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Jovela was born to two healthy parents, Jack and Webkee who were distinctly different yet loved each other to distraction.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, Jack and Webkee - prior to becoming a member of Starfleet, 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 Webkee 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 Jack.
The answer was no.
In fact, it never struck Webkee 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 Jack.
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 Jack 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 Jack 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. The long, grueling hours of study in her later days at the academy paid off in a big way when she was hand picked from out of a select few graduates for temporary service aboard the soon-to-be-launched Merian-class surveyor, the USS Planck. On what was supposed to be an easy shakedown voyage to M-Class planet Niburu for the purpose of updated scans on the indigenous primitively pre-warp humanoid inhabitants, Captain Campbell and the crew of the Planck instead arrived to discover that a small party of Ferengi traders had crash landed and were fleeing the angry Niburans under peril of death. A swift, effectual rescue mission beamed the frightened Ferengi aboard and a strategic phaser shot from orbit deftly destroyed any traces of their vessel after which Nurse Jovela had played what she deemed but a small part by bandaging the messy lacerations and puncture wounds of some very rudely mannered patients.
Upon the Planck’s return to earth, then ensign Jovela was assigned a duty post at Starfleet Medical where she remained until her posting aboard the USS Theurgy. Although she gave the shakedown cruise no real thought in the three years since, little did she know that her impeccable bedside manner and perfectly professional treatment of the foul tempered Ferengi had not gone unnoticed that day nor would her actions remain unrewarded by her superiors in the future. Her patients, it turned out, were relations of the Grand Nagus and because of their rescue by the Planck, the Federation had been particularly successful in negotiating some rather tricky trade agreements but it was her old CO Captain Campbell himself that had recommended her appointment to the Theurgy.
"Ensign Jovela," her former captain had written in his glowing letter of recommendation, "is the kind of officer that every captain would be beyond lucky to have aboard their vessel. While serving aboard the USS Planck, Nurse Assistant Jovela proved that she is expertly skilled and consummately professional, no matter the complexity of circumstance or the difficulty of her patient. Despite trepidation about her family history from certain members of the Admiralty, it is crystal clear to this veteran Starfleet officer that Nurse's Assistant Jovela is completely committed to the service of the Federation and thus I believe belongs aboard its newest vanguard vessel, the USS Theurgy." Though she never felt she deserved such high praise for so simple a service, still the letter hung, in the gaudiest looking Latinum-flecked dark blue Risian Arrow-wood frame purchased for her by her extreamly proud mother, on the bathroom wall in her quarters.
Immediately upon her posting to the new vessel, she was stuck aboard the USS Theurgy when it had to flee Earth in 2380. During the ensuing 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 completely 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 was 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. Then, everything turned dark.
When she came to, she was in sickbay, and almost two months had passed. She was no longer the Head Nurse, instead reporting to an Ovri stranger by the name Hylota Vojona. The ship was about to undertake a mission to Starbase 84, and the crew was mobilising for a mission to spread the truth about Starfleet Command. She was back on her feet in time for the mission, only to see it fail, and the Theurgy had to flee into the Azure Nebula.
It was at this time, during the ship’s repairs, that she met the Romulan Drauc T'Laus for the second time in her life. The first, he had saved her from being violated by a Klingon while she had been a Cadet in Starfleet Medical. The Romulan killed the Klingon, but since diplomatic relations with the Klingon Emprire were strenuous, and the legal consequences might not have settled on ‘self defence’, Jovela helped the man escape and desert Starfleet. The very same Romulan that had come aboard the ship during the battle at Starbase 84, and again saved her life. This time, from The Devoted of Morali. She thanked him by keeping his presence a secret to Security.
Before the Savi and the Asurians found the Theurgy in the Azure Nebula, Drauc T'Laus began to train her to defend herself, but only after a couple of training sessions, they were separated when the ship split into three and went in different directions. They were not reunited again until three days later, during which time Jovela had the chance to use her teachings. Klingons had boarded the Theurgy, and she had taken up a phaser and defended her patients, despite her fears she had begun to harbour in regard to such weapons.
