R'Seiiao

## Appearance

Rather than being born a fetching shade of Ferasan navy blue, as she could have been, R’seiiao was instead born a fetching shade of cobalt blue instead, like an Andorian might have been, thanks in no tiny part to her mother’s genes, which earned her the name Andi-kitty (call her this to her face, though, and she will waste no time or breath in clawing the skin from yours. Your state of wakefulness or not is irrelevant). Whenever she smiles, her saber teeth are clearly visible - the tiny little vampire fangs masquerading as saber teeth, actually, so small as to resemble that of the vampire of Terran folklore… as to be comical. A few have tried to call her Vampi-kitty too. These people too have been made to say otherwise through… persuasion. Otherwise she stands at a tall, slim yet slightly curvy and muscular 5’11, just shy of 6 feet, which she at times gets irritated about. Great deities of the sky, couldn’t they grant her an extra *inch* of height? Otherwise she wears earrings on her ears in a bid to look more Ferasan.

## Personality

Being thrown between Ferasa Prime and Cait and living with two different peoples has accordingly shaped R'seiiao's manner and thoughts: a package of Ferasan ferocity and loyalty as well as Caitian poise and grace, though the latter is more evident in her having spent the greater part of her life there. She wastes no time in throwing herself into tasks with Ferasan candor; passionately, aggressively and preferrably with tooth and claw, tempered by Starfleet service and Federation life. At all times (as reported by colleagues, friends, classmates and even exes) she otherwise gives off the general vibe of a predator waiting to pounce - ever poised, ever ready, deceptively friendly (this is genuine, though, though she wishes others would just take it as such...) and maybe a little playful. Sometimes. Otherwise she is generally pleasant to be around… until pissed off that is, and that is when the full extent of 'fur and fury' Ferasan anger erupts. Thankfully no one has gotten her to this stage.

### Ambitions

* Chief Tactical Officer of a starship. Not yet of course, it’s a little early, but someday…
* Hopefully proving to her fellow Ferasans (or maybe not) that she belongs with them
* Settling down with someone she likes?
* Inventing a new way of combat

### Morals

By way of her ambitions R’Seiiao will do anything and everything to get where she wants to go - extra hard work, studying, experience, anything, as long as she considers it honorable to do so. While she may set high standards for herself at times she refuses to dishonor both sides of her heritage by betraying one of the values which both races hold dear.

Combat, however, is a different story. At times she uses whatever trick she has to hand to gain the higher ground - exploiting weak spots, sabotage and so on… even simple guile if she must. She knows that some find her appealing and has no problem using this to her advantage in combat if she has to.

## History

R’Seiiao was literally and figuratively born between worlds - in the infirmary of the F.D.V. R’Liir to Ferasan diplomat T’Rikkar and his Caitian mate Starfleet officer Ensign S’Niia, on the way back to Ferasa Prime from Cait.. Between both parents they expected their new cub to be a little of both of them - a nice navy blue, maybe, with saber teeth like their father, and possibly her mother’s dainty paws or even snowy white fur.

Well, no. The genetic roulette wasn’t so kind to them. Their only cub then, R’Seiiao, was born an unusual light shade of cobalt blue more befitting an Andorian than a Ferasan. It was a joyful occasion for both parents, one that invigorated the throughout the entirety of R’Liir’s mission, even if his mate had to carry the newborn cub the entire time and prevent her from mewling at inappropriate moments. Growing up with parents like those she had, however, she did not see her father often. The clan leaders of Ferasa Prime kept him busy, as did the heads of his own clan. The young girl therefore spent a great deal of time growing up on Cait with her mother, who worked as a schoolteacher.

Her interactions with her peers were… somewhat teeter-y. On the one hand she was very obviously a cub like them, albeit with blue fur and a pair of lustrous golden eyes… until she smiled, revealing her saber fangs, and then they became nervous. That didn’t stop her from making friends however, or impressing her teachers and peers alike with her spirit, which seemed to blaze bright even when she was just a few years old and only learning to walk. Too bad she occasionally preferred to solve her problems with the old ‘fur n’ fury’ method, involving much biting, scratching and poofed-up fur on the ends of both parties. For a Caitian (well, half) her spirit was quite Ferasan even then. In a sense she wasn’t quite Caitian, though the blood of that species ran in her veins. Not quite as graceful or stealthy either.

