could not be consoled. Finally, she agreed to undergo Fullara, and obsolete Vulcan ritual to suppress a memory along with its attached emotions. It was difficult, a veritable battle in which she lost control in order to regain it - but in the end, it worked. She forgot Jossen, forgot that she was assigned seven and not six rogue agents. Forgot for seventeen years.

In 2140, she was assigned to the ship Seleya as the deputy Science Officer under Captain Voris. A year she spent there, learning her way about a ship, before she was reassigned to a diplomatic branch. By 2149, she was sent to Earth, to the Vulcan Consulate, as an aide to Ambassador Soval. He would become something of a model and friend to her over the years they spent there.

April 2151 saw her assigned to the USS Enterprise as an observer for the Vulcan High Command. She was only supposed to remain a few months, at most: T'Pol ended up staying aboard the Enterprise, as Sub-Commander, Chief Science Officer, and then Starfleet Commander and First Officer for five ten years. She stayed on through intergalactic incidents, misplaced blame, awkward romance, assaults, attacks, battles, alternate realities (some that she doesn't actually remember), being sold in an Orion slave market, almost undergoing Pon Farr, destroying monuments, losing her mother, helping to overthrow the corrupt Vulcan government, attaining a human accent, a drug addiction, genocide, time travel, the Temporal Cold War, losing a cloned daughter--

The list goes on. Really. T'Pol has been through a lot with the crew of the Enterprise. Resigning her commission with the Vulcan High Command and joining Starfleet was one of the defining moments of her life; boarding Earth's first warp five ship was another. She wouldn't change either decision if she could go back - and in all honesty, it probably wouldn't be too hard to find a way to do that.

Ten long years passed, and the NX-01 was due to be decommisioned just as the early stages of the Federation of United Planets were beginning. The crew was heading back to Earth for the ceremony - Captain Archer due to give a speech, everyone feeling a little bittersweet over the affair. They were losing their ship, perhaps, their family, but they were about to view a momentous occasion in history.

There weren't supposed to be raiders. They certainly weren't supposed to kill Trip. His death, just before they reached Earth, was one of the most heart breaking things T'Pol has had to endure. It was five years since their relationship - of sorts - had ended, but she never stopped caring for about him. An already bittersweet occasion became much more so, and this is something T'Pol (quite possibly) would change. If she could.

Sample Journal Entry: Personal Log, June 4th, 2161

[A pause]

Stardate: 47457.3

Using stardates will take some getting used to. I have visited the Vulcan compound once since the charter ceremony; there is not much time before I must decide how I will spend the rest of my career. It is - a difficult decision. I have been aboard the Enterprise for a decade. It has become a home to me, and now that it has been decommissioned, I find myself stagnating.

Captain Archer has been offered a position as Admiral. He has not yet decided to take it, but I know the rest of the crew is eagerly awaiting his answer. Some of them were looking to follow him to his next ship. I thought of doing the same, but Ambassador Soval expressed his desire for me to rejoin the political world. Seeing how far the new High Command has come, I have been intrigued by his proposal.

It should not be a difficult decision.

He guaranteed me we would not lose touch.

[Another short pause, then:] Computer, strike that sentence.

The funeral was small; the memorial was too large. I did not stay long. Captain Archer was right; Trip's parents are eccentric. They have lost both their children, and--

[She is good at this pausing thing, isn't she?]

I should tell Soval that I accept. I will no doubt succeed him as Ambassador. But there is another offer weighing heavily on my mind. And if there is even a chance - not to change the past, but to bring him back nonetheless--

I don't know if I could forgive myself for not trying. I don't know if any of Enterprise's crew could forgive me.

I must send Soval my apologies.
Sample RP: (I had this on hand; it's a mirror!verse take on some canon events. If you want something a little more general, just let me know and I'll be happy to whip something up. :])

She didn't know, beforehand, that they had borrowed her DNA for their experiment. When she found out, it was too late to object - though her objections would have made no difference in Terra Prime's actions. It did not matter that she did not know; either way, the child would have been created. Half-Human, Half-Vulcan, a child of two worlds and one Empire, welcome nowhere. She was not born of two parents, a man and woman with the patience and love she deserved; she was made, a binary clone created in test tubes, the product of hours of anti-alien campaigns, necessary as solid proof of the monstrosity of interbreeding and not meant to live more than a few weeks.

Her only destiny was most easily comparable to a lab rat. She was meant to be poked, prodded, tormented, but never live.

When T'Pol found out, it was as impersonal as possible. Along with the rest of the Enterprise's crew, she was told via broadcast from Earth. John Frederick Paxton, leader of Terra Prime, proclaimed that the clone, the child, was proof of the dangers of inter-species breeding. It was proof that the Human Genome would be polluted, corrupted, changed and obliterated. It was a warning of extinction. It was a baby girl.

