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New OC: Shona Macintyre (by Clover)
Shona Macintyre
- Age: 43
- Species: Shetland Sheepdog
- Hair: Brown
- Eyes: Brown
- Height: 5'8"
- Weight: 348 lbs.
Shona Macintyre spent her entire youth gazing up at the stars.
Born and raised on New Glasgow (once known as HD 85512 B), Shona was raised on stories of how her grandparents were part of the first wave of settlers on the planet. Unsurprisingly, she became dead-set on becoming a space pioneer from a young age. She studied her ass off, got a university scholarship, and double-majored in both electrical engineering and astronautics. Sure, her social life was practically non-existent, but the result would make her schedule worth all the effort And she was ultimately vindicated: after completing her university studies, she was given a 15-year contract with Martino-Benelli as part of their Intersolar Exploration Corps.
What was next was a grueling four years in the M-B Astronautics School on Earth. The first two years were taken up by a general piloting and astronautics course, where she had to memorize basically every switch on a ship's control panel and every feature of a spacesuit, and demonstrate all those functions flawlessly in simulations of varying difficulty. She passed with flying colors and advanced to the next stage: research ship training. She spent another two years studying how to operate every piece of equipment and fulfill every possible crew role in a three-man research vessel, as well as cope with the isolation of being stuck onboard one for months at a time.
The day Shona graduated from Astronautics School was probably the happiest of her life. More than 3/4 of the class had washed out over the preceding years, but she was one of the few who were physically and mentally able to withstand the demanding curriculum and graduate. She was shipped to Columbus One, the M-B space hub in lunar orbit, in preparation for her first deployment. Her mission: survey the XK-12-Theta system 300 light-years away, which would take ten months. It was set to launch three days before her 26th birthday.
Then she had the pre-launch physical.
During the test, she learned that she was facing two serious medical challenges: degenerative macular dystrophy, and a life-threatening allergy to cobalt. Unfortunately for Shona, cobalt is used in the construction of most medical nanites, which she learned the hard way when a routine injection to check for cardiovascular defects turned into a close brush with death. She'd been having some sporadic problems with distance vision over the last few months, but she thought (or at least convinced herself) that it was simply due to the stress of training and would clear up eventually. A quick genetic test confirmed that no, it wouldn't clear up; no, her near vision wasn't safe either; and no, she wouldn't be allowed to fly. It was hardly debilitating for her day-to-day life—she'd simply need glasses to function—but it stopped her from piloting, spacewalking, or leading research missions. While it would normally be correctable with nanite surgery, her allergy ruled it out.
Needless to say, Shona was devastated. Instead of celebrating her 26th birthday eating freeze-dried ice cream at 12.5c, she spent it sobbing and getting plastered at the station's bar. Since the Exploration Corps had no more purpose for a pilot that's unfit to fly, she was "laterally" transferred to the Mechanical/Custodial Division as befitting her other skillset. She found herself assigned to one of the minor stations of the Ross-128 system, dwarf planet 1-B, facility 0492. Needless to say, going from piloting research vessels to fixing the airlock doors for a bunch of out-of-the-way miners was a pretty heavy blow to her ego. Alcohol became Shona's primary coping mechanism, to the point where it began affecting her work performance.
Shortly after Shona turned 29, she was a bit too tipsy while fixing a food replicator and dropped half of its power unit (about the size and weight of a V8 engine) on her left foot. Thankfully, the doctors on the station hadn't fully switched over to nanite and still had traditional microsurgery tools. However, she required extensive reconstructive surgery, and would've been off her feet and left the station without a mechanic for months. As a stopgap, she was given a small exosuit, so she could walk, lift heavy objects, and perform her general duties without putting any weight on her foot.
Shona took a liking to the suit and its convenience, and asked for it to be made an official part of her work loadout once the cast came off. However, she became increasingly dependent on it, to the point where she wore it every day. Combined with the excessive bounties of the station cafeteria, this meant lots of calories in with very few calories out. She's gained a total of 150 or so pounds during her 17 years at the Ross facility, though the actual amount of fat she's gained is likely higher due to significant muscle deterioration.
Thankfully, Shona's mellowed out a good deal since arriving at Ross. She's made peace with the fact she'll never be a pilot, as well as her body in general (though she tends to overestimate her baseline stats due to the exosuit). She's also opened up a lot and connected with many of the miners and base staff, which combined with her long presence, made her a sort of "team mom" for the facility.
My latest OC, Shona Macintyre, in a comm I got from Clover over on Twitter. Part of the shared sci-fi setting occupied by
cettus's Šárka and 
chonkcatcentral's Cassie.
- Age: 43
- Species: Shetland Sheepdog
- Hair: Brown
- Eyes: Brown
- Height: 5'8"
- Weight: 348 lbs.
Shona Macintyre spent her entire youth gazing up at the stars.
