<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br/>Location: Mess Hall<br/>Tagging: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br/><hr/>Dorn sat attentively while T'Rena spoke of her father. His stew and beverage went untouched while she spoke, and the female hybrid had his undivided attention. He found her easy to listen to and easy to look at. There was something about the way she smiled that touched the parts of Dorn within him that were cold and distant and seemed to thaw them. It was a reaction that made him feel uneasy for letting it happen - that it happened without his control. It was a vulnerability, he was sure.<br/><br/>"What does it mean to be a Kolinahr Vulcan?" Dorn asked respectfully. "Is it a cultural distinction? Ethnic? I must confess that my only impression of Vulcans is the archetypal one of an individual who has forsaken emotion in favor of pure logic. Beyond that, a few biological facts, and a cursory history of Vulcan as a founding member of the Federation, I know very little of Vulcans. I am somewhat more versed with knowledge of Romulus and Romulans, but hardly an expert in that subject, either."