constellating

there had been something stirring in her for so long. she had once put her heart and soul into her body, her finely tuned instrument. plucked and shined for an audience. for a judge. until she remembers burning the ground and breaking mountains in half and forgets them when she wakes. hot as the sun, burning everything she touches.

hungry, hunger, hungering. the now is not enough.

△ former national rhythmic gymnast who exited the circuit with a bang due to the restrictions of competitions. currently into: freerunning, muay thai.

△ passionate, instinctive, proud, leaps before she looks, restless, greedy, territorial.

hakyeon: vulcan/klingon hybrid, while not exactly canon (as far as I know) I just thought it would be cool. He ends up looking similar to Worf who’s half klingon, half human. he has his long Scentist era hair and it does cover his forehead though his ridges poke through. he absolutely has pointy eyebrows, though they’re as thick as his actual ones instead of the rly thin ones vulcans/romulans have. similarly his parents worked really hard to conceive him via science tm, and he was raised by them offworld in a pretty hippie scientist commune lol. (of which… im thinking of a specific tos episode but im pretty sure this keeps popping up) normally, klingons and vulcans would not be caught dead boinking, much less be married and both hak’yon’s parents are pretty weird for their people and with how traditional both are, they ended up leaving it all behind.

vulcans and klingons are both physically strong and emotional species who channel it in very different ways- Hakyeon’s a bit of both, where he lets it out by being passionate but adhering to a strong moral code. Like Vulcans, he’s a touch telepath who can make telepathic bonds with his romantic partners, because god star trek really pioneered so many shippy tropes, pls thank them for ur fuck or die & telepathic soulmate bond fanfics. Klingons are warriors, through and through and I think that’s Hak’yon too but much less indiscriminate about targets.

Like both Klingons and Vulcans, he is stronger than most humans and has trained with weapons since young (Klingons are pretty fight happy and while that was a factor, Vulcans also do so because of the mental aspect of it. ) aka kicks a whole lot of ass. hakyeon favors the mek’leth!

house of rejac through his mother, father not officially part of a vulcan house anymore (because theres like 0 known vulcan surnames except for spock’s <3)

written as haQ’yon, son of luhesh, tai of rejac (i think this is correct)

taek: denobulan, a xenolinguist who focuses on music. some xenolinguists like to travel to far and unknown space to study alien/foreign stuff. taekuni says actually, that sounds horrible and dangerous and uncool and instead tends towards academic centers and doesn’t like to travel all the time. though he does leave the starbase for periods of time for hands-on research (and enjoyment). denobulans are pretty cool- i imagine that he has scentist hair, so one side falling in front of his face but dyed pink. i have some thoughts about him as a denobulan but suffice to say that to people he’s close to or fond of, he’s quite affectionate. not exactly flirty but pretty open to anything. 

i still havent finished enterprise but based of the wikia, denobulans are a pretty sociable species. theyre polyamorous but very chill about it, in a way, and it seems like theyre used to having open marriages or being without their spouse for long periods of time. as a species theyre also very sociable and arent comfortable without a cluster though they dont like affection with people theyre not close to. taekun’s a lil strange- hes shyer than most but also more affectionate. in this fic i imagine hes sleeping with jyani wonshik and hyuk (obvs they all know about it) but its not strictly ‘romantic’ and yeah he does flirt with hongbin a bit but its not really serious serious. i dont really know where 4vixx is going, but as of this fic, i think taekun is just close to them but not necessarily wholly committed nor have they really felt the need to discuss the arrangement other than ‘be cool’

(see this is why i dont normally do nbin, bcus it messes up all my other ships rip)

jaehwan: galaxy’s cutest romulan, hes not a Starfleet officer but a yeoman which is a lot like a personal assistant slash civilian who helps starfleet officers. since he’s under Wonshik, a lot of his job also involves knowing what happens on the ground and being Wonshik’s ear (and mouth) in more civilian and shady spaces as well as the usual assistant stuff. 

romulans used to have icy relations with the federation but after uhh their planet exploded, they’ve scattered a bit, many of them regrouping and creating new factions. jyanis family was one of those. they lived in close proximity to non romulans, hence why Jaehwan being comfortable with the idea of leaving his people. I decided he’d have a humanish name to help him fit in better (which is a common thing with second gen immigrants irl and romulans are protective of their real names, enough that its pretty realistic for them to use different monikers) his last name is long and very Romulan so he usually goes by just Jaehwan. i imagine that for all that hes genuinely a sweetheart, romulans are well known for being scary and being a very militaristic and secretive state and his parents grew up like that (and are part of that, which is very cool but also uhhh imagine the cia but worse) and he got some of that savvy from them.

wonshik: human, and one of the higher ups on this starbase! there’s a little less to say here since i hope we all know how humans work? anyway, he and taekwoon actually go way back, as both studied xenolinguistics/anthropology but wonshik ended up going more career and focused on improving starfleet’s capacity for research and studies! i imagine that his posting here is pretty temporary- he likes the work and meeting people but he starts itching for more and ends up captaining a ship. 

