Tabitha Cobb

[Tabitha Cobb]

::Tabitha Imogen Cobb::

"She's a welder and welders should be messed with."

::Biographical::
Name: Tabitha Imogen Cobb
Alias: Tabby
Species: Human
Homeworld: Earth
Gender: Female
Born: Sometime 22 years ago in Michigan

::Physical::
Height: 5'5"
Hair: Dark brown, white patch from head trauma
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Light Caucasian
Features: Over 40 random tattoos
Attire: Uniform (on duty) and loose fitting civilian attire when not.
Face Claim: Christina Perri

::Psychological::
Strengths:
-high pain tolerence
-strong in physics and mechanics
-creative thinker
-not easily upset
-almost constantly cheerful
-very observant and thorough in work

Weaknesses:
-prone to injury on a daily basis
-occasional memory loss (due to head trauma)
-does not let people get close to her
-avoids situations where she is vulnerable emotionally
-unaware of how dependent she is on her brother

Likes:
-welding
-scrap metal
-dragons
-tattoos
-classic rock
-sculpting
-her twin, Zane
-neon post-it notes
-highlighters

Dislikes:
-the color pink
-pears
-people trying to get close
-mean people
-people who use the word "retarded"
-hospitals

Personality:
Since her accident, Tabby has always seemed to have a very childlike manner about her. At least she's a good child, though. Tabby tends to do as she is told without much questioning, perhaps from the way that she puts trust in people around her. Since joining the SGC, she has been exposed to a bit more socialization than she has ever experienced before in her life. Essentially, because her job has become her life, and her coworkers have become her friends.

One thing about her injury, aside from the white stripe of hair from the impact area, is that she will sometimes have issues with her memory. Occasionally, it will be something simple, like repeating the same statement or question in a conversation without knowing it. She'll sound like she's on a loop. Other times, it can be more extreme, to where she forgets up to a week at a time, or longer, and will sometimes not recognize people at all. It can be a scary experience, when someone is talking to her and she does not know who it is, but this is very, very rare.

Her brother, Zane, is easily the most important person in her life. Even now that she's a grown woman, she feels incredibly close and almost clingy towards him. Then again, it is probably due to her childish mentality. However, after the almost two years on her own, she is a bit more independent, though she is still happiest when around her brother.

Even though Tabby works in one of the most male-dominated fields, she has never had a problem with being surrounded by so many men. In fact, she also does not see this as a distraction, the way most girls would. Perhaps it is her mentality, almost as if liking boys was still "icky" or something. Or, perhaps it goes a bit further than that, where she feels a slight aversion to any sort of romance. She is still a virgin and has never been kissed. It scares her a bit, since she has only become social in the past few years. She likes people in general, but she doesn't see herself on the forefront of the social scene. Like in her job, she is much better with support than being on the front lines of anything.

Tabby is not one for conflict. In fact, conflict among others makes her extremely anxious. Part of her just cannot seem to handle it, and she'll quickly fade to the background. Of course, some of this had to be broken in once she joined the SGC. After all, they're going into deep space and she'd have to be able to defend herself at some point. It's not something she ever looks forward to.

::Professional::
Occupation: Mechanical Engineer
Rank: Civilian
Organization: Stargate Program
Languages: English, Italian
Equipment: Welding Equipment, generally.

::History::
Tabitha and her twin brother, Zane, were born 22 years ago in [place], Michigan. The proud parents of these two bouncing bundles of joy were Bruce and Emily Cobb, a retired Army officer and a [job]. The twins were nearly inseparable in their first years, a trait that would stay the same for the pair throughout their lives for the most part. They did everything together. They learned to walk, learned to talk, and learned to read within days of each other. Yes, reading. At the tender age of three. Emily was quite shocked to find the two sitting together on the couch and reading to each other.

