Crewman Jaeih

Character Information

Gender		Female
Species		Romulan/Vulcan
Age		45
Date of Birth		2342
Place of Birth		Fethraei, Romulus

Character Type

Starfleet ID

Serial Number		NP-100-3991
Security Clearance		Level 2
Duty Watch		Pending

Physical Appearance

Height		5'6"
Weight		135 lbs
Hair Color		Black
Eye Color		Grey
Physical Description		Jaeih is hard-nosed and alert, with dark grey eyes and pale virescent skin. High cheek bones, narrow hips and shoulders, long forearms, and short nails. She balances two warring cultures and the parenting of a warrior and a diplomat as would a dancer on the edge of a very sharp knife. Her bearing is ready and regal, expectant, and prideful. The ridges on her forehead are less pronounced than on a usual Romulan, and experiences neither the strength of will nor body that most Vulcans possess. Her straight black hair is cropped short, however she makes a deliberate effort to keep her bangs long enough to safely conceal her forehead. This mild physical deception, in combination with her adopted Vulcanoid behaviors, allows her to pass as a Vulcan or Romulan depending on her needs, a skill which has come in handy quite often over the years.
Body Art		=^= PNPC Kestra Orexil =^=

Family

Spouse		Preliminarily Bonded to Tetrik of Clan Chavek. Prior Intended - Mandukar Tomalak (deceased)
Father		Fveir tr'Salar: Romulan captain (deceased)
Mother		T'Ekkhae cha'Romsa: Vulcan diplomat to Romulus (deceased)
Brother(s)		Half brothers - Aevus tr'Salar: second in command of Interceptor Class Aofaon Kaol tr'Salar: architect (deceased)
Sister(s)		Half-sister - Nuhira t'Salar: doctor at the Miran refugee site
Other Family		All the rest of Jaeih's Clan on her father's side perished in the destruction of Romulus and Remus; this includes twelve cousins, three uncles, two aunts, and both grandparents. In addition, her two best friends - Rishar and Kneit, her entire graduating class, seventy eight good friends, more than a hundred casual associates, and millions of strangers who were bound to each other by loyalty and homeworld. Plaear cha'Romsa (House RIyosh Clan Evekh-sen-deen Ansa-ken-deen): aunt on mother's side, V'shar S'Jenes cha'Romsa: uncle on mother's side (deceased)

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Jaeih is by no means stupid and knows very well that her father's people are not generally appreciated by the Federation. She is fiercely proud of her heritage, but has learned the wisdom of holding her tongue. Jaeih is mercurial. Her moods shift swiftly and decisively, but her actions do not always follow suit. She has a relativist morality which allows her to suit her beliefs to the moment. Her loyalties, however, remain unchanging and complexly divided between two cultures that - for the most part - hate each other.
Strengths		brave patient crafty and deliberate limited receptive telepath, through touch only
Weaknesses		an over-healthy dose of ego complexly divided loyalties between two cultures that often want each other dead her homeworld was destroyed and almost everyone she knew is dead
Ambitions		To see her father's people restored to their rightful place among the Empires of the galaxy. Equals first. There is time for more advanced progressions after that.
Hobbies & Interests		avid hiker, rock scrambler, cliff-climber, caver - basically anything outdoors that involves ropes and treads
Vernacular		Taciturn and deliberate. Her natural tone is broad and rich, practically vibrating with emotion and intent; however, aboard Starfleet vessels and her mother's people, Jaeih usually speaks with a carefully pronounced and enunciated vocal pattern that mimics the accent of most Vulcans.
Orientation		Bisexual
Language(s) Spoken		Federation Standard, Rihannsu, Rom'lesta, Vulcan (Modern Golic)

