Captain Miss

Character Information

Gender		Agendered/Non-Binary
Species		Chameloid
Age		Unknown

Physical Appearance

Height		Various
Weight		Various
Hair Color		Various
Eye Color		Dimond Shaped Pupil, Purple
Physical Description		True form is unknown. This individual can take on most humanoid forms with certian limitations (I.E. Eye color and shape can not change)

Family

Spouse		None
Children		None
Father		Unknown
Mother		Unknown
Brother(s)		Unknown
Sister(s)		Unknown
Other Family		None/Unknown

Personality & Traits

General Overview		It is very old, yet it appears to be young, and it shows in its behavior and job choices. it has found a knack for computers and computer systems but its passion was languages. It has traveled the galaxy learning from other cultures and absorbing their native tongues and dialects.
Strengths & Weaknesses		+ Able to change forms on a whim, restricted to humanoid form with limitations. + Able to resist telepaths probing because of a natural mental barrier. This causes any telepath to only receive a cloudy or mist like mental image as well as causing disorientation, nausea. + Memory augmentation - Able to memorize languages - Technologically induced memory purge. - Able to retain information about anything currently introduced to, however, any semblance of its past. Such as origins, childhood, how it got to where it is now have been lost. - Requires concentration to maintain form that she is currently taking. - The longer she stays in a form, the more she will naturally revert to it. - Natural age (estimated 500 years old if not older).
Ambitions		To travel and absorb new languages. To find its place in the galaxy and sense of purpose. It’s on a constant search for some remembrance of the life she had before, whatever that might be. The search for her purpose in the galaxy has taken her far reaches of the galaxy and still, she finds herself puzzled about how she fits in. Her overall goal and her ambition are to find that for herself.
Hobbies & Interests		Games: Scrabble, Boggle, Alien Words with Friends type of games. Interests: Music of every culture and world known and unknown. Earth World War II movies. It reminds her of some forgotten memory.

Personal History		In a forgotten corner of the Alpha Quadrant on some distant barren planet laid a lab that was held in secrecy from the rest of the quadrant. The year since forgotten. “Alright, just a little pinch and it will be all better.” A woman in a lab coat said as she took a syringe and pierced the skin of the individual on the bed. “Oww!” replied the patient, “That is more than a little pinch. You know it’s a good thing I am rather durable.” “I need you to count back from ten for me, please.” The woman replied. “Fine. Ten..nine...eight...sev...en… siiiix...fiiiave…” And shortly after reaching five, the patient was out. “All ready to proceed, doctor. It’s out.” The woman said as she set the syringe down on a tray before making her way to assist the doctor. “Very good then. Lets begin.” The doctor said as he moved a machine that was previously hidden behind a curtain. “Now that it is out, we can proceed with the memory testing. We need to find out what it knows.” He lowered the device over the patients head and began his work on the computer. Several hours later… “Excellent. Now the device is installed. The only thing she will remember is twenty-five cycles at best. Then from there, it will transmit via subspace to our off-site storage facility. We will have knowledge of every world and be able to have an advantage. Just think, everything she sees and knows will be ours to have!” The doctor exclaimed with joy. “What of the side effects? Won’t it know?” the lab assistant asked. “Not exactly. There is a fail safe I installed. It will be able to keep a few things. Strong emotional ties in the early years will help her settle into who it is. I have given her 50 cycles of a normal life before we start the process.” The doctor said hovering over the patient. “If you think that is best, doctor.” the lab assistant began to dress the patient, “What about it’s form? The longer it stays in one the more it will default back to it. Won’t that cause problems?” “I had thought of that. It will not know it’s true form or have any memory of us or what we do. Now, enough questions. Prepare her for the ship and drop her off on the planet third from this sun. “ Several days later… “Wha...who…” Said the figure on the bed. “Take it easy now. You are going to want to take things slow.” said a figure in the corner. “Who are you? What is this place?” said the figure in the bed. “You're in a hospital and I am called Kelly. Kelly Ride. I am a nurse here.” Said the dark figure as she approached the bed becoming fully visible. “Ahhh...Why am I here?” asked the figure in the bed. “You were brought in when someone found you on the street. Can you tell me your name?” Kelly asked as she brought out a clipboard from the end of the bed and began to take notes. “I don’t….I don’t remember,” the patient said. “Can you remember anything at all?” Kelly asked frowning at the patient. “....no… All I remember is your name, Kelly Ride,” said the patient. “It’s okay. We can just call you Miss for now.” Kelly said writing down some information on the clipboard. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the building shook violently. Miss curled up, “What was that?” she asked as the explosion was followed by gunfire. “Miss, you are in the middle of a war. A second world war to be more accurate.” Kelly stated unphased by the explosions. It was a daily occurrence and hell, sometimes hourly. Several years later. “Kelly?” Miss called out looking around the room of the two bedroom London apartment. “Kelly, where are you?” she called out again. “I am over here, Miss.” Said a frail old woman in a wheelchair. “Ahhh there you are. You know you can not be wandering off like that. Scares the dickens out of me.” Miss said not looking a day older than she was when she arrived. Her hair had grown out more but other than that, the same old Miss. “You know. You look like a woman I once knew....” Kelly said before drifting off. Miss smiled. She knew Kelly was ill. She had been playing her granddaughter for years now and it was painful to watch Kelly suffer so. Every 5 years they had to move to maintain appearances. Egypt, China, Japan, Australia and finally London. However, it was to be their final adventure together. Several days later… “Name, miss?” The funeral director said as he came upon Miss. Miss looked over the body of her dear friend Kelly Ride. She had passed only a day ago and yet she looked at peace. Snapping out of it she looked to the man, “I’m sorry?” “Could I possibly get your name and relation to the deceased. “ The funeral director said politely. Miss looked at Kelly then back to the director, “Kelly Jean Ride the third.” The director nodded, “My condolences for your loss, Miss Ride.” Memory is a tricky thing. Somethings stay with us for our entire lives whereas other things fade. Miss had two problems. One, her memory of who she was before was gone and because of that who she is now. Two, where to go next. Whatever was done to her it affected her memory something severe. The only thing that she seems to be able to retain are fragments, shards if you will, of the lives she lived. Constantly on the move, she is never in one place for more than five years, which for her was enough for her to acquire a fair amount of linguistic skills. That for her was the only thing she could retain in detail, languages. Faces come and go in a blur, too many for her to remember. Forms come and go as well. The only thing she has kept throughout every species and culture that she has experienced today is her name; Miss Kelly Jean Ride. Though not every species speaks Terran English, she converts it to sound similar.
Service Record		None. It lacks permanent ID up until this point to trace any service record.