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norefundsPlayer Information:
Name: Dirge
Age: Older than 18
Contact: Sixthclone on aim
Game Cast: None.
Character Information:
Name: Quark
Canon: Star Trek Deep Space 9
Canon Point:
Age: It's never mentioned in canon but likely somewhere in the ballpark of 26-35
Reference: http://en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Quark
Setting: Deep Space 9 is set in the Star Trek universe, which is basically in the future where space flight and interstellar travel are commonplace. Deep space 9 itself is a space station returned to the custody of the Bajorans after the end of the long Cardassian occupation. Weakened by war, the Bajoran people called upon Star Fleet to help them maintain their space station while they recovered until they were strong enough to run it themselves again. A mysterious wormhole suddenly appeared nearby and was discovered to be a stable short cut to the other side of the galaxy. Deep Space 9 and its residents regularly deal with traffic going in and out of the wormhole and the constant vying over its control by the other alien races in the quadrant. Since the station is populated by most-if not all of these aliens- getting along often gets interesting.
Personality:
The most obvious part of Quark's personality and the one he wants you to notice first is how charming he is. It's clear he's very practiced at sounding accommodating and friendly with just a hint of mischief. You want to buy things from him, you want to talk to him at the bar, and maybe you even want to see him later in the holosuites. He knows what kind of food and drink your species prefers, what kind of music is famous on your planet, and he's up on all the latest gossip . He's well-dressed, well-spoken, and even though his smile is full of sharp teeth the rest of him is so nonthreatening that you forget.
Except if you know him well enough. Because if you know Quark, you know he has some scheme in mind. There isn't an hour in the day when Quark isn't thinking about how best to turn a profit. His brother Rom once remarked irritably that he was so preoccupied that he mumbled constantly about it in his sleep. Quark has a sharp mind, a good sense for opportunity, and a tendency to dream big. Ferengi morals ensure that his conscience never gets pricked when the party on the receiving end of his schemes are cheated. Within reason. Despite his selfish quest for profit, he doesn't like to see other people get hurt. Just their wallets.
Which brings up a part of his personality that is not usual for a Ferengi. Quark actually has a good deal of compassion. He balks at selling weapons to warring factions and he even sold medicine and food to Bajorans at cost during the occupation. What Quark thinks is an acceptable loss might be a little shocking to humans, his fellow Ferengi find him to be way too soft. Sadly, this is a big part of why Quark has not managed to climb the financial ladder in the Ferengi business world even though he so desperately wants to. He simply is not ruthless enough.
Not unexpectedly, this has left him very conflicted. Quark really wants to be a model Ferengi- rich, successful, and unbothered by stepping on others to get to the top. And he tries- he even modeled his business strategies after the Grand Nagus. But somehow his conscience always gets to him in the end. For this, the other Ferengi view him as a failure. And yet, he's constantly looked down upon by the other races on the space station as well, who view him as just another greedy merchant out to grab people's money at all costs. So Quark is stuck in the middle. Not Ferengi enough for Ferengis but not Non-Ferengi enough for the other space station inhabitants. Worse, a bid to appeal to either side gets him in trouble with the other.
Appearance:
http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/ferengi/images/9330452/title/quark-photo
Abilities:
Being a Ferengi, Quark has extremely good hearing and a very good mind for numbers. His race is also immune to telepathy and far better at combating viruses that infect other species. As a bartender, he seems to be pretty good at mixing drinks and occasionally making food.
Inventory:
A copy of the Rules of Acquisition, a data padd, a couple slips of gold pressed latinum.
Suite:
No preference here.
In-Character Samples:
Third Person:
Quark squinted and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. The bolian currently occupying a seat at his bar stunk something awful. But he was also on his fifth drink- expensive drink- and that made it worth tolerating the smell. Most of his other customers had elected to avoid the bar and sit at the tables, which worked out fine since he could just send Rom over with their orders. Now if the bolian decided to take a spin at the dabo wheel... well, he might have to come up with some creative reason to convince him he would rather be elsewhere. Maybe a free half hour in a holosuite. As much as it irked him to lose money on that, it would be far less than if the crowd around the gaming table suddenly dispersed due to the stench. Thankfully, his particularly ripe smelling customer didn't look like he was in any shape to stand up, much less intrude on the gambling area. Passing out would be a good reason to get him removed and that way there were no hurt feelings. Quark would take particular pleasure in specifically calling Odo to come drag him down to security. He snickered quietly to himself, imagining the changeling's face when he was forced to deal with the stink all the way back to his office. He'd blame Quark for it, of course, and then he'd just smile and remind the constable of his sworn duty to protect the citizens of Deep Space Nine. No matter how appalling their odor might be.
Network:
So... The Emperor brought me here to be some kind of warrior? [He laughs and shakes his head.]
Boy, has she got the wrong guy! War is good for profit and all but not if you're the one fighting it. [He adjusts his jacket nervously.]
And they want me to 'seek employment'. Good. Thank you. I /had/ employment back where I came from and it took me long enough just to get my own bar. But sure, I'll start over here. On some weirdo back water planet turtle. That's fine.