It was too early to put them in Kindergarten, not to mention the schools in rural Michigan were of questionable quality. Could she trust that system with her two brilliant darlings? Absolutely not! So, she made the decision to start homeschooling Tabby and Zane. The kids did not mind as they really enjoyed reading and having new things to talk about. After several years of the basics (math, science, reading, writing), they both wanted to learn things that were a bit more interesting. Emily knew exactly what to do. She was 3rd generation Italian, so she began to teach the pair her ancestral language. In addition to that, she began to recognize the two had very different interests, and she decided to include those into their homemade curriculum.

Emily set up an internet connection at the house and bought a used desktop computer. Zane seemed to have found his calling. Tabby, on the other hand, like making things. Different little inventions or household items made out of random objects. With woodglue and her old Lincoln Logs, she created 3-D models of each member of the family. She gave this to her dad when he came home, which was not very often given his new job, so that he could take them with him wherever. She also enjoyed taking old sunglasses and popping out the lenses, then creating different purposes for them. One she attached a pen light to for walking around at night. Then, of course, there was the time she created one giant Rube Goldberg machine that filled up the entire length of the garage so that she could try to get something off the top shelf. Different little things like this. Emily tried to see exactly what she wanted to do with her daughter's little tinkering habit. So different workshops came and went, including jewelry making and wire work. It wasn't until she saw her daughter avidly watching Bruce work on the truck and then playing with old parts and putting them together without instructions that she understood.

It wasn't all schoolwork for these two. They lived in the middle of nowhere essentially, so there was a lot of nowhere to explore. Their days were spent climbing trees, digging in the dirt, playing wild games. After all, they were the perfect playmates for each other and there were no other kids around for miles. Winters were spent attempting to construct igloos from snow, decorating it with icicles that hung from the porch. In the summer, it was wading through the small ponds catching fireflies and frogs. Being generally reckless and just plain kids. Tabby could barely keep herself in one piece. Between the mosquito bites, the scraped knees, the scratched arms, the plethora of bruises, and the occasional bout of poison ivy, there didn't seem to be an unmarked bit of skin on the poor girl, even at age 9!

However, one day that year, her being prone to injury was brought to an entirely new level. Zane and Dad went to town to go get haircuts and do boy things. Tabby stayed at home with Mom, who wanted to teach her how all the different ingredients worked together to make a cake. While it was in the oven, Tabby went outside to play a bit and work on another random creation of hers. It needed something, but she couldn't figure out what. Like all kids when they think, she looked around, up and down, left and right, hoping that something would fall out of the sky. Her eyes settled on the old, old tv antenna on their roof. Near it was the satellite dish that actually gave them TV. So, the shiny spiky antenna was just sitting there...useless. She wanted it.

It was common knowledge that her mother would have skinned her alive if she caught her kids climbing on the roof. Again. That had to stop after they nearly tore off half the shingles when they were seven. However, she just really wanted that antenna. The kitchen was on the back side of the house, so if she climbed up from the other side, it wouldn't be a problem. She'd never know. So, shimmying up she made it to the rooftop, making sure her keds didn't fall so heavily as she stepped. Making it to the chimney, she realized she was just a few inches shy from simply being able to pluck the antenna away. She held on to the edge of the chimney with one hand and reached out with the other, standing on her tiptoes. She was so close...but as she leaned forward, the old bricks gave way. The entire chimney gave way. Tabby felt herself falling, watching the ground come up from below faster and faster. Then it all went black.

When her eyes opened and she saw her family there around her hospital bed. Something was wrapped around her head, but she didn't think about that. There was Zane! Her face lit up as she saw them and she said she was so happy to see them. Then, she started telling Zane what happened. All of their faces stayed the same, her mother even looked away. Concerned now, she asked what was wrong. Zane said, "We know. You already told us." It took a moment of insisting that she didn't before she mindlessly switched subjects, talking about the cartoons on the TV. The room was still quiet and Zane looked so scared.

About a week after the accident, she was allowed to go home, but her parents started watching her a lot and asking her all sorts of strange questions. Zane started to freak out whenever she'd collect her daily injuries, be it running into a door, or slipping on the porch steps. He started carrying around bandaids, as if he were his own little mobile hospital. They were even more inseparable than before. It wasn't long before she started to realize that the hair that grew on the side of her head, the side that she landed on, grew white. All of it. Just...white! Her mother said they could dye it the right color if she want to, but in the end, she kept it. It was cool. It was like she was a superhero or something, which her and her brother more games to play.

