Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 17:59:13 GMT -8
Character's Name: Braden Dexter
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile: 5’10”, 190 lbs., short brown hair, green eyes, built, Caucasian
Birthplace: Portland, Maine
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Assistant Chief of Operations
Talon or SGE?: Talon
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: No; Alyssa and Aaron
How did you find us? Fate
Personality:
Braden is largely sociable individual. However, both the hurt he suffered from his family and his innate restlessness have created deeper commitment issues, of which he tends to deny.
Professionally, Braden is a by-the-book officer. He doesn’t appreciate creativity that pushes the bounds of reason or expectation, especially in situations where protocol is just as applicable.
Unlike a number of his peers along the Operations track, Braden has a healthy confidence in himself and his work, though perhaps a somewhat unhealthy amount of pride. It can often create a blind spot that only the onlooker can see, and only the concerned may address.
Background and History:
Braden was born September 21, 2375 in Portland, Maine to Michael and Sara Dexter. The Dexter’s were a quiet family content to live their lives in the uneventful corners of Earth. Michael spent much of his time drawing while Sara had a near obsession with the sea. Braden spent as much of his childhood on the sea as he did on dry land—a foreshadowing of his life in Starfleet.
As a child, Braden never stopped. He had an innate restlessness that drove him to explore his small corner of the world. It drove his parents to insanity when it came to controlling their son. When they wanted to sit and read, he wanted to run and discover. Too many times, Warren would sneak out of his parent’s watchful gaze, leaving them with nothing by anxiety and frustration.
Needless to say, he was spanked many times as a child.
But his restlessness only grew with age. It didn’t take long for Braden to idealize a life in Starfleet. His parent’s found themselves in the uncomfortable position of either supporting their son’s decision—a decision neither of them relished—or discouraging the dream and risk alienating him.
They chose the path that served his "best interest": staying home.
Braden was only patient with his parent’s resistance for so long. Teenage rebellion and human instinct drove a wedge between them. Braden's stubbornness won out, eventually, and despite knowing that his decision would create a permanent rift between him and his parents, Warren applied to the Academy.
The day he was accepted was a far less gratifying day than it ought to have been. There was no congratulations, no pronouncements of pride or accomplishment. His parent’s merely accepted they could not stop Braden, and stepped out of his way. When he stepped out of his Portland home, Braden knew that he was making this journey on his own—alone.
With his bridges half burned, Braden threw himself into Starfleet Academy. He expanded his mind and his social circle, seeking out a whole new way of living. It was everything he had hoped for and more. The challenges of academia were invigorating, and he passed with mostly flying colors.
Upon graduation, Braden was assigned as an operations officer at Starbase 16. It was a terrible assignment for him. He expected to be out flying amongst the stars, not trapped in the depths of a floating hunk of metal and technology. It was tormenting to watch the starships come and go and not fly away with them.
His CO finally obliged his request, and granted Braden his transfer. He finally found his place amongst the stars aboard the Vesuvius, a Galaxy-class starship. Braden settled in, made friends, even developed some intimate relationships amongst the crew.
In time, he found his skills and talents evermore appreciated to the point that he was promoted to Lieutenant but even with the mostly fond memories he had of his time aboard the Vesuvius, Braden felt the wanderlust of his childhood. He couldn’t afford to settle in, especially when it came to his career.
So, with more apprehension than he anticipated, Warren put in transfer for the Triton, a Luna-class starship preparing for a five-year, deep-space assignment. The journey throughout those five years was nothing less than incredible. Though he was only a bystander through many of the discoveries, Warren still found a sense of pride and accomplishment for each and every planet they discovered, or first contact they made, or new facet of the universe they uncovered.
Nearly three years into the assignment, the Assistant Chief of Operations was killed on an away mission, creating a need for Braden to fulfill. It was hardly the way he wanted the job, but what had been done was done, and he accepted the responsibility.
When the five-year mission was completed, Braden put in for another transfer, this time to the Talon. The idea of exploring the Gamma Quadrant was nothing less than exhilarating, and if rumors coming out of the Talon were true, he knew he would never be lacking for adventure.
Name of Celebrity: Taylor Kitsch
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“I don’t know what to say,” Braden admitted. “The primary sensor array has been allocated to Astrometrics for the next four hours, and after that Engineering will running a diagnostic on the entire system.”
