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Arthur Locklin [+]

Name: Arthur Locklin

Age: 22

Species: Human

Academy Major: Tactical with a minor in Security of Spacecrafts

Appearance: Standing at 6 foot even (about 1.8 meters) tall the boy walks with an air of determination. Locklin's hazel eyes rode the line between cold and tired. Dirty brown hair, carefully, brought over in a comb over so he could feel he still had some sort of personal style. The Marine's may be his life but he would be damned if they took all of his personality. He learned over time to keep his clothing choices as a higher priority then most things in his life. With his past in mind mixed in a pot with a Marine flare, having things in its place was a must. Comb over? Check. The only other thing he used to make him feel more like himself, and not a mindless marine, was his beard. He never grew it out to great lengths but he enjoyed the rugged look it gave him.

Bio: "If there is a worse place than Hell, I am in it." - Abraham Lincoln, Dec, 1862

I could tell you the story of his younger years. I could tell you about the Locklin family, comprised of Diana, Richard, and Arthur. A father, who would leave his house day in and day out in hopes of making the best life for his child. A mother, who wanted nothing more than for her son to attend the Starfleet Academy. Oh how Diana wanted that for Arthur. With her shift in priorities being made after the birth of Arthur, that was a dream that was slowly fading away on a page written several years earlier in her life. However, people can go through their whole lives and develop a lifestyle best suited for them. Then, as if they were struck by a bolt of lighting, an event of grandiose proportions hits them and will send lasting waves through their world.

It was the Breen. A fighter had scouted out past the terror happening in San Francisco at the time into their small town. Within mere moments, the town would be sent up in flames. Local shops were torn asunder, Richard's Skimmer repair shop in rubble, and the body could would begin to pile so high it would cast a horrid shade over this whole event. Arthur was only a teenager at this time, but this event was catalyst in his life to age his emotions a solid decade in the future. What would you do when watching people fall around you? Hell, the boy watched their next door neighbor Ben had been eviscerated in front of his eyes. Fate had picked the survivors that day. Indiscriminate was a perfect choice of word to describe the targeting of that lone fighter.

Where was Richard? Where was Diana? Arthur would panic. Search high and low for his missing parents. Many travesties obviously happened that day. However, the site of his fathers dead body laying in the middle of the road will still haunt him to this day. A grieving mother holding his father's head in her lap. This was the image that would begin to fuel the direction he took with his life. His mother was the spark that started the kindling. The Breen...the Breen acted as a flame thrower. They would set his path ablaze, clearing it for his future in the StarFleet Academy.

Years would follow leading him through the Academies Marine Cadet program. To his classmates, Arthur was described as resolute. He was always the first to rip a comrade off the ground when they fell. Compassion for his fellow Marine was apparent, but so was his realistic nature. Arthur never accepted excuses. When paired into fire teams and partner groups, if any of his companions showed any sign of wavering, or hesitation in stride, he would be first to crack the whip. The age old mantra of, "There is a place for play just as there is a place for work" worked like a light switch within Arthur. When they were on mission, they were on mission and would do anything they could to complete it.

Finally, we reach graduation day. Many years had passed since the fire had been lit in his life to start him on this path. A smiling mother sat in the crowd looking at her baby boy fulfilling not only his dream, but her's too. The Locklin family finally had a place in the Marines. This of course was only the beginning, and even at the beginning he would have some bumps. Starting on graduation day with his assignment. When initial assignments came out he was assigned to head to Cadet Squadron Omega. He was approached by a member of senior leadership telling him that was no longer the case. It would seem that "The Jolly Roger's" at Black squadron had an unanticipated opening. Arthur did not waver at this unplanned event. With an exchange of respects to the officer his life was about to begin.

@Ruby @Chaotic Chao

Cleaned her up a little more is there anything else I need

Reva [+]

Age 22

Race Rigelian

(Zami) [+]

which are Vulcanoids related to the Romulan, Vulcan and closest to the Rigelians

They have more pronounced ears than other Vulcanoids which grants them better hearing even into the high and low end bands

Tylyr culture is said to be made up of those that broke away from Vulcan with the Romulans during the founding of Kolinahr culture the Zami following the Rigelians to the system they share with the Orions

The Tylyr people decided to keep the colony ships they could and remain in space so that they could explore farther and find perhaps an even better home for their people and over the centuries and distances travelled become a people of space.

Bio Reva is a member of the Zami people of Rigel called the Tylyr (Star People) and are a branch of the Rigelian people that spend their entire lives in space. It is for this reason that Reva and other Tylyr suffer a societal type of Wanderlust that demands they keep moving. Her clan found it’s way into the Federation merchant marine back in the days of Tiberius Kirk and have proven themselves a people who cared especially for Starships taking it to an almost spiritual level saying that they can hear the universe singing in the harmonics of a warp core. Whether they can or can’t hear the universe in the engines the Tylyr are sought after crew aboard any starship.

To Reva space is the normal environment, a Starship her home and Engineering a temple. This translates to her seeing herself as a neophyte priestess whose duty is to perform any task those of higher skills and rank set her to. She is of course aware that many don’t share her point of view having been raised on a Federation Merchant Marine ship. (Think Boomers)

Reva’s childhood was spent playing games in an environment where gravity was a suggestion in engineering and your life measured in Light years traveled, highest warp and there was no Up or Down. It was the life her people had lead since the times of memory and why she could sense things about a starship few noticed and dreamed of the day she would be an engineer but on her naming day (12 year old becomes an adult gets face tattoos) the Elders told her she was of the bird people; the Pilots and Navigators of the Tylyr. It frankly stunned her till she went to the Pilots and received their testing only to receive another surprise; they told her that her path was elsewhere because of her energy and aggression (Reva was/is very competitive); she was told that few of her people ever follow her path which lay towards the Birds of War which they looked at Starfleet as being for the Federation.

