i create ocs every blue moon or even rarer than that because it really is hard for me to organize their lore and even tho it doesn't have to be even be long i still struggle with the basics :') BUT this is not gonna be the case with Suvok as i'm starting to organize some of their lore, and drawings will definitely help with that
a bit of info:
-place and date of birth: ShiKahr, Vulcan / June 21, 2241
-family: Vulcan parents, two older siblings
-had a pet Sehlat named Yel
-graduated from the Ni'Var Science Institute
Vulcan sex shop owners. Stell (she/him) and Tok (he/they) [pronouns are simplified for standard translation, of course.]
Hairstyle on Stell is inspired by a hair sculpt by shesasolarbeing on twt/tiktok.
Came up with silly esoteric Vulcan genders for them cus it makes me smile, but they're not set in stone. In Human terms they're both nonbinary, but their relationship would probably be considered heterosexual on Vulcan (again, in human terms.)
They're incredibly stupid, on some levels. But, they take IDIC seriously. They take Vulcan swingers parties seriously. They take their business seriously. Tok used to work as an engineer. Stell was an academic studying the history of Vulcan eroticism and art. Together they invent new sex toys.
Note; You will need a bit of knowledge on Star Trek xenology (specifically Vulcan), I only just got into Star Trek so some of the stuff here may be wrong.
Tw; Medical injury, yearning, not much going on, not really a monster or anything cool
Your most recent mission did not go as planned.
As assistant head of security on the USS Juraime 93-2118, you are often charged with the task of accompanying your scientist colleagues in field research and aid.
Which was just what you had done 2 days ago when your colleagues had asked that you accompany them whilst they gather samples of the planets flora.
Specifically, planet Beta Antares, which is known for its heat provided by its bright star.
You had been warned and advised on what measures to take to protect yourself. It was your own arrogance that made you foolish enough to be lax with your preparations.
Which is how you ended up with a stinging ache resting on your shoulders and back, making sleeping at night unbearable.
With another hiss escaping your teeth, you gave up on attempting to sleep, swiping the covers off, and getting out of bed.
You walked out to the ships cafeteria, hoping for a late night snack to get your mind off of the pain. The cafeteria was near empty, save for two night owls who were enamoured enough in each other that they didn't notice you.
Just as you were commanding the processor for your desired snack, a level voice rose up behind you.
"It would be unwise to neglect your mind and body rest," you nearly jumped at the suddenness of it. Turning around to meet your well-known colleague,
"Kadalk-" he broke you off and continued speaking.
"You need to recuperate your strength, Assistant Security Cheif (Last Name)." You let out a heavy sigh when he was done, looking up at him with an exasperation of a child who knows they are in for yet another 3 hour lecture.
For a Vulcan, he was always known to be quite tall. Yet, you didn't really see a difference between him and the rest of his species with how similar they all style themselves. To the hair and his shoes to even the tone of his voice. Pure Vulcan. Pure logic.
"Thank you, Kadalk, for reminding me once again," you try stay civil so you could swipe away from this interaction.
"But my body does not want me to rest. It is too burnt to be comfortable laying down," you explain to him.
"Ergo," the processor opens, and it presents to you a warm cup of hot chocolate.
"Hot chocolate. A classical human remedy for sleep," you grab the cup and rise it up to your lips.
He discerns you with his dark brown eyes carefully as you drink.
He straightens his posture ever so slightly,
"If that is the case, then allow me to help you. We just received a recent shipment in new medical supplies, including an ointment that may properly soothe your injuries." He offers, face blank, yet his eyes spark with something indiscernible.
You contemplate it for a moment, unsure about hanging around longer in case another lecture may ensue, but your pain sears louder and you cave in.
You nod your head, and the two of you make your way to the medical bay.
Once there, you situate yourself on the edge of a table and pull the sleeves of your tank top down enough that it allows him to be able to apply it for you on your back. When the cloth strap slides over your shoulder, you hiss at the stinging pain lightly.
"Don't make me wait too long, Kady," the nickname slides off your tongue easily.
"That is not my name," is all he mutters before you feel a cool cream be placed upon the back of your nape. You sigh as the prominent sting is relieved from your shoulders. Kadalk is so utterly careful in his movements- not applying so much pressure it'd hurt, but enough for the cream to absorb evenly.
"This cream is water based, which should do well for you. I also ensured it contained this earth plant you call Aloe Vera and vitamin c- which nurse Howes tells me is good for humans," he pronounces the plant oddly, giving the e at the end of aloe its own distinct "eh" sound.
You almost want to correct him but are too focused on the pain relief.
"I apologise that this itself will not heal you entirely. There is a Vulcan medicine we use to treat burns very easily but I do not know how your human physique will react," there's an odd tone of regret in his voice you never thought you'd hear from a Vulcan, let alone him.
"Well, this is doing wonders doc- thank you," you let yourself relax, leaning your weight on one palm as he smears some cream on your red shoulder.
It's silent until he's finished with the click of the lid being closed.
You glance behind you to see if he's really finished before pulling back up your tank top.
"Come back to me tomorrow morning to reapply it and come in the night. With routine treatment, there should be no physical damage or scarring within two weeks." He says as he places the tin of cream away. You notice he hadn't been wearing gloves- which you considered odd because you knew he was such a neat freak about touching other people.
"I will track you down myself if I have to, but please, don't make me do it," when you look into his eyes there's almost a sincerity in them. You never thought you'd see a Vulcan showing emotion.
You nod your head and get off the bed.
"Got it. Don't worry, wouldn't want our best doctor getting distracted," you joke softly and are about to leave before he grabs your wrist.
His eyes seem worried when you look into them, but then you blink and it's gone.
"No patient of mine is a distraction. You need care just as anyone else on this ship does. You are important," He tells you firmly, but there's a softness to it that belies the formality of a doctor and their patient.
After that, the two of you go your separate ways.
You stay awake in bed, his words replaying over and over in your head, a sheep frollicking around.
While he stays in the clinic for a little bit longer, looking down at his hands as he reminisces of the feel of your skin under his touch.
