[b]Name:[/b] Carter Cole [b]Age:[/b] 38 [b]Rank/Position:[/b] Lt. Commander/Chief Medical Officer [b]Race:[/b] Human [b]Appearance:[/b] I'm not good with face claims, but Carter is a white male with black hair that has flecks of grey in it and blue eyes. He's of an average height and is slightly overweight. There's a short, deep scar on his chin from a crash he was involved in years earlier. [b]Personality:[/b] As a doctor, Carter has a deep compassion for life and a desire to help people. Although he does not wear his heart on his sleeve, he has a temper buried deep inside of him and can occasionally let it out. Carter enjoys the travels and adventures of space as well as meeting and interacting with the various different aliens he encounters. [b]History:[/b] Born and raised in California, Carter Cole came from a background of privilege. His family was old money, the Coles having capitalized on the California oil boom centuries earlier and diversified into a large business conglomerate. He was the youngest of four children born into the family of Roger and Janet Cole. While his parents were loving, but distant, his two brothers and sister were ruthless. They all had designs for the money they would inherit and the company they one day wanted to control. While Carter never wanted for anything as a child, he was constantly lonely thanks to his parents distance and his siblings' cruelty. Carter was twelve when he was sent to boarding school. Life there was better and he made fast friends with his fellow students and, curiously enough, the school's resident doctor. While Carter attended boarding school, his parents were busy setting the course of the lives of Carter and his siblings. Upon graduation of boarding school, they would all attend the Ivy League and graduate there before taking a mid-level job in one of the many businesses the Cole Empire controlled. So it went with all the children, up until Carter. He shocked his parents by telling them he desired to become a doctor. Furious, his father vowed he would not pay for any schooling if Carter went that route. Even Carter's trust fund would be off-limits to him. Unperturbed, Carter applied for scholarships and student loans and managed to find enough capital to start school. Refusing even the slightest support from his parents, he took up two jobs and worked them as he made his way through UCLA as a undergrad, then medical school where he graduated Summa Cum Laude from UCLA Med, specializing in Xeno-Astrobiology. After graduation, his now jubilant and proud father offered him a job in a hospital owned by the Coles. Three days later, Carter enlisted in Starfleet and graduated with the rank of Medical Officer. Carter served as medical officer on the USS California, the USS Shanghai, USS Resolute before joining the Orion as chief medical officer. [b]Skills:[/b] Carter is a skilled doctor and surgeon capable of treating patients from different species, races, and backgrounds. [b]Other: [/b]I'm a doctor, not an adder! [b]Sample Post:[/b] [b]USS Orion Beta Quadrant[/b] "Okay, Ensign. What's your problem?" Carter casually asked the crewman sitting on the medical examination table. He looked at the table in his hands. It contained all the young man's medical stats. The kid was fit as a fiddle in his last check up two months ago. He had slightly high blood pressure, but nothing the medicine Carter prescribed him couldn't fix. "Well, Doctor...I have this strange burning sensation...." Carter nodded and scribbled the information down on to the tablet in a scrawled handwriting fit only for a doctor. "Okay. Where exactly do you feel this burning at?" "Well, sir...it's uh....below the waist." He looked up suddenly at the ensign, his eyes wide with apparent alarm. "How long have you been having this feeling?" "For about a week now." "Yes, and we were at port two weeks ago," Carter said with a slight grin. "Did you happen to visit any women when we were at port?" The fact that the kid's faced turned red as all the information Carter needed, but he wanted to hear it from the ensign firsthand. "There was a guy, actually." "Oh," said Carter. He shrugged his shoulder. "Well then it's the twenty-fourth century. Nothing to be ashamed of. I have some medicine here that can clean it right up." "But, doctor. He wasn't a human, he was an Orion!" Carter sat the tablet down on the table and looked at the young man solemnly. "Oh, well then. I'll have to prep you for surgery. The body fluids of Orion's contain acid highly damaging to all humans, your....member, could be rotten and have gangrene. I'm afraid it will have to come off." "NO!" The ensign cried out, holding on to his crotch for dear life. Carter chuckled and picked his tablet back up, quickly tapping out a message on it before sending it to its recipient. "Joking," he said without looking up. "Go see the nurse down the hall, she'll give you a shot and fix you right up." "Thank you, doctor," the young man said with a nervous laugh. "No, problem." Carter looked up, another serious look on his face. "Remember this: flies spread disease... so keep yours closed."