Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2017 16:36:54 GMT -8
Character's Name:
Isaac Hargreaves
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Date of birth:
19th September, 2375
Birthplace:
Brighton, England, Earth
Year of Academy Graduation:
Not Applicable
Talon, DS10, or RTF?
DS10
Preferred rank:
Not Applicable
Department:
Tavern Owner
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters:
No. Anjohl Etilen, Coralie Boulos; do not wish to RP them further.
How did you find us?
Google
Physical Profile (height, weight, hair color, eye color, etc.): 5ft 11in, 190lbs, Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, Average-Athletic Build, Brown Beard
Personality:
Isaac is, at heart, a people person. He is outgoing, charismatic and rarely fails to lift the spirits of any wayward soul who may cross his path. However, amongst the well-worded, friendly nature hides Isaac a nasty, bossy and rude individual who sometimes inadvertently upsets a few people. This side is most often seen when he his frustrated with or angry at something (or very occasionally, someone). Luckily those feelings rarely last more than a day or two and often Isaac will be the first one to admit he was out of line, the only problem being that he never learns from those apologies, often repeating similar behaviour with someone else.
Background and History:
Isaac Hargreaves was born in Brighton, England just as the Dominion War came to a close and the Federation began the effort to rebuild the Alpha Quadrant. Neither of his parents chose to serve in Starfleet as their grandparents once had, breaking their family's traditions for years previously. Instead, Isaac's father, Jason, worked as an adjutant to several Federation diplomats and is mother, Hannah, was a locally well-known pub owner. Isaac's childhood was filled with the smell of synthetic root beer and ciders from helping his mother in the back of the bar as well as regular outings to the famous rocky beaches of the Brighton coastline where he and his dad often scared mum by swimming too far out.
Throughout his teen years, Isaac was groomed to take over his mother's bar when he was old enough, but when his father was transferred off-world to assist the Federation's ambassador to Andoria, his mother's plans were put on hold indefinitely. The transfer put a strain on Isaac's relationship with his father, as he blamed him for taking away his and his mother's passion. As soon as his 18th birthday passed, Isaac left Andoria in a hurry.
After a three-year stint on Risa working as a lifeguard, where he had the occasional boyfriend, and eleven years of moving from planet to planet attempting to find that spark so many of his friends said they had when joining Starfleet, Isaac ended up on Deep Space 9. The Gamma Quadrant had always appealed to him; to be where almost no other Alpha Quadrant dweller had been was an intriguing prospect and after just a few days on the station, Isaac began to understand why he'd drifted towards the Wormhole.
The long and tense conversation with his parents over subspace followed, but he eventually convinced them that the Gamma Quadrant was where he wanted to be. After some research in DS9's information terminals, Isaac found out that there was an opening for a tavern owner on DS10. He instantly fell in love with the place after exploring it in the holosuite and put in the application for ownership as soon as he could. Isaac contacted his mother and told her that he would be carrying on her legacy after all, and as a celebration, she sent him the last bottle of her vintage whiskey to get his business started.
Nine months of preparation later and just before his 34th birthday, Isaac boarded the transport with all of his worldly possessions and after a short journey, his new life as owner of the newly-refurbished Anchor Tavern began. Though this life, it seemed, was not meant to be. The immense difficulties that Deep Space 10 had presented, such as a mass of corpses outside his tavern's window, the alien holosuite programme gone awry that almost caused the deaths of two people, excluding himself, and the man who had sold him the aforementioned programme and his potentially devastating, though now-foiled, plans, they had all made Isaac acutely aware of his own incompetence and weaknesses, and to him, staying on DS10 was no longer an option.
And so, when Captain Monroe of the Talon offered him a position aboard his vessel, Isaac practically jumped for joy. Packing his things, he boarded the transfer shuttle as soon as he could, passing the ownership of the Tavern back to the station authority, beginning anew once again.
Name of Celebrity:
Charlie Weber
Avatar of your chosen character:
Sample Roleplay:
"What'll it be, miss...?" Isaac asked his new customer.
"T'Ral," the Vulcan replied. "And 'it will be' a glass of orange juice."
Isaac smiled and nodded at the lady and turned his back towards the shelves, his face becoming a glower as he did so. It had been a very slow day. It seemed the whole bloody station was too busy keeping up with the full systems analysis to pay their favourite barkeep a visit, and Isaac had spent most of his day polishing the same stemmed martini glass over and over again.
He poured T'Ral's glass and set it down on the bar in front of her. The Vulcan looked down at the glass and looked back up at Isaac, taking a moment to inspect the drink.
"Everything okay there?" Isaac asked, realising she'd had spotted the small chip in the bottom of the glass he'd managed to make when packing up the night before.
"Yes, everything is satisfactory," T'Ral replied after a second, sipping her drink.
"So what's your job around here, Miss T'Ral?" Isaac inquired. Small talk with a Vulcan was often difficult but with the day he'd had, Isaac was just thankful for the company.
"I work in Operations," she replied. Isaac glanced at his collar. Ah, an officer, he thought to himself.
"Oh, cool, any chance you could take a look at my refrigeration unit? It's been acting up since I got here," he laughed.
The Vulcan looked at him quizzically. "No, I am needed on duty in ten minutes," she replied. Isaac rolled his eyes slightly. Definitely no good at small talk, he thought. "Though I may be able to help tomorrow morning," T'Ral finished. Ooh, nice save, Isaac mused, smirking slightly.
"It's a date," he winked back, smiling at the Vulcan's perplexed look.
"Very well, mister...?" T'Ral said, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, Isaac Hargreaves, pleasure to meet you," Isaac grinned, outstretching his hand. The Vulcan took it and nodded. "You're welcome here any time Lieutenant."
