This here is the OOC for Starfleet Academy! in the spoiler is the CS and below I will post those characters that have been accepted<br/><br/><br/>Link to main thread: https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268171.0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=268171.0)<br/><br/>Link to Dormitory thread https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269790 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269790)<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Roommate Assignments</div><div class="spoiler_body">Female <br/>Rachel Hummel/ Rosalyn Janeway (Room 107)<br/><br/>T'Rena T'Gai/  Nillent Moiran  (Room 105)<br/><br/><br/>Male<br/><br/> Mika Rodriguez/ Alric Dorn (Room 111)<br/><br/>T'Set Vaan/ N/A         (Room 112)<br/><br/>And as Ao Targa is a Diplomat on exchange he is in private rooms unless he requests otherwise</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Map of campus</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://i.imgur.com/bs43nDC.jpg)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Map of Dormitory</div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://s66.photobucket.com/user/SavinaHime/media/Dormitory%20map_zpslg7a5gjw.png.html)</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> CS </div><div class="spoiler_body">Username:<br/>Name:<br/>Age:<br/>Species:<br/>Gender: <br/>Home Planet:<br/>Sexuality:<br/>Appearance:<br/>Personality:<br/>What major are you thinking of pursuing:<br/>Bio:</div></div><br/>Fan-made races:<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Chakoonian</div><div class="spoiler_body"> This fan-made race is very fleshed out on a dedicated website http://z15.invisionfree.com/Planet_Chakoonia/index.php?showtopic=5 (http://z15.invisionfree.com/Planet_Chakoonia/index.php?showtopic=5)  Please contact JS Rogers for permission if you wish to use this race</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Uyv’Yspua</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Name: Dhathatlom<br/>Class: L<br/>Type: Planet<br/>Status: barely habitable<br/>Native Species: Uyv’Yspua (Pronounced Uv Spa)<br/>Location: Gamma Quadrant<br/><br/><br/>Dhathatlom is a harsh class L planet composed mostly of rocks, sand, and dirt. Its inhabitants live in the caves that make up this planet's interior.<br/><br/><br/>Planetary data<br/><br/><br/>The planet is a spheroid-shaped body with a circumference of 24,874 miles, a mass of 6e21×1021, a mean density of 5.517, and an atmosphere of nitrogen and oxygen. The land is dotted with large mountains, plateaus, and oceans of sand. As one goes north to the poles the land becomes more harsh and cold. Rain is sparse at the equator and most rain is gone within moments as it's sucked into the dry landscape. Sand storms rage for miles and can strip flesh from bone if not protected.<br/><br/><br/>The above surface temperatures​ are always roughly 150 degrees during daylight and into the negatives at night. Leading most animal life to have developed underground. The rotation of the planet gives it roughly 12 hour days, a few hours of twilight and dawn, and 14 hours of the night for a total day length of 40 hours. A year cycle is roughly 569 Earth days as the planet travels around the sun.<br/><br/><br/>The planet itself is ripe with metals and minerals and rare crystals that are useful for spaceships. It has no other discernable value.<br/><br/><br/>History<br/><br/><br/>Dhathatlom is a planet too close to its gas giant star and therefore it's unpleasant and hard for life to be sustainable. It took far longer to develop rudimentary life and then longer still for that life to develop to the sentient status.<br/><br/><br/>If not for the cache of minerals and metals needed for spaceships no one would have ever come to this planet and discovered the inhabitants of the world.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Uyv’Yspua<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The creatures of Dhathatlom developed to tolerate the high heat and sandy conditions of their planet but did not develop much beyond that. The thick seasonal fur would grow puffy during the wind months and then in the hot months it was mostly shed to allow cooler body temperatures. The massive ears serve as a heat sink funneling hot body temperature up and through their ears. The long bushy tail act as a means to filter the sand from their mouth and nose while they sleep. Despite the fur, Uyv’Yspua are not suited for colder environments; their bodies are too proficient at shedding excess heat and can't stay warm much below 50 degrees. They developed an ability to draw moisture out of the food they ate and how to survive on very little water.<br/><br/><br/>Tech wise the creatures never developed past hunter-gatherers because they had to constantly move in search of water. When the Dominion found them they realized how beneficial the species could be off the world. The Vhora were seen as gods for they flew and created food and water from nothing and helped to establish communities larger than clans.