Cyra Frederick, After Burner Hostess

[KC]

Character's Name: Cyra Frederick

Stats

Born: 23 years ago
Place Of Birth: Earth
Gender: Female
Species Of Origin: Human/Orion
Hair: Black
Eyes: Blue
Height: 5'0"
Weight: 115 lbs.
Skin Tone: Light green
Telepathic and Empathic Status: None
Body: Slender
Marital Stats: Single
Children: None
Habits: Chews on bottom lip when anxious
Likes: Music (particularly jazz), poker, meditation, poetry
Dislikes: Dishonesty, dancing in public, people tapping her on the shoulder (it's how many of her past and present brawls begin)
Ambitions and Goals: Travel and see what the universe has to offer.
Temperament: Energetic, relatively outgoing, uses sarcasm for humor, manages to keep her quick temper in check albeit with some difficulty
Hobbies: Singing, playing the piano, reading, baking

Family
Mother: Maali (disowned), Catherine Frederick (step-mother)
Father: Bradley Frederick
Siblings: One younger half sister, Sylvia.

Character History
Cyra was born to Bradley and Maali Frederick twenty-three years ago in San Francisco, CA. Bradley was still a Starfleet officer when he fell in love with Orion slave girl Maali and married her shortly after their first meeting. As soon as news of Cyra's conception was discovered, Bradley and Maali returned to San Francisco where Bradley would become a Starfleet Academy instructor, choosing to provide a stable homelife for his new family. However, nearly a year after Cyra's birth, Maali disappeared without any evidence of where she was going or how to contact her. Cyra would gain a new mother figure in Catherine, whom Bradley remarried when Cyra was three—the perfect age to be a flower girl for her mommy and daddy's wedding.
Her first memory of her biological mother occurred when she was eleven-years-old and Maali appeared on the front doorstep of her father's home, and later the muffled sounds of a heated argument between her parents as Catherine kept both she and her six-year-old sister Sylvia out of sight. Her father would explain to Cyra as gently as he could that her mother had joined the Orion Syndicate, but he was unable to give her a reason as to why Maali betrayed their family in such a way. Haunted by this information, Cyra spent most of her teenage years angered and resentful toward her mother for leaving and her father for not stopping her. She began to get into fights at school and sneaked away from home to walk the city streets during the late hours of night. As Cyra grew older, she also grew more reckless, despite any effort made by Bradley and Catherine.
Maali would come into her daughter's life again after a chance meeting, and sixteen-year-old Cyra would confront her about her ties to the Orion Syndicate and her reasons behind abandoning her family to join them. Rather than getting the answers she's been craving, Cyra is instead subjected to Maali's notice of how similar they are to each other and the suggestion that Cyra come with her to learn the ways of Orion women to bring out her "potential." Shocked and enraged by this meeting, Cyra returned home that night and promised her father that she wanted nothing to do with Maali and she was determined to make him proud of her.
Over the next several years, Cyra would make positive changes for herself, although she would never speak of her mother to anyone. She would take up the piano during these years of change and music would flood the Frederick household that served as a release of positive or negative emotion. Feeling ready to explore what was outside of her home, she began to look for job opportunities that would include traveling. It was her father that helped her find a position as a hostess for the After Burner, the lounge aboard the USS Arabella.

[wraith1701]

Very cool character, KC, with a very interesting and well fleshed-out backstory.  Welcome to the RPG!   :) 

[KC]

Cyra was three-years-old and spinning around and around with her empty basket. The snow-white dress she was wearing made her look like a fairy princess, and when she twirled the skirt of the dress flew up and swirled around her. She was a blur of green and white as she spun, What Cyra did not realize was how dizzy a little girl could become after so many spins and she stopped to regain the a stationary sense of the world, and she suddenly found her legs falling out beneath her and her seat landing on the floor. As soon as the world became a little more still, she heard someone come into the room.

"Oh, Catherine! Look!"

Cyra turned around and saw Miss Cathy wearing a long, beautiful white dress and a little crown of flowers adorned her head. She was being followed by Miss Cathy's mother and Cyra's Nana. Catherine rushed over to Cyra and lifted the little girl into her arms. Cyra's head was attacked by Miss Cathy's lips for a kiss, and when she pulled back she could see Miss Cathy's face beaming at her.

"Cyra, honey, you look so beautiful! Do you remember what you need to do today?"