Name: Dirge
Age: Older than 18
Contact: Sixthclone on aim
Game Cast: None.
Character Information:
Name: Quark
Canon: Star Trek Deep Space 9
Canon Point:
Age: It's never mentioned in canon but likely somewhere in the ballpark of 26-35
Reference: http://en.memory-alpha.org/wiki/Quark
Setting: Deep Space 9 is set in the Star Trek universe, which is basically in the future where space flight and interstellar travel are commonplace. Deep space 9 itself is a space station returned to the custody of the Bajorans after the end of the long Cardassian occupation. Weakened by war, the Bajoran people called upon Star Fleet to help them maintain their space station while they recovered until they were strong enough to run it themselves again. A mysterious wormhole suddenly appeared nearby and was discovered to be a stable short cut to the other side of the galaxy. Deep Space 9 and its residents regularly deal with traffic going in and out of the wormhole and the constant vying over its control by the other alien races in the quadrant. Since the station is populated by most-if not all of these aliens- getting along often gets interesting.
Personality:
The most obvious part of Quark's personality and the one he wants you to notice first is how charming he is. It's clear he's very practiced at sounding accommodating and friendly with just a hint of mischief. You want to buy things from him, you want to talk to him at the bar, and maybe you even want to see him later in the holosuites. He knows what kind of food and drink your species prefers, what kind of music is famous on your planet, and he's up on all the latest gossip . He's well-dressed, well-spoken, and even though his smile is full of sharp teeth the rest of him is so nonthreatening that you forget.
Except if you know him well enough. Because if you know Quark, you know he has some scheme in mind. There isn't an hour in the day when Quark isn't thinking about how best to turn a profit. His brother Rom once remarked irritably that he was so preoccupied that he mumbled constantly about it in his sleep. Quark has a sharp mind, a good sense for opportunity, and a tendency to dream big. Ferengi morals ensure that his conscience never gets pricked when the party on the receiving end of his schemes are cheated. Within reason. Despite his selfish quest for profit, he doesn't like to see other people get hurt. Just their wallets.
Which brings up a part of his personality that is not usual for a Ferengi. Quark actually has a good deal of compassion. He balks at selling weapons to warring factions and he even sold medicine and food to Bajorans at cost during the occupation. What Quark thinks is an acceptable loss might be a little shocking to humans, his fellow Ferengi find him to be way too soft. Sadly, this is a big part of why Quark has not managed to climb the financial ladder in the Ferengi business world even though he so desperately wants to. He simply is not ruthless enough.
Not unexpectedly, this has left him very conflicted. Quark really wants to be a model Ferengi- rich, successful, and unbothered by stepping on others to get to the top. And he tries- he even modeled his business strategies after the Grand Nagus. But somehow his conscience always gets to him in the end. For this, the other Ferengi view him as a failure. And yet, he's constantly looked down upon by the other races on the space station as well, who view him as just another greedy merchant out to grab people's money at all costs. So Quark is stuck in the middle. Not Ferengi enough for Ferengis but not Non-Ferengi enough for the other space station inhabitants. Worse, a bid to appeal to either side gets him in trouble with the other.
Appearance:
http://www.fanpop.com/clubs/ferengi/images/9330452/title/quark-photo
Abilities:
Being a Ferengi, Quark has extremely good hearing and a very good mind for numbers. His race is also immune to telepathy and far better at combating viruses that infect other species. As a bartender, he seems to be pretty good at mixing drinks and occasionally making food.
Inventory:
A copy of the Rules of Acquisition, a data padd, a couple slips of gold pressed latinum.
Suite:
No preference here.
In-Character Samples:
Third Person:
Quark squinted and covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief. The bolian currently occupying a seat at his bar stunk something awful. But he was also on his fifth drink- expensive drink- and that made it worth tolerating the smell. Most of his other customers had elected to avoid the bar and sit at the tables, which worked out fine since he could just send Rom over with their orders. Now if the bolian decided to take a spin at the dabo wheel... well, he might have to come up with some creative reason to convince him he would rather be elsewhere. Maybe a free half hour in a holosuite. As much as it irked him to lose money on that, it would be far less than if the crowd around the gaming table suddenly dispersed due to the stench. Thankfully, his particularly ripe smelling customer didn't look like he was in any shape to stand up, much less intrude on the gambling area. Passing out would be a good reason to get him removed and that way there were no hurt feelings. Quark would take particular pleasure in specifically calling Odo to come drag him down to security. He snickered quietly to himself, imagining the changeling's face when he was forced to deal with the stink all the way back to his office. He'd blame Quark for it, of course, and then he'd just smile and remind the constable of his sworn duty to protect the citizens of Deep Space Nine. No matter how appalling their odor might be.
Network:
So... The Emperor brought me here to be some kind of warrior? [He laughs and shakes his head.]
Boy, has she got the wrong guy! War is good for profit and all but not if you're the one fighting it. [He adjusts his jacket nervously.]
And they want me to 'seek employment'. Good. Thank you. I /had/ employment back where I came from and it took me long enough just to get my own bar. But sure, I'll start over here. On some weirdo back water planet turtle. That's fine.