<br/><br/><br/>Using the primitives as slave labor, essentially, they encouraged a breeding program that encouraged the smallest, most docile and loyal subjects to breed. Over the course of generations, the population was completely subservient and loyal.<br/><br/><br/>These new Uyv’Yspua where soon siphoned from the ranks, the old Uyv’Yspua where no longer allowed to breed and died out. The new Uyv’Yspua were soon being bred and raised in chambers to encourage they maintained genetic purity.<br/><br/><br/>The Uyv’Yspua we're taken off planet and to other dry, hot inhospitable worlds to find anything useful on the planet. Others were given as gifts to loyal subjects. And the Uyv’Yspua never complained because the gods had saved them. Entire batches we're lost on a frozen world before they realized that despite the fur, they were not able to tolerate cold well.<br/><br/><br/>They were of no use fighting because the fight had been literally bred out of them but with their unassuming nature they made perfect pets and spies and they were natural heaters.<br/><br/><br/>In history past the Uyv’Yspua stood at comparable human heights, the current Uyv’Yspua now stands anywhere from 4’ to 5’, with the preference towards shorter members. They're toned but not strong allowing little resistance from the creatures. They are also surprisingly light, easier to run across the sand oceans.<br/><br/><br/>Uyv’Yspua are known for their acute hearing and ability to survive on very little food and water. They are able to detect a mechanical copy of a voice and some have been able to mimic voices perfectly, provided the creatures octaves are in a range for the Uyv’Yspua to hit.<br/><br/><br/>Though considered a nocturnal race the Uyv’Yspua actually cannot see in dark conditions any better than a human. Their eyes will glow/reflect light but it's more of a defense against transitioning to the surface from the caves. A typical Uyv’Yspua will navigate in the dark using their advanced hearing for prey or predator. It's hard to sneak up on a Uyv’Yspua in quiet environments.<br/><br/><br/>The basic communication between Uyv’Yspua’s will be a complex series of chattering, purring, barks, growls and squeaks. They're capable, once learning a language, of speaking it but for non-anthro creatures it's impossible to replicate their language without a form of mechanical assistance.<br/><br/><br/>Mating was once a complex dance between two partners but since becoming breeding stock this traditional rite has been lost. The Uyv’Yspua couple for life and can produce a kit, a young Uyv’Yspua, every 5 to 6 months. The population was always low so birth rates were high. It was triggered by an individual vixens heat cycle. A clan of females would go into a form of heat together making it easier to grow a clan. Now the typical Uyv’Yspua will never have a sexual partner because the need to reproduce has been given to specific members by their gods. They still have their heat period but with advanced medical science, it is less disruptive to the Dominion’s plans.<br/></div></div><br/><hr/><div align="center">Accepted Characters:</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Rachel Hummel </div><div class="spoiler_body"> (http://i.imgur.com/C3jLjC1.jpg)<br/>Username: Goldenspider666<br/>Name: Rachel Hummel<br/>Age: 22<br/>Species: Human<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Home Planet: Earth<br/>Sexuality: Bi<br/>Personality: Introverted, shy, avid reader and loves to learn, Loyal to a fault. <br/>What major are you thinking of pursuing: Exobiology<br/>Bio: Rachel was adopted at a young age when the remnants of the Dominion attacked a Federation space station, herself. her father and her mother were onboard at the time, her father died in the blast and she and her mother barely made it to an escape pod, her mother died due to her injuries not long after, Rachel was adopted by a lesbian couple who loved her like her own but always made sure that she didn't forget her real parents and the great things they did<br/><br/></div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Rosalyn Janway</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/35000000/Karen-Gillan-doctor-who-series-7-35070093-500-696.jpg)</div>Username: LamentingQuill<br/>Name: Rosalyn Kathryn Janeway<br/>Age: 18<br/>Species: Human<br/>Gender:  Female<br/>Home Planet: Earth<br/>Sexuality: Heterosexual<br/>Appearance: {See photo}<br/>Personality: Rosalyn is as many would say, a chip off the old block... some would say it's like having her mother back at the academy. Kind, intelligent (sometimes too much for her own good), brave (again, sometimes too much for her own good) and loyal, Rosalyn is the sort that would never turn her back on someone in trouble or in need, she is as stubborn and determined as her mother has ever been and she's not afraid to speak whatever is on her mind. <br/><br/>Rosalyn Janeway is the type that will look someone boldly in the face after being told she can't rise to a challenge and say “Watch me” without blinking even once.