Things stayed pretty uneventful for the next couple years and Tabby felt fine, though the people around her would often seem confused at the things she said. However, Zane was there the whole time. He was her best friend. He was also her favorite guinea pig. As she grew older, she got a bit more creative with her 'inventions' and decided that he would be best to try them out on. She made a bionic arm out of different knick-knacks around the garage, and though her jet-pack didn't actually work, it still looked mighty cool. The two of them loved trying different "experiments" too, such as trying to feed different things to the frogs at the duckless duck pond.

After one day where they attempted to feed them Oreos (to no avail), they decided to race back home through the woods. Tabby was in the lead, chanting back at her brother about the fact. He hated losing to her. She reached the edge of the woods where she saw her house in the clearing and turned around. Zane wasn't there. She called out for him a few times, but he never came. Something felt wrong. She just knew it. In a panic, she shouted for her Mom to come quick, just as she ran back into the woods.

Her panicking just got worse as she saw him on the ground. He was making the strangest noise, like someone trying to blow into a horn the wrong way. The look on his face was terrifying and she burst into tears. Something was wrong with her brother. Her mother was in the woods up the way some and she tried to call out to her, but she couldn't. She was crying. By the time her mother got there, her brother was not breathing as she wrapped her arms around him, sobbing.

Once again, they were at the hospital. It gave her chills. She did not like them. There was no cheerful chatter coming from her this time around. She sat on his bed until he could wake up, and would not move, even when the doctors would come in to check on him. When he finally opened his eyes, she felt more relieved than she ever had before. It was asthma. Asthma had almost taken her brother from her. It was from that moment on that she felt more tied to him than ever. In her mind, the worst thing that could ever happen was to lose her brother and she did not want to be without him. Ever.

The next several years seemed to pass by without much excitement, except for a few more doctor's appointments than the average kids for their respective issues. They completed as much of the cirriculum for homeschooling as they could, so they took their G.E.D.s. Their grades almost instantaneously earned them several offers from around the country. Who wouldn't want twin, teen geniuses? After all, they were pretty much a package deal, seeing as the two of them were inseparable. Their parents set up an apartment for them near the school, and they lived together. Even so, this change came as quite a shock for the two of them.

Neither of them shared any classes and they rarely saw each other around the apartment. Well, actually, it was more that Tabby rarely saw Zane around the apartment. He went off and made quite a few friendships, much more than Tabby made an effort to make. She wasn't hopeless, though. She made some acquaintances in her classes, but they tended to be boys. After all, mechanical engineering is highly dominated by guys. Not only this, but they were all quite a bit older than her, since she only turned 16 during her freshman year. Most other girls in this sort of situation would find this appealing and turn on their flirtatious faces. Tabby, on the other hand, didn't seem to have one of those. She saw almost everyone she met as just that...a normal person, sometimes with a name. Ben from Physics. Mark from Welding. Things like that. And even though there were the few who passed a few glances with their tongues practically lolling out of their mouths, she didn't pay them any mind. It all seemed to go right over her head. After all, she only needed one real friend: her brother, Zane.

The four years of college seemed to pass rather quickly and in a stage of contentment. Slowly, she began to adjust to not seeing her brother all of the time, but she was still like the loyal golden retriever and greeted him every time he came home as if he had been gone for years. Since they were really young when they started, jobs were a bit difficult to come by. However, Tabby made a bit of cash on the side by making metal sculptures with the welding equipment her Dad bought for her Sweet Sixteen. In the basement of their apartment building, where they have a sort of storage unit, that is where she can generally be found, working away. It's not odd for her to come home from class with some interesting metal scraps and such. Most of her work she keeps or gives to her brother as gifts (and he always grins and thanks her for it, though his room is a bit cluttered by them now). Now, though, she will take a few works down to the Saturday flea markets and sells them. After all, the twins needed to eat.

