Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21 
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on May 24, 2021 17:27:51 GMT
DaiMon (ret'd) Djerk, Esq.
Djerk, who still insists on using his title of DaiMon as he is entitled to through maintaining that privilege through payment to the Ferengi Alliance's ship masters' association. He is also a fully qualified lawyer, and he is recognized and licensed to practice by the Orion Law Society, the Ferengi Litigation Board, the Nyberrite Alliance Legal Department and the California Bar Association.
He is also the proprietor of the Latinum Whispers Hotel and Lounge, from which he operates his legal office.
He is rumoured to have a number of unsavoury contacts and to deal in a number of grey- and black-market dealings, but such would be highly illegal and would most certainly compromise his legal practice...
In terms of appearance, he is truly unremarkable and dresses with the typical slick garishness of his people.
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Jul 29, 2021 20:30:12 GMT
Name: Ilario Matteus Alfonse Vierdeau Age: 54 Species: Human Height (approximate okay): 1,57m Weight (approximate okay: 55kg Eye color: Blue Hair color: Grey Face-Claim (Optional): Tom Hiddleston  Profession: Rich layabout fancying himself an adventurer because he's running out of money Rank (if Starfleet): N/A Relation to Character: N/A Dialogue color (strongly recommended): chocolateBiography (optional):Ilario had it all. Wealthy family, connection, a prime education at Oxford and the Sorbonne, never needed to work a day in his life. Now if only he could have had some good sense to go with thoroughly winning the genetic lottery. Upon the deaths of his parents and being able to access his inheritance, he rejected all advice from accountants and lawyers with regards to pacing himself and administering his newfound wealth and he went about the life of an interstellar jet-setter, and before long he started fancying himself a private explorer, some kind of 24th century version of Belzoni. He even owns his own ship, the Calypso, named after famous explorer Jacques Cousteau's own vessel, and his crew, he is proud of saying, are all Starfleet-trained. Save that with what he offered to pay them, he did not precisely poach the cream of the service, and he instead found himself with a complement that is about the prize at the end of a cruise rather than any truly meaningful exploratory, zoological, botanical, xeno-anthropological and archeological 'field research'. As it stands, he is considered the bane of many a reputable scientist, and he is reputed to be one to 'acquire' many specimens and cultural artifacts that may or may not be entirely legal.
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Joshua Niles
Security & Tactical
[TI22]
Posts: 649 Likes: 21
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Tactical Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Joshua Niles on Oct 22, 2021 2:09:31 GMT
Name: Reginald Osmond Delaney
Nickname: Goes by as Oz
Age: 14
Species: Human
Height (approximate okay): 1,54m
Weight (approximate okay: 55kg
Eye color: Brown
Hair color: Red
Face-Claim (Optional): N/A
Profession: Teenager
Rank (if Starfleet): Dad is a retired Commander!
Relation to Character: N/A
Dialogue color (strongly recommended): tomato
Biography (optional):
The son of Commander (recently retired) Osmond Charles Delaney, a Starfleet officer who had just recently held a training command in the Sol system, and Doctor Deborah Margaret Delaney, a reputed mycologist, Reginald is finding himself in exile at the back end of absolutely nowhere when his father took his retirement and chose to relocated, along with his wife and children, to the Kerelia colony.
His departure from Earth meant he had to leave behind friend, luxuries, conveniences, and a blazing-fast subspace connection, a school where he was known to be truly 'edgy' as the vernacular of the early 21st century went, and a girlfriend he was almost going steady with.
Suffice to say, he is none too pleased to be relocating to somewhere deep in the pimple in the armpit of nowhere.
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