<strong>CREW BIOS</strong><br/><br/>COMMANDING OFFICER<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Elena Williams<div class="floatright">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/40de49ca-31b4-4bf0-8eca-695340f8d6f8_zps8c81d9f2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Age:</strong>38<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Bisexual<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong><br/>Ons<br/>BDSM, force, NC, romance, kidnap, ask if not sure<br/>Offs<br/>Bodily functions, death, maiming<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Commanding Officer<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Captain<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Standing at 5'9 Elena is a stunning black woman.  She has long dark hair that is usually worn in a plait down her back.  Her eyes are dark brown, full of wisdom and experience.  She is curvy, but extremely fit.  Her large bosom tends to draw unwanted attention but she is now used to it and able to deal with it.  She has long legs and a typical hour glass figure.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>A very responsible woman.  Warm, understanding and always has time, but she does not suffer fools or time wasters.  She is a very dedicated woman, has a fiery temper and can be abrupt and sarcastic.  She believes in leading by example, not afraid to get her hands dirty she is a woman many respect.  Not a woman to anger, she is not afraid to stand up for what she believes.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born to serving officers on 23rd June 2341. Elena was a Fleet brat all her life.  She was educated from a young age to enter the academy.  She was always fascinated by science, and entered the academy as a science cadet.<br/><br/><strong>Service Record:</strong><br/>2357 - Entered Starfleet Academy as a Science Cadet<br/>2361 - Graduated, assigned to the USS Curie as an Ensign in the Science Department<br/>2363 - Promoted to Lieutenant JG<br/>2365 - Assigned to the USS Denver as Chief Science Officer and promoted to Lieutenant<br/>2368 - Changed direction in career, returning to the Academy, studying the command pathway<br/>2370 - Graduated the Academy, assigned to the USS Gangees as XO ranked Lieutenant Commander<br/>2375 - Assigned to the USS Washington as Commanding Officer, ranked Commander<br/>2379 - Promoted to Captain, assigned to the USS Zhukov.<br/><br/><strong>Played by:</strong>Kaz<br/><br/><hr/>EXECUTIVE OFFICER<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20110405001044/supermanrebirth/images/d/d7/Henry_Cavill.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>James T. Kirk Jr.<br/><strong>Age:</strong>33<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong><br/>On's- Romance, light bondage, exotic women, titfucking, (ask for others if your wondering what else)<br/>Off's- NC, pegging, death, scat, maiming, tentacles<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Executive (First) Officer<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Lieutenant Commander<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>James Kirk stands at 6 feet 3 inches tall and weighs 225 pounds. His hair is a chestnut brown color, with a natural curl in front, and he has cobalt blue eyes. He makes sure to maintain a rugged physique and has a natural square "hero's jaw" that gives him a noble physique.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Kirk has a strong moral center and devotion to the values he found embodied in the Federation, he, his father Peter and his great-uncle, the famous James T. Kirk, spending most of their lives in its service and defense. In some incidents, he risked his life for causes he deemed just and deserving recognition. His confidence in his righteousness sometimes led him to creatively interpret, and outright disobey, his orders (though these have been few and far between). With the weight of being related to the most famous and highly-decorated officer of Starfleet, James sometimes feels pressured to perform as well as his great-uncle did. He aspires to captain a starship like him as well as instill the same loyalty in his crew as he had done. With these aspirations and knowledge if his familial ties, James throws caution to the wind most of the time to try and avoid mistakes that made the Kirk name both famous and infamous.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born April 22nd, 2346, to Peter Kirk and his wife, James was named out of the admiration Peter had for his Uncle Jim. With Peter being a part of the Starfleet Diplomatic Corps., James was introduced to the Starfleet lifestyle from day one, the only exception being was that Peter had more of a desk job than that of a starship officer jumping from ship assignment to ship assignment. As he grew up, his father had instilled upon him some lessons of diplomacy to which James still uses today, but his main fascination came from readin about the many starships that Starfleet has built over the years. He read book after book over them, even going as far as to memorize the schematics of the original Enterprise and Enterprise A. Though still the idea of commanding one of these fine ships was tantalizing. So when he turned eighteen the obvious choice was to enlist in Starfleet. He entered into the command circuit, but he was able to swing a few extra classes in engineering to sate his need for the machines (though this had him running ragged through most of his first year). During his second year of command classes it came time for the Koniyashi Maru, the test said to be one that only a Kirk could beat (that being given because of his great-uncle and father). He did not acheive success his first time and then sat to test another four times in the next two years, only getting close to winning on his fourth and final try. He was the first Kirk to not pass the Kobiyashi Maru.