Murphy, Isolde (form. Ella), Lt. (Finished)
Jan 11, 2014 21:51:07 GMT -5
Post by Isolde "Issy" Murphy on Jan 11, 2014 21:51:07 GMT -5
C.H.A.R.A.C.T.E.R. P.R.O.F.I.L.E.
B.I.O.L.O.G.I.C.A.L. I.N.F.O.R.M.A.T.I.O.N.
N.A.M.E.:
Isolde (Iss-sol-duh) Elizabeth Murphy
G.E.N.D.E.R.:
Female
R.A.C.E.:
Tau'ri
D.A.T.E. O.F. B.I.RT.H.(Age):
June 21, 1980 (34)
H.E.I.G.H.T.:
5'7"
B.L.O.O.D. T.Y.P.E.
AB-
H.A.I.R.:
Red
E.Y.E.S.:
Green
P.R.O.F.E.S.S.I.O.N.A.L. I.N.F.O.R.M.A.T.I.O.N.
O.C.C.U.P.A.T.I.O.N.: Aviation Ordinanceman
O.R.G.A.N.I.Z.A.T.I.O.N.: US Navy
R.A.N.K./ R.A.N.K. G.R.A.D.E.: Lieutant
A.S.S.I.G.N.M.E.N.T.: Flight support, Stargate: Operation Orion
C.H.A.R.A.C.T.E.R. H.I.S.T.O.R.Y.
P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L. H.I.S.T.O.R.Y.:
F.A.M.I.L.I.Y.: Kieran and Brid (pronounced "Bree") Murphy-parents. Sean (oldest) Seamus(second) Ted(fourth) Ellen (5)-siblings.
T.R.A.I.N.I.N.G. A.N.D. E.D.U.C.A.T.I.O.N.: Issy, as she is called, recieved a High School diploma from Bishop Manogue High School in Atlanta, GA. She went on the ROTC program at Texas A&M, where she moved through the Cadet ranks quickly. She majored in Military Science and mechanical engineering. After college, she went to DCIOC (Direct Commissioned Officer Indoctrination Course) at Naval Station Newport, Rhode Island. She is attempting a Masters in Mechanical Engineering from Stanford, via correspondence (US Armed Forces online education partnership program)
S.E.R.V.I.C.E. R.E.C.O.R.D.:
2004-2006: Ensign, USN (promoted at end of service to LtJG)
2006-2009: Operation:Iraqi Freedom, served aboard USS Carl Vinson)
2009-2013: NAS Fallon (Top Gun training facility), where she recieved her most recent promotion
2013-Current: Special Assignment, Stargate Program
P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y.:
Issy is a well-rounded woman. She is at once feminine and tough. She is also very intelligent, and works hard. She is interested in the mechanical workings of machines, and most especially, the large weapons (bombs/rockets) that planes carry for war. She likes to build them and take them apart, and most especially likes to make them go "boom." At work, she is very solid and follows the rules, but away from the Hangar, she can have a good time, and likes to spend time doing outdoor activities.
P.L.A.Y.E.R. I.N.F.O.R.M.A.T.I.O.N.
A.V.A.T.A.R. C.H.A.R.A.C.T.E.R.: Bryce Dallas-Howard
F.I.R.S.T. N.A.M.E./ C.O.U.N.T.R.Y. O.F. O.R.I.G.I.N.: Cass/USA
DO YOU AGREE TO THE RULES OF STARGATE ORION? Yeppers
R.O.L.E.P.L.A.Y. E.X.A.M.P.L.E.:
Fiona saw the blonde Army man, and nodded once. She felt a familiar warm sensation creep across her face. She often blushed when singled out, even in a good way. Most especially by males, wether she fancied them or not. She was also feeling a bit guilty, as if she'd been caught doing something not entirely nerdy. She knew it was silly, but she felt it. However, the Irish parts of her would never die, and when Irish people were upset, they drank their cares away.
Hello, Fiona...Mind if I join you? She shook her head. She didn't mind.
No. Tis open. How are you, Lt. Telion? She chose his rank and last name as address. It was respectful, even if he'd called her "Fiona." Her official title was Technical Analyst, but that was a mouthful, and TA sounded horrible. So she supposed Fiona would do, though she had the inital reaction of shrinking as though in trouble, for she was only called Fiona by her family when she was bad.
She glanced sideways at him. She had so many questions, and, with another highball of icy amber liquid, they would tumble out, but for now she was in full command of her factulties. Fee never drank enough to lose control. She had seen that in her uncles, and some of her aunts, and it was a dirty life, and one sh didn't wish for. But one more would suffice to calm her. The carbs and fat of the fish and chips would help, too. Already, she was feeling better.
What brings you here today? She blushed. What a stupid question. Why else did people go to pubs but to drink?! Well, in Uni, Fee had done a paper on the amount of germs found in bars, but most normal people didn't go to bars to put litmus paper on the bar stools. She was sure that Koren wasn't here for that reason. She glanced around, and spotted the Oxfords. In the back of her mind, the manners she'd been taught rang out. She must go and say hello sometime tonight. She looked back at the other man.
Advice, if I may. Avoid the blood pudding. The one here is very salty. She brought her glass to her lips. A sip more, and she relaxed just a little. She was getting more comfortable with interacting with others, but it was still not easy. Her therapy had helped some, as did her father's reminders that she was meant for brilliant things. He was SUPPOSED to say that, though. He was her da, and the only parent she really had. Her stepmum was fine, but not the same.
One more surruptious glance over the horn frame of her glasses. She cleared her throat, and poked at her peas with the side of one of her pieces of fried fish.
