Lieutenant JG Yalane
Name Yalane
Position Pilot
Rank Lieutenant JG
Character Information
| Callsign (Fighters Only) | Callsign: "Reaper" | |
| Gender | Female | |
| Species | Calidae | |
| Age | 27 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 7'2" | |
| Weight | 259 | |
| Hair Color | White | |
| Eye Color | Blue | |
| Physical Description | Standing a very impressive 7'2" tall, yet her height is not what people usually notice first. Rather her stark white fur is. Her face slight fang-lined muzzle, feline triangle ears on top of her head, blues eyes slitted like a cat's and a long, prehensile tail trailing behind her. Her legs are digitigrade, and account for much of her extraordinary height. Torso normal sized, limbs very powerfully built. Her hands slightly larger than a human's, with sharp talons on each fingertip. Yalane has, above all, a pure runner's physique. |
Family
| Father | Murrsago, deceased | |
| Mother | Tjalina, deceased | |
| Brother(s) | Gotjino, deceased |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Prideful to a fault, arrogant, cocky and self-assured. Behind that though lies a lonely heart, the perpetual outcast who knows herself far from home, far from her family. Prone to moodswings, just as likely to play a prank on her colleagues as she is to just sit and lounge on a console bank, or silently stare out a viewport. Deep down though, Yalane is loyal to a fault. Despite her playful, prideful nature, she will always put the mission first. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | Prideful, a graceful pilot and gifted acrobat, yet not blessed with amazing intelligence nor wisdom. Of science, engineering and diplomacy she only knows how to spell them. Outside the cockpit she is easily distracted and often forgets about decorum altogether. Inside the cockpit though she transforms, and seemingly becomes one with her craft - whatever craft she finds herself piloting. |
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| Ambitions | She wants to eventually find her home world. What she would do with it once she found it she doesn't know, but she wants to find it. Other than that, she wants to win. At everything. To be the very best, like no-one ever was. And it doesn't matter at what. If Yalane does anything remotely competitive, she does so with the full intention to win. |
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| Hobbies & Interests | Competition of a physical nature. Operating fast, agile vehicles. Running, climbing, sparring, flying, driving. She also loves to eat. And nap. Anywhere. |
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| Languages | Calidae, Federation Standard, Klingon |
| Personal History | In 2373 the sleeper-ship carrying young Yalane and her family was discovered damaged and adrift. Recovery showed that the cryo tubes containing Yalane's father and mother had failed a long time ago, and her brother's very recently. The young Calidae's own tube was starting to show signs of failure as well, yet she survived to be rescued. She spent a few weeks in intensive care, recovering from her near death experience. Eventually the 8 year old feline was moved to a xenobiology research facility where she was subjected to any and all scans the Federation scientists could think of, not having seen any of her race before and not knowing where she came from. Studies of the damaged sleeper ship though yielded no usable results, the navigation computer having been destroyed in a space debris strike a long time ago. As such it is now known where Yalane came from or how long it's been since her family launched. Over the years the young Calidae grew up into an energetic, athletic prodigy. When the time came she signed up with the Academy, though she didn't quite know yet what she wanted in life. That changed when she saw a presentation about the new, upcoming space superiority fighter design, that would eventually become the Razor. She instantly found her calling. She would become a fighter pilot. And not just any fighter pilot, but the very best. Unfortunately her unique physiology almost got in the way of her dreams. With her elongated, digititrade legs she simply didn't fit in most cockpits - let alone that of a tiny fighter. Eventually though the Federation Science division sponsored a Razor rebuild for her with elongated cockpit, suitable to her size and body shape. Once behind the controls of a real fighter she displayed amazing affinity with the small craft, her natural gift for acrobatics translating well to the swift and agile machine. It was during her first simulated solo-combat exercise that she shot down three target fighters before being shot down herself. This wasn't a class record, but she wasn't far off. That day she earned her callsign 'Reaper'. After graduating fighter school at 22 with top marks she served several years aboard the strike carrier USS Thunderchild, making a name for herself. Upon the Thunderchild's decommissioning 'Reaper' and her modified Razor were transferred to Starbase 332, where the next chapter in her story began. |
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| Service Record | 2383 - 2387: Academy 2387 - 2391: USS Thunderchild 2391 - : Starbase 332 |