Lt. Ripley Todd

[Ripley Todd]

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usename:ripleytodd
age: 18
years of roleplaying:8
type of character you're applying for:Original

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name:Ripley Anne Todd
age: 30
race: Human
gender:Female
position/affiliation: Security (Your choice on whether she can be head), Lieutenant

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sexuality: Straight
marital status:Single

appearance:
Ripley has chestnut hair and brown eyes, she's 5'11 and weighs 185, not your average “look at me, look at me” type of girl. She wears her brown hair in a ponytail almost always, if in a ball cap it’s pulled through the slot, and on the odd days of just paperwork in the squad room she wears it down. The humidity causes the naturally wavy hair to become a frizzy, knotty mess which she gets dogged for whenever it’s like that. She’s a little heavy around the middle, but that’s just puppy fat that’s hung around through the years.

Though because of it she’ll never wear a bikini or even think of something formfitting. She’s pretty well toned in the arms and legs from her job as well as working out. When she’s not in uniform she’ll be seen in jeans and tee-shirts of various sayings, and styles. She always, and that is always carries her weapon with her. Normally it’s in a lower back holster, but if she’s in a dress (God Forbid) it’s in a thigh holster.

Ripley isn’t bad looking; she’s definitely not a ten, nor a six. But when she cleans up, and dressed up she looks damn good doing it. She has some scars from her youth during hockey, the most prominent one is a scar on her right eyebrow from a bar fight. The bridge of her nose has a faint semicircle scar from where her nose was broken by a drunk shipmate her second week on the job.

Other nifty little scars are beneath the clothing, one phaser wound on her right shoulder, a few knife scars; one on her left bicep, one in her left thigh, another across her back. Each has a story, get her drunk enough she’ll tell ya.

The tattoo is a part of her as much as the scars, each marking a part of her life. The first one is of the north star on her right shoulder blade with cursive words “Guide Me” She’s got two others picked out.

likes:&Stars
&Reading
&Protecting
&Enterprise
&Sleeping
&Dreaming

dislikes:
&Enemies
&Loud crowds
&Klingons
&Mind readers (Sorry Spock)
& Waking up early for watch

personality: Stubborn: A mule would have issues with Rip. She’s as stubborn as can be, it could be the Irish side in her, but damn, this woman will not back down from a fight or argument if the world was ending. She can be as wrong as Michael Jackson and a six year old, but she won’t give in. It’s one reason that she’s a good cop, perpetrators are stubborn, too. You need a cop that will fight them all the way. Her father had an issue with her stubbornness when she was in high school wanting to play on the boy’s team, she had gone behind his back the entire way and wouldn’t give in even when she got a concussion, she kept trying to get back on the ice until the coach sat her down and told her to take it easy. She was out for the rest of the season, but the next two she came back twice as hard.

Sheepdog: What is a sheepdog you ask? Dave Grossman will describe it. We may well be in the most violent times in history, but violence is still remarkably rare. This is because most citizens are kind, decent people who are not capable of hurting each other, except by accident or under extreme provocation. They are sheep.

I mean nothing negative by calling them sheep. To me it is like the pretty, blue robin's egg. Inside it is soft and gooey but someday it will grow into something wonderful. But the egg cannot survive without its hard blue shell. Police officers, soldiers, and other warriors are like that shell, and someday the civilization they protect will grow into something wonderful.? For now, though, they need warriors to protect them from the predators.

"Then there are the wolves," the old war veteran said, "and the wolves feed on the sheep without mercy." Do you believe there are wolves out there who will feed on the flock without mercy? You better believe it. There are evil men in this world and they are capable of evil deeds. The moment you forget that or pretend it is not so, you become a sheep. There is no safety in denial.
"Then there are sheepdogs," he went on, "and I'm a sheepdog. I live to protect the flock and confront the wolf."

If you have no capacity for violence then you are a healthy productive citizen, a sheep. If you have a capacity for violence and no empathy for your fellow citizens, then you have defined an aggressive sociopath, a wolf. But what if you have a capacity for violence, and a deep love for your fellow citizens? What do you have then? A sheepdog, a warrior, someone who is walking the hero's path. Someone who can walk into the heart of darkness, into the universal human phobia, and walk out unscathed (http://mwkworks.com/onsheepwolvesandsheepdogs.html)


Hopeless Romantic: Titanic, Bridges of Madison County, Pride and Prejudice. Do all police officers have those movies? No, probably not. But Ripley Todd does. She cries at all of them nearly every time. But there’s a downside to that which will be covered below. Ripley believes in true love, she believes in soul mates, and that everyone has one. So, what’s the issue? Hopeless is a keyword. She believes in them, it doesn’t mean she believes she has one.

