Selara

Early Life
Born upon Rubicun III, Selara was the youngest child to Edo Mediators Artan and Linera. The bliss of her childhood was undeniable; Starfleet’s intervention the century before prompted a reassessment of the colony’s penal system, making for a growing, curious child’s paradise. One that enabled Selara’s penchant for exploration to blossom at an incredibly young age; a rambunctious young thing, activity was something that was not only enthused among her people, but commonplace. It was of no surprise to anybody that Selara, pertaining to these Edo values, grew up with such a fondness for basal enjoyment. It was laid at her feet since birth — pleasure was principle, sought out by the young girl in the likes of various sports and games. Gregarious in an intrinsic sense, Selara was seldom not surrounded by happiness. A contributing factor, perhaps, to instances of naivety in her later life, but a period that eventually became something to cherish rather than take issue with. So accustomed to peace, the Edo had no reason to; amidst such tranquility, complaints were few and far between.

Given the Edo homeworld’s edenic nature, its verdant land was no stranger to visitors. Life of all creed and colour walked enthralled footsteps around its pristine paths; the delight of these travellers never failed to leave Selara incredibly curious. In her younger years, at least. The serenity she knew as norm appeared to be all but unbelievable for some, an impossible idyll for others. More than talkative with newcomers, however brief their stays, she eventually attributed the fascination with her people to their inherent harmony.

With visitors’ endearment to Rubicun III came further fuel to her fire of curiosity; what were other societies doing so differently for there to be such means for amazement at her own? In Selara’s early teenage years, she became increasingly interested in the customs of other species. Legal systems in particular piqued the young girl’s interest, given the supposed desirability of the Edo’s. Granted, her parents’ roles as mediators certainly helped, as did enthused conversation with travellers. As for the former, Artan and Linera were delighted by their daughter’s spirit of inquiry, hoping she might follow in the footsteps of themselves and her elder brother. Now, she was in a position where the study of law and order was very much accessible to her; most answers to any questions she had resided in those who surrounded her, familial or foreign. A lexicon of variety that came greatly appreciated, for the very notion of crime had always been somewhat of an obscurity in itself; priorly distant to the girl, she soon learned of its prevalence within other societies, the concept but a historical blip to her own.

It occurred to Selara, should she remain with the Edo and work to uphold their system, she would only feel complicit in the shortcomings of others. An absurd equation, perhaps, to the likes of her people, but one that conjured in her a sense of purpose. Not only did she wish for the ability to actually see the cultures she found so intriguing, but to make an active change rather than sustain a society already revered for its enlightenment. It wasn’t long before she decided she’d fare quite well among the stars. Tall tales from those who’d already had the chance were always enrapturing, and with each recollection Selara found herself yearning for the same just that little bit more. To go out and make use of herself in the unknown might finally satiate her unrelenting curiosity rather than whet it further. She could become a ‘mediator’ elsewhere, so long as there was order to be kept and peace maintained. The concept, she had learned, was universal despite its discrepancies in translation.

Starfleet. Such an endeavour was somewhat unsurprising to her parents by the time it came to light, and was accordingly encouraged. Their son, Dalan, was already intent on mediation training, their firstborn daughter Arien a newly established musician within Rubicun III’s entertainment circle. Variety was welcome, and as an inherently free people, Selara’s calling to the stars was duly well received. Even without the numerous encounters with visitors and hours spent studying alien constitutions, Selara was more than confident. Intrinsically so, in fact, and already exceeding the fitness standards required to ensure that Starfleet’s physical expectations would be met.

Starfleet Academy
One bittersweet goodbye to the people she so adored later, Selara arrived upon Earth. The woman’s prowess in foreign affairs despite the political seclusion of her homeworld was noted by examiners, aiding Selara’s acceptance. Comfortable in her education so far, it didn’t take the girl very long to acclimate to Starfleet’s practices. Not that her studies were unchallenging, far from it. She simply ensured that they were peppered with extracurricular, sport in particular. Her own physiology meant that Selara excelled in such, much to the chagrin of a few other students. Naivety unshaken, she found that she was somewhat shunned by her peers — her outward attractiveness and extroverted nature were both intrinsic to Selara, but landed her in a position of envy for some. Nonetheless, the young woman’s confidence remained similarly unaffected, applied to her endeavours both academic and beyond.

Starfleet Career
Upon graduating, Selara was rendered even more eager than she had been initially. Hardly subdued, her liveliness could now be channelled into swift, precise applications of force. With the aid of deftness and agility owed to sports, too, it was in the more physical aspects of her courses that Selara really excelled. Her first posting was short lived, though exciting all the same. The Faraday: An Antares-type survey ship assigned to a Minshara class planet so as to aid with the settling of a new colony. It was a small vessel, as was the crew, but an informative stint nonetheless. A year and a half later, there was little need for the Faraday’s surveillance, at least not to the extent there had been. The colony had established an order that rendered an excess of security redundant, and thus, Selara was transferred to her second endeavour. Granted, quite happily, appeased by the progress she had witnessed in what had felt like such a short span of time.

Comparably miraculous to that of Kesprytt III’s. Following the planet’s eventual political union, however reluctant, a number of attempts had led to its Federation membership. One that was rather strained, given the planet’s artifice of social stability; tensions between its inhabitants fluctuated between periods of questionable harmony, jeopardizing its position further and further. Upon assessment and the according negotiations, Starbase 902 was established to aid with diplomacy, and it was here that Selara was succeedingly stationed. An arduous, rocky transition given its predecessor’s relative quietness; work with the colony had always been more precautionary than it was involved, and where instances of disruption had been rare before, upon Kesprytt they were commonplace. Grudges between species, however, had not been glazed over within Selara’s studies. She had been made grimly aware of paranoia’s detriment to peace — the former bred mistrust, and mistrust bred aggression. As was typical with the Prytt and Kes nations, relations were fickle, and thus Selara and her peers were never short of work. Trying as they were, the circumstances were akin to ones she had been intrigued by initially, and thus, the young woman practiced security protocol with continued eagerness. Still, she found her patience faltering, even if only minutely. Selara appeared to have launched herself from one society where stability was standard, to one where it seemed entirely unattainable, having been that way for centuries; her parents would have been highly amused.

Not that Selara believed her work upon Kesprytt III to be for nothing, far from it. It was with heightened perception that she departed Starbase 902, understanding that there were no unequivocal answers to things; an equation the Academy had instilled within the young Edo, but one that required witnessing firsthand for her to truly comprehend its gravitas. Spirit yet to be snuffed out, it was with gratitude for such an experience that Selara applied for a transfer to the USS Phoenix, hopeful she would be met with many more.

Personality
Warmth is something that comes inherently to Selara, hailing from a society where free-spiritedness takes precedence. Instilled within her since birth, the notion of affection is one she cannot imagine living without. One, she found, to be somewhat lacking beyond the frontier of her homeworld; outside Rubicun III, such open geniality is easily mistaken for an untoward advance, or perceived as uncomfortable, inappropriate. Boundaries were quickly discovered, and adhered to with similar haste. Still far from reserved, the woman’s gregarious nature leaves her prone to sourcing entertainment in the most mindless of things. Similarly pertaining to the norms of her race, Selara is exceedingly lively. Boisterous to a fault, she seldom pauses for a break where others would be inclined to flag. Meaning nothing less than well, the Edo is still somewhat naive in a social sense regardless, leading to the occasional awkward moment and subsequent frustration.