ADAMS, Stacey Amelia

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Character Name: Stacey Amelia Adams
Nickname(s): Stace, Red.
Age: 203 years old, but looks 30
Gender: Female
Species: 1/2 El Aurian 1/4 Human 1/4 Betazoid
Section: Head Helmsmen
Rank: Commander

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Physical Appearance: A long life tends to leave it’s marks, and Stacey has collected quite a few. From the intricate tribal tattoo in the small of her back she picked up after a night on the town 150 years ago on a planet she can’t even remember the name of, to the small scars pock marking her body from assorted firefights, explosions, shuttle crashes, and fisticuffs.

Dressing Style: Really it depends on the overall mood of the crew. Stacey can sense strong emotions, and often finds they influence her own mood. If the crew is depressed, stressed, or just generally angry, Stacey tends to wear clothing that reflects this. Leather jackets, jeans, and her trusty combat boots, with a pile of dark jewelry, make up, and nail polish. But, if the crew is happy, then she wears lighter outfits. Bright colors, with loose fitting feminine tops.

Anatomy: Stacey has an interesting mix of DNA flowing through her veins. But, even with 2 very dominant other races in the mix, humanity seems to have been the one to most influence her. Her father was half human, half betazoid. It was from him that she inherited her flaming locks and equally flaming temper. Her father was not known for his patience, and the constant rubbing of other’s emotions upon his mind caused him to grow irritable and quick to anger. Whilst Stacey can barely access her betazoid abilities, she, like her father, also feels the perpetual grating of particularly strong emotions upon her conscious. When she was younger this earned her quite the reputation, and great care was taken by the crew to avoid the girl with the temperament of a Klingon. But, more than 2 centuries later, she has begrudgingly learned some self control. Now her anger is reserved for those who threaten the ship, or dare to question her driving.

Being half El Aurian, most would have expected Stacey to have inherited the natural aura of patience and wisdom her mother was renown for. But, her father’s blood won out, and Stacey is definitely his reckless and bold daughter. That said, Stacey does have her moments of insight. 200 years of life has managed to beat some lessons into her stubborn head, and she occasionally shares these tidbits of wisdom at the most unexpected of times.

Due to their long life, El Aurians also grow to become quite perceptive of the space-time continuum, able to sense distortions and alternate timelines. Stacey does not have this ability, and likely wont gain it for another 400 years or so. But, her life so far has expanded her perceptions slightly, just enough to supplement her betazoid abilities and allow her to empathetically sense “wrongness”. Eg if a ferengi was sneaking up behind her, her betazoid abilities would not detect him (cause memory alpha said so), but her enhanced awareness would give her a prickling on the back of her neck, letting her know something wrong was going on there. Stacey cannot actively control her awareness, and usually only knows something is up because she has a vague gut feeling that something, somewhere, isn’t quite right. Really this ability just gives her an early warning to be on her guard.

But, aside from these small moments of wisdom, or gut feelings to take a left instead of a right, the only thing Stacey truly inherited from her mother was her unnaturally long life span.

Other: N/A
Play-By: Emille De Ravin

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Strengths: Fierce. Loyal. Leader. Intelligent. Approachable.
Weaknesses: Hot Headed. Impulsive. Moody. Over confident. Occasionally acts superior.
Talents: Expert Pilot. Fully qualified Doctor. Extensive combat experience.
Hobbies: Painting.
Quirks: Prone to fits of wisdom.
Overall: Upon first impressions, Stacey is best described as a brash, confident woman. She comes across as an eager (relatively) young officer wanting to prove herself to the crew and climb the rank ladder to future captain. She’s renown for her explosive temper, and often sweeps through the bridge like a cyclone. She is respected both out of fear of her temper, and because of her talent at the Helm. She appears rather gifted at piloting the Starship for one so young. She is also very hard to dislike, her mischievous smile being somewhat infectious.

However, upon looking up her personnel file, most people would do a double take. It is rare indeed for anyone to suspect Stacey was over 200 years old, and primarily descendant from a race of beings renown for their patience and air of wisdom. Watching Stacey over the next few days might offer you several glimpses at something that suggests she is more than she appears. In stark contrast to her nature, she might counsel the Captain to avoid the approaching asteroid belt, instead of demanding to go in and show off her flying skills. A crewman on the bridge might be injured, and Stacey would tend to him with surprisingly adept medical skills. Or, rarer still, Stacey might go out of her way to pull a crewman off to the side and convince them not to commit suicide, even though most were completely oblivious to the fact that the man was depressed at all.