T'Pol had a daughter.

She can remember the way her stomach had fallen away. It was an almost familiar sensation, one she'd experienced upon receiving word that her mother had been killed. There was a certain amount of relief that the message had come while she was alone in her quarters. That small amount of privacy allowed her hands to clench, her eyes to widen.

A daughter. A clone, but at the same time, a daughter. And the first time T'Pol laid eyes on her was during Paxton's broadcast. She looked so small, laying in an incubator, a cap over her head, almost - but not completely - hiding the points of her ears. An interim of perhaps ten minutes before she stood outside the Captain's door, finger pressing in the door chime. The Enterprise was approaching Earth again, and T'Pol fully intended to request a visit.

She did not know if it was for Captain Archer's amusement that he allowed her to go, or the fact that she found Commander Tucker already meeting with him. But she had her leave to visit the Terra Prime compound, and she had company. Perhaps Archer wanted to revel in the looks a Vulcan would receive amid humans so hell bent on a 'humans-only' Earth. Perhaps Tucker was just as eager to see his daughter as she was. It was an unpleasant experience, reaching that incubator, one T'Pol had, on occasion, endured before, and unfortunately did not doubt she would endure again.

It was worth it, when they were showed the 'experiment.'

She was beautiful.

Elizabeth. T'Les. Tucker, if she required a last name. Before T'Pol could even think to broach naming the baby, she had named her daughter. Elizabeth T'Les Tucker, who looked up at her with wide brown eyes and a quizzical look, a nose borrowed from Trip and a mouth from T'Pol. And the moment she held Elizabeth, she knew that she could not allow this to continue. She could not allow them to experiment on and torment her daughter. She didn't know how to save her yet, or if she could at all. But she could not stand idly by and forget her daughter's big brown eyes.

Special Notes: I tend to play T'Pol as half-Romulan; that isn't technically a canon aspect, but it was an idea that was to be used in the show if there was a fifth season. From a personal standpoint, it explains her emotional tendencies much better than a hackneyed subplot that has her addicted to drugs for three months. :|

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Name: Ari
User LJ: rivin
AIM: FallenSun13
E-mail: Redrobin133@gmail.com
Other Characters: None

Character Name: T'Pol
Series: Star Trek: Enterprise
Age: 72
Taken from: End of the series.

Skills and abilities: She's a Vulcan, so she's stronger, more durable, a little faster, etc. Boils down to heightened reflexes and strength. Her ears are super sensitive, though. Don't be touching those. And she has a very acute sense of smell. Please to be bathing.

Personality: T'Pol is a Vulcan. First glance would leave that as her having zero personality; but to those more accustomed to dealing with her people, she's actually quite - well, emotional. Her emotions have always been near the surface, and in her years since joining the Enterprise crew, they've grown even closer, breaking that surface more frequently in those five years than the sixty she spent elsewhere.

While Vulcans are widely believed to be emotionless, that is not so: they suppress their emotions, believing them - rightly - to be quite dangerous. While T'Pol follows this practice almost as strictly as she was taught to, she also feels a good deal more than she suspects she should. She feels pride - in her work, in her abilities, in what she accomplishes. Loyalty, almost above all else - to her captain, to her crew - her friends - she has drifted from logic's clearest path in order to do her duty by them.

Though her dedication to Surak's teachings, the ways of logic and the Vulcan way tends to act as a barrier between T'Pol and the humans she has come in contact with, she cannot fully blame her peoples' tendencies for her somewhat withdrawn nature. T'Pol isn't particularly good at socializing, especially in crowds. It took her a long time - more than a year - to really interact with her fellow crew mates. Her social skills have improved, but crowds still make her uncomfortable.

Emotions are dangerous. Experimenting with emotions are dangerous. Logic is a salvation; it leads to peaceful existence. However, one of the prime philosophies on Vulcan is that there is that there is infinite diversity in infinite combinations. T'Pol's endeavor to experience emotion in ways most Vulcans abhor has led her to awkward, embarrassing interactions with members of her species. It has also allowed her to strengthen her bonds with those she cares about. It's allowed her to cry. T'Pol's loyalty is not defined by her rank and position; she has sacrificed her own desires for by wedding a man she didn't care for, solely to aid her mother. Sacrifice is something she has become familiar with over the past few years.

T'Pol is an extremely private individual. She respects the privacy of others, and fully expects others to do her the same service. Likewise, her personal space is hers, and unwelcome proximity is met stiffly. There is a certain difficulty to maintaining control at those moments; and they are certainly times when T'Pol has wished Vulcans didn't abandon their more violent tendencies. She has always been intelligent, a good student with interests and prowess that have taken her across the universe. Her capabilities range from doing her duties as Chief Science Officer of the Enterprise to the intricacies of Vulcan neuropressure. It's a little strange that her closest bonds are to people almost nothing like her.