Trust Issues: As a child growing up with five brothers, and as one the youngest kids you would think she would have it okay. No. Her dad was never proud of her, Calder as the oldest stepped in a lot as a father figure, but daddies are supposed to be there for their daughters no matter what. In walks the problem with men. She doesn’t trust them, at least not with her heart. She’ll have a one night stand if that’s truly what she needs, but she has yet to say that major L-word, nor has a relationship lasted for more than three weeks. Being a master at arms she faces danger every day, willing to put her life on the line for a perfect stranger. She doesn’t want to leave behind a widower or boyfriend of any sort.

Moral Compass: Good or Bad. Sinner or Saint. Right or Wrong. Ripley can tell the difference between them all. Another good trait for a master at arms or any law enforcer should have. She can easily depict out of a crowd who might start something. Passing by people on the street you can bet on her having already classified and put them in a group. Some might call this stereotyping, so might call it paranoia. It’s paid off most of the time, but on occasion she can be horribly wrong about it. Like her best friend, she hated her at first and then they became friends and have been for over twenty years.

The rest is history:
A born pessimist Rip has learned take what life throws at you, it’s a test that a higher power is giving you. Its pass or fail just do what you can, when you can. She tends to be very kind to her friends, understanding and comforting, but to her enemies, well God have mercy on them because she won’t. She’s not afraid to stand up for her friends, to tell them off and give them a boot in the ass while she’s at it. Her friends are her family, just like the team use to be, the men around her, her fellow men and women on the ship are high on her list, but won’t let that interfere with the job.

Dry wit even in the serious moments, someone could be dying and she would try to ease the tension of it. A fiery temper if provoked enough. Serious when the time calls for it and she's just a basic Virgo who likes to be organized, on time, caring to her friends, sensual, practical at times, mischievous and witty, sarcastic as all hell. She's a fighter. Though even if she seems like a barbed-wire-covered-teddy bear she wants to love.

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history:
It was a windy September night when Ripley Todd came into the world. It was toward the end of the month when the leaves of Maine were beginning to tint red, orange and yellow. Steven Todd a retired master at arms held her, gazing into eyes that were blue, he hoped they would stay that way, but later they would turn brown as would the dark blond hair she had come out with. He never would have guessed that the small baby he was holding would be hellfire in his life. At the age of five Ripley was roughhousing with her older brothers. Her mother died in childbirth with Tom.

She was three when her mother died, as the years passed she blamed Tom for it. He was the pride and joy in her father’s eyes. One by one her brothers became members of Starfleet, one by one they left her alone. The biggest influence on her life had been a teacher. The man who had brought the sheepdog perspective to Ripley’s eyes. Her father wasn’t proud of her for the choice of career; he didn’t have to say it to make it clear. She was accepted at Starfleet Academy, where through that time she would earn her place as a master at arms (security). It was the hardest most grueling time of her life.

In that time at the age of twenty-three she had met Brent. They dated for the rest of the time at the Academy. One day he proposed, she said yes and they seemed happy, at least for a few weeks. One day she came back to their apartment and found her best friend half naked in the kitchen and then her fiance asking when she was coming back.

Ripley walked away from him that day, later on that year she had heard that he had done the same thing to her best friend that he had to her. She had walked away with her pride, and her best friend...no longer her friend had walked away with nothing more to her then her name.
Her brothers, all except Tom had gone through the Academy, to be the first and only girl in her family to do so was a great honor, but as always her father had other opinions, so she ran, and kept on running. Space had been her escape. Aboard the Enterprise where it was never day, never night. Always black, always bright with stars.

There would always be the lulling noises of the ship. The engines hum, the whoosh of doors sliding open, the beeps, and bleeps of computers on the helm. A few hours away from their old home she had felt a pang of regret but she was already at ease, she had bid a tearful good-bye to Cal and Mal, hugged them tightly, and walked away head held high. Only when she had been safe in her new quarters had she let go of her composure. She had seen the tears in Cal’s blue eyes, blue as the ocean; their mothers eyes. She had seen the pride in Mal’s, so much like her own eyes, but from the man that had never truly given her the love she had needed.

As a young girl she had wished to fly on her father’s wings. She would never realize that her elder grandfather saw his son in her. Stubborn, courageous, fighting for what’s right, but she did better, fought harder. It had hurt him to see her off when death was looming. She would fly on her wings, to places she had never been, to things she had never seen. The people would sleep at ease during the night; nothing would harm them, not on her watch.
It would be the new start that Ripley had always deserved.


parents: MOTHER: Serena Todd—Deceased
FATHER: Steven Todd—56—Retired Master at Arms

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[CMDR. Spock]

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