Lieutenant JG Vesper Dunne

Character Information

Gender		Female
Species		Ramatisian
Age		25

Physical Appearance

Height		5'3"
Weight		115 lbs.
Hair Color		Dark Brown with Wine-Red Highlights
Eye Color		Gray
Physical Description		Vesper is lean, struggles to maintain a good body weight, with long dark auburn hair and gray eyes that shift somewhat, from light to dark gray, depending on her emotional state. Because she prefers to slide into the background when possible, her wardrobe when off -duty tends toward functional and nondescript. Beige, white, gray, and black are her predominant color choices. She loves hoods and loathes dresses of all kinds.

Family

Spouse		None
Children		None
Father		Perry Dunne
Mother		Vesune Nyx-Dunne
Brother(s)		None
Sister(s)		None
Other Family		Unknown

Personality & Traits

Strengths & Weaknesses		Strengths > Self-reliant and resourceful, better on her own than in a crowd > Excellent spatial awareness and cognition/strong sense of direction/internal compass > Telepath (no touch required) Weaknesses > Slow to trust > Very aware of her limitations and that makes her shy around people she doesn't know well > Dislikes crowded social situations and confrontations where her vocal shortcomings are most pronounced
Hobbies & Interests		> Reading > Hiking > Watching old movies

Medical History

Past Injuries		> Put her hand through a glass window that first night, after finding out what her parents did, and who she really was. > Broke her arm in a training accident at the Academy because one of the other cadets had tampered with the safety protocols
Known Allergies		None
Preexisting Medical Conditions		> Genetic abnormality resulting in deformed vocal cords. As a result, she has an unusually soft voice and prefers to communicate in sign whenever possible > Weakened immune system > Mildly agoraphobic (but she's getting over it)

Personal History		Born in 2344, Vesper was named after her parents, Vesune and Perry, and grew up in a poor but relatively happy household on Freecloud. Presents were always hand-made. Salvaged junk found new life in the Dunne household. She was happy ... until the arrest. Her telepathy, which manifested at a young age, gave her an edge in her (limited) interactions with others and acted more as a warning mechanism. She could (literally) hear problems long before they got close to her. It was a clear rule in her household that her parents minds were off limits -- that seemed reasonable. Fair. She learned to control her telepathy and by the time she was old enough to understand, she'd already reached the point where she never pried. At thirteen, she entered the school system. The odd kid who understood everything but never spoke. In an area where no one had much, she was considered the poorest of the poor. An outsider. And this, she saw in their heads almost at once. Still, she found a way to slide unnoticed through the corridors, to avoid problems by using her telepathy as a sort of early warning system, and most importantly, to use what the school offered to learn and grow. Her favorite courses were astronomy and literature. At sixteen, her father got a transport job and for the first time in her life, she left Freecloud behind. She would sit for hours at the viewport, looking out at the stars, or standing behind her father, watching the controls and imagining that it was she flying the ship. Because the flights were long and her father loved to talk, he taught her the controls and by the time, they entered Earth space, she felt as though she could fly the ship herself. She was happier than she'd ever been. Two years aboard the freighter and then, it all fell apart. Her father delivered a cargo to Earth and her parents were excited to show her the world of their birth. She was amazed at how clean everything was. How safe. How ... beautiful. There was technology everywhere and a thousand questions popped into her head. She was the glances her parents exchanged but shrugged it off. If they didn't tell her, she would not pry. That was a mistake. On their first night, after a long eventful day, they stopped at a local restaurant for dinner before heading back to the ship, when her parents were approached by security and, after questioning, arrested on the charge of kidnapping. Her. Kidnapping her. That's when she found out that biologically she was Ramatisian; attempts at reaching her biological family were unsuccessful. She was alone on a world she didn't know and at the age of seventeen going on eighteen, she was given sanctuary and helped to understand what had happened. Just shortly after her eighteenth birthday, Starfleet introduced itself to her.
Service Record		2362-2366: Starfleet Academy, San Francisco, Earth. Helm/Navigation Major, studying: > Astrogation - navigation of starships at sublight and at warp speed > Astronomy - advanced astrophysics and stellar cartography > Engineering - intro to warp systems, advanced warp systems, impulse systems, intermediate electronics, deflectors, weapons, and security systems > Physics - warp theory > Piloting - minor and major starships > Tactics - combat in both minor and major starships, shuttles and runabouts, passers and photon torpedoes, as well as leadership Communications/Operations Minor, studying: > Diplomacy with respect to hostile species > Engineering - operations and command functions, deflectors, weapon and security systems, base-mode operations > Language - Vulcan > Tactics - introduction to starship combat The Academy was difficult. No question. Her student com-badge was augmented to amplify her voice and while she used it for classes, she turned it off every chance she got. To her ears, she sounded alien and unnatural, as though she were being put on display. She loved her courses and it seemed piloting was a perfect way for her to serve. 2366-2368: USS Nathan James, Shuttle Pilot 2368-NOW: USS Thunderbird, Shuttle Pilot