Post by Samarra Blackwell on May 11, 2011 1:53:53 GMT 9.5
::Samarra Blackwell::
"Make it so, Number One."
"Make it so, Number One."
::Biographical::
Name: Samarra Elise Blackwell
Alias: Archangel
Species: Human
Homeworld: Earth
Gender: Female
Born: October 11, 1968 [42]
::Physical::
Height: 5'9"
Hair: Long, black, with bangs.
Eyes: Brown
Skin: Caucasian
Features: Deep scars on hands and forearms, and one on right side of neck.
Attire: Military Dress, usually BDUs
Face Claim: Catherine Bell
::Psychological::
Strengths:
-very focused
-intelligence officer background
-Ida veteran
-not easily spooked
-friendly yet commanding
Weaknesses:
-internal self-doubt
-terrified of Nidhogg
-plays some favorites (but not openly)
-her Goa'uld is getting a bit rusty
-not as young as she used to be
Likes:
-space and stars
-her new chair on the bridge
-relaxing with some time off
-red wine, maybe a bit too much
-getting the job done
Dislikes:
-not being able to see as many planets up close
-people who slack off purposefully
-when others just try to be difficult
-people who lack a sense of humor (lighten up!)
-the decisions involving life and death
Personality:
Though at one point in her life she was considered just about as cuddly as a cactus, Samarra as softened up quite a bit. Maybe, all she needed was some time back in the good ole' Milky Way. Now, Marra is quite personable and friendly, though her stick-to-the-book ways are still prelevant. It takes her a bit to get comfortable around the new people in her life, but once you have gained her trust, you also gain her loyalty. You know you're in her "circle" when she is comfortable enough to drink around you. By then...there's a whole other side of her that few have ever seen.
Her humor is particularly dry and it often is misconstrued. However, once you've had a few shrewd comments thrown your way, it's more recognizable as joking as oppossed to rudeness. Every now and then, she will become so engrossed in her thoughts as to begin mumbling to herself. Sometimes, she will get so carried away in her thoughts that she is unresponsive for a bit.
When she is not in the midst of her little introverted spells, she is usually hard at work. She's the kind of person who just needs to do something in order to keep her from thinking too hard about other things. Though she is not required to do some of the dirtier or lower jobs with her new ranks, she has no problem taking a situation into her own hands. Some often joked with her and said that her call sign should have been "Shark", because like one of them, if she stopped moving, she might die.
::Professional::
Occupation: Task Force Ida Commanding Officer
Rank: Colonel [O-6]
Organization: United States Air Force, Stargate Program
Languages: English, French, Goa'uld, some Ancient
Equipment:
::History::
Born to a high ranking USAF officer and his wife, there was no question that Sam would do anything but military. For her high school years, she was enrolled in a military prep school by her father, a Colonel in the Air Force whom she rarely saw. She excelled and planned to enroll in the Air Force Academy.
After her four years in the Academy, she went on to pursue two years of Officer's Training.
Once she completed her training there, her father had her assigned to the Stargate Command with him, which quickly explained every question she ever had about his lack of involvement in her childhood; he was a commanding officer for an SG team. Here, she worked for several years, finding her niche in intelligence operations. She spent the vast majority of her time tracking the movements of Go'auld System Lords and worked closely with the Tok'ra.
After several years of this, with occasional off-world ventures, she was transferred for a two-year tour at the Alpha site and one year at the Delta site. As her tours were coming to an end, she was assigned to the Ida Task Force aboard the Aenied at the Chief Intelligence Officer. During this time, the entire crew was captured, imprisoned and tortured by the Nidhogg for five months, until their timely rescue by SD-3. Naturally, the surviving members of the expedition were given generously extended LOA. Few chose not to return to the Stargate Program...and Marra was one of them. However, having been in the military all her life, she could not seem to break away.
Stationed at the Pope AFB in Fayetteville, NC, she worked with the Rapid Global Mobility program, coordinating the transport of people, equipment, and supplies worldwide. By this time, she was a Major. When she first started, some of the personnel found her to be a bit peculiar. Every now and then, one of them would catch her sketching a strange symbol that looked like a constellation during a debriefing, growing frustrated at a screen when it did not respond to her touch, and, in rare form, spending hours and hours at night staring up at the stars. These may have just seemed like peculiar quirks, but they held a deeper meaning. As much as she longed for the "simple" life, she couldn't help herself from missing the world outside her own. After a few months on base, she began to pick up a more normal routine and provided exemplary results.
In early 2008, she was promoted to Lt. Colonel.
She believed she had successfully cut ties with the Stargate Program altogether, but as usual, one phone call tended to change everything. The Stargate Program offered her the opportunity to teach at the Stargate Academy, to train young enlisted personnel and groom the especially for off-world travel. It seemed to be the perfect way to scratch the itch that had bothered her for nearly a year now. After teaching there for a while and without too much stress or danger on their "field trips" through the gate. However, it all would change once again, and she would be pulled back into a new expedition, back to the Ida Galaxy.
When she arrived at the complex, she found many familiar faces that all shared one thing in common: almost all of them were from the original Ida Task Force. Immediately, she felt a major sense of hesitation, knowing that they might go through everything again. Then again, it did provide a sense of camaraderie among the veterans. This time, with their ship and a small fleet, they would be more prepared to take on the Ida Galaxy once again.
::Sample::
It was strange, being back at the SGC. Almost surreal, like a dream that kept recurring. Sure, she had been dreaming about Stargates and BC-304s and far away galaxies, but these were the things she like to keep to herself. For nearly two years, Samarra had tried to convince herself that she wanted to live a normal, simple life. Two years at a completely normal, run-of-the-mill Air Force base couldn't even cut it. At one point, she had almost been able to let go of the longing to travel to different planets through a wormhole sustained between two spinning rings. Almost.
Sure enough, normality was too much to wish for. After the landing of Atlantis and the public becoming aware of the secret military program that had existed for nearly 12 years, there was no "normal" any more...except here. Here, everything felt right.
The door on Level 28 opened with a swipe of her ID card, which she stuffed back into the chest pocket of her blue BDUs. Not expecting to see anyone else, her head tilted slightly at the sight of the other woman, lounging on one of O'Malley's boxes of medical supplies. Shaking the look of curiosity from her face, she approached slowly. Taking a moment, she looked to the Stargate with a sense of adoration. Yes, she was home.
The woman's face seemed famliar. Did she know her? Her mind raced for some sort of recognition when suddenly, her memory recalled a file on the Expedition database, and a snapshot of the woman. Oh yeah..she's a pretty big deal.
::Player::
Name: Mere
Experience: 9ish years.
Characters: N/A, atm.
Referral: I'm Admin, homie!
