KentraDonrav
Combatant
Trills rule.
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"I would assume without the proper anesthetics that the procedure would hurt," Kentra said, taking a bite of her salad. After she swallowed her mouthful she considered, "It is hard to describe, even to another trill. Imagine waking up and suddenly having the memories of another person as well as your own. Then imagine that it's not just two sets of memories but dozens." "It changes you, me. I lived my whole life on a small farming colony. Everyone there was deeply religious, my parents, my family, me. We believed, and I still do in a way, that any sort of violence was abhorent and it was better to allow oneself to be killed than to even raise a hand in defense," she explained, "It is not a popular religion among trills, but it is similar to the Quaker faith that was prevalent on Earth throughout the many centuries." "When I was joined it was a great honour, and my family was excited and proud. But as I said joining changes you, and I was different. The Donrav symbiot has been in hosts that have done everything from being scientists, to scavangers working with the Orion syndicate, to diplomats to... whatever you could imagine," she said. "I went to be as a pacifist who had never hurt a fly and woke up with memories of killing people in combat, for profit, for honour, with phasers, with knives and it," she sighed. "I no longer felt a part of my family, or our faith. I was no longer pure. I realized that I needed to leave and the Donrav symbiot had been wanting to experience Starfleet for several lifetimes so I went along. But this," she pulled at her uniform, "was too much for my family. Just wearing it is an offense to God, it's embracing our base nature instincts for violence. And so the day I was accepted into the academy was the last day I spoke with my family." "When trills are joined we're not supposed to reestablish relationships with our previous hosts' families or friends. I lost both my own too," she said. She smiled slightly, "I apologize I don't mean to bore anyone. I just have been thinking about this a lot recently. Between signing up for this tournament, and other recent events in my life I have found it hard to define who I am. Am I Kentra, the girl who spent her life raising our version of earth chickens, or this mixture of lives and memories that is always in me." "Sorry, I do go on. Tell me about yourselves," she asked. Tag Metallic, Kenin.
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