History: T'Pol was born in 2088 in northern ShiKahr, a large city on the planet Vulcan. Her family - consisting of herself and her parents - were comfortable. Her mother, T'Les, was an instructor at the Vulcan Science Academy, and her father an engineer - among other things. Her childhood was largely uneventful - when she was five, a ch'kariya killed the large kal'ta plant in their garden, her father's indulgence. T'Pol caught the ch'kariya, a sort of weasel, and kept it over night with the intent to release it in the morning. To her dismay, she did not feed it enough to sustain its high metabolism, and it died. though she was young, it was an incident that stayed with her as a reminder of how delicate life is. Similarly, five years later, T'Pol attended a lecture with other students from her learning center, where Vulcan Master Sklar asked her if violent reactions were acceptable in protecting oneself from violence. It was not an easy question then; it did not get easier.

A year later, T'Pol's father died. It was said to be an accident in the Science Division he worked in - a rare accident that was explained, proved, and forgotten. It was a hard time for T'Pol and her mother, made more difficult by her youth and struggle with her emotions, something that was always an embarrassment and largely unexplained - T'Pol, after all, was never aware that her father was a Romulan spy, or that his death was faked in order for him to return to the empire. She continued to suppress her emotions, as all Vulcans do, and moved on none the wiser.

When she was twelve, T'Pol elected to undergo the Kahs-wan ritual, a traditional maturity test in which a young Vulcan is left in the desert of Vulcan's Forge to survive for ten days without food, water, or weapons. It is a dangerous test, but one viewed necessary to Vulcan society; T'Pol came home with no more adverse affects than a few scratches from escaping wild sehlats. After returning home, she was betrothed in traditional manner to a young man named Koss; she would not see him again till much later in her life. A few years later, T'Pol traveled a great distance to Vulcana Regar to view the second Ka'Tann Conference - and to see a personal hero of hers, Ambassador V'Lar, in action. On a short recess, T'Pol was able to find her idol, question her quite presumptuously on her position. Those questions influenced V'Lar's decisions then, and the decisions she continued to make many decades later.

In her forties - still considered quite young by Vulcan standards - she joined the Vulcan Ministry of Security, graduating from her training in 2135. An assignment she received early on was to recapture rogue agents, those who disobeyed the Vulcan High Command for various reasons. This particular case involved seven agents who had been genetically modified so as to pass as other races. She was able to capture five of the seven, ultimately tracking the last two to Risa. She chased them through the tropical sector; one, Jossen, fell to the ground. When she neared, he reached for his weapon, and T'Pol fired first, killing him. The other, Menos, escaped.

For six months, she searched for the latter, but never found him again. When she returned to Vulcan, she was unsettled - she resigned her position at the Ministry of Security, and went to P'Jem, a Vulcan monastery on a Vulcan satellite planet. For months, she worked with one of the masters to control her guilt - but T'Pol, whose emotions were always so near the surface, could not be consoled. Finally, she agreed to undergo Fullara, and obsolete Vulcan ritual to suppress a memory along with its attached emotions. It was difficult, a veritable battle in which she lost control in order to regain it - but in the end, it worked. She forgot Jossen, forgot that she was assigned seven and not six rogue agents. Forgot for seventeen years.

In 2140, she was assigned to the ship Seleya as the deputy Science Officer under Captain Voris. A year she spent there, learning her way about a ship, before she was reassigned to a diplomatic branch. By 2149, she was sent to Earth, to the Vulcan Consulate, as an aide to Ambassador Soval. He would become something of a model and friend to her over the years they spent there.

April 2151 saw her assigned to the USS Enterprise as an observer for the Vulcan High Command. She was only supposed to remain a few months, at most: T'Pol ended up staying aboard the Enterprise, as Sub-Commander, Chief Science Officer, and then Starfleet Commander and First Officer for five ten years. She stayed on through intergalactic incidents, misplaced blame, awkward romance, assaults, attacks, battles, alternate realities (some that she doesn't actually remember), being sold in an Orion slave market, almost undergoing Pon Farr, destroying monuments, losing her mother, helping to overthrow the corrupt Vulcan government, attaining a human accent, a drug addiction, genocide, time travel, the Temporal Cold War, losing a cloned daughter--

The list goes on. Really. T'Pol has been through a lot with the crew of the Enterprise. Resigning her commission with the Vulcan High Command and joining Starfleet was one of the defining moments of her life; boarding Earth's first warp five ship was another. She wouldn't change either decision if she could go back - and in all honesty, it probably wouldn't be too hard to find a way to do that.

Ten long years passed, and the NX-01 was due to be decommisioned just as the early stages of the Federation of United Planets were beginning. The crew was heading back to Earth for the ceremony - Captain Archer due to give a speech, everyone feeling a little bittersweet over the affair. They were losing their ship, perhaps, their family, but they were about to view a momentous occasion in history.

