Ithri Sh'shelor

Ithri Sh’shedor is a Marine Intelligence Denali Station.

Ithri Sh’shelor Denali Station "Quote goes here” - Someone   Statistics Fullname Ithri Sh’shelor D.O.B. 237104.04 Birthplace Andoria Occupation TBD Specialties Combat Rank Civilian Height 1.68 m (5' 5") Gender Female Eyes Blue Hair Silver Fluent Lang. Graalen, Klingon, Standard Hobbies Learning new skills, reading, crocheting, combat, martial arts   Appearance Blue as a Terran sky, her skin is smooth and blemish free and casts its hue over rolling curves. She is not particularly tall, but she holds herself strength, and though her body seems delicate, provocative, there is more strength there than meets the eye. Long supple fingers move with a grace but also a deftness and quickness that speaks of a hidden durability. Hair pours over her shoulders and down her waist like molten latinum, framing a delicate oval face. A gently curved nose is set above full lips that, for the most part, remain in an uncaring line upon her face. But the eyes, those large, sky blue windows, the same hue as her skin, gaze out from under thick, silvery lashes, seemingly cold and uncaring, bely the depths of emotion that stir deep within. Personality Typical of her race, Ithri feels deeply, holding a flame of passion within her as much as any other blue blooded Andorian. She can be quick to anger, but she is not unreasonable, nor is she unintelligent. Keen of eye, she notices small things, subtle details that others will miss. A very detailed oriented person, she does not like things out of place and prefers to play by the rules. Although she keeps much to herself, when she considers a person a friend, there is little she will not do to protect those whom she cares about. History History Born into a loving bonded family in the Aldin clan, Ithri has only the vaguest and fuzziest memories of her parents. A massive earthquake claimed the lives of many in Cira, including all four of her parents. The only child, she was adopted by a childless bonded group of the Isitor clan - one particularly known for Subterfuge and Intelligence. At sixteen, she joined the military, eager to serve her people, undergoing specialised training in Intelligence and Investigation. Three years later, she graduated, only to be involved in an accident that left her paralyzed. Presented with the Starfleet equivalent of ‘honourable discharge’, she was told she’d never walk again. Two years later, after intense therapy, Ithri proves everyone wrong and is seemingly back to walking and running like normal, though not without pain that flares up at times. Because of this, the military refused to take her back, and she found herself at a loss of what to do with herself. Ithri took up a position on a freighter, a deep space crew and spent the next five years with them. Over the course of that time, she learned Klingon from a crewmember of that species, and the Terran second officer taught her how to crochet. What was supposed to be a simple position proved anything but. Ithri’s crew members weren’t exactly completely honest about everything, and they got into their share of situations and scraps. Loyalty, however, was highly valued among the crew, and they took care of each other. Five years later, despite the bond she had, Ithri felt called to something else. Something more - though what she couldn’t say. The ship let her off at Starbase 118 where she applied to become a Civilian member of the security force. Eventually, Ithri applied to and was accepted into Starfleet Academy where she began to train. Moving into Intelligence under the Marines, her previous education and service through the Andorian Military Academy allowed her to graduate from Starfleet two years later. Immediately after graduation, she was posted to Denali Station. Connections Family Friends

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