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NAME: Joanna "Joey" McCoy

AGE/BIRTHDAY: 18 / 05.22.2249

FANDOM: Star Trek

CANON POINT: Pre-canon appearance (it's the year 2266 and she's just readying to go off to college; she doesn't appear in canon until her third year of college in 2269 but is referenced in the TOS novels and TAS episodes)

OC/AU: N/A

IF AU, AU POINT AND BRIEF DESCRIPTION: N/A

SEXUALITY: Heterosexual

ALLIANCE: Good

PB: Lucy Hale

STRENGTHS: Problem solving skills, quick thinking, basic medical training (basic CPR & first aid), hard-working and intelligent.

WEAKNESSES: Anti-social, awkward, uncomfortable in her own skin, skittish.

DETAILED PERSONALITY:

Joey is highly ambitious. She can hardly stand the wait to finish out her summer and move on to college to become a registered nurse. She's very sociable, but at the same time, she's not terribly likable to those who don't persist enough to get to know her. Being guarded because she has trust issues stemming mostly from being brought up mainly by a mother she genuinely hates, Joey has a hard time making lasting friendships or relationships.

This particular teenager is highly dichotomous. She enjoys being around people, but you'd never know it from the occasional biting sarcasm and awkward social ineptitude she exudes when she's in a social situation. She can be arrogant, but it's mostly a facade, because she, like every other teenage girl, is secretly terribly insecure. Her father is away more often than not and yet she feels much closer to him than to the mother who left when Joey was still young. Joey doesn't always trust easily, but she still aims to please, sometimes bending over backward to try to get a person to like and trust her. When someone does gain her trust, she's fiercely loyal to them.

She's incredibly intelligent, though not exactly a genius, and she tends to be a little cocky about it when the situation presents itself. Joey is thirsty for knowledge, especially medical knowledge, so she's seldom found without her nose in a medical journal or textbook during her downtime. She's loud and opinionated, unafraid of expressing her opinions, almost reveling in having an unpopular opinion if only because she tends to feel so passionately about things that she not only enjoys a debate, but she secretly thrives on having what she feels is a legitimate reason to look down on someone if she thinks they're wrong.

In spite of her flaws, Joey is actually a really nice girl, if one sticks around putting up with her attitude and insecurity long enough to get to know her. She's a normal teenager in that she enjoys normal teenager things like parties, hanging out with the few friends she's managed to keep, and talking about cute boys...or she would, if she actually had those experiences, rather than isolating herself because she was uncomfortable in her own skin. It just takes someone with a thick skin and a lot of patience to get past the hard exterior she's built up to protect herself, if someone really wants to get to know her.

HISTORY:

Joanna McCoy on Memory Beta wikia

THIRD PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:

The summer was stretching long and achingly slowly over the months since Joanna McCoy's high school graduation. Strong and resilient, sure; she'd gotten through the famine and stayed on Cerberus to finish school. She'd endured the loss of her mother when Jocelyn had left and, shortly thereafter, her father when he shipped her off to Centaurus so he wouldn't have to drag her from starship to starship. But patient? Joey was not a patient girl. Woman. Person. She'd been anxiously awaiting the start of the fall semester in college, because it meant the road to following in her father's footsteps was going to begin.

Joey was probably the only teenager in the universe who preferred school to summer break, but there was a reason for that. It was hard to pass the time when a person didn't have any friends with whom to spend it. As much as she enjoyed reading; loved devouring book after book and filling her head with information that would help her stay ahead when she went off to college, it wasn't the same as going out with friends or partying or getting stupid drunk even though she was too young for it. At least, she assumed so. Joey wouldn't know; she didn't have any friends. She hadn't ever had a real friend. Acquaintances, sure. ...but not friends. Joey had always had trouble with that. Making friends was for people who didn't sound like stuttering morons under pressure. Making friends was for people who weren't awkward and uncomfortable in their own skin. Making friends was for people who weren't too busy with their noses stuck in a book to notice if someone was actually trying to extend one a friendship to them. ...making friends was for people who weren't Joanna McCoy. Don't even get her started on boys.

She'd actually been thinking about all of those things when she'd finally drifted off to sleep the previous night; how the summer seemed never-ending because she had no one to spend it with and it was taking forever for school to roll around again so that she'd have something productive to do with her time...and too little free time to notice the sad state of her complete lack of social life. She'd slept well, she supposed, if she discounted the nightmare of getting a late rejection letter in the mail, recanting her acceptance to college and leaving her in the lurch for the fall semester because it'd be too late to apply to another school. So when she woke up, she expected to feel well-rested and relieved to be back in reality and out of her dreams.

...except Joey didn't. She felt stiff and cold. She felt tired and, when she looked around to note that she was on a stone floor in a cold, dim room she didn't recognize, she felt the opposite of relief. In response, before she could stop herself or even think about the possibility that doing so would be a bad idea, Joey screamed and immediately followed it up by scrambling to her feet, covering her mouth with both hands, and turning in circles with her eyes saucer-wide in search of a door. She needed to get out of here, find out where here was, and find help. It did not need to happen in that particular order.

FIRST PERSON WRITING SAMPLE:

Um...so, are we just...alkjshdfk So can we talk about the fact that there's a little girl hanging out in the halls at night that won't talk to anybody? I can't be the only person that's seen her, right? I mean, I could be, but I really doubt
I mean, well, maybe the rest of you just don't go out of your rooms at n
Or maybe I'm crazy, that's possible. I'm here after all, so, I mean, that's possibly a thing, I could just be losing my mind and


OOC:

YOUR NAME: Jen
ARE YOU OVER 18?: Oh yeah. lol
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