There weren't supposed to be raiders. They certainly weren't supposed to kill Trip. His death, just before they reached Earth, was one of the most heart breaking things T'Pol has had to endure. It was five years since their relationship - of sorts - had ended, but she never stopped caring for about him. An already bittersweet occasion became much more so, and this is something T'Pol (quite possibly) would change. If she could.

Sample Journal Entry: It seems logic was not a part of this ship's construction.

Several doors seem to lead to the medical bay; and yet, once inside the infirmary, there is only one door to exit from. It is unclear where that exit will lead at any given time. The only purpose can be the expectation that the medical bay will see a good deal of use.

At least the safety of the crew is deemed important - in some manner.

It may be years before we reach out destination; that is more than enough time for several incidents, and little warning for each. I suspect the captain's logs will not be overly useful as this mission continues.
Sample Log: She didn't know, beforehand, that they had borrowed her DNA for their experiment. When she found out, it was too late to object - though her objections would have made no difference in Terra Prime's actions. It did not matter that she did not know; either way, the child would have been created. Half-Human, Half-Vulcan, a child of two worlds and one Empire, welcome nowhere. She was not born of two parents, a man and woman with the patience and love she deserved; she was made, a binary clone created in test tubes, the product of hours of anti-alien campaigns, necessary as solid proof of the monstrosity of interbreeding and not meant to live more than a few weeks.

Her only destiny was most easily comparable to a lab rat. She was meant to be poked, prodded, tormented, but never live.

When T'Pol found out, it was as impersonal as possible. Along with the rest of the Enterprise's crew, she was told via broadcast from Earth. John Frederick Paxton, leader of Terra Prime, proclaimed that the clone, the child, was proof of the dangers of inter-species breeding. It was proof that the Human Genome would be polluted, corrupted, changed and obliterated. It was a warning of extinction. It was a baby girl.

T'Pol had a daughter.

She can remember the way her stomach had fallen away. It was an almost familiar sensation, one she'd experienced upon receiving word that her mother had been killed. There was a certain amount of relief that the message had come while she was alone in her quarters. That small amount of privacy allowed her hands to clench, her eyes to widen.

A daughter. A clone, but at the same time, a daughter. And the first time T'Pol laid eyes on her was during Paxton's broadcast. She looked so small, laying in an incubator, a cap over her head, almost - but not completely - hiding the points of her ears. An interim of perhaps ten minutes before she stood outside the Captain's door, finger pressing in the door chime. The Enterprise was approaching Earth again, and T'Pol fully intended to request a visit.

She did not know if it was for Captain Archer's amusement that he allowed her to go, or the fact that she found Commander Tucker already meeting with him. But she had her leave to visit the Terra Prime compound, and she had company. Perhaps Archer wanted to revel in the looks a Vulcan would receive amid humans so hell bent on a 'humans-only' Earth. Perhaps Tucker was just as eager to see his daughter as she was. It was an unpleasant experience, reaching that incubator, one T'Pol had, on occasion, endured before, and unfortunately did not doubt she would endure again.

It was worth it, when they were showed the 'experiment.'

She was beautiful.

Elizabeth T'Les. Tucker, if she required a last name. Before T'Pol could even think to broach naming the baby, she had named her daughter. Elizabeth T'Les Tucker, who looked up at her with wide brown eyes and a quizzical look, a nose borrowed from Trip and a mouth from T'Pol. And the moment she held Elizabeth, she knew that she could not allow this to continue. She could not allow them to experiment on and torment her daughter. She didn't know how to save her yet, or if she could at all. But she could not stand idly by and forget her daughter's big brown eyes.

Notes: Nyeh.

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1. Player Information
Name (or internet handle): Ari
Current characters in Bete Noire: Tim Drake

2. Character Information
Name: T'Pol
Livejournal Username: with_discipline
Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise
Image: Here.

3. Character Information II
Age/Appearance: 67, though she looks about thirty, thirty-five. Vulcans age very well. Usually.
History: In 2063, Vulcans made First Contact with Earth: by 2070, Earth had conquered Vulcan and started to form the Terran Empire. T'Pol wasn't born until 2088, in northern ShiKahr, already under the thumb of the Terran Empire. Her mother held a position at the Vulcan Science Academy, and tried to raise T'Pol on Surak's teachings; her father she barely recalls, as he disappeared early in her life. Despite her mother's efforts, T'Pol had difficult with Surak's lessons; her emotions were always close to the surface, and she found difficulty in suppressing them, especially given the suppressed state that Vulcan was frequently kept in.