<br/><br/><strong>Service Record:</strong><br/><strong>2364</strong>: Enlisted in Starfleet Academy under the command track<br/><strong>2368</strong>: Graduated with honors and the rank of Ensign. First assigned to the USS Farragut as a junior engineering officer.<br/><strong>2370</strong>: promoted to Lieutenant JG and Chief Engineering officer aboard the Farrragut.<br/><strong>2371</strong>: transferred to the refited USS Republic as the ships new XO.<br/><strong>2375</strong>: Captain of the Republic is injured and killed after an encounter with rouge Klingons and James takes over in the captains chair for a short time. Was offered the command of the ship but declined feeling he needed more service time before he took command of a ship. Was given the rank of Lieutenant in light of his service in the chair.<br/><strong>2377</strong>: promoted to lieutenant-commander<br/><strong>2379</strong>: reassigned to the USS Zhukov as the ships XO.<br/><br/><strong>Played by:</strong>Jmorty33<br/><hr/>CHIEF FLIGHT CONTROL OFFICER<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcT4YsF18nqTEy7P8mYtKA6ikKA9L8ya4n9ZMA6afyijQX6WtaWbkA)</div><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Jack “rabbit” Elburn<br/><strong>Age: </strong>30<br/><strong>Gender: </strong>Male<br/><strong>Race: </strong>Human<br/><strong>Sexuality: </strong>Straight<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong><br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Chief Flight Control Officer<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Lieutenant<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>Eyes: Brown<br/>Hair: Light brownish orange<br/>Height: 6'0"<br/>Weight: 190<br/><br/><strong>Personality: </strong>He acts more than a little cocky, because he’s used to things just working out for him. However, there’s a small part of him that is terrified whenever he steps onto a ship. Since he’s never truly been tested, he’s afraid that when his luck finally runs out, his skills won’t be good enough<br/><br/><strong>History: </strong>Jack’s life can be described with one word: Lucky.<br/>He was born just a few hours after his parents had nearly died in a traffic accident. He almost died from a disease when he was 6, but a doctor who specialized in that disease happened to have stopped by the hospital. When he was 10 and his dog ran away, the very first place he looked was the place he dog had gone. At school, the questions on the test always seemed to be the exact on he studied for. When he asked out the most popular student at his school, it was on the exact day that she had seen her boyfriend frenching the cheer captain. Even going to the federation academy came because the father of his friend, a flight officer himself, say Jack doing particularly well at a flight sim game and suggested that he apply.<br/><br/><strong>Service Record: </strong><br/>2366 Enlisted with Starfleet.  Chosen for an Officer Candidacy Program.<br/>2370 Graduated Starfleet Academy, Assigned to USS Carolina<br/>2372 Promoted to Lieutenant, Transferred to USS Excaliber<br/>2379 Assigned to USS Zhukov as Chief  Flight Control Officer<br/><br/><hr/>CHIEF SECURITY & TACTICAL OFFICER<br/><br/><hr/>SECURITY OFFICER<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)http://</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitala "Kitty", daughter of Christiana, daughter of Ottavia and Oragh, son of Morgh<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Half-klingon<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong><br/><br/>Ons: Romance, giving oral, being the more submissive partner, in-depth playing (literacy and being descriptive), foreplay<br/>Offs: Death, things-that-belong-in-the-toilet-and-not-on-my-body, severely injuring, sex with monsters<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Security Officer<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Lieutenant Junior Grade<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Kitala, born to a Human mother and a Klingon father, has the typical rough exterior a Klingon has, yet her female forms are much more refined than those of average Klingon women. Her hairline is closer to that of a normal Human being, although she does have the distinctive Klingon wrinkled forehead. Her hair is more or less human, dark brown as her Human roots are Italian. Her eyes have a dark, chocolate-brown colour and her eyebrows define her face beautifully. Although she does look feminine in all possible ways, Kitala can be very blunt and swipe the average adult man off his feet. She stands 5'7" tall and her breasts are rather large for her frame, standing out from her flat stomach at a full D-cup.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Kitty is all in all a very loud, extroverted person who takes pride in joking and fooling around. She has been raised mainly by her mother as her father had business to attend, but her instincts drove her to things that made her Klingon-self stand out even more. Her way of behaving is more like her father, but she looks more like her mother. Her Human and Klingon self cause a lot of inner turmoil in the young woman though, and make her question her existence, whether she should be Klingon and devoted to martial arts, or Human and devoted to having a family.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born to a Human female and raised on planet Earth, Kitty had a rather normal youth and grew up as a healthy young woman. Throughout her life, sports have kept her going and she still enjoys kickboxing as it relieves her from daily stress and her hunger for fighting. More to follow.<br/><br/><strong>Service Record:</strong><br/>2371: enlisted in Starfleet, studying martial arts and parts of xenolinguistics<br/>2374: graduated form the Academy, assigned to USS Enterprise-E in the second half of the year, guided by her uncle, Worf.<br/>2379: assigned to USS Zhukov as Security Officer, the Enterprise-E being destroyed.<br/><br/><hr/>CHIEF OPERATIONS OFFICER<br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f7/Vulcan_by_Webcomicfan.jpg)<br/>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/42/Valdore_%28Admiral%29.