Lieutenant JG Tink
Name Tink
Position Chief Counselor
Rank Lieutenant JG
Stats
- 2 Mission Posts
Last Post
Tue Oct 10th, 2017 @ 8:21am
Character Information
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 36 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 5'4" | |
| Weight | 175 | |
| Hair Color | Dyed Daily to Match Mood | |
| Eye Color | Blue-Grey | |
| Physical Description | Well-built, muscular, sturdy, solid. Physically intimidating. |
Family
| Spouse | None | |
| Children | None | |
| Father | Unknown | |
| Mother | Unknown | |
| Brother(s) | Unknown | |
| Sister(s) | Unknown | |
| Other Family | Unknown |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Found as a young child in a spaceport with no identifying information whatsoever, Tink is very literally a self-made individual. From her name to her truths and right down to her handmade boots, she's unique and unashamed...which can be very intimidating to others. Once they get past her direct approach and no nonsense manner, though, it quickly becomes clear that Tink is one of a kind; someone that everyone should want on their side. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | Strengths - telling it like it is, cutting through bullshit, being her own person, big picture person, idea person, problem solver Weaknesses - no patience for those who refuse to help themselves, not great with details |
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| Ambitions | To live her truth while helping others to discover theirs | |
| Hobbies & Interests | flying, speed racing, rock climbing, high adrenaline adventure |
History
| Personal History | After being discovered fast asleep on a transport shuttle with no parental figure around, Tink was brought to the port authorities and asked what her name was in an attempt to identify her and locate her caretaker. Having no memory of anything but holovids, cartoons, and make believe prior to being found, she said her name was Tink...like the fairy from her favorite story. Unable to track down any information about the child whatsoever, Tink was taken in by the spaceport's master-in-chief and quickly became the port's mascot. She was everyone's child and no one's child. She came and went as she pleased and learned a little of everything from everyone she came across. More than anything else, though, she learned who she did and didn't want to be and she learned how to listen. When she came of age, she applied to the Academy, got in, and flew through most of her courses. Except math. She'd hoped to be a pilot or an engineer, but both required precision and accuracy with angles and formulas that she simply lacked. Devastated, she floundered for years, searching for something to give her life meaning. It was during a drunken diatribe of self-discovery that she realized she'd had the answer all along. She still wanted to be Starfleet. It had just never occurred to her that she didn't have to be a pilot or engineer to do so. After re-enrolling in the Academy, Tink sought direction from several of her favorite instructors and each of them pointed her in the same direction: counseling. As soon as she began working on her specialization, her confidence soared and she started to carry herself with a purpose. When it came to dealing with mental and emotional shit, she was prepared for anything. Or so she thought... |
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| Service Record | Undecided |