She grew up seeing the limited opportunities available to her: any position she took on Vulcan would be under the watchful eye of the Empire. She would be trapped in an occupation with no potential for change. That was what led her to join Starfleet; she knew what difficulties she would face, what prejudices, but she was young, and held all the self-images of invincibility that the young frequently fall prey to. She thought she could change things for the better.

She learned other wise.

Her time at the Academy was unpleasant; aliens on track to become officers were frequently mistreated, especially on Terran soil. T'Pol weathered it; it was too late to change her mind, if she ever considered the option. Like most Vulcans who remained in close contact with humans, she learned to get by, either by ducking her head and being invisible, or by proving her loyalty, usually in ways she found discomforting. Her mother had raised her on Surak's pacifism; T'Pol learned quickly at the Academy that pacifism would see her killed.

Her ambitions were buried, then altered as she served on Empire vessels. She made her loyalty unquestionable, ingratiated herself with Captain Forrest. T'Pol needed to be unquestionably faithful to the Empire if she was going to live long enough to change it. And it was good she did; her mother left her position at the Science Academy to join the rebellion shortly after T'Pol began serving on Forrest's Enterprise; she was brought under suspicion because of it, but Captain Forrest's faith in her loyalty didn't waver. She'd later repay that faith in full.

The rest of her time on the ISS Enterprise was tumultuous; in 2152, she became infected with a microbe that triggered her pon farr reaction; without a mate, and without time or interest wasted in a medical cure when there was an obvious, natural cure, T'Pol did what she had to; she found someone to weather the cycle with. Why that person was Commander Charles Tucker, she still doesn't know; or rather, doesn't wish to acknowledge. There was a steep price in accepting his help; she developed a telepathic bond with him. T'Pol convinced Tucker that he was suffering daydreams and delusions, and convinced herself that there was no lingering affection or love involved on her part.

Of course, it was that buried love that would see her spare him later.

After the events of In a Mirror, Darkly took place, T'Pol was held in the brig with Doctor Phlox, awaiting execution at Archer's orders; she was freed at the last moment by Staal, and escaped with him on one of the Defiant's shuttles, the McCool.
Personality: T'Pol is a Vulcan. First glance would leave that as her having zero personality; but even in the mirror universe, T'Pol is extremely emotional. Her emotions have always been extremely close the surface, and in the time she's spent among humans, her emotions have grown harder and harder to control.

While Vulcans are widely believed to be emotionless, that is not so: they suppress their emotions, believing them - rightly - to be extremely dangerous. T'Pol follows this practice, though nowhere near as closely as she was taught to; a Vulcan must do what one must in order to survive in the Empire. However, she feels a good deal more than she suspects she should. T'Pol feels pride - in her work, in her abilities, in what she accomplishes; upon joining Starfleet, she did not consider species reassignment, deciding that altering her appearance in order to rise more swiftly through the ranks was below her. It is pride that is dangerous to her, and when she fails to control it properly, she is arrested. There is loyalty, too - to herself, first and foremost, and above all others, but she also holds onto her loyalty to her people and their plight, and to a much lesser extent, her Captain - Maximilian Forrest. She has drifted from logic's clearest path in order to serve her purposes best.

Crowds make T'Pol uncomfortable. She learned while in the Academy how - and when - to socialize with those around her. She's learned to be manipulative out of necessity, and has little use for guilt; that is one emotion T'Pol has had no difficulty suppressing. Humans have abused her people for generations; she sees no reason not to use them as tools in her own plots. However, tools are best obtained quietly and subtly, and used without association; crowds have always left her unsettled. There are fewer ways to avoid association and accusation in a crowd - and more ways to wind up with a knife in her side.

Emotions are dangerous. Experimenting with emotions are dangerous. But logic is not necessarily salvation; not within the Terran Empire. T'Pol has drifted from strict interpretations of logic, experiencing more than she would have chosen to in another life. The nature of the Empire has demanded a lot of sacrifices, many of them personal. She's experienced emotion in ways most Vulcans abhor; it's led to embarrassment and discomfort. It has allowed her to understand the humans she works with and manipulates. It's allowed her to carry on.

T'Pol is an extremely private individual, though it isn't always possible to cling to privacy. Her personal space is hers, and unwelcome proximity is usually met stiffly. There is a certain difficulty to maintaining control at those moments, and there have certainly been occasions when T'Pol has found herself wishing that violent tendencies were not a thing of her peoples' past. She has always been intelligent, a good student with interests and prowess that have taken her across the universe; that intelligence has no doubt saved her life on several occasions. Her capabilities range from doing her duties as Science Officer of the Enterprise to the intricacies of Vulcan neuropressure; anything and everything that helps her stay a step ahead she has delved into head first.
Sexual Preferences/Orientation: Sex is very much just another tool in the kit in T'Pol's world. She isn't fond of using it, and when she can, she she finds other means. (She never wants to be compared to Hoshi. Ever. Ever ever.) Because it's a tool, she doesn't put much stock in it; there was only one occasion when she did, and that resulted in being telepathically bound to a human. In another life, monogamy would be her only option; but in this life, it doesn't get much thought, other then avoidance.
Powers: She's a Vulcan, so she's stronger, more durable, a little faster, etc. Boils down to heightened reflexes and strength. Her ears are super sensitive, though. Don't be touching those. :|
Reason for playing: For a Vulcan, T'Pol's extremely emotional, and I really enjoy that about her, especially in mirror!verse. There's an interesting line between her reserve and her emotion, along with her standing as Vulcan in a position of relative power on a Terran starship that's really interesting. In a place that drives people to sin, I want to see how far she can go before snapping.