<br/><br/>What major are you thinking of pursuing: Astrophysics, grew up learning from her mother and Aunt Seven, so why not?<br/><br/>Dreams one day of Captaining her own ship, just like her mother. Someday, when the time is right.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Bio:<br/><br/>Written essay from Rosalyn Kathryn Janeway:<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.images.express.co.uk/img/dynamic/79/590x/secondary/173114.jpg)</div>Where to begin... well, maybe a little about my family? My mom is definitely a huge part of me. Let's see... well, everyone knows that mom spent fifteen years strictly performing duties as an admiral after returning from the Delta Quadrant and then decided she wanted to be a mom while she still had the capability of carrying a child herself... thus, my mother and the love of her life, whom you'd know as Commander Chakotay, decided it was time to stop dancing around their feelings and got married, then they made me. Nine months later, Hello Rosalyn Kathryn Janeway. <br/><br/>We've kept in touch with many of the former Voyager crew that my mom had served with while lost in the Delta Quadrant, we see Aunt Seven, Uncle Tuvok and my Aunt Be'lanna and Uncle Tom often, my older cousin Miral and I are close, but she is often busy performing her Starfleet duties. She sees me when she can. <br/>I admit that I've grown up fairly sheltered and protected my whole life, but I don't resent my mother for this... I've seen the list of names of crewmen my mom lost in the Delta Quadrant at the hands of unfriendly individuals encountered on the trek home... I may not be thrilled by it at times, but I do understand where it is coming from and I'm not angry. Mom just doesn't want to see something terrible happen to me as well, what mother does? My dad though was huge in helping my mom to feel comfortable enough to let go, those two are always so in sync with each other, always talking and flowing together in a way that makes me hope for the same thing one day when I'm lucky enough to find love myself. I want a man too that will be my best friend, my partner, my backup in troubling times, my lover, my everything.<br/><br/>I've spent much of my years learning and being educated by those qualified that I am fortunate enough to have close to me, I have been learning much about astrophysics, piloting and quick thinking in a tight spot... my family apparently has been in enough of them to be experts on the subject...<br/>My folks have taught me so much too about where I come from, my Irish roots and my Native American, my father has taught me all about his people and told me many, many stories about my grandfather.<br/><br/>However, I feel now that it's time to begin a whole new chapter in my life, I want to step a foot forward into the world... <div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/84/51/bf/8451bf7f41482a5d95bf0f251f88aad5.jpg)</div>no, into the universe... I want to serve Starfleet, I want to serve the United Federation of Planets, I want to be of use to this big wondrous cosmos all around me. I want to do my mother's legacy proud... my mother's father served Starfleet, my mother served Starfleet, my father served Starfleet (with a dash of maqui past) and now I too will proudly serve Starfleet.<br/>My parents believe in me, I am so grateful for that... they, of course, are a little concerned, which is natural and normal after their experiences, but they have so much faith in me and I will not disappoint them, their faith will not be misplaced.<br/><br/>I've been happy and comfortable in my life as it is, but... I feel like there is more for me, I feel like there is more I can contribute to this Federation, to all the good people and species involved, I believe in my whole heart that with time and effort, I can do some good. I am capable of so much more, and soon... I hope to discover just exactly what that will be...<br/><br/>~Rosalyn Kathryn Janeway<br/></div></div><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Ao Targa</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/dzxRK4F.jpg)</div>Name: Ao Targa<br/>Age: 21<br/>Species: Wadi<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Home Planet: Tomorela IV<br/>Sexuality: Bisexual with a Female Preference. [Player is Hetero, but not opposed to character having "off-camera" same-sex encounters.]<br/><br/>Appearance: An attractive Wadi with what seems to be the requisite bizarre hair and impish smile. Looks like he's incapable of taking anything seriously, which as a Wadi is a distinct possibility. Pretty much as the photo but with purple patches of skin, especially on his forehead. Some of which are painted on.