Post by Hathos on Dec 12, 2021 14:42:30 GMT
Physical Description
Name: Hathos
Species: Romulan
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Height: 6"
Weight: 14 st
Build/Body Type: Mesomorph
Complexion: Olive skinned
Hair Color: Dark
Hair Style: Natural curls, short back and sides
Eye Color: Brown
Voice (optional): Refined, british influences
Off-Duty Clothing Preferences: Smart-casual
Distinguishing Features: Strong jawline, slight stubble, good posture. Slight burn marks on left hand
Face Claim: Oscar Isaac
Character Image:
Personal History
Early Life/Pre-Starfleet Career:
Born on Romulus in 2343, Hathos was only a couple years old when they left, too young to remember his home, their culture or why. Instead, the boy’s earliest memories were of spacecraft, followed by Earth itself. Once there his family settled in London, with protective measures that Hathos would not realise was irregular till he was nearing his teenage years. Once they decided he was old enough, his parents sat down the young Roman and explained to him the truth behind their exit from Romulus and the Star Empire. Saren, his father, had served for many years as an agent of the Empire, one of the Til Shiar, but not before the birth of his son he learned he had contracted an illness which would one day claim his life. Though not contagious, it began to make him ponder his mortality and he life he was leaving behind for his son, and the legacy he as a father would be remembered by. Though respected by his peers and family, he grew resentful and could not continue his work under their organisation any longer. It took caution and several years, but they managed to plan their escape from Imperial space and negotiate safe haven with the Federation. Though it would not be till after the Dominion war his father passed from his illness, Hathos never saw his father return to work once they had reached their new home.
Hathos grew up as normally as he could on earth, often claiming to be Vulcan to sidestep the judgements of humans who couldn’t tell the difference. He managed to go through his education with relative ease, getting a place at a University in England where he eventually graduated with enough qualifications to begin work as a civilian surgeon. However despite this he decided to instead apply for work as an emergency first responder, operating throughout London for several years to gain experience and help as any people as possible before deciding he would apply for a job as a Surgeon, a job he got. This job he kept up until the outbreak of the Dominion war.
Hathos was thirty years old when open conflict erupted, and though his family left the Roman Star Empire many years prior, word reached them of the Til Shiar’s almost complete destruction, a notion which frightened them into realising how dire this threat truly was. For the next two years of the War Hathos moved to America, volunteering his services as an experienced medical practitioner for the growingly filled medical institutions of Starfleet personnel who had been evacuated from the front lines. The war ended in 2375, and in 2376 he applied for Starfleet. Hoping he might continue to serve with his expertise while seeing the stars beyond Earth, and proving to himself he was a valuable member of the federation despite his heritage being with who many considered to be an enemy.
Academy/Technical Academy (if Starfleet):
Due to the citizenship granted to Hathos and his mother from his father’s work, he was eligible for application to Starfleet Academy, though he decided to make the move later in life than many of those on his courses. After succeeding with high scores on his Entrance exam, he was conflicted between security and medical for his future route in Starfleet. Though a respect and desire to follow in his father’s work made him wish to join security, it was his own interests and skills which worn the debate and lead to him following through with his medical training. Graduating starfleet Academy at the age of 37 with majors in Xenobiology along with his previous qualifications and experience as a Surgeon, physician and field medic.
Previous Assignments (if applicable):
N/A
Birthdate:August, 2343
Birthplace: Romulus
Marital Status & spouse name(s): Single
Siblings Names and Ages: N/A
Parents' Names:
Saren (Father)
Elani (Mother)
Parents' Status:
Saren= Deceased, illness in 2377
Elani= Alive, on Earth in London
Other Important Relatives:
Tomarak= Uncle, Romulan Military Officer
Pets: N/A
Best Friend:
Personality
Department Preference:
Medical
Commissioned, Enlisted or Civilian:
Commissioned
Reason for joining Starfleet or moving to a Federation base:
Wanted to leave Earth and see the stars while repaying the debt he felt he owed to Starfleet and the Federation for taking in his family.