Personal History		Romulan Name: Jaeih i'Fethraie t'Salar Vulcan Name: Jaeih cha'T'Ekkhae (House RIyosh Clan Evekh-sen-deen Ansa-ken-deen) From the very beginning, it was impossible for Jaeih to believe there wasn't something different about her. Her mother found it imperative, for example, to make her meditate for hours, every day, all through her childhood while the other children were allowed to play and gallop freely. It was for her 'development', her mother insisted always. And her mother was the one she had to listen to since her father was most often away, patrolling other parts of the sector. They lived in a quaint, unostentatious home on the banks of the river, but it was rare that there were times when the only ones there were she and her mother. More often than not, they set table for ten or fifteen for lunch and dinner, different faces at each table. Most of the time, they were Romulan all and Jaeih would watch her mother hold court with politicians, officers, painters, and writers... Their house, simple though it was, was a virtual court for culture. And outside, the river would sing her song to the house and nurture the souls of everyone inside. Occasionally, the Vulcans would come and the house would be full of them for a few days. Full to breaking. There was never just one. Her mother's brother and sister invariably brought friends and associates with them - so many that they were like a small invading force that overtook and commanded the house until they left again. Those visits, her father never came, nor did her half-siblings, or any of her other Romulan relatives, friends, or neighbors. It was a different world. A quieter one, more intense, and more free in a way. They touched her and knew her mind. They guided her in meditations. They attended to her with a deep dedication, despite the misgivings they felt about her mixed birth. If they could have hidden those feelings, they didn't, and Jaeih thought she understood why. Awareness and understanding. She needed to know and recognize the reckless part of her. She needed to be trained to completely negate the rich, expressive emotional life she was developing because it was dangerous. She listened to the arguments through doors, but every time, her mother's family departed and Jaeih remained on the banks of the Fethraie. Living with her mother was an excellent intensive course on diplomacy, but Jaeih trained as well. At the age of twenty, she undertook her Serona and spent the following five years translating and interpreting whatever codes and messages she was told. Jaeih was twenty-two when the Romulan Star Empire re-established diplomatic relations with the Federation and she heard all the talk running all ways. There was never simply two ways of coming at a topic for Romulans; if an event were a road, you were likely to hear an argument to, from, over, under, and around every angle. Jaeih and her mother became involved with a group of Romulan activists who were hoping that the re-connection with the Federation would be the first step towards re-unifying Romulus and Remus with their Vulcan cousins in peace. In point of fact, Jaeih found the idea almost ridiculous - not because peace was not something she wanted for herself, her family, or her people on both sides - but because she couldn't see it as a remote possibility. Tolerance, maybe, but never true peace. That would require trust and she'd never met another Romulan who would trust a Vulcan inherently. Even her father was oftentimes suspicious of her mother's motivations, and vice versa. At the end of her Serona, Jaeih tactfully withdrew from active military life and returned to her mother's side. At the age of five, Jaeih had been promised in marriage to a young lieutenant by the name of Mandukar Tomalak. Mandukar was extraordinarily well-connected through his family lines and would open up a number of avenues for her brother in the Galae s'Shiar. In fact, the promise of this allegiance was enough to integrate the two families even though Mandukar was killed just before the marriage could occur. When she was thirty-two, Jaeih listened intently to news of the fall of Betazed. A few months later, Romulan saehne were shipping off to join the effort of resistance against the Dominion, among them Jaeih's father, brother, and sister. Her father never returned. The Treaty of Bajor was a sign of peace returning to many empires, but for the Romulans, hostilities did not abate. Jaeih and her mother hoped for change when the agreement over the Obsidian Fleet was reached, but the following year, the Romulans withdrew from the project. Shortly after that, the Remans became a threatening force and Jaeih found herself commanded onto a ship and off the only world she'd ever known as a home. She was sent to Vulcan to live with her aunt Plaear and forced to watch the following years of hostility from the Vulcan sideline. As the battle between the Praetor and the false Empress threatened to tear the Empire to shreds, Jaeih found herself waiting for sometimes months at a time to hear word from her mother or siblings on Romulus. Every message was a precious thing and there wasn't time for sentimentality. During this time, she learned more and more of the other side of her ancestry by immersion. She grew her hair out to better conceal her Romulan heritage and was careful to keep her voice and expression neutral in debates and conversations. Throughout the struggle, she'd continued working with her mother and with her mother's contacts on Vulcan to try to secure a lasting unification, but the tumult on Romulus made that goal seem an impossible one in the short term, even with the spearhead leadership of Ambassador Spock. Jaeih never gave up hope. When Romulus was destroyed, Jaeih broke into a trillion tiny particles of herself and spent more than a month in silent recuperation. Slowly, it seemed she was beginning to emerge from the caverns of her grief and her aunt believed there might be hope... until she began screaming. She continued to scream, raging, breaking furniture, and generally making an effort to tear the entire room apart for a solid week until she was too weak, thirsty, hungry, and wrecked to move. After that, it was a slow climb to stillness. Jaeih needed work; Plaear knew that. Unfortunately, her Romulan heritage - evident to any telepath with the basic common sense of a human - left her in rather a precarious situation socially and politically on Vulcan. An even more dangerous one now, than it had been before the planet's destruction. Emotions were high on all sides and Jaeih was still recovering. It was Plaear's insight that getting her niece away from Vulcan and from the remains of Romulus and Remus might be just the thing that Jaeih needed to restore her spirit. Distance from all of it would give her time to wrestle with her emotions and control them. With age, wisdom, and time, she might learn the True Way and unlearn the lessons of her childhood, become Vulcan in her heart, and return to the fold. Plaear recommended that Jaeih attend the Starfleet Academy for a time, perhaps to train as an intelligence officer - a role that suited Jaeih's particular flexibility with the truth. But years of additional training did not interest Jaeih. She did not care for the officer standards. She wanted only to leave Vulcan and find somewhere else where she might be able to breathe once more. She skipped the Academy entirely and enlisted with her skills as they were.
Starfleet History		Ironically, Jaeih's efforts to escape her grief only led her more directly to them. She was shuttled from starship to starship, acting as a translator and cultural attaché to the refugees of Romulus and to the Romulan military who had been away from the homeworlds when they'd been destroyed, which were now acting without central guidance.
Medical History		Full working order.
Service Record		2388 - Enlists with Starfleet -Rank: Probationary Crewman Recruit -Between that time and present, Jaeih has assisted in thirty seven separate diplomatic incidents as a translator, cultural attache, and humanoid olive branch. -currently aboard the USS Venture in case of a potential encounter with Romulan pirates while in the sector.

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