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Havuk<br/><strong>Age:</strong>33<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human/Vulcan<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong>Inter-species, inter-racial, holograms, androids, BDSM<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Chief of Operations<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Lieutenant Commander<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Havuk is about six feet tall with a thick, muscular build.  He is shorter and stockier than an average Vulcan.  His jaw is larger than average.  Other than that, he has typical Vulcan features.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Havuk is mostly introverted without being shy.  He is able to interact with others confidently, but prefers to be alone with his ideas.  However, attractive females make him extroverted.  He is much more sensing than intuitive, more thinking than feeling, and more perceiving than judging.  He uses facts and logic to make decisions and come up with solutions.  His interests are broad, and he is probably skilled enough to be the Science Officer himself.  However, with his skill in technology along with science, piloting and navigation, having him be a Chief of Operations while sitting next to the helmsan like his hero, Data, did seems like a natural fit for Havuk.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Havuk's father was a Vulcan soldier and his mother was a human exotic dancer.  They met during one of her performances.  His father was married to a Vulcan woman at the time and was unaware he had a bastard child.  Havuk spent much of his life growing up in the dressing rooms of these dancers, where he got to see the most beautiful females of all species wearing next to nothing.  They also thought he was really cute and paid lots of attention to him.  The rest of the time, he constantly studied science, practiced martial arts and programmed games with holograms.<br/><br/><strong>Service Record:</strong><br/>2364: Declined admission to Vulcan Science Academy.  Enlisted in Starfleet Academy on a science officer track.<br/>2367: Rejected from the Nova Squadron elite flight team because Wesley Crusher had better scores.  The team was later involved in a collision that got one of five cadets killed.  Excelled in athletics, including winning the sector championships for martial arts teams.  Hustled other students in poker and billiards.  Had lots of sex with fellow cadets of all species.<br/>2368: Graduated valedictorian.  Gave speech before Admiral Jean-Luc Picard's commencement speech.  Commissioned with the rank of ensign.  Specialized in computer programming.  Excelled in other technical and science courses.  Double-majored in engineering and exobiology.  Declined admission to Starfleet Medical Academy.  First assigned to the<em>USS Enterprise-D</em>as junior engineering officer.<br/>2371:<em>USS Enterprise-D</em>was destroyed in engagement with renegade Klingons.  Assigned to shore leave and training.<br/>2372: Assigned to<em>USS Enterprise-E</em>.<br/>2379:<em>USS Enterprise-E</em>is damaged.  Commander Data is killed.  Havuk thought he would replace Data as the new operations officer.  However, while senior staff ended up either on Picard's<em>USS Enterprise-E</em>or Riker's<em>USS Titan</em>, some junior officers, including Havuk, were assigned to other ships for the sake of sharing their experience among the fleet.  Reassigned to the<em>USS Zhukov</em>as Chief of Operations.<br/><br/><hr/>CHIEF ENGINEERING OFFICER<br/><div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm81vkrmYo1qk799co1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Idria Koenig<br/><strong>Age:</strong>31<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Lesbian<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong><br/><br/>Ons:<br/>Blindfolds, Bondage, Cunnilingus, Handcuffs, Knife play<br/><br/>Offs:<br/>Anal, Bodily Fluids, Tickling, Toilet Play<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Chief Engineer<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Lieutenant<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Gentle coils of a deep blood red, with emerald green eyes that seem to pierce the soul.  Her skin is soft and silky smooth, with not a single imperfection on the soft alabaster flesh.  Her uniform hugs in all the right places, enhancing the lines of her bust, her thighs and her ass.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Idria is, despite what most people think, a very personable individual who prefers to talk and make conversation while on the job.  She isn't afraid of getting hands on, and prefers a close working relationship with the people under her.  However, when it comes to authority, she prefers to be left alone to work without direct supervision, and often stays away from overbearing commanders.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Born April 13, 2348 in Oxford, Idria is the eldest daughter of a musician and a homemaker.  She spent the majority of her life being taught how to play instruments, but she was never very good at it, and instead chose to try enlisting in Starfleet when she was 18.  At the Academy, she bounced around until she discovered she enjoyed working on engineering components and putting them together, and she was taught engineering.<br/><br/><strong>Service Record:</strong><br/><strong>2366</strong>Enlisted with Starfleet.  Chosen for an Officer Candidacy Program.<br/><strong>2370</strong>Graduated Starfleet Academy with Honors, Assigned to USS<em>Brittania</em>.<br/><strong>2372</strong>Promoted to Lieutenant, Transferred to USS<em>Buffalo</em><br/><strong>????</strong>Further information to be added here<br/><strong>2379</strong>Assigned to USS Zhukov as Chief Engineering Officer<br/><br/><strong>Played by:</strong>Linna<br/><br/><hr/>ENGINEERING OFFICER/PROPULSION SPECIALIST<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.majhost.com/gallery/MikoHannah/RPG/Rise/allyhawkeye.