#keevan|character

Mun && Muse

Wed: “You want me to marry any of them? What a terrible punishment. Fine then, Garak.”

Bed: “Sisko, he was wise enough to accept my bargain, though he’s far too moral.”

@wordbound for the musical headcanons.

Neptune - Sleeping at Last

Pitch black, pale blueThere was a stained glass, variation of the truthAnd I felt empty handed

There is a world beyond the Dominion, which Keevan had known, he’d spent months as a prisoner of the Federation, and even longer fighting in a war against them. But when he comes back, as a new clone to continue fighting a losing fight, it’s easy to fall back into the familiar rhetoric, and try to push the defective feelings away. He stays when the Dominion leaves of course, the Alpha Quadrant was better.

But with staying, comes learning that he had not been exposed to as a prisoner. Rebuilding, and people, and a society that was worlds away from anything he recognized. He had always been good at adaptation and survival, but there was a difference between landing on your feet and trying to relearn everything you’d ever been taught. The Founders were Gods still and evermore, but they were cruel, and not omniscient, and what they had told the Vorta had always been coloured to suit their desires. 

“You want me to…  very well. Why did I ever let the Doctor convince me to play?”

Wed: Dukat. I haven’t had any experiences with him that are negative enough to make me want to kill him in his sleep. If nothing else, I’m sure we could come to an agreeable enough compromise. 

Bed: I must pick one of the other two, mustn’t I? Fine, Weyoun. I would never dare spend more time with him than I must, but I would rather him than the Ferengi.

AESTHETIC     HEADCANON     MUSIC     CHARACTER

• QUICK STATS •

NAME :: Keevan NICKNAME :: n/a FANDOM :: Star Trek: Deep Space 9 GENDER :: Male ORIENTATION :: open BIRTHDAY :: no set birthday, each clone varies, and the first year’s been a bit hectic. ZODIAC :: n/a SHIPS :: /Julian Bashir, /chemistry

• BIOGRAPHY •

After Keevan's... unfortunate death by the Ferengi, the next clone (the seventh of his kind) was activated and sent to lead a contingent of Jem’Hadar against the Alpha Quadrant in a losing fight. When the Dominon was defeated, instead of crawling back through the wormhole, Keevan decided to cut his losses and stay in the Alpha Quadrant. There was nothing waiting for him in the Gamma Quadrant aside form continued subservience to the Founders until they finally decided to deactivate him-- defective and bitter in a way that all of the past versions had been, in a way no Vorta should be.

He spent the next year hopping from planet to planet, avoiding the Federation the best he could. He had spent enough time as a Federation Prisoner of War to know, that while it was better than the Dominion would offer, it wasn’t exactly an experience he would choose to repeat when offered another option. In between the consistent moving from place to place, and the mild paranoia, Keevan tried, with no success to teach himself taste and a sense of aesthetics. The first attempts failed... and failed... and failed. Right after the first anniversary of the end of the War, he made the choice to go to Deep Space 9, in hopes that the rumours of their genetically enhanced Doctor could give him what he wanted.

Keevan, like all the Vorta had been modified to have an immunity to most toxins, and better ears than most other humanoids. Of course, unlike most other humanoids, he had no sense of beauty, and only limited taste. Both of those things he wanted to fix, although how he wasn’t quite sure how. Unlike the other Vorta, Keevan, in both this incarnation, and all the previous ones, cared more for his own survival, than for continuing the glory of the Founders. He's not loyal to them in the way most Vorta are... but they are still his Gods, a cruel creator is no less of one. He’s bitterly sarcastic, and more likely to say whatever passing judgement he thinks than to let it pass without comment.

• PHYSICAL •

FACE CLAIM :: Christopher Shea HEIGHT :: 5′7″ BUILD :: Slim VISUAL AGE :: 27 ACTUAL AGE :: all clones: 10 years, this clone: 1 HAIR :: black EYES :: blueish violet SPECIES :: Vorta HAND :: ambidextrous GLASSES :: he should probably try them, but no. IDENTIFYING :: Like all the Vorta, Keevan has distinctive ears, and slightly purple tinged skin.

• MENTAL •