Academy/Tech Majors and Interests:
-Xenobiology
-Medicine
-Hand to Hand Combat
Hobbies:
-Life drawing
-Earth Literature
-Hiking/Camping
-Board games
Short-term Goals:
Establish a new life for himself in Starfleet, complete with friends and maybe a partner
Long-term Goals:
To improve the reputation of Romulans amongst Federation members and to help bring advanced medical experience and knowledge to the frontiers of space and the less financially fortunate races within their domain.
Defining Characteristic:
His polite and grounded demeanour
Sense of Humor:
Awkward and delayed but present
Phobias or Fears:
-The Tal Shiar
-Deep Sea
Favorite Things:
-Clever word play
-Strategic thinking outside of purely military scenarios
-Relaxing
-Whiskey
Least Favorite Things:
-The Romulan Empire
-Swimming in open water
-Overly complex food
-Blind ambition
Bad Habits or Vices:
-Giving criticism but forgetting to make it constructive
-Assuming if people dislike him it's cause he's Romulan even if they don't give that as the reason
-Mis timing when to make a joke or when to treat things as a joke
Achievements (personal or professional):
-Serving as an emergency first responder on earth
-Qualifying as a Surgeon on earth
-Graduating from Starfleet
Disappointments:
-His father passing away before he got to watch him rise through the ranks within Starfleet
-Overthinking in his last long term relationship to the point of separating
Illnesses:
N/A
Strengths:
-Loyal
-Grounded
-Intelligent
-Inquisitive
Weaknesses:
-Paranoid
-Swimming
-Inconsistent social skills
Prejudices:
-Assumes all Vulcans either hate or distrusts him so he keeps them at arm's length for self defence emotionally and physically.
Please write a brief answer to 3 of the following (a sentence or two for each is fine):
Your character's best or favorite experience
Going out to a restaurant with his mum and dad for his mum's birthday in 2377, a few months before his dad passed away.
Your character's most crucial experience
Having to work through a course in his final year of Starfleet Academy where a Klingon student was in his class. Reminding him that not only was he not the only one from a species some still consider hostile, and that there will be other students he too has to work through judgements of not just expect others to not judge him.
Who is your character's role model and why?
His father, for placing the lives of his family and his moral judgement over the loyalty to his government and the expectations of his less immediate relations and friends.
Please write a brief sample post from your character’s perspective:
The space between both rooms was pretty lifeless for those few hours, no foot traffic of any kind going in or out. But that didn’t live it completely empty, not when it had a singular figure sat at a chair off near the door to the left hand room. His legs crossed, one hand holding a PADD horizontally while the other gently tapped a finger against the site of a cup, the hot drink within steaming up as he waited for it to be perfect for drinking. The majority of his focus however was on the PADD, his deep brown eyes scanning the text that appeared, already familiar with the text but not having returned to it’s contents since just before he left the academy. It was a play script, adapted from some novel back before humans had left their own atmosphere, but the story was still an interesting one.
His peace however was soon to be interrupted, the doors across from him sliding open, not a distressing noise but enough to make him aware he was no longer alone. The Romulan lowered the paid as he looked up, only now realising how dar the majority of the quarters were if not for the screen of his PADD, a couple dimmed lights around the walls and the glow of the stars from his display window. The one who greeted him was dressed identical to him, their uniforms marking them out as members of the station’s sciences division, though where Hathos was in medical, his somewhat friend was instead in what he would jokingly refer to as the real sciences. “I take it i am needed?” He asked with an exaggerated sigh, smiling softly as his friend nodded. He turned off the screen of he PADD as he placed it down on his coffee table, looking at the still hot cup of tea as he decided he best make haste just incase. He stood up, straightening his jacket and approaching the doorway as he looked at the other Starfleet Ensign and shook his head. “You can make me another once we’re off.”
Do you have previous experience with a role-play forum?
I do, i started last year and still write online to this day but have been doing tabletop and live action RP for many years.
What brought you to the Frontier?
TopSites
Is there anything else you’d like to tell us?