So after achieving entry into the merchant mates program at 16 then graduating at 18 reaching the rank of 1st class Merchants Mate and shipped out on a 2 year cruise which she returned as a Petty officer 2nd class which she used as a lever to take the Noncoms test for entry in Star Fleet; she aced the engineering section and scored above average in all other areas and eligible to take the OCS because of it and get a wild card appointment to the Academy.

Academy Major: Helm

Adam Kerrick [+]

Name: Adam Kerrick
Age: 23
Species: Human
Academy Major: Systems Engineering. (Additional Credits studied in; Survival, Tactics, Basic Marine Training and Xenobiology.
Bio:

Adam Kerrick was born the first male child of a non-Starfleet Colony to parents who were possibly a little too dramatic for their own good. Torvus-III was not exactly the most ideal place to grow up in the Galaxy, particularly in the opening years of its existence. A world comprising mostly of only semi-fertile plains, with biting winds and roving herds of mega-herbivores, and predators to match, it was a true Frontier existence, chasing the valuable resources buried beneath the planet. Adam's love may have been the Sciences, but he first learned how to hunt, survive, and kill to defend his family and home. Living atop floating mobile colonies, mimicking herd behaviour so as to stretch out the resources that could be gathered from any one location, Adam was transient his entire life, and would only grow more so as time went on. As soon as he was old enough, he was travelling between the various colonies of the world, sometimes to bring goods back and forth, later, by his twelfth birthday, to aid in the repair and improvement of colony systems themselves.

Despite his home planet's isolation from Starfleet, it seemed natural that the maverick prodigy of the nowhere planet would make his way there, the best opportunity to expand upon, and apply his skill set and interests. With little formally recognised education upon Torvus-III, Adam had to travel for aptitude testing and training, his first time away from his home planet, not that he had any particular love for home. Adam's technical and practical ability made up for, in some amount, the lack of academic experience and qualifications, and following a few intermediary courses to provide him with the necessary bells and whistles, Adam moved on to Starfleet proper.

Having never really experienced the life of a built up colony, Adam found Earth and Starfleet more than a little bit of a culture shock, never quite deviating from his studies, he certainly took some time to explore the various wonders of Earth society, and many of the things his fellow students took for mundane. With his somewhat rustic upbringing, Adam did not feel fully realised in his focus alone, taking on a variety of electives to expand upon skills he had picked up across his life, primarily for combat and survival situations, so that he might have some official qualification to go along with his capacity for such things. While he made friends among his fellow academics, he spent more time bar-diving with the Marine Cadets, finding a little more in common with the majority of them. His bold mix of studies and skills, eventually earned him a place on the Jolly Rogers, and all the subsequent adventures that entailed. Appointed as the Operations Chief of the Challenger following the 'culling' of the Crew, Adam has been quick to earn his position and more, at least in terms of enthusiasm. His personality may scream care-free and rule-breaker, but his worth ethic is almost absolute, to the point that might make a Vulcan blink. Whatever the case, both he, and the crew, will be ready, for the next great challenge the decides to rear its face in their path, be it scientific, or militant.

My Hider [+]

Name: Slazkith
Age: 25
Species: Gorn
Academy Major: Science
Appearance:

Bio: Slazkith was born on the Gorn colony world of Gila IV and due to the fact that he was sickly and half-dead at after hatching from his egg was left to die. However, Orion smugglers came across the near dead infant and after a few moments of thinking of how useful he might be when he was full grown, grabbed Slazkith and beamed up to their ship and attempted to treat the majority of his health problems. After a few months of living aboard the Orion vessel, Slazkith managed to overcome some of his health problems but it quickly became apparent that he most likely wouldn't be as large and strong as a normal, healthy Gorn. It was decided the child was to die.

Slazkith was in the medical bay when the order came but as a child he didn't know what was happening. He did however know that something was wrong when the ship suddenly began shaking and red lights began to flash. The smugglers had come across a Klingon battle cruiser named the IKS Tra'vitv. After a fierce battle, the Orions surrendered and Klingon warriors began to board the vessel. A Bekk found the infant and looking into the infant's eyes and apparently liking what he saw, took the child and requested permission to send him to his family who resided on Pheben III. After getting approval from both his commanding officer and alerting his family, the Bekk was able to find transport to Pheben III and dropped the infant off with his family.

What followed were some of the best years of Slazkith's life. After residing on Pheben III, Slazkith became stronger and bigger then some of his Klingon family and was of great help to his adopted family especially when the harvest season came around. he found himself enjoying his freedom to hunt his own food. But at night, he would look up at the sky and wonder: What would it be like to travel the stars once again? What did the future hold for him?

At the age of twenty, Slazkith spoke with his adopted family and requested permission to attend Starfleet academy rather then the KDF due to the fact that he was far more interested in the Sciences rather then Security and Tactical.

He arrived at the Academy and despite drawing attention to himself with his mere presence and his eating habits in the mess hall, he seemed to absorb the information from his Science instructors like a sponge.

<Snipped quote by Chev>

Approved. I fully expect to be 'wowed' by your Trek Science knowledge.

What's a Relations?

Cadet Captain Lorelei Relations

Master Chief Eso Rosk - Master Chief is equal parts hilarious, and terrifying, and inspiring. Lor has seen him remove someone from ATT simply by causing them to shatter a wrist--without touching them. And he was totally in the right to do it, thus the terrifying; he never seems to be wrong. His dry, razor edged, humor is typical salty old sailor/marine. More than anything, he's proof to Lorelei that just because she's lived longer, doesn't mean she knows more than him. He's experienced so much more than she has, and has so much to teach her.

Who's left on the Relations posting?