5. Samples
First-Person: It was my duty to help Captain Forrest regain command; it was not my duty to explain to Tucker what I did in order to fulfill that obligation. He was bitter, overly emotional about the time he spent in the booth. He asked what I had done, and I told him.

It was unwise. It was a mistake. But I did not tell him that I had felt a ghost of his pain. That would be more counterproductive than allowing pride to get the better of me in the first place. He still believes that his waking dreams are delusions; pride will never urge me to explain that those 'delusions' are shared.
Third-Person: The brig had not been designed with comfort in mind. She doubted, however, that the designers of the NX class ships had hoped that sharing cells would be even more uncomfortable. Doctor Phlox had yet to sit still, or to silence himself, and it was beginning to grate on T'Pol's nerves. She sat on the floor in front of one of the cots, lets folded, hands in her lap. She didn't close her eyes, but she meditated nonetheless.

They had made a gamble; she'd convinced them to. Now Soval - with the other non-humans left from the Defiant and the Avenger - was dead, and she was trapped in the brig with a pacing, muttering Denobulan. Their execution would be slow and painful; that much she acknowledged. When they returned to Earth, Archer would name a new capital in the state of his birth. He would be crowned Emperor in one of the twenty-first century palaces of his choosing; and then their public execution would be held and broadcasted. It would take days. It would deter the rebels still hoping to make a decisive strike against the Empire - though she was certain that hope would fizzle out once word of the Defiant spread.

Phlox had finally settled on the other cot, and T'Pol found her attention straying toward him. She realized, with some small surprise, that she felt surprised; his wives and children would watch his death as it was televised.

Unfolding from her position on the floor, T'Pol glanced toward the door, and the guard who was keeping two watchful eyes on them. The door did not open. No one entered. Turning to face the rear of the brig, she started to pace, exhaling slowly. There was no fear; there could not be room from fear. It sounded ridiculous, even in her head. T'Pol closed her eyes, remembering nearly forgotten lessons from her childhood: Cast out fear. There is no room for anything else until you cast out fear. No room for anything but anger...fear...pride...

Her brows furrowed. There was room for arrogance and foolish mistakes, and everything that had led to her arrest.

The quiet fwoosh of the door opening reached her ears, and T'Pol turned, opening her eyes to see who had entered. But she saw no one. No guard, no Phlox, no door. No brig.

She saw a city, and realized the floor beneath her feet was actually a road leading toward the city. For a moment, T'Pol didn't move. She hadn't heard the transporter, hadn't felt it. The air was breathable, she smelled nothing toxic; she was alive and, to all appearances, free.

She didn't know what had happened, but it seemed she'd been spared the executioner's block. She would allow herself a moment to revel in it; then T'Pol started for the city, intent on finding a weapon, and finding out where she was. Absolutely in that order.
Third-Person #2: She knew what it was long before Phlox looked into the Vulcan medical database. She could feel it, as she never had before; the microbe had triggered the blood fever. She was entering pon farr without a mate to trigger it. She was entering pon farr. Once Phlox was aware, he dismissed her; officers had been injured on the away mission, and he had more important medical concerns that something so easily fixed as a need for sexual intercourse. He suggested she find someone to serve her purposes, and moved on to his next patient.

T'Pol slipped out of the infirmary, skin crawling. There were very few people she trusted to go to with this. Very few. Captain Forrest, perhaps - she found him the most trustworthy aboard the Enterprise. He needed her skills as a science officer and her loyalty; and she was certain he wouldn't find the situation objectionable. Sweat sprouted at the nape of her neck was she strode through the corridors, hugging the walls and keeping her head down. No, Captain Forrest wouldn't object - but Sato would. She may object enough to see that a knife was slipped between T'Pol's ribs.

No, she decided; not Captain Forrest.

Archer was dismissed immediately; he'd made no secret of his stance on Vulcans, and she would not be indebted to him. There were the MACOs; they were dismissed one by one as loyal to the wrong people or too vicious to risk. Her list was shortening drastically, and sensation pooled in her lower abdomen as she walked. She refused to lean against the wall as she went, knowing that around any corner might be someone she could not afford to have see her look weak.

