[b]COMPLETE[/b]:- let me know if changes are required. [hider=Falkvord] Name: Falkvord Anders Rank: Ensign Age: 19 Race: Nordic Human Role: Helmsman Physical Description: Falkvord stands a generous 6'5" though carries little weight on his bones. Hawkish grey eyes reside in his tall skull separated by a straight, angular nose. Concave cheeks give way to a sharp, slim jawline and jutting chin. Thin blonde hair covers his scalp, bordering on white in fairness, already beginning to recede from the front where a clean parting is combed to the back and sides. His mouth fits the rest of his sharp, thin visage though his teeth could use some work. His posture is often open and rich in vigour. Personality: Quick of wit, observant and an absolute fanatic behind the helm, Anders finds himself quite comfortable being the centre of attention, though he doesn't speak much more than needed instead preferring to focus at whatever task may be at hand. His comments can come off as abrasive at times and even a little juvenile, but his dependability and actions speak louder than his calm, careful tones. Stress appears to run off the youthful lad at a worrying rate, creating an illusion of lethargic apathy, a stark contrast to his near constantly-analytical and persistent mind. If curiosity killed the cat, then Anders was already on his second life. Background before joining star Fleet: Falkvord grew up in his home on Earth, a modest place set away from the urban backdrop of any major cities in the northern regions of Scandinavia. It wasn't until his mid teens that Falkvord showed any signs of having potential for his current role as Helmsman on the USS Grandeur. A disagreement with his teachers led to the snarky young lad suddenly refusing to study, a problem which had previously never plagued the boy's school career. No amount of pleading or punishment would see the icy Anders return to his studies, leaving him graded far below his expected potential. No longer destined to the bright future his parents had hoped for him, Falkvord began a series of outrageous expeditions into the unknown that now shrouded his future. Spending much of his time hopping between menial jobs and hanging around outside local bars, Falkvord's future showed little sign of recovery until he fell into conversation with an aspirational Star Fleet Academy student. The idea of applying to such a prestigious organisation had been considered mere fantasy until then when a series of recruiting propaganda was placed before him on an outside table of Hel's Hammer one chilly autumn night. The following day his application was in and without too much care from his folks, used to to his lofty and outlandish ideas, his new journey began. Experience in Starfleet: Anders had never considered the idea of becoming a pilot of any sort, but the sheer romance of it all was enough to probe him into occupying the simulators at the academy after his surprise acceptance. Other matters of study were readily pushed aside in order to free up an extra hour or two to study spaceflight in greater detail and later practice it on the simulator. It was a rocky start, but fascination drove the young lad to fanaticism to the point where he was allowed to progress to helmsman selection without formally completing previous training as required by students, such was his ability after only a few short months. As a result, he lacked favour with senior academics of the institution and became something of a public enemy amongst students for his seemingly easy-way-out politics. Only when he graduated with something of a record score (and begrudgingly accepted into the hall of fame by senior staff) was any shadow of doubt removed over the young man's credibility. Now thrust into the line of duty, Anders is forced to comprehend the enormous change of pace that his life has taken over such a brief period. His first assignment is to the brand new exploration vessel USS Grandeur, a post recommended by his flying instructor turned close friend Albert Hofmann. [/hider]