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alliana Mikalovich<br/><strong>Age:</strong>24<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human/Trill/Betazoid hybrid<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Pansexual<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong><br/><br/>+Technobabble<br/>+Inane Ramblings<br/>+Artichokes<br/>+Creative uses of Artichokes<br/>+Any pair of nice, long legs<br/>+Bending the fabric of time and space to her will<br/>+Cybernetics<br/><br/>-Other telepaths<br/>-Harming her new pet rabbit, Haken<br/>-Thickheaded Ignorance<br/>-Insulting artichokes<br/>-Bald spots<br/>-Failing engines<br/>-Cheap tribble knockoffs<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Propulsion Specialist<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Petty Officer 2nd Class (PO2)<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Ally's short-cropped brown hair and sweet face does an awful lot of good hiding the hashbrained woman underneath; a simple look at her fairly well-built, slim body and large, innocent dark eyes would nary tip off how easily she can swing from the kindhearted kid to a ball of flaming fury.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Your opinion after spending just a little bit of time with Ally on a lucky day is that she'd a bubbly, seemingly sweet girl that's a joy to have around and smart as a button, if just a bit strange. Given an hour or so, you start to realize that she can be more than strange at times-quite nonsensical, really. A day or two and things begin clicking into place, provided you haven't run away very fast from her.<br/><br/>Ally has the spectacular lack of luck to be afflicted with a form of high-functioning autism that only has only been able to occur thanks to her mixed heritage. Left untreated, it causes her to be a hyper-energetic individual with mood swings from a carefree, sweet as sugar young genius to an absolute nightmare child who flies into rage at the slightest anything. In order to function normally in society, she has to regularly take a specific set of medications to help keep both her personality swings and hyperactivity in check, mixed into a cocktail with a telesuppressent that severely dampens her natural psychic abilities in order to prevent stray thoughts of others from triggering a psychotic episode. Alliana speaks Federation Standard, Vulcan, Betazoid, Trill, Russian and Romulan.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Ally's childhood on Betazed was, much like-and thanks to-her mental state, a metaphorical rollercoaster. From practically the moment she could speak Alliana showed what appeared to be the symptoms of ADHD, constantly proving unable to focus on much of anything and acting quite destructively as a toddler. Around the age of two, however, this diagnosis was called into question after a year of medication had failed to work, and she began to display both great difficulty with communication skills and odd tendencies towards repeating certain inane tasks hundreds of times a day. A series of psychologists determined that her symptoms were more akin to High-functioning Autism than anything else, albeit a form with other, more unusual traits thanks to her unique brain chemistry.<br/><br/>All through her younger days Ally was required to take medications designed to help stabilize her personality, ones that proved more or less effective in preventing her from being a danger to anyone. The private school she was sent to was in fact the perfect place for her astounding intellect to shine through-by the second grade her talents for anything related to math and engineering were abundantly clear. As she entered adolescence, however, she experienced a sudden spike in outbursts and fits of rage that went explained for several years. It wasn't until age 14 that her parents realized Ally's budding telepathic abilities were causing her to pick up on random snippets of thoughts from others that triggered blind, nonsensical fits of violent anger. A completely new cocktail of medications including a telesuppressant had to be created, one with new medications that were markedly less effective at keeping her socially stable.<br/><br/>The day she turned 18 Ally flew into a typical bout of rage that ended in her packing up some bags with some clothing and an unholy amount of tinkered-on junk and run straight out to the nearest Starfleet Recruiting Station. Despite having to do a run-around to pass the medical and psych exams, an IQ in the 200s range was enough to get her successfully enlisted as a Propulsion Specialist. Basic training flew by with carefully medicated ease, and soon her hashbrained little genius mind, a slight bit calmed by the discipline of boot camp, was assigned to the Ambassador-class<em>USS Cartwright</em>near Bajoran space.<br/><br/>After four years working as a somewhat reclusive engineer, Ally ended up on a simple away mission to BMR-329, a volcanic world in an isolated back corner of the quadrant, that went completely to hell as the survey team Alliana was with came under assault by alien creatures covered in a black, billowing fog. In ten minutes all but Ally had been killed by the mysterious attackers, the engineer barely escaping to the seeming safety of the shuttle with her life. A quick transport returned her to the<em>Cartwrigh</em>t, only for the aliens to come after her by catapulting via unknown means out of orbit and right into the cruiser's hull.<br/><br/>It took less than an hour for most of the crew to be wiped out by the unknown assailants, relentless hordes of endless fog-like beings that simply ignored any phaser used against them. With every officer dead and the remaining NCOs losing their minds out of fear, Ally was an oddity in her relative calmness; while certain scared, she remained level-headed enough to think of a plan that would stop the aliens in their tracks and end a potential threat to the Federation in one foul swoop-bring the<em>Cartwright</em>into low orbit and blow up the planet.