Evelyn Rawley, callsign "Ghost"
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Junior Lieutenant Evelyn Rawley was a Fighter Pilot on the USS Theurgy before she was put into stasis due to severe blood loss, having been attacked by the Devoted after the Battle of Starbase 84. After the first battle with the Versant, Rawley was resuscitated and soon returned to duty in the Lone Wolves Squadron. Rawley aided in the opposition against the parasites that compromised Starfleet Command in the end of the 24th century.
Evelyn Rawley was the daughter of a Scottish father, Mr. Andrew Rawley, of Glencoe, and an English mother, Mrs. Llewellyn Winterbourne, of Westminister, London. As a girl, Evelyn spent much of her early life in the outdoors with her mother, while her father was rather preoccupied running the Rawley Armaments Company. When her parents were killed in a mountain climbing accident in the Aiguilles Rouges near Chamonix, eleven-year-old Evelyn was orphaned.
After the death of her parents, she went to live with her uncle, Mr. Haldane Rawley, in Hertfordshire, where she completed her early education. Later, she briefly attended Eton College at twelve years of age, but was removed after four halves because of fraternizing with a boy - a result of influences from her wenching uncle.
Removed from Eton, Evelyn was sent to Fettes College in Edinburgh, Scotland, her late father's school. Though she was not expelled, she had a reputation for brawling with her peers and making both students and teachers flip their skirts or open their pants for her. Her studies granted average results, yet with little effort from her own side. The professors called her an 'unpolished gem', even though she behaved like a pebble of shite.
By the year 2362, Evelyn had spent a couple of years in London, following her uncle's methods of trying to find answers about her own existence. This, at the bottom of every kind of pint or bottle of scotch that she could come across. Then one night, she overheard a conversation detailing how two young men had started new lives by entering Starfleet Academy. Inspired, she decided to give the idea of space travel a cursory chance. She quit her job as a doorkeeper and bought transportation to San Francisco. She got in at the Academy based upon her results from Fettes College, and through the fact that her interviewer was a man.
Year after year, with a position in Security firmly in mind, Evelyn's results and psychological evaluations improved, even though she remained much of the same young woman that she had been since her parents passed away. One might argue that she had decided to follow in her father's footsteps, and while she gave minimal effort in passing other courses, she excelled in all fields relating to weaponry, security, surveillance, survival, etc. Because of this, and since her grades in the other fields pertaining to the Academy education were fairly adequate, Starfleet Aerospace Command recruited her after her graduation in 2376. She had little reason to object, and accepted with a shrug.
Much to her own liking, Evelyn was given further training in all manner of combat and tactical military simulations. Flying came easier over time, and she performed best in the Valkyrie Mk. II.
Starfleet Aerospace Command decided to commission her on an Akira class carrier named the USS Jadestone. Still an Ensign, she served aboard the Jadestone until the year 2379 when she was promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade and commissioned to the USS Theurgy - chosen to fly the new Valkyrie Mk. III.
With her cavalier attitude towards her own life, combined with her training and unexpected impulses to protect others to extreme lengths, she was a wild-card yet still a strong asset to the crew - if little liked by those who could not see past the veneer of her gruff behavior. For even though Evelyn was hard as nails and sometimes happened to drink on duty, she was still most qualified for the squadron given her insight and intuition.
Two years after being commissioned to the new prototype starship, the USS Theurgy became a vessel of outlaws and put on grim traits during the escape from Earth - which suited Evelyn perfectly... yet only to a certain point. She broke down under the pressure after seeing the few friends she had in the squadron go MIA. After one especially tough skirmish - where Wolf-05 vanished in the crossfire - the SCO found her cradling the spare helmet of the pilot as if it was a head to the lover she had lost.
After breaking under the pressure of her duties, Evelyn took up her drinking again - vehemently trying to wash away the guilt and shame for failing to protect her lover. Yet in the end, there was naught she could do but continue upon the path they had taken. Nevertheless, the tear in her armor had run deep, and she lost focus because of memories of Wolf-05... and immediately found herself caught in the sights of a couple of Defiant class ships. It got her Valkyrie destroyed and she ended up grievously injured in Sickbay. Wings clipped, she became a bitter and fallen warrior trapped in rehabilitation training around Sickbay. She lay there in the Recovery Ward one night, and swore an oath, that if she ever got clearance for duty, she would never look back again. She had crumbled under pressure once, something she had thought herself incapable of. Yet now...
...she would never break again.
Evelyn Rawley, with dry humour and quick wit, was both a brute and a promiscuous charmer without the need for any class and overall sophistication in her uncultivated yet successful endeavors - be it personally or professionally.
With a cavalier attitude toward death, accepting that she most likely would be killed any day and expecting Tactical Conn's disavowal of her the minute she made a mistake, she put her life on the line in order to perform her duties. Although she convincingly claimed never to have contemplated suicide, she had a remarkable willingness to take near fatal risks or push herself to the limit - both mentally and physically.
She was quite prone to boredom and mild depression when not challenged. She often seemed to have an equally cavalier attitude towards her duties as she had towards her survival on the surface, but when it truly mattered, she would be the last one to give a bloody inch. For Evelyn was actually deeply loyal to institutions, if one cared to scratch past the surface and not expect her to follow all the more unimportant regulations. Her concept of belonging to the Federation was a large part of her identity, but she refused to discuss the sore topic of the Fleet being corrupted.
Like most who lose parents in their youth, Evelyn had abandonment issues. She rarely made long-lasting relationships of any kind with men or women. Solitary, she did not console herself by surrounding herself with others, however ironic it was that her lone wolf personality-type tended to attract others. Her suave, unpolished charm even seduced men and women who initially found her repellent, as if the level of sauciness that her behavior emitted clouded their better judgement.
As a Caucasian woman in her late twenties, Evelyn shaved her head, which only added to a rough but quite undeniable allure. She maintained a rigorous training routine at the Gymnasium. This did not, however, keep her from drinking a tad too much, but rather justified it - at least for herself. This had rendered her voice to become a flavored rasp, which only fit her demeanor and Scottish accent all the more.
Her quite short frame was covered in scars from the time she worked in London as a doorkeeper, but the worst she had were those she drew while fleeing the Federation and loosing her Valkyrie - insisting on keeping them instead of letting Nicander remove the scar tissue. This was to remind herself of her failure, she has stated, and because she'd rather keep scars than tattoos. When not wearing her wrinkled white-collar uniform or flight jacket, she exclusively donned as casual clothing as possible, unless there was an absolute need for her to wear something else. She was mostly seen in denim trousers and t-shirts.
Evelyn's brown eyes had the ability to look both disinterested and keen at the same time, yet unmistakably dangerous when she lowered her brows. She was more prone to resort to violence than a glib remark if she got angry.