Lavnadim Orlodhari
| Lieutenant-Commander Lavnadhim Orlodhari | |
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| IC Information | |
| Full Name: | Lavnadim Orlodhari |
| Gender: | Male (He/Him) |
| Species: | Zentradi |
| Age (Birthdate): | 20 |
| Skin Colour: | Green |
| Hair Colour: | Black |
| Eye Colour: | Brown |
| Height | 6'2" (188 cm) / 35'8" (10.9m) |
| Job: | Thrill-Seeking Engineer |
| Homeland: | Macross Colony Fleets |
| Awakening: | 0 |
| Primary Unit: | Clop-class Cruiser "Ra Mari" |
| BGM: | Unset |
| OOC Information | |
| Origin: | Original Character (NPC) |
| Factions: | Londo Bell |
| Player: | Bel |
One of the many Zentradi who has integrated into life with humans, Lavnadim Orlodhari ('Lavhi' for short) grew up on the colony ships. His great interest in technology eventually led him to a career on ships--and his great interest in humans led him to a career on /Federation/ ships. A bit of a jock, he has plenty of hobbies and keeps busy, always seeking the new and interesting, but with a streak of decency that sometimes leaves him troubled by the wars humanity seems to always be fighting even now. Through his partner Eight York he is seeing more and more troubling sides of the Federation, and his loyalty these days is to his Captain over others. While he cannot protect Eight from these dark sides, Lavhi aims to be as much support for her as she is inspiration to him, and so far he's always able to work the Ra Mari to give them what they need.
Background
Growing up in the Colony Fleets with parents who were still adapting to the idea of 'relationships' and children, Lavhi from a young age had a love of the new and the unknown. Coming to understand 'culture', his parents worked to give him music, books, entertainment, and other examples of same, considering their own martial history as a bit of 'culture' of their own, but encouraging him instead to channel that physicality into sporting events. Accordingly while he is a warrior, he is primarily a technician, studying engineering and the function of things to indulge his endless curiosity.
It was a surprise but not a great one to his family when he joined Londo Bell, and his parents have found a bit of a conflict between pride that he is willing to be a warrior for his own purposes and concern that he is enmeshing himself in war even after all that's happened. He stays in regular contact with them, however. He was posted aboard the Ra Mari out of training, coming to a post as Chief Engineer. It was on this ship that he would meet Comms Officer Eight York, though when he asked her to dinner he did not expect things to go nearly so well as they did.
He remains the chief engineer of the Ra Mari, keeping its complex systems in balance while providing a stable foundation for others in the crew to build on.
A Typical Day
Cheerful music plays over a small speaker nestled in the corner. The corridor's acoustics aren't terrible, but they aren't exactly designed for a show, either, but the small box the speaker's resting in does well enough to echo its music out. Consoles are open and wires exposed as Lavnadim Orlodhari works on the ship, whistling along with the music.
"Hm hm~" He rearranges wires, turns a few screws. He is working on this part of the ship, which has been experiencing lighting outages among other issues. His engineers have been stumped about what's wrong, so he's taken to handling it himself--and that's working out well so far.
"Sir?" A fresh-faced young worker pokes his head into the corridor, tilting his head in surprise at the scene; the large, green-skinned man humming along with peppy pop music. He's never seen a Zentradi in his element, being new to the ship.
"Yes?" Lavhi answers, reaching over to depress the 'pause' button on his player and looking up to the younger man. "Is there something that requires my attention?"
"Uh. No, sir. I just heard noise next to my station and was curious..."
"Ah! Do you like it?" Lavhi asks brightly. "The music helps me to think. Here, I am nearly finished; you may have it." Lavhi stands up from where he'd been working and picks up the speaker, little metal box and all, and presses it into the hands of the crewman.
"Oh--Uh--"
"There you are. This one is... Sheryl Nome! A very beautiful singer. You will enjoy her voice. You have my permission to play the music at your station. Now go, go."
"Yes, sir!" A little dazzled, the crewman takes his new prize and starts off back towards his station.
Lavhi, on the other hand, sits back down with his tools and gets to work. ...He can hum the music himself, at this point. He's heard it enough.
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