<br/><br/>Her plan was not terribly complex. Take a subspace sensor, disable every single safety feature, feed massive amounts of power through it via the warp core and create a supspace singularity with such mass as to draw the entire planet into it like a black hole. The rest of the crew never lived long enough to argue against her insane scheme; entirely alone and unable to stay in once place more than a few minutes for fear of her life, Ally just barely managed to set the<em>Cartwright</em>on course towards the planet, set off a highly impromptu subspace weapon and escape into a shuttle. Her getaway, despite the mangling of one alien managing to cleave off her left arm, was a success, moving her off from planet as it was sucked into a rift in subspace.<br/><br/>A week later she was picked up by a passing Starfleet Intelligence vessel on an unrelated assignment in the area. Following a marathon debriefing and replacement of her lost arm with a robotic prosthetic, it was decided that her creation of something resembling an Omega Particle weapon and single-handed genocide of aliens that might have killed thousands of innocent civilians had they escaped would be covered up, and the Cartwright's destruction blamed on an accidental warp core breach she survived due to being off the ship for probe recovery work. At her insistent request, Ally was allowed to choose a new assignment where her talents would have a chance to be put to good use; eventually, she settled on the somewhat slower-paced life of work on a science vessel, becoming the new Propulsion Specialist on a comparatively far less dangerous USS<em>Zhukov</em>.<br/><br/><strong>Service Record:</strong><br/><strong>2375</strong><br/>-Enlisted in Starfleet<br/>-Passed Basic training<br/>-Assigned to USS<em>Cartwright</em>as Propulsion Trainee<br/><strong>2377</strong><br/>-Reassigned as Propulsion Specialist, USS<em>Cartwright</em><br/><strong>2379</strong><br/>-USS<em>Cartwright</em>destroyed in Incident 212375-B, surviving personnel reassigned<br/>-Assigned to USS<em>Zhukov</em>, Propulsion Specialist<br/><br/><strong>Played by:</strong>AkiraRevile<br/><br/><hr/>CHIEF SCIENCE OFFICER<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/f91d2109-d382-42b1-ae33-b31ae165b49d_zpsa6b4ed68.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Var'ishiel<br/><strong>Age:</strong>67<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Vulcan-Reman<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong><br/>+ Septennial Mating Frenzies<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Chief Science Officer<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Lieutenant Commander<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Tall by Vulcan standards, Var'ishiel stands seven feet tall, lean and lithe, with the long limbed grace of his people. His complexion is pale as alabaster and rather smooth, marked only by intricate ceremonial tattoos inked into his forearms, usually concealed by the sleeves of his uniform. Those tattoos that mark his face are badges of honour in Romulan and Reman culture, a sign of high esteem amongst those  warrior cultures and proof of having served in heavy combat.<br/><br/>The only signs of his more unusual heritage are to be found in his eyes, pools of abyssal black, the long, gracefully curving, retractable talons on each digit, well suited to scything through flesh, and rather wicked eyeteeth that hint at the predatory origins of his species. His black hair is worn longer than is the norm for one of his kind, but kept immaculately groomed, baring his pointed, backswept ears.<br/><br/>His mingled blood makes him exceptionally powerful even by Vulcan standards, far beyond even the strength of a raging Klingon. His strength and innate grace enable him to move with incredible speed and agility, his bodyweight is scarcely a burden and he can manage superhuman acrobatic feats with ease. Even when standing still he gives the sense of menacing poise. As a particularly potent touch telepath, he tends to avoid physical contact most of the time.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>As one might expect, his usual manner is one of coldly analytical logic, without any show of emotion, good or ill. Though he permits himself scientific curiosity, he is a scrupulous devotee of Surak's teachings, always striving for complete and utter dominion over his feelings and instincts. His personality can be an asset at times, when his less composed comrades can benefit from the presence of one utterly resilient against anger, fear and confusion, one who can always be relied upon to be calculatingly precise and objective. That he approaches violence as a dispassionately mechanical necessity can make him even more unnerving than a savage berserker, capable of snuffing out life without hesitation when he deems it the most logical course of action. Beneath his icy exterior, he's a roiling storm of psychotic passions, all held in check only by rigorous discipline.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Var'ishiel was born to a Vulcan mother, after she returned from an extended mission in Romulan space as an operative of the V'Shar. He never knew his father, not even by name, but bore the genetic legacy in some traits, though his Vulcan blood proved to be dominant. He underwent an exemplary academic career at the Vulcan Science Academy, including three years of teaching before he underwent a series of religious pilgrimatges. He was a prime candidate for the V'Shar, assigned to a role as an analyst before being seconded to Starfleet. After a few years of accelerated training, he was given his officer's commission and sent out on the<em>U.S.S. Marduk</em>, serving as Science Officer for the duration of the five year mission.