Jovela (KIA)

Personnel File
Name:	Jovela
Rank:	Lieutenant Junior Grade
Position:	Head Nurse
Species:	Risan
Age:	24
Gender:	Female
Birthplace:	Suraya Bay, Risa
Height:	5'5
Weight:	110 lbs
Hair:	Brown-Black
Eye color:	Brown
Interests
Romance Medicine Dancing Music Games Martial Arts Flirting Working Out
Education
2373-2377: Starfleet Academy, class of 2377.
Service Record
2377 - Ensign, Starfleet Medical May 2380, Promoted to Lieutenant Grade Junior & Head Nurse, USS Theurgy January 2381, Forced Into Stasis, USS Theurgy March 2381, Removed From Stasis, USS Theurgy
Decorations
N/A

Jovela was a Nurse on the USS Theurgy. Before she was put in stasis due to the grave injuries she suffered during the Niga Incident, she was Head Nurse on the Theurgy. She was resuscitated in March of 2381 after the Theurgy managed to get access to replacement internal organs at the Black Opal. Jovela aided in the opposition against the parasites that compromised Starfleet Command in the end of the 24^th century.

Biography

Jovela was born to two healthy parents, although one could argue they were practically polar opposites. Her mother tended to favor the more sultry, seductive way of life, as was a common tradition on the planet of Risa. Her father, on the other hand, was a firm believer in hard work. Not to say he didn't enjoy sex; but he didn't make it his job, like Jovela's mother strove to do so on a day-to-day basis.

In fact, when Jovela was only four years old, her father left home in order to become a Starfleet officer, deciding he would provide for his wife and daughters in a more ... traditional manner.

Despite the somewhat unorthodox upbringing, Bellatrix and Troy - prior to becoming a member of Starfeet, of course - worked hard and raised Jovela - along with her two older sisters, Lucia and Anya - as best as they could. In the end, both Lucia and Anya took after their mother, and became escorts to make money and help with supporting the family.

For a good majority of Jovela's life, it seemed as if she would join her sisters once she reached a ripe, young age. By the time both Lucia and Anya joined Bellatrix in the "traditional" line of work, Jovela was 14 and able to enter said occupation in the brief span of four years herself.

So what changed her mind?

Some of the worst news any family could receive.

When she was fifteen, a few Starfleet officers came knocking on the door to her family's home, demanding to know if they had seen or heard from Troy.

The answer was no.

In fact, it never struck Bellatrix as overly odd. But when she took a moment to dwell on it, even she admitted she should have asked more questions once it went past three months and she'd heard nothing from Troy.

The good news was he hadn't died. Not physically, anyway. However, it could easily be argued he had perished. It certainly felt that way to Jovela.

"We regret to inform you that Troy has abandoned his post. He has officially gone AWOL and is thus a traitor. Should you all see or hear from him, please .... "

Anything that had been said after that wasn't heard by Jovela. She ran up to her room, distraught and depressed at the news.

How could this have happened? How could the man she grew up to admire and respect, the same person who taught her virtues like hard-work, honesty, and so much more do such things?

No. It couldn't be. These men had to be lying. They just had to be.

It was these exact motives which fueled Jovela to leave home a year later and join the Starfleet Academy herself. She wanted to voluntarily seek him out and speak with the man she wanted to think of as still her father and find out for herself whether she'd heard the harsh truth or lies laced in silk.

Admittedly, even Jovela didn't immediately know what she wanted to focus on while attending the Academy. The answer would arrive in her second year, when she found her favorite classes were related to the medical field. Psychology and Anatomy, in particular, were two of her favorite subjects, which she aced with almost no troubles.

Near the end of her third year, Jovela compromised with herself and agreed to go about her mission in a smarter way.

Rather than running to find Troy and risking her life - among many other things - she would allow Fate to bring the truth to her. Whether that would come in an actual encounter in the future, some sort of message, or another means, so be it. But Jovela wouldn't be foolish and seek out what would probably become little more than a horrible, tragic death wish.

Jovela graduated from the Starfleet Medical at the young age of twenty. Three years later, in 2780, she was stuck on the USS Theurgy when it had to flee Earth. During the strife, she earned two promotions at the same time; that of Head Nurse and rising to the rank of Lieutenant Grade Junior aboard the USS Theurgy.

A bit after her well-earned promotions, the Theurgy suffered an outbreak. It came the form of a virus, one of the absolute worst kinds too. The origin hailed from a plant, of all things, from the planet Niga. It had been her who had the unfortunate luck of finding Lieutenant Gladstone deceased. And in quite the brutal fashion, too.

Poor Lieutenant Gladstone had lost a lot of blood, which easily could have been fixed via a transfusion. Any chances of that happening, however, were completely removed when she found his spine copletely rammed out of his neck.

Afterwards, she ended up getting beamed down right on Niga, which resulted in two things. First - and perhaps the most important factor - it allowed her to escape being infected by the virus. On the opposite spectrum, she ended up having a one-night stand with Garen Nelis, whom had also been beamed down with her.

All the while, the Theurgy continued to orbit around the very planet they were on. And they were effectively stuck on Niga until things calmed down and they were transported back on the ship. If none of this had been bad enough, things were only about to get worse, not better. Fate seemed to have very different plans for her. Certainly not the ones she expected, either.

The last thing Jovela recalled is pain; tons of sheer, god-awful agony. And then ... she ... passed out? Died?

Something happened; that much is certain.

Soon, though, she would remember the horrible truth, starting with the terrifying memories and sounds of shots being fired and, eventually, hitting her.

Personality Profile

Jovela was an incredibly prideful woman, particularly when it came to her work and appearance. Although she kept her flirting tame - for the most part - she would gladly jest and tease at men and women around her when she felt like it.

Compared to her teenage years, however, her sexuality and innuendos had drastically calmed down, allowing her to have kept her position without earning too many scoldings from her superiors.

When Jovela wasn't attempting to shamelessly poke fun or hit on people, she held a very serious but caring and kind demeanor. She especially had a soft spot for children, as Jovela did eventually want to become a mother ... which, admittedly, made the fact she joined Starfleet a tad ironic.

After all, it was not exactly known for being a place where people can simply found love and made families, now is it?

Still, Jovela hoped that, eventually, she'd be able to find a person who loved her for who she truly was, rather than assuming she would merely be an easy lay due to her heritage and where Jovela hails from.

Physical Profile

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While Jovela was by no means an overly tall female, she was incredibly athletic and agile. During her years at the Starfleet Academy, Jovela took a liking to martial arts, and often indulged in that as one of her extra-curricular activities. Her upper body, namely the shoulders and arms, showed off hints of muscles; none too large, but certainly not too small either. Yet even with possessing the muscles, Jovela still had a very feminine look to her body, sporting natural D-cup breasts that - when she had a chance and was in the right mindset - would try to wear tops that provided slight cleavage shots.

Her brown-black hair was almost always kept down, in a ponytail, or in the rare braid.

Anyone who knew or remained around Jovela long enough would easily note something that is more constant than her impressive chest. And that came in her hazel eyes, which always shone with life and a sense of hope and resolve, helping display her love for being able to help people out in any form or fashion.

Few factors, if any at all, were ever known to make her expression and glimmer of faith fade away, especially from Jovela's eyes.