Lt. Evans let out an exaggerated sigh. “I know. But I need the sensor array to complete our analysis of the Nebula, and we are set to depart in eight hours."
Braden reopened the list of allocation requests. “See for yourself: I have no requests from Astrophysics.
“I know that!” Evans repeated, losing a degree of control over his temper. He calmed himself, and turned to reasoning rather emotion.
“We just uncovered a peculiar spike of Duderon particles within the nebula.” Braden looked at Evans with questioning ignorance. Evans took the hint. “We’ve never before seen them as clustered as they are here. It could point to a fascinating discovery in astrophysics.”
As little interest as he had in Astrophysics, Braden tried to share in the enthusiasm. “That’s great. I hope you find something…” He paused as he searched for an appropriate description. “…ground-breaking, but unless you can convince Astrometrics to yield some of their time, you
ll have to do it without the sensor array.”
“Braden!” Evans quietly yelled. “I’m asking you as a friend: find me some time, please.”
Braden's stare met his friend’s with opposing determination. “And as my friend, you should know better. I don’t show favoritism. I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything. If a slot opens up, you will be the first I call.”
“I can’t believe—“
“Lieutenant,” Braden interrupted, his voice calm but firm. “I have a busy day ahead of me, so unless there was anything else, I need to get back to work.”
Braden could see that Evans contemplated a retort of some kind, but in the end, he bellowed out a growl and stormed out. Braden head cocked slightly as he pondered the frustration of that episode.
What did Michael expect of him? To call up Astrometrics or Engineering and tell them that their schedules had to be delayed on the whims of another department? Was he supposed to lie to them and make some kind of excuse? What kind of officer did Michael see Braden as?
He shook his head, and swiveled his chair back to his console. There was still far more to do, but at least he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. The Triton was due at Starbase Gamma Etimon in two weeks, where his transfer would be complete. He’d taken the liberty of looking over the Talon, both the ship herself and her records. She’d had a spectacular run. The thought of joining that run made him almost giddy.
His new home and his new crew were waiting for him. All he had to do was catch them.
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Physical Profile: 5’10”, 190 lbs., short brown hair, green eyes, built, Caucasian
Birthplace: Portland, Maine
Preferred rank: Lieutenant
Department: Assistant Chief of Operations
Talon or SGE?: Talon
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: No; Alyssa and Aaron
How did you find us? Fate
Personality:
Braden is largely sociable individual. However, both the hurt he suffered from his family and his innate restlessness have created deeper commitment issues, of which he tends to deny.
Professionally, Braden is a by-the-book officer. He doesn’t appreciate creativity that pushes the bounds of reason or expectation, especially in situations where protocol is just as applicable.
Unlike a number of his peers along the Operations track, Braden has a healthy confidence in himself and his work, though perhaps a somewhat unhealthy amount of pride. It can often create a blind spot that only the onlooker can see, and only the concerned may address.
Background and History:
Braden was born September 21, 2375 in Portland, Maine to Michael and Sara Dexter. The Dexter’s were a quiet family content to live their lives in the uneventful corners of Earth. Michael spent much of his time drawing while Sara had a near obsession with the sea. Braden spent as much of his childhood on the sea as he did on dry land—a foreshadowing of his life in Starfleet.
As a child, Braden never stopped. He had an innate restlessness that drove him to explore his small corner of the world. It drove his parents to insanity when it came to controlling their son. When they wanted to sit and read, he wanted to run and discover. Too many times, Warren would sneak out of his parent’s watchful gaze, leaving them with nothing by anxiety and frustration.
Needless to say, he was spanked many times as a child.
But his restlessness only grew with age. It didn’t take long for Braden to idealize a life in Starfleet. His parent’s found themselves in the uncomfortable position of either supporting their son’s decision—a decision neither of them relished—or discouraging the dream and risk alienating him.
They chose the path that served his "best interest": staying home.
Braden was only patient with his parent’s resistance for so long. Teenage rebellion and human instinct drove a wedge between them. Braden's stubbornness won out, eventually, and despite knowing that his decision would create a permanent rift between him and his parents, Warren applied to the Academy.
The day he was accepted was a far less gratifying day than it ought to have been. There was no congratulations, no pronouncements of pride or accomplishment. His parent’s merely accepted they could not stop Braden, and stepped out of his way. When he stepped out of his Portland home, Braden knew that he was making this journey on his own—alone.
