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[b]Name[/b]: Catherine Linda Bishop
[b]Age[/b]: 35
[b]Rank/Position[/b]: Lieutenant-Commander/Chief Medical Officer
[b]Race[/b]: Human
[b]Appearance[/b]: She stands at 5'3, an athletic build, and few curves. She has brown hair kept in a bun and grey eyes. Her skin is pale, with a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks. She has a birthmark on her ankle. 
[b]Personality[/b]: A consummate professional, she is dedicated to her work and the efficiency of her medicine. Stubborn and sarcastic. 
[b]History[/b]: Catherine was born, raised, and educated in Texas, as the eldest of five children. When she was younger, she waddled between a couple different career ideas, but coming from a family of doctors, Catherine was destined to become a physician. Her college years were not very note worthy, beyond her studies in biomedical engineering and fencing hobby. She competed in a few regional competitions, and won second place in saber in one competition. By the time she was ready to enter medical school, she decided that her talents would be best spent dealing with diseases with Starfleet than in a private practice. Exploring new frontiers means encountering new diseases, which need to be studied. Catherine hopes to be the first to encounter (and most importantly, cure) the diseases that may potentially inflict the crew. She has been a part of Starfleet for seven years now. She has served on the USS Cancer, Atlantis, and Jupiter. 
[b]Skills[/b]: She practiced on a few ships before becoming the CMO on the Orion, from trauma care to full blown surgery. She graduated from Starfleet Academy as a Medical Officer with high marks. 
[b]Other[/b]: She speaks with a slight southern accent. 
[b]Sample Post[/b]: 

"Captain, would you please hold still!"
 
This was demeaning, Catherine thought while running after the Captain of the USS Cancer with hypo-spray--his booster vaccine. He was supposed to have renewed it ten weeks ago, and after speaking to him in the mess hall, sending him reminders, and even slapping a note on the door to his quarters, she had enough. She would make him get his booster, and if she had to drag him out of his Captain's chair, she would.
 
"Bishop, could it not wait for another day?!" Captain Brandon Mason shouted over his shoulder while continuing his brisk walk to the bridge. 

"Disease does not discriminate between a week late or ten weeks late for renewing a booster, Captain! If you hold still for one second, I'll be out of your way and you can go gesticulate on the bridge!" 

Captain Brandon stood still, and in five seconds, the spray was applied. He winced. "There. I'm done."

"Thank you, Bishop!" With that, he walked into the bridge.

"You have another one due in a month!" She shouted and then began to run back to her infirmary.