When you said that we will be safe, what did you mean? What is out there? Fee was blunt, sometimes to the point of rudeness, but she believed firmly in full disclosure. It was easier and less painful.
B.I.O.L.O.G.I.C.A.L. I.N.F.O.R.M.A.T.I.O.N.
N.A.M.E.:
Isolde (Iss-sol-duh) Elizabeth Murphy
G.E.N.D.E.R.:
Female
R.A.C.E.:
Tau'ri
D.A.T.E. O.F. B.I.RT.H.(Age):
June 21, 1980 (34)
H.E.I.G.H.T.:
5'7"
B.L.O.O.D. T.Y.P.E.
AB-
H.A.I.R.:
Red
E.Y.E.S.:
Green
P.R.O.F.E.S.S.I.O.N.A.L. I.N.F.O.R.M.A.T.I.O.N.
O.C.C.U.P.A.T.I.O.N.: Aviation Ordinanceman
O.R.G.A.N.I.Z.A.T.I.O.N.: US Navy
R.A.N.K./ R.A.N.K. G.R.A.D.E.: Lieutant
A.S.S.I.G.N.M.E.N.T.: Flight support, Stargate: Operation Orion
C.H.A.R.A.C.T.E.R. H.I.S.T.O.R.Y.
P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L. H.I.S.T.O.R.Y.:
F.A.M.I.L.I.Y.: Kieran and Brid (pronounced "Bree") Murphy-parents. Sean (oldest) Seamus(second) Ted(fourth) Ellen (5)-siblings.
T.R.A.I.N.I.N.G. A.N.D. E.D.U.C.A.T.I.O.N.: Issy, as she is called, recieved a High School diploma from Bishop Manogue High School in Atlanta, GA. She went on the ROTC program at Texas A&M, where she moved through the Cadet ranks quickly. She majored in Military Science and mechanical engineering. After college, she went to DCIOC (Direct Commissioned Officer Indoctrination Course) at Naval Station Newport, Rhode Island. She is attempting a Masters in Mechanical Engineering from Stanford, via correspondence (US Armed Forces online education partnership program)
S.E.R.V.I.C.E. R.E.C.O.R.D.:
2004-2006: Ensign, USN (promoted at end of service to LtJG)
2006-2009: Operation:Iraqi Freedom, served aboard USS Carl Vinson)
2009-2013: NAS Fallon (Top Gun training facility), where she recieved her most recent promotion
2013-Current: Special Assignment, Stargate Program
P.E.R.S.O.N.A.L.I.T.Y.:
Issy is a well-rounded woman. She is at once feminine and tough. She is also very intelligent, and works hard. She is interested in the mechanical workings of machines, and most especially, the large weapons (bombs/rockets) that planes carry for war. She likes to build them and take them apart, and most especially likes to make them go "boom." At work, she is very solid and follows the rules, but away from the Hangar, she can have a good time, and likes to spend time doing outdoor activities.
P.L.A.Y.E.R. I.N.F.O.R.M.A.T.I.O.N.
A.V.A.T.A.R. C.H.A.R.A.C.T.E.R.: Bryce Dallas-Howard
F.I.R.S.T. N.A.M.E./ C.O.U.N.T.R.Y. O.F. O.R.I.G.I.N.: Cass/USA
DO YOU AGREE TO THE RULES OF STARGATE ORION? Yeppers
R.O.L.E.P.L.A.Y. E.X.A.M.P.L.E.:
Fiona saw the blonde Army man, and nodded once. She felt a familiar warm sensation creep across her face. She often blushed when singled out, even in a good way. Most especially by males, wether she fancied them or not. She was also feeling a bit guilty, as if she'd been caught doing something not entirely nerdy. She knew it was silly, but she felt it. However, the Irish parts of her would never die, and when Irish people were upset, they drank their cares away.
Hello, Fiona...Mind if I join you? She shook her head. She didn't mind.
No. Tis open. How are you, Lt. Telion? She chose his rank and last name as address. It was respectful, even if he'd called her "Fiona." Her official title was Technical Analyst, but that was a mouthful, and TA sounded horrible. So she supposed Fiona would do, though she had the inital reaction of shrinking as though in trouble, for she was only called Fiona by her family when she was bad.
She glanced sideways at him. She had so many questions, and, with another highball of icy amber liquid, they would tumble out, but for now she was in full command of her factulties. Fee never drank enough to lose control. She had seen that in her uncles, and some of her aunts, and it was a dirty life, and one sh didn't wish for. But one more would suffice to calm her. The carbs and fat of the fish and chips would help, too. Already, she was feeling better.
What brings you here today? She blushed. What a stupid question. Why else did people go to pubs but to drink?! Well, in Uni, Fee had done a paper on the amount of germs found in bars, but most normal people didn't go to bars to put litmus paper on the bar stools. She was sure that Koren wasn't here for that reason. She glanced around, and spotted the Oxfords. In the back of her mind, the manners she'd been taught rang out. She must go and say hello sometime tonight. She looked back at the other man.
Advice, if I may. Avoid the blood pudding. The one here is very salty. She brought her glass to her lips. A sip more, and she relaxed just a little. She was getting more comfortable with interacting with others, but it was still not easy. Her therapy had helped some, as did her father's reminders that she was meant for brilliant things. He was SUPPOSED to say that, though. He was her da, and the only parent she really had. Her stepmum was fine, but not the same.
One more surruptious glance over the horn frame of her glasses. She cleared her throat, and poked at her peas with the side of one of her pieces of fried fish.
When you said that we will be safe, what did you mean? What is out there? Fee was blunt, sometimes to the point of rudeness, but she believed firmly in full disclosure. It was easier and less painful.