N/a
Name: Hathos
Species: Romulan
Gender: Male
Age: 38
Height: 6"
Weight: 14 st
Build/Body Type: Mesomorph
Complexion: Olive skinned
Hair Color: Dark
Hair Style: Natural curls, short back and sides
Eye Color: Brown
Voice (optional): Refined, british influences
Off-Duty Clothing Preferences: Smart-casual
Distinguishing Features: Strong jawline, slight stubble, good posture. Slight burn marks on left hand
Face Claim: Oscar Isaac
Character Image:
***
Personal History
Early Life/Pre-Starfleet Career:
Born on Romulus in 2343, Hathos was only a couple years old when they left, too young to remember his home, their culture or why. Instead, the boy’s earliest memories were of spacecraft, followed by Earth itself. Once there his family settled in London, with protective measures that Hathos would not realise was irregular till he was nearing his teenage years. Once they decided he was old enough, his parents sat down the young Roman and explained to him the truth behind their exit from Romulus and the Star Empire. Saren, his father, had served for many years as an agent of the Empire, one of the Til Shiar, but not before the birth of his son he learned he had contracted an illness which would one day claim his life. Though not contagious, it began to make him ponder his mortality and he life he was leaving behind for his son, and the legacy he as a father would be remembered by. Though respected by his peers and family, he grew resentful and could not continue his work under their organisation any longer. It took caution and several years, but they managed to plan their escape from Imperial space and negotiate safe haven with the Federation. Though it would not be till after the Dominion war his father passed from his illness, Hathos never saw his father return to work once they had reached their new home.
Hathos grew up as normally as he could on earth, often claiming to be Vulcan to sidestep the judgements of humans who couldn’t tell the difference. He managed to go through his education with relative ease, getting a place at a University in England where he eventually graduated with enough qualifications to begin work as a civilian surgeon. However despite this he decided to instead apply for work as an emergency first responder, operating throughout London for several years to gain experience and help as any people as possible before deciding he would apply for a job as a Surgeon, a job he got. This job he kept up until the outbreak of the Dominion war.
Hathos was thirty years old when open conflict erupted, and though his family left the Roman Star Empire many years prior, word reached them of the Til Shiar’s almost complete destruction, a notion which frightened them into realising how dire this threat truly was. For the next two years of the War Hathos moved to America, volunteering his services as an experienced medical practitioner for the growingly filled medical institutions of Starfleet personnel who had been evacuated from the front lines. The war ended in 2375, and in 2376 he applied for Starfleet. Hoping he might continue to serve with his expertise while seeing the stars beyond Earth, and proving to himself he was a valuable member of the federation despite his heritage being with who many considered to be an enemy.
Academy/Technical Academy (if Starfleet):
Due to the citizenship granted to Hathos and his mother from his father’s work, he was eligible for application to Starfleet Academy, though he decided to make the move later in life than many of those on his courses. After succeeding with high scores on his Entrance exam, he was conflicted between security and medical for his future route in Starfleet. Though a respect and desire to follow in his father’s work made him wish to join security, it was his own interests and skills which worn the debate and lead to him following through with his medical training. Graduating starfleet Academy at the age of 37 with majors in Xenobiology along with his previous qualifications and experience as a Surgeon, physician and field medic.
Previous Assignments (if applicable):
N/A
Birthdate:August, 2343
Birthplace: Romulus
Marital Status & spouse name(s): Single
Siblings Names and Ages: N/A
Parents' Names:
Saren (Father)
Elani (Mother)
Parents' Status:
Saren= Deceased, illness in 2377
Elani= Alive, on Earth in London
Other Important Relatives:
Tomarak= Uncle, Romulan Military Officer
Pets: N/A
Best Friend:
***
Personality
Department Preference:
Medical
Commissioned, Enlisted or Civilian:
Commissioned
Reason for joining Starfleet or moving to a Federation base:
Wanted to leave Earth and see the stars while repaying the debt he felt he owed to Starfleet and the Federation for taking in his family.
