Elanor materialized into the Ogawa’s transporter room with a bit of a grimace on her face. She shuddered briefly, as if she momentarily felt bugs crawling on her skin. Intellectually she knew she felt no such thing, but her imagination loved to tell her otherwise. She shook it off with a grin as she stepped down from the platform and glanced around the room.

If one had not seen an image of her previously, they would have difficulty reconciling her appearance with her file. She was not overly tall, barely 5‘6 (if one was generous) and carried herself as though she danced everywhere rather than walked. She was slender, with pale Irish skin and light grey eyes (sparkling with anticipation), and black hair falling past her shoulders in a mix of loose strands and intricate braids. Delicately pointed ears peaked out through the artful mess of hair. If it weren’t for the uniform one might have thought she had stepped right out of Tolkein’s Middle Earth.

Lt. Aerin “Elanor” Shaw
Head Nurse