Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2009 9:48:55 GMT -8
Character's Name: Stetson Griffon
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile 6'1", 185lb, sandy brown, ice blue, skin is weathered and tanned, Scottish/Native American mix.
Birthplace: Pecos, TX, Earth
Preferred rank: Lieutenant Commander
Department: Security - Chief
Awards and Honors
Personality: Over-aged boy scout with an attitude, in tune with the spirits.
Background and History: Raised on the prairies of West Texas, Stetson quickly grew to manhood, not only because of the harsh environment, but because of his Native American heritage. Steeped in the traditions of the Scottish highlands from his father's side of the family and the Comanche on his mother's, a sense of honor, duty, and spirituality was deeply ingrained into his being. This sense of right and wrong naturally led him to a career in law enforcement. First, as a deputy sheriff, then as a Texas Ranger. Retiring after the minimum fifteen years, he applied to Starfleet Academy, specializing in Security. After a succession of shipboard and planetary assignments of increasing responsibility, Stetson now finds himself appointed as Chief of Security on the Peregrin.
Name of Celebrity: Dennis Quaid
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Stetson snapped awake at the sound of his communicator's beep. "Commander Griffon here." he answered, after a moment's thought. He still wasn't used to being called Commander. Only yesterday he was just a Lieutenant. Then, in a message from Starfleet HQ, he not only was promoted, but given his first posting as the Chief of Security. He was going to the Peregrin. With a grin on his face that threatened to break his cheeks, he waited for the message.
"Commander, your shuttle to the Peregrin has arrived. Please report to Shuttle Bay B-2-MP at 0900 hrs."
Slapping his communicator, Griffon acknowledged the directive, looking at the clock. Time: 0700. "Plenty of time," he thought. "I need to think about what the owl said."
What the owl said. It had been too long since he had been contacted by any of the spirits from either side of the family. Then last night, the owl came and warned him, "Let the mind lead, but the heart command."
"Great, just great," Stetson mused. "He Who Sings warned me there would be messages like this. Wish to hell he had told me how to interpret them too! Maybe I left the sweat lodge too soon."
Even with those cryptic words still sounding in his spirit, he couldn't help himself. Feeling like a little boy, he laughed, jumped in the air as high as he could, and let out a resounding cry. "Yiyiyiyi" bounced off the walls, stopping Stetson just before he jumped again. "Fine way for a Chief of Security to act," he chuckled to himself. "Glad no one was here to see that!"
Grabbing his AWOL bag and turning to leave, Stetson gave one last look at his quarters. "Well, Foul Wind Maker, time to get going." With a spring in his step, he left his quarters and made his way to the shuttle bay, whistling "Scotland the Brave" as he went, lamenting the fact that he had already packed his bagpipes. "Should have left them with a reminder of what REAL music is all about!"
Age: 47
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile 6'1", 185lb, sandy brown, ice blue, skin is weathered and tanned, Scottish/Native American mix.
Birthplace: Pecos, TX, Earth
Preferred rank: Lieutenant Commander
Department: Security - Chief
Awards and Honors
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Personality: Over-aged boy scout with an attitude, in tune with the spirits.
Background and History: Raised on the prairies of West Texas, Stetson quickly grew to manhood, not only because of the harsh environment, but because of his Native American heritage. Steeped in the traditions of the Scottish highlands from his father's side of the family and the Comanche on his mother's, a sense of honor, duty, and spirituality was deeply ingrained into his being. This sense of right and wrong naturally led him to a career in law enforcement. First, as a deputy sheriff, then as a Texas Ranger. Retiring after the minimum fifteen years, he applied to Starfleet Academy, specializing in Security. After a succession of shipboard and planetary assignments of increasing responsibility, Stetson now finds himself appointed as Chief of Security on the Peregrin.
Name of Celebrity: Dennis Quaid
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Sample Roleplay:
Stetson snapped awake at the sound of his communicator's beep. "Commander Griffon here." he answered, after a moment's thought. He still wasn't used to being called Commander. Only yesterday he was just a Lieutenant. Then, in a message from Starfleet HQ, he not only was promoted, but given his first posting as the Chief of Security. He was going to the Peregrin. With a grin on his face that threatened to break his cheeks, he waited for the message.
"Commander, your shuttle to the Peregrin has arrived. Please report to Shuttle Bay B-2-MP at 0900 hrs."
Slapping his communicator, Griffon acknowledged the directive, looking at the clock. Time: 0700. "Plenty of time," he thought. "I need to think about what the owl said."
What the owl said. It had been too long since he had been contacted by any of the spirits from either side of the family. Then last night, the owl came and warned him, "Let the mind lead, but the heart command."
"Great, just great," Stetson mused. "He Who Sings warned me there would be messages like this. Wish to hell he had told me how to interpret them too! Maybe I left the sweat lodge too soon."
Even with those cryptic words still sounding in his spirit, he couldn't help himself. Feeling like a little boy, he laughed, jumped in the air as high as he could, and let out a resounding cry. "Yiyiyiyi" bounced off the walls, stopping Stetson just before he jumped again. "Fine way for a Chief of Security to act," he chuckled to himself. "Glad no one was here to see that!"
Grabbing his AWOL bag and turning to leave, Stetson gave one last look at his quarters. "Well, Foul Wind Maker, time to get going." With a spring in his step, he left his quarters and made his way to the shuttle bay, whistling "Scotland the Brave" as he went, lamenting the fact that he had already packed his bagpipes. "Should have left them with a reminder of what REAL music is all about!"