Come eighteen R’Liir delivered his daughter some rather turnabout news: she was to head the Ulaas clan, to which he belonged - news which understandably shook her to the core. This wasn’t what she’d wanted. Not at all. Nonetheless she felt obligated to at least try; she set off for Ferasa Prime with her father to be declared his heir…

...to the mocking laughter of his fellow clan leaders. Really? He’d chosen a hybrid to wear his mantle? Especially one who carried the blood of their weaker, inferior progenitors. Disgusting. Sadly, R’Seiiao’s story did not end with her proving her colleagues-to-be that she was just as capable as them by beating them single-handedly in armed combat, receiving their undying respect and them swearing fealty to her and so on and so forth. Predictably she was laughed out of the successor’s mantle; while she certainly looked Ferasan she was ostensibly not Ferasan; she had no Ferasan strength, no real Ferasan fangs or even any form of telepathic prowess that might’ve saved her some measure of embarrassment. Oh, she trained hard with her father; combat, strategy and so on - but she was no match for his older, more powerful fellow leadership members. So at twenty, battered, bruised and possibly with at least four of her nine lives gone she returned to Cait.

Not quite Caitian, not quite Ferasan either - despite the blood of both people running through her veins. So who was she? Where did she belong? These were the questions the broken young kit kept in mind as she considered her next step in life. She certainly didn’t want to stagnate; she wanted to establish herself as someone, something - and possibly find out who she was in the process. And there was one organization that would let her do both: Starfleet. It was a thrilling opportunity; even better because she wouldn’t have to see the horribly prudish other Ferasans her father called his kin ever again. Thus it was at this point in her life that she decided to say goodbye to her mother and father and depart for Earth: for Starfleet Academy.

Her Starfleet Academy tenure was spent quite peacefully, in fact. She gained a reputation as the sort of ‘rough and tumble’ kind of girl - the kind that was constantly ready to throw hands if she ever so wanted, befitting of the security and tactical route she chose for herself, owing to her father’s training. Once again she sometimes tended to solve things with fur, fury, claws and teeth - a habit slowly tempered as she would continue to grow along with her classmates. Of course, she took great care to watch herself around them. Otherwise others complained that she seemed a little too predatory sometimes, staring or silently observing, always a little like a coiled-up spring. Sometimes her large golden eyes seemed like twin suns in the shadows, burning like twin orbs of death… in their opinion anyway.

She graduated nonetheless though, and was first assigned to the USS Hyperborea as a security officer. She would spend five years there before being reassigned to the Arcadia.

## Starfleet Courses

### Core Courses

* ADMIN101: Star Fleet Operations
* ADMIN110: Chain of Command and General Protocol
* DIPL101: General
* ENG221: LCARS Programming 1
* ENG231: Computer Memory and Personnel Interfaces
* ENG232: Replicators, Transporters, and Holodecks
* ENG233: Sensors, Communications, and Helm Systems
* HIST101: Birth of the Federation
* LANG101: Federation Standard
* LANG110: Major Species (Elementary) - Cadet's Choice
* LAW101: Federation, General
* MATH101: Concepts
* MED101: First Aid and Field Medicine
* PHYS101: Concepts
* PILOT101: Runabouts and Shuttles
* SURV101: Starship Emergencies
* SURV110: Environmental Suits and Zero-G Training
* TAC101: Combat, Unarmed
* TAC110: Combat, Small Weapons
* BIO101: Concepts
* XEN101: General

### Majors

* TAC301: Strategy of Battle 1
* TAC175: Combat, Phasers and Torpedoes
* DIPL200: Hostile Species
* ENG234: Deflectors, Weapons and Security Systems
* PSY302: Hostilities
* TAC302: Strategy of Battle 2

### Minors

* TAC270: Combat, Major Starships
* TAC260: Combat, Minor Starships

## Trivia

* She is allergic to sea urchin. She discovered this when first trying some at the local Japanese restaurant a few blocks down the street from Starfleet Academy. Suffice to say it did not end well, for the restaurant or for her poor insides.
* Off-duty she can be found wearing Ferasan makeup; often in the form of painted-on scars or markings that washes off easily with water.
* She does not wear footwear lest necessary. She finds them too restrictive, tight and in some cases itchy and therefore unpleasant to wear.
* She has no fashion sense. It takes either stupidity, guts or an absolute lack of that to wear shocking pink to a party when your fur is blue. She does not discuss this point about herself.
* For some reason she loves Asian bubble tea, once again discovered when she bought a cup at a local state fair. She likens it to eating a certain Ferasan delicacy, the details of which she never discloses, only answering with a catty grin.

### Likes

* Targ meat burgers
* Watching others see her eat the above with no trouble at all due to how tough the meat can be
* Physical training - mostly stamina and speed training
* Sharpening her claws
* Finding her own identity and belonging

### Dislikes

* Prudish / misogynistic men
* White pomfret
* Others assuming that she will display cat behavior when exposed to stimuli such as laser pointers.