<br/><br/>Personality: As a Wadi, he seems to be absolutely obsessed with Games and Gambling. To the point of there being a theory of a species-wise psychosis of some kind. Other scientists suspect an evolutionary quirk allowing Wadi brains to calculate probabilities with relative ease and their culture snowballing from there. Ao's smile speaks of knowing something you don't and the game is afoot. Intelligent, arguably too a fault, and a bit of a smart-ass his better qualities sometimes take a bit more effort to find. He might be obsessed with games and gambling but he isn't a sore loser for example.<br/><br/>The son of a Master Surchid [Roughly a cross between a Chess Grandmaster and a President], Ao has always had high expectations put on him as a Wadi Gamesmaster. As such there's a surprising level of ruthlessness and with his easy-play attitude, it's easy to forget that he's actually quite cunning and calculating even by Wadi standards. He'll rise to any challenge put before him just to see if he can, and if he fails he'll seem to just have a good laugh - but he's really planning the next strategy for the Game.<br/><br/>What major are you thinking of pursuing: Probability Mechanics. This isn't entirely a joke, Wadi do seem naturally adept at calculating probabilities. To the point that some theorize that they're all a little psychic about it.<br/><br/><br/>Bio: Ao Targa is the son of Falow Targa, the Wadi credited with making official First Contact with the Federation. Natives of the Gamma Quadrant, the Wadi reportedly met with Captain Benjamin Sisko for all of a few seconds then cleaned out the local Dabo tables at a Quark's Bar and introduced DS9 to the Wadi's own game of Chula. Or as the Federation would call that last one, kidnapped and suspended 4 senior officers in a pocket reality where the players seemingly had to succeed in games to survive. Fortunately, Chula is just a game and the victims - even the ones that had apparently died horribly - were returned unharmed when the Game was over. Chula is just a Game after all.<br/><br/>Wadi-Federation Diplomacy went a bit smoother after that. A bit. There's no shortage of Federation Diplomats that will tell you that the most infuriating thing about negotiating with Wadi is that they're so willing to put things up to a wager. Entire months of work are routinely flushed down the toilets when someone on the Wadi side gets it on a lark to put a major diplomatic point up to a hand at a card game. And yet they keep trying, the Wadi are apparently a major player in the Gamma Quadrant when it comes to their technological and scientific advancement. Say what you will about a planet of Gamblers and Gamers, they do all occasionally get some thinking done.<br/><br/>Ao Targa is the Son of Master Surchid Falow Targa, one of the most important political figures on Tomorela IV. A position Falow won in a game tournament no less. It's not as bizarre as it sounds, Wadi pick their leaders with game tournaments with games that often go toward the job. Great things are expected of Ao, and he has no intention of letting down his people.<br/><br/>In fact, after years of trying the Wadi are finally considering a possible alliance or even possibly entry into the Federation. Maybe. The Wadi seem to have gotten it into their heads that they're willing to put an entry into the Federation up to a Wager, a Grand Tournament featuring an array of Games both Wadi and Federation. Technically the Wadi delegation aren't true students, they're diplomatic exchanges with their own mission to learn Games of the Federation. The hope is that the Wadi commit to the Federation just in time to have a batch of graduating cadets ready to go. And Ao intends to play his own game on top of those to prove that he's worthy of the title of Master Surchid all his own.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Alric Dorn</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br/>Age: 27<br/>Species: Cardassian<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Home Planet: Bajor/Cardassia Prime<br/>Sexuality: Heterosexual<br/><br/><br/>Dorn is quite tall: he stands 2.2 meters. He has very broad shoulders and a musclebound physique. <br/><br/>Personality: Dorn projects a certain amount of confidence that some might say borders on arrogance. This is because that is how he believes a good Cardassian should act. In the main, however, Dorn is a calm, cool, and collected man who is not given to strong emotions and does not express emotions unless moved to extremes. Dorn is somewhat lacking in empathy; his own weak emotions have left him with little frame of reference to understand the emotions of others and with a significant handicap when it comes to putting himself in other's positions. This does not mean that he is without compassion, however - though many would believe Cardassians utterly bereft of such - Dorn is capable of recognizing distress and to feel the desire to alleviate the suffering of another being, but his ability to devise an appropriate response is wanting. Dorn's education has left him