Senior year, though, things started changing. Well, Zane started changing. He had a girlfriend, someone named Amy. It was strange how she felt about her. Somehow, the girl made her brother happy, and Tabby always wanted her brother to be happy, but...it messed with the dynamic. At first, she felt incredibly awkward and would run down to the unit so she could work some more. When she came back, though, they were....doing things. It was perplexing to her. Why was he doing all of this? It just didn't seem to make sense, at least, not to her. It was as if the Amy girl was now a roadblock between them, though Zane assured her over and over again that it was fine...even when she never asked the question.

Finally, they were ready to graduate and take on the real world. Tabby never really thought of the future, but she was excited a bit. What would she do? No idea. Probably still weld, maybe apply at some job. There were some engineering companies who were interested, but still slightly unsure given her age. Either way, they walked across the stage, grabbed their diplomas and went off to find their parents in the crowd. After a while, a man came up to them and gave them the news. Their parents were killed in a very, very bad collision on the way to the graduation.

It didn't seem to hit Tabby until a few moments later, when she saw the tears running down her brother's face. This was real. Her parents were gone. Something inside her broke, but it didn't come out as a scream or a wail...but a soft "oh." Her eyes began to water and she covered her mouth with one hand. With her other, she reached out for her brother...but he was gone. He had walked off somewhere, leaving her there alone with the crowd's pitying eyes on her. A few hands fell on her shoulder to try to comfort her and she felt smothered. All of sudden, she just pushed through the crowd, calling out for Zane...but there were too many people and he was gone.

It felt like hours that she spent walking aimlessly around the college campus in her gown. How fitting that it would start to rain. Finally, made it back to the apartment, and she tried to speak to Zane. He wouldn't even look at her. Tabby began to panic, which lead to raised voices. They were fighting. They never fought. Why? Why were they fighting now? Why were their parent's dead? She didn't understand. He went into his room that night and did not come out. That night, as she lay curled up in a tiny ball in the middle of her bed, she cried. At some point, she fell asleep.

The next morning came, and he was gone. Everything from his room was gone. His car was gone. There was nothing left of Zane Cobb in the apartment. Whatever it was that kept her together at that point came undone. There was no way to call him. There was no way to find him. He was gone. Her parents were gone. Any friends, if she could call them that, were gone. There was nobody left. She was all alone.

In a fit of rage, which was an emotion she had never felt before, she destroyed nearly every creation she had ever made. It went on like this for the first week....then, she did nothing. She laid around the apartment, no television, no radio, no other being, in silence.

Finally, she was forced to go out to buy food and other things. The world seemed dull and grey. Real life started to kick in, and the money was starting to run out. Something inside of her couldn't handle the paperwork involved with her parent's death, and it just sat on the backburner. She stayed this way for what seemed like forever, but it finally occurred to her that he was never coming back. Half of her was missing and there was nothing she could do about it.

One day, the world seemed a little less dark. Mostly this was when the phone rang and a gentleman offered her a position working at a shipyard, primarily as an assistant to the head engineer. Knowing that she was now on her own and that her sculptures were not going to make her enough to pay the rent, she accepted. Things seemed to work out fine and the paycheck was definitely worth it, except her job was not what she expected. She expected to be doing what she loved, making things. Instead, it was fetching coffee and powerpoints and lots and lots of computer work and research. Even though her brother was a sort of technological savant, she seemed to be quite inept. Nonetheless, her knowledge of engineering and the time here and there where she could put on some old clothes and weld something kept her content.

The closest she ever got to a romance was with this floor manager named Lyle. Unfortunately for him, it was very one-sided on the intimacy front. Bascially with that, she slightly freaked out the first and only time he tried to kiss her. Tabby just wasn't prepared for this sort of stage in her life...and some wondered if she ever would be. To this day, she has never been kissed.