With his bridges half burned, Braden threw himself into Starfleet Academy. He expanded his mind and his social circle, seeking out a whole new way of living. It was everything he had hoped for and more. The challenges of academia were invigorating, and he passed with mostly flying colors.
Upon graduation, Braden was assigned as an operations officer at Starbase 16. It was a terrible assignment for him. He expected to be out flying amongst the stars, not trapped in the depths of a floating hunk of metal and technology. It was tormenting to watch the starships come and go and not fly away with them.
His CO finally obliged his request, and granted Braden his transfer. He finally found his place amongst the stars aboard the Vesuvius, a Galaxy-class starship. Braden settled in, made friends, even developed some intimate relationships amongst the crew.
In time, he found his skills and talents evermore appreciated to the point that he was promoted to Lieutenant but even with the mostly fond memories he had of his time aboard the Vesuvius, Braden felt the wanderlust of his childhood. He couldn’t afford to settle in, especially when it came to his career.
So, with more apprehension than he anticipated, Warren put in transfer for the Triton, a Luna-class starship preparing for a five-year, deep-space assignment. The journey throughout those five years was nothing less than incredible. Though he was only a bystander through many of the discoveries, Warren still found a sense of pride and accomplishment for each and every planet they discovered, or first contact they made, or new facet of the universe they uncovered.
Nearly three years into the assignment, the Assistant Chief of Operations was killed on an away mission, creating a need for Braden to fulfill. It was hardly the way he wanted the job, but what had been done was done, and he accepted the responsibility.
When the five-year mission was completed, Braden put in for another transfer, this time to the Talon. The idea of exploring the Gamma Quadrant was nothing less than exhilarating, and if rumors coming out of the Talon were true, he knew he would never be lacking for adventure.
Name of Celebrity: Taylor Kitsch
Avatar of your chosen character (please include the link to the picture here). Your picture should be no more than 150 pixels wide:
Sample Roleplay:
“I don’t know what to say,” Braden admitted. “The primary sensor array has been allocated to Astrometrics for the next four hours, and after that Engineering will running a diagnostic on the entire system.”
Lt. Evans let out an exaggerated sigh. “I know. But I need the sensor array to complete our analysis of the Nebula, and we are set to depart in eight hours."
Braden reopened the list of allocation requests. “See for yourself: I have no requests from Astrophysics.
“I know that!” Evans repeated, losing a degree of control over his temper. He calmed himself, and turned to reasoning rather emotion.
“We just uncovered a peculiar spike of Duderon particles within the nebula.” Braden looked at Evans with questioning ignorance. Evans took the hint. “We’ve never before seen them as clustered as they are here. It could point to a fascinating discovery in astrophysics.”
As little interest as he had in Astrophysics, Braden tried to share in the enthusiasm. “That’s great. I hope you find something…” He paused as he searched for an appropriate description. “…ground-breaking, but unless you can convince Astrometrics to yield some of their time, you
ll have to do it without the sensor array.”
“Braden!” Evans quietly yelled. “I’m asking you as a friend: find me some time, please.”
Braden's stare met his friend’s with opposing determination. “And as my friend, you should know better. I don’t show favoritism. I’m sorry, but I can’t do anything. If a slot opens up, you will be the first I call.”
“I can’t believe—“
“Lieutenant,” Braden interrupted, his voice calm but firm. “I have a busy day ahead of me, so unless there was anything else, I need to get back to work.”
Braden could see that Evans contemplated a retort of some kind, but in the end, he bellowed out a growl and stormed out. Braden head cocked slightly as he pondered the frustration of that episode.
What did Michael expect of him? To call up Astrometrics or Engineering and tell them that their schedules had to be delayed on the whims of another department? Was he supposed to lie to them and make some kind of excuse? What kind of officer did Michael see Braden as?
He shook his head, and swiveled his chair back to his console. There was still far more to do, but at least he could see the light at the end of the tunnel. The Triton was due at Starbase Gamma Etimon in two weeks, where his transfer would be complete. He’d taken the liberty of looking over the Talon, both the ship herself and her records. She’d had a spectacular run. The thought of joining that run made him almost giddy.
His new home and his new crew were waiting for him. All he had to do was catch them.