hongbin: bajoran, which is a people/ planet that was colonized by another species called the cardassians in a messy and horrific occupation. that’s really a whole other story but in this case, hongbin’s family fled bajor when they could, hence why hongbin is a little distant from bajoran religion & culture. fun fact! hongbin’s the only one to keep his actual name lol, as bajorans go by surname firstname order too and lee sounded bajoran enough and i’d have to...completely change hongbin’s name to sound more bajoran. the earring is something very important to bajorans as a symbol of their faith (and almost all bajorans in the show wear one) but considering its a defining part of being bajoran and were individualized to their owner and bore their family crest, i dont think its unrealistic to add that there’s likely a cultural aspect of it too. hongbin may not be the most faithful, but hes faithful enough to keep it. his original earring was from his parents ofc but when i saw that fiancees give their intendeds a new earring…. obviously i had to use that!! hongbin also speaks klingon and a little vulcan but isn’t as fluent when compared to hakyeon who’s a native speaker of both. 

hyuk: a security officer and newly joined Trill. So joined trill are made of two entities- a symbiont and a Trill as its host. Getting a symbiont is a pretty big deal to the trill because of the experience and skills they have, and as a result the government is quite selective of who gets to be a host and approve those who are likely to take good care of it and help it advance its knowledge as they believe that the whole point of a symbiont and its host is the accumulation of wisdom and experiences. theyre usually implanted when the trill is an adult (like 20s to early thirties probably????) so yeah sanghyuk is very new to this actually

appearance.

5″9. a little vain. fit, not very curvy.

always dresses a little too expensive, a bit too much. can tone it down but is fond of funky patterns.

habits.

talks before she thinks, phrases things as questions often. picks/bites at her nails. expressive eyes.

freestyle.

her new family doesn’t care that she plays rough or that she likes shorts and is just as alright with len or lenny or lena. but they don’t like the reminder that she was anyone else before helena ingram and she should be grateful for it.

(lesson 1. learn what things you need to hide.)

soccer practice took forever.

miss adams is just really dumb.

no i’m still working on my homework.

they slip out without a thought. her parents’ eyes are oppressive. always watching, always waiting. she hates it.

len’s already heard the lecture- study hard, don’t end up like them, respect your father, blah blah blah. all they do is listen to themselves she thinks resentfully.

so she learns to tell them what they want to hear instead because what else is she supposed to do? just listen them and abandon her friends? die of boredom? hell no.

they don’t care really and len would rather avoid the tight lipped condemnations and painful hands and locked doors.

(lesson 2. lie. lie well. practice it whenever you can until it’s like breathing.) len doesn’t really know what to do but her dad makes it easy for her. take up the badge he coaxes, just like him! 

she tells herself she can just figure it out later but she doesn’t, and even when out of the house the name ingram has her in a chokehold. they expect her to listen as long as they keep paying for her, so listen she does.

the second week on the job, his friend pays a her a bit to look the other way, and she overhears word of a raid from her shiftmate.

no one bothers being quiet next to lena, with her name and the way she’ll talk to anyone.

build.

muscled, strong shoulders and legs. works out regularly. 5′7.

habits.

learned to repress most stress habits. normally- jittery legs, taking walks to think or decompress, stroking jaw, grabs people automatically. grinds his jaw when annoyed.

style.

work- smart casual, worn in shoes, shoulder holsters. basics with a bit of style. sleeves always neatly folded up. off the clock- ripped jeans, sensible boots, heavy jean or leather jacket. black paired with dark/muted colors. always simple but well dressed. expensive accessories.

freestyle.

i. his parents don’t understand why he liked running so much. he doesn’t bother articulating it. freedom, adrenaline- the feeling of moving, reaching. like flying. 

but they went along with it, proud of their bright athlete of a son. they’re the ones most shocked when they visit him up in bed, right leg broken in two places, the other fractured. 

(they’re already concerned but disappointed. how does he explain to them that he doesn’t think it’s an accident? that he thought he’d seen a familiar face in the windows? he’s dragged them through enough and noah knows they’re untouchable anyway.)

ii. noah knows plenty of people. a party, an acquaintance, a dealer. it starts simple. he doesn’t have much better to do. too angry to look at the field, too restless to stay of it. no job, walking not like a ghost but a ghoul.

he finds out when he’s given a knife and realizes he doesn’t feel much remorse. distaste for the mess and a visceral satisfaction is all. a few months ago, he might’ve felt some more guilt for that. but it’s too late now.

the devil promises loyalty. wealth. revenge.

freedom.

iii. he smiles for graduation photos, another face among thousands and disappears after. you’ll remember see him around, vaguely. it didn’t really matter because they don’t matter. 

noah’s used to running himself ragged, pushing himself past the point of tears and blood. he’s always liked a challenge.