It was her quarters she had intended to go to, but the door she stopped in front of was not her own. T'Pol found herself staring at Commander Tucker's quarters, her hand half raised to ring the bell. Why here? Why him? Because there was no competition, she reasoned. Only a handful were willing to overlook Tucker's facial disfigurement in order to access his rank's sway. But there was something of a stigma against those who worked in engineering, day in and day out. He held rank, but he wasn't a bridge officer.

T'Pol lowered her hand, half turning to leave. But she paused, looking back toward the door. She would die. She wasn't prepared to die now, for something as ridiculous as this.

It didn't take long to explain, but it felt like an eternity as she tried to stand still in his quarters, watching him stand so close to his bed, knowing exactly what she needed and finding the words insufficient. But it didn't take long, and he was agreeable. He promised to be gentle. She made no such promise.

He would need a replacement duty uniform; she tore the zipper off its lining, then tore the uniform off him completely. The surprise was evident on his face, but she barely acknowledged it. Her mouth found his, and she stumbled with him toward the bed, biting his lower lip hard enough to break skin. Iron-scented blood filled her nose as she shrugged off her top and kicked away pants. He tried to gain the upper hand, gripping her arms and pushing her toward the bed; T'Pol shifted, turned, and Tucker was on his back and she was stroking him, leaving marks along his collar and chest, falling on instinct and claiming him.

He slid insider her and she rode him, biological differences ignored and similarities take advantage. She left red scratches along his chest and shoulders, bruises on his arms where she held tight; he clawed green marks along her back and hips, doing his own share of marking. There was no blood fever to force his performance, it was just him, and perhaps that was why she stretched her arm out as her orgasm built, fingers finding the qui'lari points on his face, the bioelectric nodes that were natural mind meld points. They came, the first time, and she melded with him, riding sensation after sensation in each others mind, ignorant of the backlash it would leave.

But it wasn't the future that concerned her; it was the now, and how long it would be before he was ready again.

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Player
Name: Ari!
Username: zenith
Current/former characters: --

Sleeper
Character: T'Pol
Username: with_discipline
Canon: Star Trek: Enterprise, mirror!verse
Canon point: Just after she's been made First Officer.
Age: 67
Appearance: Long brown hair, hazel eyes, slanted eyebrows and pointed ears. For the most part, T'Pol looks pretty human, but when she flushes, her skin takes on a green hue instead of a red. Her face is usually set on the severe side of neutral, and usually when emotion crosses her features, it's controlled. Mostly she just looks a lot like this.
Personality: T'Pol is a Vulcan. First glance would leave that as her having zero personality; but even in the mirror universe, Vulcans have strict emotional control. T'Pol's emotions have always been extremely close the surface, but her time among the humans has taught her to be ruthless with them: she can be so coldly logical that she can use emotions to get by in a human dominated environment. Usually, anyway.

While Vulcans are widely believed to be emotionless, that is not so: they suppress their emotions, believing them - rightly - to be extremely dangerous. T'Pol follows this practice, though nowhere near as closely as she was taught to; a Vulcan must do what one must in order to survive in the Empire. However, she feels a good deal more than she suspects she should. T'Pol feels pride - in her work, in her abilities, in what she accomplishes; upon joining Starfleet, she did not consider species reassignment, deciding that altering her appearance in order to rise more swiftly through the ranks was below her. It is pride that is dangerous to her, and when she fails to control it properly, she is arrested. There is loyalty, too - to herself, first, foremost, and above all others, but she also holds onto her loyalty to her people and their plight, and to a much lesser extent, her Captain - Maximilian Forrest. She has drifted from logic's clearest path in order to serve her purposes best.

Crowds make T'Pol uncomfortable. She learned while in the Academy how - and when - to socialize with those around her. She's learned to be manipulative out of necessity, and has little use for guilt; that is one emotion T'Pol has had no difficulty suppressing. Humans have abused her people for generations; she sees no reason not to use them as tools in her own plots. However, tools are best obtained quietly and subtly, and used without association; crowds have always left her unsettled. There are fewer ways to avoid association and accusation in a crowd - and more ways to wind up with a knife in her side.

Emotions are dangerous. Experimenting with emotions are dangerous. But logic is not necessarily salvation; not within the Terran Empire. T'Pol has drifted from strict interpretations of logic, experiencing more than she would have chosen to in another life. The nature of the Empire has demanded a lot of sacrifices, many of them personal. She's experienced emotion in ways most Vulcans abhor; it's led to embarrassment and discomfort. It has allowed her to understand the humans she works with and manipulates. It's allowed her to carry on.

