Name: Catherine Linda Bishop
Age: 31
Rank/Position: Lieutenant-Commander/Judge Advocate
Race: Human
Appearance: 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.
Personality: A consummate professional, she is dedicated to her work and the efficiency of her medicine. Stubborn and sarcastic.
History: 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 seemed destined to become a physician.
Before she entered college, she was throughly sick of biology, which lead her to studying electrical engineering, and fenced as a hobby. She competed in a few regional competitions, and won second place in saber in one competition. When she was close to graduation, she felt pressured, as she did not want to spend her life in a career she did not enjoy, but she had very little time to find a new career option. She found a job at graduation and began what she felt was a monotonous routine of engineering design. Months after her graduation, a friend of hers in college was arrested and tried in civilian court. The solemnity, order, and respect afforded to the lawyers and judge appealed to her greatly; this, she decided, was what she was meant to do. So she was resolved to enter and go through law school and become an attorney. She entered law school with little trouble, and while a student, she heard of Starfleet's Judge Advocate program. She had already toyed with being a Medical Officer, but with her newfound love of law, it seemed a better fit. She could now help keep order and provide legal services to the men and women volunteering their services to the betterment of civilization and knowledge. There was no greater honor. She was accepted to Starfleet Academy and commissioned as a Judge Advocate.
She has been a part of Starfleet for seven years now. She has served on the USS Cancer, Atlantis, and Jupiter.
Skills: Has an engineering background. As a Judge Advocate, she is licensed to practice law on Federation planets. Her legal specialties are Intellectual Property, Operational Law, and Criminal Justice. She is mostly familiar with Earth's legal system, but has working knowledge of other systems of law. But like any lawyer, she knows where to look to find answers for topics she is not aware of. Her fencing gives her knowledge of sword play.
Other: She speaks with a slight southern accent.
Sample Post:
Her desk was the messiest part of her office, with dozens of case files stacked high and deep. A cup of sweet tea was on the far left corner near her, with papers scattered directly in front of her. The rest of the room was organized, five shelves of books dedicated to law, and one containing her engineering books. A fencing saber was held above the desk, a decoration reminding the occupants of her hobby. She sipped her tea, and brushed her finger along the parchment: a witness report of an assault. The defendant had clubbed one of his crew members with a lamp. There was alcohol involved, along with rumors and the affection of another crew member contested, which caused the men to boil over and brawl. She closed the file and rubbed her temples; so long as she could prove that he not only started, but escalated the conflict, it should be a smooth case. She opened the evidence file, glancing over the bottle of alcohol that was being used. "What could be used against me?" She leaned back in her chair in thought. These men were competing for some time. The defendant had no previous record of offenses, much less violent ones. The only people drinking were the defendant and the victim. What if the defendant's drink was spiked? If he was drugged, it would reduce culpability. She stood, quickly and briskly walked out. "Walkers! I want a blood test on the defendant for the lamp case! I also want a test done on the bottle! Now!"
Walkers, her Paralegal, was efficient, and dealt with Catherine's antics, which she appreciated. Her requests were answered with an "Aye, ma'am!", and now it was time for her to wait for the results.
When it was time for the Court Martial, Catherine was finishing presenting the new evidence to the court. "... The defendant was drugged, your Honor. This blood test result shows he was drugged with a hallucinogen to make him aggressive. In his eyes, he wasn't fighting a rival--he was fighting something else. Therefore, the Prosecution believes that the defendant, Brandon Frost, is innocent, his record should be made clean, and he should immediately be placed back on duty."
"In light of this evidence, this court does find the innocent, Brandon Frost, innocent. His record shall be made clean, and Starfleet will assign him to a new ship. This court is adjourned." The gavel rapped, and Catherine sighed, a small smile on her face. Mission accomplished, the system did what the system was supposed to do. A letter was dropped on her table, which made her look up.
"Lieutenant-Commander Bishop, you are now assigned to the USS Orion. You will report to the Captain and present your credentials in a few days."
Her eyes widened and she gripped the letter and ran. "Books! Books! I need my books packed now! Walkers!"
