Post by Declan Reilly on Jun 11, 2020 23:52:56 GMT
Physical Description
Name:Declan Reilly
Species:Human
Gender:Male
Age:33
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 175 Lbs
Build/Body Type: Ruggedly muscular
Complexion: Fair
Hair Color: Dirty Blond
Hair Style: Slightly spiky
Eye Color: Blue
Voice (optional):
Off-Duty Clothing Preferences: Sweaters, tunics, and suits
Distinguishing Features: Piercing blue eyes, intense stare, cocky smile
Face Claim: Kenneth Brannagh
Character Image:
link an image of your character and indicate if you need someone to add a uniform and background. For images of characters already in Starfleet uniforms, you can use STAvatars.com; no canon character images permitted***
Personal History
Early Life/Pre-Starfleet Career:
Declan Reilly was born in 2347 in Cork, Ireland on Earth to two loving parents, Kenneth and Frances Reilly. The youngest of four, Declan spent much of his childhood in the pub that his parents owned, talking and watching. While his older sister destined to be a Starfleet captain, and his twin brothers wanted to take over the bar, Declan had different ambitions. Mainly in that he didn’t have any. While he maintained excellent grades and played a multitude of sports, the most engaging experience for him was to go down to the bar and listen. Each patron had a story, and with a bit of coercing, were usually willing to share it, no counseling techniques needed.
His parents' pub was popular, and had many an out-of-town visitor, or even off-world. As he grew older, Declan created a game for himself. He would analyze a patron: their mannerisms, their speech patterns, even the drinks they ordered. He would talk to them, learn as much as he could. And when they inevitably left, he'd add that persona to his file, using it on the bar regulars and visitors alike. Soon, his friends turned it into a game of their own; try and get Declan to break character. He never did.
At the age of 18, he joined the Academy, not so much to become an officer, but to meet new people. And to find some new relations, as well. He was the flirt, the shoulder to cry on, and the last person you wanted to mess with, depending on who you asked. One of his instructors latched onto this instinct, and quickly drew him into the Intelligence training program. Declan thrived there, finding that most of the skills and abilities came naturally to him. However, so did quite a few disciplinary charges, including fraternizing with an Admiral’s daughter…
Previous Assignments (if applicable):A small selection of postings include:
Diplomatic Attache- Federation Embassy to the Gorn Hegemony
Acting Chief Tactical Officer, USS Exeter
Lead Investigator- Destruction of the USS Cleveland
Starfleet Special Operations- Betazed
Bartender- Deep Space 5
Each was a cover, each was disposed of when completed.
Birthplace: Cork, Ireland
Marital Status & spouse name(s): Single
Siblings Names and Ages:
Riona Reilly, 38. XO, USS Lansing
Aden & Brennan Reilly, 35, Pub Owners
Parents' Names: Kenneth & Frances ReillyParents' Status: Alive
Other Important Relatives:None
Pets: None
Best Friend: Commander Clayton Stanton, Starfleet Intelligence. Former boss & partner
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Personality
Department Preference:
Intelligence
Commissioned, Enlisted or Civilian: Commissioned
Reason for joining Starfleet or moving to a Federation base: He joined Starfleet to connect with others. He moved to the base because it was next on his assignment list
Academy/Tech Majors and Interests: Major: Sociology Minor: Small group tactics
Hobbies: Drinking, ReadingShort-term Goals: To finish his assignment
Long-term Goals: He really doesn't have any
Defining Characteristic: His swagger. He knows what he knows, and will absolutely tell you about it.
Sense of Humor: Dry, witty, sarcastic.
Phobias or Fears: Being exposed, being stabbed again
Favorite Things: A good Fuisce, a good story, and the time to share both
Least Favorite Things: Awkward situations, kanar, wearing prosthetics
Bad Habits or Vices: Drinking, whether after a success or failure.