Whilst Stacey is a hot headed, over confident pilot with an over inflated ego and itchy trigger finger, there are many additional layers to her personality beneath this. At her core she is a kind, loving, and extremely protective individual, with a quirky sense of humor, and a sarcastic streak the size of a planet.

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Parents: Kael Adams, Human/Betazioid, 34, Security officer, Deceased.
Milyanna Adams, El Aurian, 600, Medical officer, Deceased.
Siblings: N/A
Others: N/A
Overall History:
Stacey was born aboard the USS Discovery, the only living child of Milyanna Adams… well, that’s what her ancient mother told her at least. Stace has always suspected that in her 600 long years, Milyanna had to have had a baby before. And, if the child had not inherited the long life of the El Aurian like Stacey had, then Milyanna wouldn’t even of had to lie. She could have had hundreds of children, who all grew up and died of old age before Milyanna even left Earth, yet alone before Stacey was born.

But, I digress. Stacey’s father was already a 4th generation ship baby, and it was he who had the charm to win Milyanna’s heart where his great grandfather had failed (not that she ever told him that). Together, the couple raised their young daughter. It quickly became apparent that the screaming toddler had inherited her father’s fiery hair and temper, instead of the cool calmness of her mother the duo would have preferred.

Stacey was a mere 8 years old when her parents were tragically killed by an explosion on the holodeck. They’d gone out for dinner, leaving Stacey in the care of friends, when a cloaked enemy ship had opened fire. For the next 10 years she moved from room to room on the ship, her anger driving her out of one home and into the next once her hosts had had enough of her rebellious ways. She was given her own quarters to the great happiness of the crew on her 18th birthday. It was at this time that her aging rate dramatically slowed. Stacey had done her reading and knew it was a possibility considering she was half El Aurion. It wasn’t until she turned 18 that the long life would present itself.

The next 50 years were spent jumping from low end job to low end job, just like she used to jump from home to home. With both her parents gone, and without the ability to block out the emotions of others, Stacey found herself too unstable to do more than be the angry janitor, or psychotic gardener. It was the darkest time in the long life. Filled with a hate not her own, knowing that she was doomed to another 500 years of this ever threatening madness. Why bother trying to pull her weight on the ship? She had the rest of her life to do that. It’s not like she had anywhere else to go. And what prospects did her future hold? Decades of hard work, strict discipline, and the same boring outfit. Then, when she finally worked her way up to the top of the food chain and became Captain, she’d have an extra pip on her collar, a comfy seat, and… that was it.

However, the next year the ship stumbled upon a young boy. A human like no other. James Lovett. The years passed and it became apparent that he too was going to live an extraordinarily long time. Having already lived for 69 years when the boy was first found, Stacey had watched the crew she knew and loved grow old and begin to die. The empty spot in her heart formerly reserved simply for her parents began to grow as friend after friend passed on. Better she kept them all at arms length so that when they did die it didn’t hurt her so much.

But, Jim made her pause and think. He was likely going to live just as long as she would. Plus the Vulcans and Atari also lived a good century or two. The humans might up and die, but not all her friends would leave her before she looked to have reached the age of 22.

Much to her chagrin, this notion would not leave her alone. Now that she had realized the future wasn’t an empty black hole of eternal loneliness, she found that losing herself in vacuuming the corridors just wasn’t as distracting as it was before. Furious at her own confliction, Stacey signed up for Starfleet, leaving her civilian youth behind.

At 76 Stacey joined the security branch. There she stayed for the next 50 years, eventually being crowned head of security. The mental discipline of Starfleet, the long exposure to raw emotions of terror and panic, and the decades spent being the responsible senior crewman in charge of the head strong cadets, was the kick in the butt she needed to get a grip on her anger. Plus, 50 years shooting stuff tends to work as an excellent stress relief method.

But, after those 50 years Stacey stepped down, having finally had her fill of fire fights and inflicting violence. Now 126, she went back to school and tried her hand at the medical field. 30 years were spent as a senior medical officer in the med bay. But again, Stacey decided a career change was in order. It was all well and good to patch people up after they were injured. But surely it would be better to simply outrun the danger in the first place?

Thus Stacey turned her hand to piloting. For the last 47 years she’s honed her skills, and her talent has earned her the Head Helmsmen position. But, since she’s such a nice boss, she tends to let younger officers take the helm, often signing up for away missions due to her medical and field expertise.

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Alias: Kira
Code: Resistance is Futile!