Age: 31
Rank/Position: Lieutenant-Commander/Judge Advocate
Race: Human
Appearance: 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.
Personality: A consummate professional, she is dedicated to her work and the efficiency of her medicine. Stubborn and sarcastic.
History: 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 seemed destined to become a physician.
Before she entered college, she was throughly sick of biology, which lead her to studying electrical engineering, and fenced as a hobby. She competed in a few regional competitions, and won second place in saber in one competition. When she was close to graduation, she felt pressured, as she did not want to spend her life in a career she did not enjoy, but she had very little time to find a new career option. She found a job at graduation and began what she felt was a monotonous routine of engineering design. Months after her graduation, a friend of hers in college was arrested and tried in civilian court. The solemnity, order, and respect afforded to the lawyers and judge appealed to her greatly; this, she decided, was what she was meant to do. So she was resolved to enter and go through law school and become an attorney. She entered law school with little trouble, and while a student, she heard of Starfleet's Judge Advocate program. She had already toyed with being a Medical Officer, but with her newfound love of law, it seemed a better fit. She could now help keep order and provide legal services to the men and women volunteering their services to the betterment of civilization and knowledge. There was no greater honor. She was accepted to Starfleet Academy and commissioned as a Judge Advocate.
She has been a part of Starfleet for seven years now. She has served on the USS Cancer, Atlantis, and Jupiter.
Skills: Has an engineering background. As a Judge Advocate, she is licensed to practice law on Federation planets. Her legal specialties are Intellectual Property, Operational Law, and Criminal Justice. She is mostly familiar with Earth's legal system, but has working knowledge of other systems of law. But like any lawyer, she knows where to look to find answers for topics she is not aware of. Her fencing gives her knowledge of sword play.
Other: She speaks with a slight southern accent.
Sample Post:
Her desk was the messiest part of her office, with dozens of case files stacked high and deep. A cup of sweet tea was on the far left corner near her, with papers scattered directly in front of her. The rest of the room was organized, five shelves of books dedicated to law, and one containing her engineering books. A fencing saber was held above the desk, a decoration reminding the occupants of her hobby. She sipped her tea, and brushed her finger along the parchment: a witness report of an assault. The defendant had clubbed one of his crew members with a lamp. There was alcohol involved, along with rumors and the affection of another crew member contested, which caused the men to boil over and brawl. She closed the file and rubbed her temples; so long as she could prove that he not only started, but escalated the conflict, it should be a smooth case. She opened the evidence file, glancing over the bottle of alcohol that was being used. "What could be used against me?" She leaned back in her chair in thought. These men were competing for some time. The defendant had no previous record of offenses, much less violent ones. The only people drinking were the defendant and the victim. What if the defendant's drink was spiked? If he was drugged, it would reduce culpability. She stood, quickly and briskly walked out. "Walkers! I want a blood test on the defendant for the lamp case! I also want a test done on the bottle! Now!"
Walkers, her Paralegal, was efficient, and dealt with Catherine's antics, which she appreciated. Her requests were answered with an "Aye, ma'am!", and now it was time for her to wait for the results.
When it was time for the Court Martial, Catherine was finishing presenting the new evidence to the court. "... The defendant was drugged, your Honor. This blood test result shows he was drugged with a hallucinogen to make him aggressive. In his eyes, he wasn't fighting a rival--he was fighting something else. Therefore, the Prosecution believes that the defendant, Brandon Frost, is innocent, his record should be made clean, and he should immediately be placed back on duty."
"In light of this evidence, this court does find the innocent, Brandon Frost, innocent. His record shall be made clean, and Starfleet will assign him to a new ship. This court is adjourned." The gavel rapped, and Catherine sighed, a small smile on her face. Mission accomplished, the system did what the system was supposed to do. A letter was dropped on her table, which made her look up.
"Lieutenant-Commander Bishop, you are now assigned to the USS Orion. You will report to the Captain and present your credentials in a few days."
Her eyes widened and she gripped the letter and ran. "Books! Books! I need my books packed now! Walkers!"