<br/><br/>Sometime after his return from the exploration mission, Var'ishiel was recruited into Starfleet Intelligence, having the ideal qualities for a covert operative, high intelligence, stark objectivity, and the ability to hurl a full grown Klingon across a room with one hand. Much of his work remains classified due to the sensitive political nature of many of those operations. In this regard he makes the ideal operative, since he has no desire or attachment to prestige or praise for his efforts, not forgetting that compassion and mercy are among those emotions that he does not allow himself to experience.<br/><br/>Though still young for his own kind, he is an old soldier, venerable by the measure of many Federation species. He respects the chain of command but expects that any counsel he provides be considered in light of his intelligence, expertise and experience, in addition to the ready evidence. He scrupulously avoids idle conjecture, though he has learned how to effectively translate his own obsessively scientific thought processes for more impatient creatures. While he can seem impersonal and asocial, even downright soulless, he treats his comrades as though they were part of his own clan and affords them all due respect and concern.<br/><br/><strong>Service Record:</strong><br/><br/>2312 - Born on Minshara<br/>2340 - Graduated Vulcan Science Academy<br/>2344 - Recruited by the V'Shar<br/>2344 - Classified<br/>2349 - Seconded to Starfleet<br/>2352 - Assigned to<em>U.S.S. Marduk</em>for 5 year exploratory mission<br/>2357 - Assigned to teaching position at Starfleet Academy<br/>2358 - Classified<br/>2359 - Classified<br/>2360 - Classified<br/>2361 - Classified<br/>2362 - Classified<br/>2363 - Classified<br/>2364 - Assigned to<em>U.S.S. Surkhol</em>as First Officer<br/>2366 - Survived assassination attempt by Obsidian Order<br/>2367 - Served with distinction at Battle of Wolf 359<br/>2367 - Accepted teaching position at Vulcan Science Academy<br/>2371 - Reactivated by Starfleet Intelligence<br/>2373 - Awarded Christopher Pike Medal of Valor for leading his squad in combat against a Jem'Hadar strike force<br/>2374 - Leaked documents hint at role in Section 31 assassination campaign against Dominion sympathisers.<br/>2376 - Assigned as liason to Romulan Star Empire<br/>2379 - Assigned to U.S.S. Zhukov as Chief Science Officer<br/><br/><strong>Vulcan-Reman Physiology:</strong>Having evolved on a high gravity world, Vulcan muscle and bone are stronger and denser than those of most humanoid species. Var'ishiel is five times stronger than a human of similar build, on par with industrial androids. This strength, along with his natural rapid reflexes and agility allows him to move with incredible speed. He finds most forms of movement effortless, able to leap three times his own height from standing, among other feats. His claws are sharp and sturdy enough to be used as weapons, and have no trouble shearing through flesh and bone when he puts them to use.<br/><br/>His body is remarkably resilient to blunt trauma to his internal organs, his ribcage entirely encompasses his organs and there are no floating ribs as are found in other humanoids. His skin is as resistant to pressure and external liquids as a high quality space suit, and he can withstand much higher doses of ionising radiation than a human. Due to having evolved on a desert planet, Vulcans do not sweat, having an average body temperature that would indicate severe hypothermia in humans, but it means that they are virtually immune to extreme temperatures and can stave off dehydration for a very long time. He can last for weeks without need for sleep.<br/><br/>His senses are extraordinarily acute. He can see in a much broader range of visible colour than a human, extending slightly into the infrared and ultraviolent ranges of the spectrum, and his Reman blood gives him extremely sharp nightvision. Each of his eyes possesses a nictating eyelid, a clear membrane that slides out from the inside corner of the eye, that protects against airborne particles and sudden flashes of light. His olfactory and auditory senses are exceptionally keen even by Vulcan standards, a legacy of his father's blood, he can glean extraordinary amounts of information from scent and sound, and even possesses a veromonasal organ in the roof of his mouth.<br/><br/>His telepathic abilities are highly developed, naturally potent and improved by years of conditioning. He is well trained in the use of his abilities in espionage, and is willing to overlook the usual Vulcan telepathic ethics when performing his duties, though never without good reason. He is able to use his telepathy to enhance neuropressure techniques, and employs some purely Reman telepathic methods in his work.<br/><br/><hr/>SCIENCE OFFICER<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i859.photobucket.com/albums/ab153/karenJ1968/be6b8943-1d8f-420a-821f-2d49da1bbb3e_zpsc6623d6b.jpg)</div>As I'm just bored and don't know what else to do with my time, I decided to put a bio up anyway:<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>22, born and recreated in 2357<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong>Half-android, half-human (read description)<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Heterosexual<br/><br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong><br/><br/>Ons: Romance, giving oral, being the more submissive partner, in-depth playing (literacy and being descriptive), foreplay<br/>Offs: Death, things-that-belong-in-the-toilet-and-not-on-my-body, severely injuring, sex with monsters<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Leta is a Junior, this is her first year at the USS Zhukov<br/><br/><strong>Rank:</strong>To be decided by CO<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Leta stands five foot five and has honey blonde, straight hair that reaches her middle. As she doesn't move in other ways than her positronic brain tells her to move, it rarely gets tangled. Leta's eyebrows are full but kept neatly, her eyes a dark shade of green with hazel spots around the pupil, making them look more or less brown. Her breasts are around a C/D-cup and her body looks as it should. She is 21 years old.