For about a year she worked at the shipyard. It passed the time and kept her from thinking about her brother and parents. There was another thing that kept her mind off it and kept her entertained. Tattoos. One day, she walked by a tattoo shop and decided to enter. There was a pretty image in the window of a heart with a keyhole in it. She wanted it....so she got it. It became a sort of addiction. Whenever she felt bored or sad about her brother, she would go down to the shop and get a new tattoo. At this point, she has at least 30 of them in varying sizes all around her body. It caused some tension at work, but given their knowledge of her unique place in her mind, they did not say too much. After all, even though she was still only 18, they couldn't help but notice that her mannerisms and such still resembled that of someone who was half that age.

About a year had passed since Zane left, and Tabby started to figure out her little niche. At work, she did as she was told, just like an obedient child for the most part. At home, she would continue to work on her sculptures and read books. That's about all there was to do. Then, when bored, she'd get a new tattoo. It was quite simple and she was adjusting rather well. Until a man in suit appeared at her door.

Tabby never had visitors, so this was strange.

He asked if her name was Tabitha Imogen Cobb, and she nodded. He said that she was offered a job out in Colorado as a contracted engineer for a part of the US Military.

"But, I already have a job," she said, "Down at the shipyards. It's not very fun, but it's okay. I get free coffee. I also make metal things. Do you want me to make one for you?" The man stared at her a moment. The thing with Tabby is that, since she rarely talks to anyone outside of business at work, it sort of comes out in one big rush, all of her thoughts seeming to bleed out through her mouth.

"Yes, I am aware. However, this position is available only for you. Your brother reque--"

"Zane?! You've talked to Zane?! How is he? Where is he? Is he alright? Will he be at this job? Then, yes! I'll go! I just need to pack some things. Will we leave now? You can sit on the couch! It won't take but a bit!" With that, she dashed off into the apartment, leaving the man slightly dumbfounded with the quick nature of her response. He did take a seat and about 40 minutes later, she came out with a suitcase, a satchel, and a welding helmet on her head (since it wouldn't fit in the bag). The next day, she arrived in Colorado, beaming at the idea of seeing her brother.


::Sample::

0751 - 3 days prior to launch
Area 51
Battlecruiser dry dock

Things seemed to be moving along on Tabitha Cobb's supposed journey into space. Firstly, she was asked to help build the spaceship that would take her, her brother, and a good portion of this military organization called the Stargate Program out into the stars. Not just into any stars, though, into a different galaxy! It was beyond insane, really...which is probably why she was taking it so calmly. It would only make sense for things this strange and weird to happen.

Completely dressed out in her totally awesome, orange flight deck uniform, welder's gloves, and welder's helmet, she set off towards the briefing room where the engineering team for this shift would get together and figure out what they were doing for the next half a day. All the while, she struggled in trying to open the wrapper of a protein bar without taking off the gloves. This, of course, attracted several odd looks from folks, but it wasn't all that unusual. Especially not with people lugging parts of the Asgard core around the ship and integrating them here and there. Tabby wanted to see an Asgard, but apparently they were extinct. That sucked.

With her elbow on the panel, the door to the staff room opened with a beep and a swoosh and she walked in, her heavy boots making an almost comical clunk-clunk- sound as she walked. Finally, there was some success with the wrapper of the protein bar and she grinned, taking a big chunk out of it. Looking across the room now, Tabby saw the Chief...which is what she called him, since she couldn't pronounce the large P-word that was his official Russian rank. Then again, she knew him as Alek anyway. Being a civilian meant she didn't have to be so formal about things...at least, that's the way she saw it.

"Morning, Chief," she said, plopping down into one of the big, squishy chairs. Bouncing in it slightly, then spinning it a bit, she started to wish that she had one of these dangling from underneath the ship while she welded, instead of that little nylon strap thingy. Munching happily on her protein bar, she began to fish around in one of the many pockets of her uniform until finally she grabbed hold of the orange juice box and plopped it on the table. She would be needing that shortly.

::Player::
Name: Mere
Experience: 9+ years
Characters: Marra
Referral: I AM AN ADMIN
Password:

[Tabitha Cobb]

FINALLY FINISHED!

[Aleksandr Kamarov]

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