T'Pol is an extremely private individual, though it isn't always possible to cling to privacy. Her personal space is hers, and unwelcome proximity is usually met stiffly. There is a certain difficulty to maintaining control at those moments, and there have certainly been occasions when T'Pol has found herself wishing that violent tendencies were not a thing of her peoples' past. She has always been intelligent, a good student with interests and prowess that have taken her across the universe; that intelligence has no doubt saved her life on several occasions. Her capabilities range from doing her duties as Science Officer of the Enterprise to the intricacies of Vulcan neuropressure; anything and everything that helps her stay a step ahead she has delved into head first.
History: In 2063, Vulcans made First Contact with Earth: by 2070, Earth had conquered Vulcan and started to form the Terran Empire. T'Pol wasn't born until 2088, in northern ShiKahr, already under the thumb of the Terran Empire. Her mother held a position at the Vulcan Science Academy, and tried to raise T'Pol on Surak's teachings; her father she barely recalls, as he disappeared early in her life. Despite her mother's efforts, T'Pol had difficult with Surak's lessons; her emotions were always close to the surface, and she found difficulty in suppressing them, especially given the suppressed state that Vulcan was frequently kept in.

She grew up seeing the limited opportunities available to her: she could be a slave to the Empire, as lowly as her logical people, or she could join that which she hated, but which clearly was better off. That was what led her to join Starfleet; she knew what difficulties she would face, what prejudices, but she was young, and held all the self-images of invincibility that the young frequently fall prey to. She knew a life with Starfleet would be a preferable alternative to a short one in a mine on Earth's moon.

Her time at the Academy was unpleasant; aliens on track to become officers were frequently mistreated, especially on Terran soil. T'Pol weathered it. Like most Vulcans who remained in close contact with humans, she learned to get by, either by ducking her head and being invisible, or by proving her loyalty, usually in ways she found discomforting. Her mother had raised her on Surak's pacifism; T'Pol learned quickly at the Academy that pacifism would see her killed.

Her ambitions were buried, then altered as she served on Empire vessels. She made her loyalty unquestionable, ingratiated herself with Captain Forrest. T'Pol needed to be unquestionably faithful to the Empire if she was going to live long enough to make it serve her. And it was good she did; her mother left her position at the Science Academy to join the rebellion shortly after T'Pol began serving on Forrest's Enterprise; she was brought under suspicion because of it, but Captain Forrest's faith in her loyalty didn't waver. She'd later repay that faith in full.

The rest of her time on the ISS Enterprise was tumultuous; in 2152, she became infected with a microbe that triggered her pon farr reaction; without a mate, and without time or interest wasted in a medical cure when there was an obvious, natural cure, T'Pol did what she had to. She doesn't remember much of it, beyond what Commander Tucker has refused to allow her to forget. There was a steep price in accepting his help; she developed a telepathic bond with him. T'Pol convinced Tucker that he was suffering daydreams and delusions, and convinced herself that there was no lingering affection or love involved on her part.

After the events of In a Mirror, Darkly took place, T'Pol was held in the brig with Doctor Phlox, awaiting execution at Archer's orders; she was freed at the last moment by Staal, and escaped with him on one of the Defiant's shuttles, the McCool.
Powers/skills: She's a Vulcan, so she's stronger, more durable, a little faster, etc. Boils down to heightened reflexes and strength. Her ears are extremely sensitive, too. The big thing, of course, is her mind-melding. Vulcans are touch telepaths, so T'Pol can form a mental link with anyone through skin-to-skin contact. She's pretty good at it but she's technically a novice since she had to teach herself, which means problems could theoretically arise via telepathic diseases. She won't have any of this until powers start returning.

As far as skills go, she's an accomplished scientist in a wide range of sciences, she's very logical minded (if something's illogical, she might balk at bothering to waste time on it), and a pretty decent combatant. She knows Vulcan Suss-mana, which is like a mix of Tai Chi and Krav Maga. If Vulcans are fighting, they're either evading hits or, in the mirror verse, taking no prisoners.

City
Name: Delilah Bristow
Position: Lawyer
History: Delilah grew up just outside of Diamond City. She was always very studious, and knew she wanted to go into law from an early age, but when it came time to start paying for law school, she came up short. Her family was never very wealthy, and rather than admit she couldn't handle her dreams on her own, she found another option: she joined the navy. It was supposed to be short term, just to pay for school, but she found herself enjoying the work, and wound up making a career of it. It was something she did well, and her precise, ambitious nature worked well for her.

But of course good things never last, and she found herself making questionable decisions. Ultimately, she was discharged as a lieutenant, under less than honorable circumstances. After that, she finished law school, refusing to be deterred, and did a fair bit of networking to secure herself a position with a prominent law firm in Diamond City. She was an up and coming member when the Disaster struck.
Proof: A picture of her smiling, celebrating her first win with coworkers.

Playing
First-person sample: One and two.
Third-person sample: Here!
Did you read the rules? Yup!