Then again, perhaps her fears had been overcome becase of another incident, when she’d learned the true nature of Dr. Lucan cin Nicander, the Chief Medical Officer. For she had been there when it was revealed he was one of the Infested.
Jovela was an incredibly prideful woman, particularly when it comes to her work and appearance. She was meticulous with her uniform and hair bordering on the point of obsession. Since being shot, she took some comfort in being able to control her appearance. For her being in control was not always an easy thing, and she could slip into moments of playful banter. 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.
Given all that has happend to her, Jovela had taken solace in her work, she would go the extra mile to treat and care for her patients, often defending their interests with passionate resolve.
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.
Jovela had a special love for non-humanoid animals as well, particularly those that were caged and commodified for pleasure and profit. On Risa, the Lunarian Caracal was highly prized for its companionship but disreputable breeders often turned a tidy profit by selling them to off-world smugglers where they ended up as performers or worse. It was during a visit home for the Lohlunat Festival in 2380 that Ensign Jovela had stumbled upon just such a circumstance and was able to correct it. While walking the beach at night alone, Jovela witnessed a clandestine exchange between a highly regarded Risian Caracal breeder and a viscous Kazon fur trader. The creature in question was obviously quite valuable as their exchange was very heated but by the time the bargain was concluded, Jovela had silently opened the carrier and, under cover of dark, escaped with the tiny caracal cub safely snuggled in a makeshift sling made from her robe.
Although she first feared disclosing where the female cub had come from, Jovela was determined to protect her and so, after all of the proper paperwork was processed, much less problematically with the help of her sister's husband, she was at last able to take, Rhyannen, as she had named the Midnight-colored Caracal, back to San Francisco. As the kitten crew, the bond between the equally traumatized pair grew closer so when her posting to Theurgy was announced, Jovela made it a condition of her accepting the post that Rhyannen accompany her. Whether through simple bureaucratic process or perhaps because of her Captain's insistence upon her approval to the post, she never knew but either way, Rhyannen's approval for placement on the ship went through without a snag. Fate had brought them together and fate, it seemed, would keep them that way.
Jovela came to strive to be the best she can be, her two greatest ambitions being to become a full Doctor and to have a family of her own.
To help her feel stronger and able to defend herself she has been training with Drauc T'Laus in order to be more confident when faced with physical harm. Far from fully recovered emotionally, Jovela had a fear of phaser fire. She began seeing a counselor to help with this, her greatest worry being that if she should would find herself under fire again, she might freeze and someone - or her - could be killed.
Physical ProfileStarfleet Academy and later at Starfleet Medical.
Complimenting her athletic passion for dance, Jovela was also a veteran practitioner of traditional Risian martial arts. As time-honored Risian tradition tended toward the axiom of "Make love, not war," the indigenous development of physical combat forms only came about as more species became exposed to their society and thus posed a greater threat. Thusly, the very forms they chose to utilize were based upon other species techniques, borrowed and bent to work better for them. Ultimately, the Risan people created an effectual hybrid grappling system known regionally as Surayan Self Defense that, against most single opponents, was as effective for a featherweight child as for a full grown adult.
Unfortunately, as she discovered during her fight with an ill-fated Klingon in San Francisco and then again with two armed assailants aboard the USS Theurgy, these gentler methods proved grossly insufficient in certain situations. After realizing that adrenaline peaked Klingons and multiple armed opponents were a little too tough for a simple chokehold to subdue, Jovela determined to expand her repertoire and so, the day after the Battle of Starbase 84 she began training, with the aid of a certain mysterious Romulan mercenary, in the much more brutally effective Romulan martial art, Kormerek.
Physically, her upper body, namely the shoulders and arms, showed off hints of lean, lithe 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.
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.