Academy/Tech Majors and Interests:
-Xenobiology
-Medicine
-Hand to Hand Combat
Hobbies:
-Life drawing
-Earth Literature
-Hiking/Camping
-Board games
Short-term Goals:
Establish a new life for himself in Starfleet, complete with friends and maybe a partner
Long-term Goals:
To improve the reputation of Romulans amongst Federation members and to help bring advanced medical experience and knowledge to the frontiers of space and the less financially fortunate races within their domain.
Defining Characteristic:
His polite and grounded demeanour
Sense of Humor:
Awkward and delayed but present
Phobias or Fears:
-The Tal Shiar
-Deep Sea
Favorite Things:
-Clever word play
-Strategic thinking outside of purely military scenarios
-Relaxing
-Whiskey
Least Favorite Things:
-The Romulan Empire
-Swimming in open water
-Overly complex food
-Blind ambition
Bad Habits or Vices:
-Giving criticism but forgetting to make it constructive
-Assuming if people dislike him it's cause he's Romulan even if they don't give that as the reason
-Mis timing when to make a joke or when to treat things as a joke
Achievements (personal or professional):
-Serving as an emergency first responder on earth
-Qualifying as a Surgeon on earth
-Graduating from Starfleet
Disappointments:
-His father passing away before he got to watch him rise through the ranks within Starfleet
-Overthinking in his last long term relationship to the point of separating
Illnesses:
N/A
Strengths:
-Loyal
-Grounded
-Intelligent
-Inquisitive
Weaknesses:
-Paranoid
-Swimming
-Inconsistent social skills
Prejudices:
-Assumes all Vulcans either hate or distrusts him so he keeps them at arm's length for self defence emotionally and physically.
***
Please write a brief answer to 3 of the following (a sentence or two for each is fine):
Your character's best or favorite experience
Going out to a restaurant with his mum and dad for his mum's birthday in 2377, a few months before his dad passed away.
Your character's most crucial experience
Having to work through a course in his final year of Starfleet Academy where a Klingon student was in his class. Reminding him that not only was he not the only one from a species some still consider hostile, and that there will be other students he too has to work through judgements of not just expect others to not judge him.
Who is your character's role model and why?
His father, for placing the lives of his family and his moral judgement over the loyalty to his government and the expectations of his less immediate relations and friends.
Please write a brief sample post from your character’s perspective:
The space between both rooms was pretty lifeless for those few hours, no foot traffic of any kind going in or out. But that didn’t live it completely empty, not when it had a singular figure sat at a chair off near the door to the left hand room. His legs crossed, one hand holding a PADD horizontally while the other gently tapped a finger against the site of a cup, the hot drink within steaming up as he waited for it to be perfect for drinking. The majority of his focus however was on the PADD, his deep brown eyes scanning the text that appeared, already familiar with the text but not having returned to it’s contents since just before he left the academy. It was a play script, adapted from some novel back before humans had left their own atmosphere, but the story was still an interesting one.
His peace however was soon to be interrupted, the doors across from him sliding open, not a distressing noise but enough to make him aware he was no longer alone. The Romulan lowered the paid as he looked up, only now realising how dar the majority of the quarters were if not for the screen of his PADD, a couple dimmed lights around the walls and the glow of the stars from his display window. The one who greeted him was dressed identical to him, their uniforms marking them out as members of the station’s sciences division, though where Hathos was in medical, his somewhat friend was instead in what he would jokingly refer to as the real sciences. “I take it i am needed?” He asked with an exaggerated sigh, smiling softly as his friend nodded. He turned off the screen of he PADD as he placed it down on his coffee table, looking at the still hot cup of tea as he decided he best make haste just incase. He stood up, straightening his jacket and approaching the doorway as he looked at the other Starfleet Ensign and shook his head. “You can make me another once we’re off.”
***
Do you have previous experience with a role-play forum?
I do, i started last year and still write online to this day but have been doing tabletop and live action RP for many years.
What brought you to the Frontier?
TopSites
Is there anything else you’d like to tell us?
N/a