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Being half human, half-android, Leta's body changes and goes through the same things a normal human goes through. She menstruates every month and is perfectly capable of conceiving children, another chip in her brain regenerating the right hormones for her. But, as she is chipped to feel emotions, she does feel there is something missing in her life. Something... Something she shouldn't live without. Her programming is far from perfect and she has to get updates very often, so her emotional stability is questionable.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Leta's life has been hard from the very moment she was born and she has fought for her life in the first few hours of her existence. Unlike normal human babies, she didn't cry, didn't make any sound. She just lay there motionless, her heartbeat faint and barely noticeable, as though she had nearly died already. Her parents, two people from the beautiful state of Texas, had always wanted a child so when they finally had her - were it with complications - they were as happy as could be, willing to sacrifice nearly everything for her, but not minding how that'd affect the woman in her later life. As Leta had been diagnosed with a heavy brain malfunction when she was just in the womb, feeding on her mother's placenta, her parents had decided to take the risk. A revolutionary method of curing mental and physical disabilities had just been invented by Soong, back then the great leader when it came to science. Her brain carefully replaced by a positronic brain, she would be able to function just like any other. Any other<em>android</em>.<br/><br/>Although Leta had received a lot of help and attention from an Android friend, whose thoughts were similar to hers, her life wasn't easy. On the outside she looked like a normal human being, although her insides were fully controlled by the device stuck in her head, sending electric pulses through her nerves in order to keep moving as she was supposed to. She had even considered a relationship with the android, but had deemed that to be illogical, as their relationship would be purely platonic and wouldn't lead to anything at all. All in all, Leta was more or less like a Vulcan with a chip implanted to give her the occasional emotional outbursts, attracting strange looks from her Starfleet colleagues. Some days, she just wanted to get rid of everything and devote her life to science and nothing but that. It would make things so much easier, just taking in everything she saw and never forgetting any of it, making a perfect Starfleet commander. But that was a dream, and, as dreams often led to bad decisions, she had scratched the idea from her wishlist and decided to go for something that would give her a lesser status, but where her talents would come in great: studying science and just awaiting what kind of future lay ahead of her.<br/><br/>Leta was born in the year 2357 and enlisted for Starfleet when she was nineteen, in 2376.<br/><br/><hr/>CHIEF MEDICAL OFFICER<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i616.photobucket.com/albums/tt247/mr_karmasinc/Monaghan1.png)</div>Character Information<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Kezek Rahn<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Male<br/><strong>Species:</strong>Bajoran<br/><strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong>?<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Chief Medical Officer<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Lieutenant Junior Grade<br/><br/><strong>Physical Appearance</strong><br/><em>Height:</em>5'11"<br/><em>Weight:</em>193 lbs<br/><em>Hair Color:</em>Dirty Blonde<br/><em>Eye Color:</em>Brown<br/><em>Physical Description:</em>Rahn is average height and well built. He keeps his dirty blonde hair cut short and almost always has stubble on his face and chin.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/>Rahn is a sullen man that prefers to be alone. He is quiet and observant. When he does speak he comes off as cocky. He generally distrusts everyone he meets until he gets to know them better. His time in a labor camp left him scarred and bitter. He spends his spare time drinking or talking to his imaginary friend, Kalah.<br/><br/>He despises all things Starfleet and feels trapped in his current career but he sees no way out. He does what he has to do in Starfleet because his only other option is to return to Bajor.<br/><br/>Because of his half-sister, Rahn hates all hybrid species. He sees them as an abomination and would prefer to see them dead. His oath as a doctor and the fact that he isn’t a murderer is the only thing stopping him.<br/><br/><strong>Personal History:</strong><br/>Rahn was born in Bennikar, a small village located in the Kaladrys Valley on Bajor. He had a rough childhood and dreamed of a time when the Cardassians would leave Bajor. As a child he helped his family on their Verdanis ranch. This left little time for leisure or friendships and Rahn eventually 'found' an imaginary friend named Kalah.<br/><br/>As he grew older his responsibilities expanded to other areas. He moved his focus on the ranch to treating the injured verdanis rather then feeding them. He began working with the local doctor and tried to learn as much as he could. He used the knowledge to develop new protocols that helped reduce injuries in the animals. As a result, the animals flourished and the village began to prosper.<br/><br/>All of that changed when the village was overrun during the Dominion War and Rahn and the others were taken prisoner. The villagers were rounded up and taken to the Batal labor camp. During the captivity, Rahn and the other males were beaten on a semi-regular basis. Rahn began withdrawing into himself to escape from the nightmare that had become his life but still managed to do what he could to help the others with their injuries.