Born and raised on New Glasgow (once known as HD 85512 B), Shona was raised on stories of how her grandparents were part of the first wave of settlers on the planet. Unsurprisingly, she became dead-set on becoming a space pioneer from a young age. She studied her ass off, got a university scholarship, and double-majored in both electrical engineering and astronautics. Sure, her social life was practically non-existent, but the result would make her schedule worth all the effort And she was ultimately vindicated: after completing her university studies, she was given a 15-year contract with Martino-Benelli as part of their Intersolar Exploration Corps.
What was next was a grueling four years in the M-B Astronautics School on Earth. The first two years were taken up by a general piloting and astronautics course, where she had to memorize basically every switch on a ship's control panel and every feature of a spacesuit, and demonstrate all those functions flawlessly in simulations of varying difficulty. She passed with flying colors and advanced to the next stage: research ship training. She spent another two years studying how to operate every piece of equipment and fulfill every possible crew role in a three-man research vessel, as well as cope with the isolation of being stuck onboard one for months at a time.
The day Shona graduated from Astronautics School was probably the happiest of her life. More than 3/4 of the class had washed out over the preceding years, but she was one of the few who were physically and mentally able to withstand the demanding curriculum and graduate. She was shipped to Columbus One, the M-B space hub in lunar orbit, in preparation for her first deployment. Her mission: survey the XK-12-Theta system 300 light-years away, which would take ten months. It was set to launch three days before her 26th birthday.
Then she had the pre-launch physical.
During the test, she learned that she was facing two serious medical challenges: degenerative macular dystrophy, and a life-threatening allergy to cobalt. Unfortunately for Shona, cobalt is used in the construction of most medical nanites, which she learned the hard way when a routine injection to check for cardiovascular defects turned into a close brush with death. She'd been having some sporadic problems with distance vision over the last few months, but she thought (or at least convinced herself) that it was simply due to the stress of training and would clear up eventually. A quick genetic test confirmed that no, it wouldn't clear up; no, her near vision wasn't safe either; and no, she wouldn't be allowed to fly. It was hardly debilitating for her day-to-day life—she'd simply need glasses to function—but it stopped her from piloting, spacewalking, or leading research missions. While it would normally be correctable with nanite surgery, her allergy ruled it out.
Needless to say, Shona was devastated. Instead of celebrating her 26th birthday eating freeze-dried ice cream at 12.5c, she spent it sobbing and getting plastered at the station's bar. Since the Exploration Corps had no more purpose for a pilot that's unfit to fly, she was "laterally" transferred to the Mechanical/Custodial Division as befitting her other skillset. She found herself assigned to one of the minor stations of the Ross-128 system, dwarf planet 1-B, facility 0492. Needless to say, going from piloting research vessels to fixing the airlock doors for a bunch of out-of-the-way miners was a pretty heavy blow to her ego. Alcohol became Shona's primary coping mechanism, to the point where it began affecting her work performance.
Shortly after Shona turned 29, she was a bit too tipsy while fixing a food replicator and dropped half of its power unit (about the size and weight of a V8 engine) on her left foot. Thankfully, the doctors on the station hadn't fully switched over to nanite and still had traditional microsurgery tools. However, she required extensive reconstructive surgery, and would've been off her feet and left the station without a mechanic for months. As a stopgap, she was given a small exosuit, so she could walk, lift heavy objects, and perform her general duties without putting any weight on her foot.
Shona took a liking to the suit and its convenience, and asked for it to be made an official part of her work loadout once the cast came off. However, she became increasingly dependent on it, to the point where she wore it every day. Combined with the excessive bounties of the station cafeteria, this meant lots of calories in with very few calories out. She's gained a total of 150 or so pounds during her 17 years at the Ross facility, though the actual amount of fat she's gained is likely higher due to significant muscle deterioration.
Thankfully, Shona's mellowed out a good deal since arriving at Ross. She's made peace with the fact she'll never be a pilot, as well as her body in general (though she tends to overestimate her baseline stats due to the exosuit). She's also opened up a lot and connected with many of the miners and base staff, which combined with her long presence, made her a sort of "team mom" for the facility.
My latest OC, Shona Macintyre, in a comm I got from Clover over on Twitter. Part of the shared sci-fi setting occupied by
cettus's Šárka and chonkcatcentral's Cassie.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fat Furs
Species Dog (Other)
Gender Female
Size 989 x 1280px
File Size 236.8 kB
Listed in Folders
Honestly, I do wish she was able to reach the stars one day, she really wished to but life got in the way and hard . It's pretty messed up one spends years trying to work a skill or for a dreamed job and bam, health or life get in the way and it's understandable one doesn't wanna go on in life being punched in the face by life greatly and frequent at that
Yeah, I'm a total sucker for tragic characters like that.
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