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And all my insecurities
and my anxieties
Tore out my insides
And it took a while to find
That I don't really mind
Life on the outside

So take up your aim and raise your rifles
Fire Away! ‘Cause I don't really care at all


Out of character information:

Player:
Feral Geek Redux

Why I’m here:
Well, I first joined because I only knew like…one person that watched Stargate…it was nice to be somewhere where people actually GOT whatever jokes I might make, not to mention the fact that they had ROLEPLAY…which seems to be quiet right now…-pokes at guild- live, damn you!

-warning…this profile is fairly long-



In character information:

Name:
Calian

Codename:
Feral

Rank:
Civilian/Alien

Position:
Chief Medical Officer

Current team:
None? Infirmary staff, if that counts…

Character History:
Calian, or as she is called by the humans, ‘Feral’ was a social experiment gone…well...well, if you can call it that.
Calian was found by a team of Ancients long before the Wraith’s siege on the city of Atlantis while she was still a child, too young to remember any life among the Wraith, she was raised by Ancient scientists to explore the ‘nature versus nurture’ debate…to better understand Wraith nature.
Essentially they wanted to understand if the Wraith were inherently ‘evil’ or if it was a by product of the Hive system, which it soon appeared to be…for instead of gaining the cold and somewhat callous attitude that most Wraith appear to portray, Calian acted more like the scientists that raised her.
However, despite her remarkable “progress”, as they called it, nothing could stop the biological changes that still marked her as a Wraith.
The need to feed from the human life force.
There were attempts on the part of the Ancients to develop a way to bypass that need, going so far as attempting to close the feeding slit on her right palm, as though to fool her body into reverting back to the adolescent manner of feeding, which was simply ingesting food orally, the way humans did.
When this did not work, they continued to allow her to develop into an adult, teaching her the necessary skills to become a viable member of their society, specifically the skills needed to become a doctor.
And to be honest, she made a rather good one, she had a gift for putting people back together, and the Ancients made good use of that skill until the sieges began, and they put her in stasis for fear that she might become a weapon to be used against them…after all…she knew Atlantis’s strengths and weaknesses…
And by the time the siege was over, those that had raised her were dead, and there was no one thinking about the young Wraith that had acted as one of their head doctors, so she was left there in stasis for ten thousand years, until the Earth Expedition returned and found her while exploring the lower levels of the city.
There they read the information stored in the lab and learned about the experiment before freeing her.
However instead of imprisoning her, or killing her as they would have done to other Wraith, she was shipped to the SGC, where she managed to wrangle herself a place among the infirmary staff, and by some strange fluke, eventually rose through the ranks and became Chief Medical Officer.
She still wonders how she managed that one.

Appearance:
Fairly typical Wraith to be honest, she looks to be around twenty two or twenty three years of age, and of an average height. Her skin is a pale greenish blue color, and her eyes…if one ever see them behind the sunglasses that never leave her face, are a bright yellow in color with slits for pupils.
Her hair is the most noticeable feature she has, if you can ignore her already strange appearance, as it is such a vibrant shade of red that it looks as though she had dipped it in fresh blood, and is worn back in a set of elaborate curls. She very rarely takes her hair down in public, but when she does it nearly reaches her waist.
‘Feral’ chooses to disdain any uniform, instead wearing a favored black dress made of a strange leather-like material, with a set of matching gloves used to hide the feeding slit in her palm, and a set of sturdy black boots that are good if she ever needs to run through the base…which on occasion, she has.

Personality:
Very shy to be honest…she has always been nervous that she might do something that would give the humans cause to send her away…after all, she isn’t one of them, so she tends to keep to herself. Unless you happen to be in her infirmary…there she seems completely different, she can be very commanding, and more than a little sharp.
While among friends, she has a fairly easy going nature, though she is on the quiet side, preferring to simply be around others and listen to them, though she will crack an occasional joke.
Generally she is surprisingly sweet, which contradicts her appearance, and often shows concern for the other members of the base, checking up on them if they happen to look ill or tired.

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