<br/><br/>Two months into the captivity, Rahn was nearly killed when he witnessed a Cardassian guard raping his mother. Rahn attacked the guard and was severely beaten. For three straight days Rahn was beaten and tortured by the guards. When it was over, Rahn spent the majority of his time alone, talking to no one but Kalah.<br/><br/>Several months later the captives were rescued and many returned to their villages. Rahn lost himself in his work and slowly began to return to normal. He began interacting with others and even began laughing again. His life was again turned upside-down when his mother gave birth to a Bajoran/Cardassian girl. Seeing his half-sister reminded him of his time at Batal. He had difficulty accepting the situation and again withdrew into himself, splitting his time between getting drunk and talking to Kalah.<br/><br/>Nearly a year later, Rahn could take no more and began looking for a way off the planet. He'd considered moving to another village but he knew there were similar situations everywhere on Bajor. He knew he couldn't afford to book passage far enough away from Bajor and he began to get frustrated. One night, half way through a bottle, the idea came to him to apply to Starfleet academy. He had no real interest in joining Starfleet but it was a way to get off the planet and away from Cardassian space. The next day he submitted his application.<br/><br/>His Freshman year at the Academy was difficult for him. He was still having trouble dealing with his recent past and had trouble fitting in. He struggled with his classes and tried to join a few study groups but they had a hard time dealing with his attitude. Rahn soon gave up and chose to work alone, barely managing to pass his Freshman year.<br/><br/>As the Sophomore year began, Rahn attempted to join a study group again and did his best to fit in. As the year progressed, he learned to adapt to the needs of the others and began to fit in again. His crowning achievement during the school year was winning the Annual Science Fair with his science team.<br/><br/>The rest of his time at the Academy was easier and he quickly became a popular study partner. Things took a dramatic turn his senior year when he assisted a Bolian with a suicide. He was taken before a Review Board for charges against him. After further review, he was cleared of wrong doing and his record was wiped clean.<br/><br/>Rahn was disappointed when he graduated 11th in his class but quickly recovered as his classmates congratulated him for all of his hard work. Rahn acknowledged their compliments with mixed emotions. He still wasn’t comfortable with his fellow classmates but he did enjoy doing a good job. Rahn said his goodbyes and prepared for his time in the Medical College.<br/><br/>The four years at the Medical College passed quickly and Rahn excelled at his classes. His reputation as an excellent study partner preceded him and he was one of the most popular students. Upon graduation, Rahn was promoted to Lieutenant JG. He was again disappointed at not finishing at the top of his class but didn't let it bother him.<br/><br/>Service Record<br/>2375: Graduated from Starfleet Academy<br/>2379: Graduated from Starfleet Medical College<br/>2379: Assigned to USS Zhukov as Chief Medical Officer<br/><br/><strong>Played by: Karma Sinclair<br/><br/></strong><hr/><br/>SENIOR NURSE<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i90.photobucket.com/albums/k263/Zarg78/Orion%20Slave%20Girls/Maras.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meris Jiulis<br/><strong>Age:</strong>27<br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Orion<br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>She loves everyone<br/><strong>Ons &amp; Offs:</strong><br/>Ons: Force, BDSM, anything apart from my offs<br/>Offs: Bodily functions, maiming, death<br/><br/><strong>Position:</strong>Senior Nursing Officer<br/><strong>Rank:</strong>Senior Chief Petty Officer<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Standing 5'5 she isnt very tall. she has long dark hair and unusual blue eyes.  She is slim and agile.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong>Fun, flirty and full of energy.  Meris is a party girl. She loves to be with people, she is warm and caring and likes to help people.  She is always there when needed.  She does have a dark, sullen side.  Prone to bouts of depression and can suffer night terrors.  Once you know her background this makes more sense.<br/><br/><strong>History:</strong>Meris is the daughter of a clan chief.  She had two older brothers.  She has always been spoilt and protected.  When her father died her life changed.  Her brothers fought over the right to be Chief.  Reker killed Soroi in a brutal vicious attack that left the 15 year old Meris seriously hurt.  He decided that the clan would pull away from the Orion Government, he did not like the influence he felt UFP was having on the Orion lifestyle.  The clan became hostile and vicious.<br/><br/>Meris wanted to see the universe, she had gained approval from the central government to join Starfleet, with her father's blessing.  But now her brother refused this, forcing her to marry one of his best friends.  She was brutally raped and beaten when she refused her husband's advances.  Two weeks after the wedding she ran away.  Her brother and husband have been searching for her ever since.  She has hidden herself in Star Fleet assuming a new name.<br/><br/><strong>Service Record:</strong><br/>2352: Born on Orion<br/>2370: Ran away and enlisted in Starfleet<br/>2371: Served on the USS Nemis as a trainee nurse, rank crewman 1sr class<br/>2372: Promoted to crewman 2nd class<br/>2373: Graduated training, promoted to crewman 3rd class<br/>2374: Moved to shift nurse manager, promoted to Petty officer 3rd class<br/>2375: Nurse manager on duty shift A. Promoted to Petty Officer 2nd class<br/>2376: Assigned to the Academy to teach, promoted to Chief Petty Officer, jumping PO 1st class<br/>2379: Assigned to the USS Zhokov as Senior Nurse, promoted to Senior Chief Petty Officer<br/><br/><hr/><br/>CHIEF COUNSELOR<br/><br/>