"I throw flowers," Cyra said, very matter-of-fact.

"While you're walking down the aisle, right?" asked Miss Cathy. Now this question stumped Cyra—at the rehearsal dinner, she had to go through it twice and she remembered hearing someone telling her how to do it the right way. The first time she had run down the aisle with a basket full of flowers she had picked herself, and then threw all of the flowers up in the air with a grand gesture. The second time she did not have the petals, but her Nana walked with her as they pretended to toss petals on each side of them.

"Um... yeah..." she answered

"Good girl!" Miss Cathy said. She jumped and down just enough to make Cyra bounce in her arms, and Cyra laughed. She liked it when Miss Cathy did that.

"Do you want to go see Daddy real quick?" Miss Cathy asked. Cyra nodded her head vigorously. As much as she loved Miss Cathy, she loved her Daddy just a little bit more.

"Okay then. Alice? Can you take Cyra to see Brad?" Nana came over and took the little green girl out of the bride's arms.

"Of course, I can," said Nana, her attention full on her granddaughter. Cyra knew that this day was for her Daddy and Miss Cathy, but she enjoyed the attention that she was getting from everyone.

"I look like a fairy, Nana?" This was not a question. This was a request to agree. Nana smiled, "Yes you do, baby. You look like a fairy princess."

Cyra nodded. Good job, Nana, she thought. As Nana carried her off to see her father, Cyra looked over her shoulder to see Miss Cathy look at her form in the mirror. She was smiling and bringing her hands up to her eyes to wipe away tears. Cyra was confused by this and turned around to face Nana.

"Why is Miss Cathy sad, Nana?" she asked.

"She's not sad, baby. She's as happy as can be."

Cyra's brow furrowed. She still didn't understand why Miss Cathy was crying. However, she was wearing a pretty dress and she was about to see her Daddy, so this was a question she could ask again later.

[KC]

Cyra was hiding behind one of the walls of her, a pout on her face as the top of her mother’s old Halloween witch hat folded over in front of her eyes. She and her sister were playing The Wizard of Oz, and Cyra had been typecast in the role of the Wicked Witch of the West. On the other hand, her little sister Sylvia had cast herself as Dorothy, and she proceeded to skip around the room with a small basket on her arm. If her father had not commented often on how she was supposed to look after her sister, Cyra would have taken her flying broomstick and tripped her out of spite, blaming it on her character if she got into trouble. However, she was eleven-years-old and therefore oldest, and she could not afford to be on her father’s bad side.

“La la la la la…” Sylvia sang as she continued her journey down her imaginary yellow brick road. With each thump of her sister’s feet, Cyra timed herself before her grand entrance. One… two… three… four… five! Cyra grabbed the end of the blanket she was using as a cape and held it at the level of her shoulder. She leaped out directly in front of Sylvia, and the six-year-old came to a sudden halt.

“Well, well, well…” Cyra said, her voice unpleasantly shrill. “I see you’re on the way to the wizard with my slippers!”

“You won’t stop me, you evil old witch!” cried Sylvia. Her sister was not the most creative, but Cyra knew that she tried. However, she was still bitter about being forced to be the witch, and she was about to give Sylvia a reason to rethink which characters she made her play.

“I’ll get you my pretty!” she threatened, her face creasing into one of the most evil expressions she could fake. Sylvia instantly screamed and ran away in the opposite direction. Cyra ran after her, holding her broomstick under her arm as she went. She pursed her lips and made a continuing “whoosh” sound, pretending that she was soaring through the sky on her magic broomstick. Both she and Sylvia zoomed across the room until their father called after them.

“Girls, stop running,” he said.

“But Daddy, she’s the witch!” Sylvia responded.

“Yes, and you’re going to run into something if you’re not careful.”

Sylvia rushed into the other room to discuss the importance of their game, presenting her argument as eloquently as a six-year-old could. Cyra leaned against her broomstick and listened to the gibberish that her sister spouted at her father. Suddenly, her attention was deterred when she heard someone at the door.

“I’ll get it! I’ll get it!” she announced loudly.

She opened the door to see one of the most beautiful women she had ever come across. The woman towered over her, and she wore only enough clothing to be considered slightly presentable. What Cyra found most fascinating was that this woman had long black hair and green skin, just like she did! She gave the guest a friendly smile.

“Hello,” Cyra greeted. The woman said nothing. She simply stared down at the adolescent as if astonished for some reason.