with an almost eidetic memory and a will strong enough to resist the abilities of most telepathic species, such as the Vulcans' mind melding or the abilities of the Betazoids. <br/><br/>To a certain degree, Dorn feels the xenophobia and territoriality that his people are well-known for. Dorn does not like it when others touch his things, come to his quarters without invitation (when they do not have the authority to do so - it is perfectly acceptable for an instructor to enter unannounced and uninvited, but not so much when it is a fellow student), or enter his personal space. His formative years may have left him with issues surrounding physical intimacy, and Dorn finds even something as commonplace as shaking hands with others an unpleasantness. But he is quite capable of the deep loyalty that his people are known for, as well - it would be quite possible for Dorn to devote himself to a group of peers the way the stereotypical Cardassian devotes themselves to family and State.<br/><br/>What major are you thinking of pursuing: Security/Tactical<br/><br/>Bio: Dorn is the illegitimate son of a once-powerful Legate and a soldier under his command. The affair between the two would have ruined the Legate's career if exposed, and so Dorn was given up shortly after being born. He was raised in a Bajoran orphanage and he was greatly mistreated by the Bajorans who were his keepers. There were other Cardassian children, and Cardassian/Bajoran hybrids, who lived at the orphanage. All were treated poorly and subject to physical and mental abuse. <br/><br/>Dorn's suffering largely came to an end when Gul Dukat's work saw the war orphans returned to Cardassia. His father, a man who held to Cardassian values, ensuring that Dorn was taken care of when the boy returned to Cardassia Prime. Although the Legate could not acknowledge Dorn, he did act as a benefactor - seeing that Dorn received an education and housing. However, Dorn's father and mother died during the Dominion War, and the boy was left to grow up in the turbulent times that followed. <br/><br/>Although Dorn was provided for in a material sense, he still carried the stigma of being an orphan. The attempts to reform the Cardassian Union did not change the hearts and minds of the people on that subject quickly, and being an orphan whose formative years were spent on Bajor proved to be another mark against Dorn. There was also the practical matter that it had put him behind in his studies in comparison to others his age. There was no succor for Dorn in the family, and very little in the State. With these two pillars of Cardassian society unable to provide for Dorn, the Cardassian made a very difficult choice once he completed his education, reached the age of majority, and completed an unsatisfactory term of service with the remnants of the Cardassian military (some four years in the 13th Order - his experience was, in the main, reconstruction, reclamation, and combat drilling). Dorn felt alone among his own species and within the infrastructure, he was supposed to dedicate himself to. It was not only his own feelings that made him alienated but deep-seated cultural values. Dorn was a man without family, and no one wanted their daughter to marry a man without a strong family. His pedigree was entirely unknown and that had its own share of potential pitfalls. <br/><br/>Dorn petitioned to join Starfleet Academy. His first application was rejected, but he applied again and was granted an interview. The interview did not go entirely well, but Dorn showed something to the Andorian that inclined the interviewer to regard Dorn's petition favorably and grant Dorn admittance to Starfleet Academy.</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XwxDSIZ.png)</div>Name: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br/>Faction: Federation<br/>Species: Vulcan/Romulan<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Age:20 <br/>Home Planet: Vulcan <br/>City: Shi'Kahr<br/>Birthdate: July 17<br/>ID Number: 1130055979 <br/>Sexuality" Heterosexual<br/>Height: 5'10"<br/>Weight: 58kg<br/>Traits: Creative, Resilient, Emotional, Peaceful, Congenial<br/>Department: Science<br/>Quote: "To some, I am a half-breed, to others merely a mistake, to me, I am unique.”<br/>Specialization: Xenobiology<br/><br/><br/><br/>Biography: T'Rena of Vulcan, born to a Vulcan father, Sherrick, and a Romulan mother, Lumineth. She is a creature of two very different worlds and peoples. Her upbringing allows her to be both mentally logic and emotional when they are needed. At a young age, tragedy struck when her father was killed while captaining his starship. Her mother raised her from there on instilling both the Vulcan and Romulan ways she was born to. T'Rena was always sure she would go to Starfleet, after a time of taking classes at the Vulcan Science Academy. From there she will be taken to places she had never dreamed of. Her father's IDIC award still travels with her wherever she goes as a constant reminder of her father's bravery.