Achievements (personal or professional): Declan doesn't track these, really. He just moves on
Disappointments: Whenever a cover is blown, whenever he gives his all, and still fails
Illnesses: Pang in his chest from a healed stab wound, genetic disposition for heart disease
Strengths: Flexible, adaptable, knowledgeable, charismatic
Weaknesses: Loner when not in mission mode, ungrounded, chaotic. Loses sense of identity. Occasional haunts from past experiences
Prejudices: the Gorn, any person who speaks ill of Intel
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Please write a brief answer to 3 of the following (a sentence or two for each is fine):
Your character's most painful experience
Without a doubt, getting stabbed. He still feels a twinge in his chest, years later, when in uncomfortable situations.
Your character's best or favorite experience
There was this one time, on Constanthus. The Romulan governor held an event there, invited the local elite. That mission was riveting; rubbing shoulders with the right people, a bit of pick-pocketing, and all the Romulan Ale you could get your hands on.
Your character's most crucial experience
His first command of a mission. Infiltrate a Cardassian-held world, get the information they needed, get out. One of his agents was caught, and executed on the spot, mere meters from where Declan was hiding.
Who is your character's role model and why?
His former partner, Clayton Stanton. The man has been in the business longer than most, and has made it look easy. Able to compartmentalize better than most, and still keep his personality.
Please write a brief sample post from your character’s perspective:
The doors whooshed open, revealing the beleaguered face of Declan Reilly. His clothes, tattered and soiled, were covered in engine grease, grime, and dirt. He had spent the better part of a week hiding in the cargo hold of a Cardassian freighter in order to make his way back to Mantilles. He took a whiff of the air in the small office, noting the scent of lavender. Stanton was an odd duck, that was for sure.
"Thanks for the lift, you muppet," Declan exclaimed, leaning against the bulkhead directly beside the door.
"Right then, of course, invade my office with your stench and bad attitude. It's not like I was doing anything of importance," the man behind the desk replied. The man, a human in his late fourties, scowled at Declan for several moments, before breaking out in a smirk. "Told you to wait for my signal, but no, you had to make your own exfil plan. And see where that got you?" Clayton Stanton, his mentor and friend. The man had a face that appeared to be chiseled out of pure marble, gruff and intimidating. Which always stood in stark contrast to his speaking pattern, soft and unassuming. The lavender incense certainly didn't help, either. But those who knew him best weren't fooled by the facade. Clayton was one of the most successful agents Intel had ever produced. He paused, then gestured towards the bulkhead to his left. "Here, you idiot. Replicator's already programmed with your next uniform."
Declan made his way to the panel, noting that along with the uniform, a cup of coffee was already pre-programmed in, ready to be dispensed with the push of a button. Declan's eyes narrowed immediately, suspicion creeping in. The success of a mission was usually met with a drink, not a wake-up call. Even when times were tough during the war, they had been able to take the time to step back, celebrate for a moment. His suspicions were confirmed a moment later when the uniform finished replication. It was Intelligence grey, with his real rank. Uh oh.
Declan turned slowly, eying his boss with a fair bit of suspicion and annoyance. "Alright, what happened? Who messed up? What do we need to save face for?" In response, Clayton tapped the desk in front of him, a PADD sitting there waiting. Declan picked it up, glancing over the details. No cover identity, no support, only one other agent in the area. It was a nightmare. "What exactly did I do to deserve this?"
Clayton shrugged. "You need to lay low for a bit. The Cardassians know about your Reynolds persona. That and...well, Admiral Quinn found you again."
Declan sighed. "You sleep with a man's daughter once, and he makes it his personal mission to end you. So unprofessional."
Clayton merely nodded. "Well, it's your problem to deal with. Repack your go-bag, your shuttle leaves in an hour. Have fun at Front Ear Station. Don't forget to send me a postcard."
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Do you have previous experience with a role-play forum?
Oh yes, close to...15 years?
What brought you to the Frontier?
Saw the post on RPG-D, and was intrigued.
Is there anything else you’d like to tell us?