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> T'set Vaan</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div>STARFLEET PERSONNEL FILE: T'set Vaan<br/>Full Name: T'set Vaan<br/>Species/Gender: Half-Romulan and Half-Vulcan Male<br/>Birthday: September 12<br/>Parents: Chavek Vaan (Romulan-Father; Alive) and Saeihr Vaan (Vulcan-Mother; Deceased)<br/>Siblings: None<br/>Children: None<br/>Education: N/A<br/>Marital status: Single<br/>Height:  1.77m (5'10")<br/>Weight:  66 kg (147 lbs)<br/><br/>T'set Vaan is of an intriguing bloodline, he is half-Vulcan and half-Romulan. T'set's father, Chavek, was an aid to Vice-Proconsul M'ret who defected to the Federation along with M'ret and another aid and was smuggled aboard the Enterprise-D in stasis due to the efforts of Spock and the crew of the Enterprise-D...Mainly in particular Captain Jean-Luc Picard and Counselor Deana Troi (TNG Episode 139 - Face of the Enemy).<br/><br/>Shortly after he was awakened from stasis he made a request after going through all of the questioning and interrogation Starfleet would have logically made before letting three high-ranking Romulans into the Federation to be taken to Vulcan as he wanted to have an opportunity to mend the fences between the Romulans and the Vulcans.<br/><br/>His father did his best to try to understand the Vulcans their way of life but he had a lot of difficulties due to the differences between Romulans and Vulcans.<br/><br/>He, however, met a Vulcan woman named Saeirh, that he grew enamored with and the woman was one of the first to approach the Romulan on Vulcan.<br/><br/>Whether it was through Pon Farr or some other reason, the two eventually got married in an effort to show that Romulans and Vulcans can build a bridge between the cultural gap the two species have.<br/><br/>Unfortunately...<br/><br/>When T'set's mother was giving birth to him there were complications in the pregnancy that led to her death.<br/><br/>T'set's father then made the decision to leave Vulcan than to stay here and have his son be raised by Vulcans. It was not out of rudeness, but he felt that his son would be torn apart in the two differing philosophies of Vulcans and Romulans and since T'set's mother was not around it would complicate matters in terms of T'set's father being a Romulan raising a son on Vulcan. He felt that it would be a difficult task.<br/><br/>With assistance from Spock, T'set and his father relocated to Earth...in particular, San Francisco<br/><br/>When T'set was old enough, he decided that to honor his father, his mother, Spock, and the crew of the Enterprise who assisted in saving his father in joining Starfleet.</div></div><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Zaheil</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/Prince-Omega/Zaheil_zpsibntwufd.jpg)</div>Username: Theo<br/>Name: Zaheil<br/>Age: 24<br/>Height: 5 ft 2<br/>Species: Ferengi<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Home Planet: Ferenginar<br/>Sexuality: Straight<br/>Appearance: See Pic<br/>Personality: Ambitious; Quick to please; Short tempered; Always has an ear open for profit<br/>What major are you thinking of pursuing: Engineering<br/>Bio:Born and raised on Feregniar, Zaheil was taught at an early age the inner workings of the Ferengi way of life. That there were only three things of major importance in Ferengi society. Latnium, Power, and Latnium. Everything else fell by the wayside. Friends. Family. None of it mattered as long as you made a profit at the end of the day. Zaheil followed his father's advice well enough to make any parent proud, with one major exception. The same exception his father had when HIS father had given him advice. Nobody messes with his Moogie.  And for a time, it seemed as though the Ferengi had a bright, latnium lined future ahead of him. <br/><br/>When he isn't making profit, Zaheil busies himself with taking things apart and putting them back together. Not because he finds it particularly interesting, but because an items parts might fetch a higher price on the open market than the item itself. When his third cousin Nog heard about his cousin's past time he arranged for the two of them to meet, finding himself surprised with Zaheil's ability to disassemble and reassemble something he, to Nog's knowledge, had never handled before. After several failed attempts to convince his cousin to come and join the illustrious Star Fleet, he finally realized who he was talking to. Not his cousin, but a fellow Ferengi. Once that realization was made it was easy to convince Zaheil that joining Star Fleet was a very profitable business venture, and if he didn't believe it he should take a look at what Nog himself had done. Captain of his own star ship. Females under his command. The thought was enough to have Zaheil licking his sharpened teeth with a grin, his only response to his cousin's words being "Alright. Sign me up, Captain"</div></div>