"My thanks Mister Hargreaves," she said, finishing her orange juice and standing up out of the stool. Isaac took the glass and placed it in the reclamator - a chipped glass was no good for his bar anyway.
"Any time, Lieutenant, don't be a stranger!" he said as she walked out.
She turned around, giving him that perplexed look again. "I will see you tomorrow morning," she said. He laughed audibly.
"Don't worry about it, just an expression, now you go get on duty," he laughed, waving at her. She nodded, turning on one foot and exiting the tavern. This day wasn't so bad after all, he thought to himself.
Isaac Hargreaves
Age:
34
Gender:
Male
Race:
Human
Date of birth:
19th September, 2375
Birthplace:
Brighton, England, Earth
Year of Academy Graduation:
Not Applicable
Talon, DS10, or RTF?
DS10
Preferred rank:
Not Applicable
Department:
Tavern Owner
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters:
No. Anjohl Etilen, Coralie Boulos; do not wish to RP them further.
How did you find us?
Physical Profile (height, weight, hair color, eye color, etc.): 5ft 11in, 190lbs, Brown Hair, Blue Eyes, Average-Athletic Build, Brown Beard
Personality:
Isaac is, at heart, a people person. He is outgoing, charismatic and rarely fails to lift the spirits of any wayward soul who may cross his path. However, amongst the well-worded, friendly nature hides Isaac a nasty, bossy and rude individual who sometimes inadvertently upsets a few people. This side is most often seen when he his frustrated with or angry at something (or very occasionally, someone). Luckily those feelings rarely last more than a day or two and often Isaac will be the first one to admit he was out of line, the only problem being that he never learns from those apologies, often repeating similar behaviour with someone else.
Background and History:
Isaac Hargreaves was born in Brighton, England just as the Dominion War came to a close and the Federation began the effort to rebuild the Alpha Quadrant. Neither of his parents chose to serve in Starfleet as their grandparents once had, breaking their family's traditions for years previously. Instead, Isaac's father, Jason, worked as an adjutant to several Federation diplomats and is mother, Hannah, was a locally well-known pub owner. Isaac's childhood was filled with the smell of synthetic root beer and ciders from helping his mother in the back of the bar as well as regular outings to the famous rocky beaches of the Brighton coastline where he and his dad often scared mum by swimming too far out.
Throughout his teen years, Isaac was groomed to take over his mother's bar when he was old enough, but when his father was transferred off-world to assist the Federation's ambassador to Andoria, his mother's plans were put on hold indefinitely. The transfer put a strain on Isaac's relationship with his father, as he blamed him for taking away his and his mother's passion. As soon as his 18th birthday passed, Isaac left Andoria in a hurry.
After a three-year stint on Risa working as a lifeguard, where he had the occasional boyfriend, and eleven years of moving from planet to planet attempting to find that spark so many of his friends said they had when joining Starfleet, Isaac ended up on Deep Space 9. The Gamma Quadrant had always appealed to him; to be where almost no other Alpha Quadrant dweller had been was an intriguing prospect and after just a few days on the station, Isaac began to understand why he'd drifted towards the Wormhole.
The long and tense conversation with his parents over subspace followed, but he eventually convinced them that the Gamma Quadrant was where he wanted to be. After some research in DS9's information terminals, Isaac found out that there was an opening for a tavern owner on DS10. He instantly fell in love with the place after exploring it in the holosuite and put in the application for ownership as soon as he could. Isaac contacted his mother and told her that he would be carrying on her legacy after all, and as a celebration, she sent him the last bottle of her vintage whiskey to get his business started.
Nine months of preparation later and just before his 34th birthday, Isaac boarded the transport with all of his worldly possessions and after a short journey, his new life as owner of the newly-refurbished Anchor Tavern began. Though this life, it seemed, was not meant to be. The immense difficulties that Deep Space 10 had presented, such as a mass of corpses outside his tavern's window, the alien holosuite programme gone awry that almost caused the deaths of two people, excluding himself, and the man who had sold him the aforementioned programme and his potentially devastating, though now-foiled, plans, they had all made Isaac acutely aware of his own incompetence and weaknesses, and to him, staying on DS10 was no longer an option.
And so, when Captain Monroe of the Talon offered him a position aboard his vessel, Isaac practically jumped for joy. Packing his things, he boarded the transfer shuttle as soon as he could, passing the ownership of the Tavern back to the station authority, beginning anew once again.
Name of Celebrity:
Charlie Weber
Avatar of your chosen character:
Sample Roleplay:
"What'll it be, miss...?" Isaac asked his new customer.
"T'Ral," the Vulcan replied. "And 'it will be' a glass of orange juice."
Isaac smiled and nodded at the lady and turned his back towards the shelves, his face becoming a glower as he did so. It had been a very slow day. It seemed the whole bloody station was too busy keeping up with the full systems analysis to pay their favourite barkeep a visit, and Isaac had spent most of his day polishing the same stemmed martini glass over and over again.
He poured T'Ral's glass and set it down on the bar in front of her. The Vulcan looked down at the glass and looked back up at Isaac, taking a moment to inspect the drink.
"Everything okay there?" Isaac asked, realising she'd had spotted the small chip in the bottom of the glass he'd managed to make when packing up the night before.
"Yes, everything is satisfactory," T'Ral replied after a second, sipping her drink.
"So what's your job around here, Miss T'Ral?" Isaac inquired. Small talk with a Vulcan was often difficult but with the day he'd had, Isaac was just thankful for the company.
"I work in Operations," she replied. Isaac glanced at his collar. Ah, an officer, he thought to himself.
"Oh, cool, any chance you could take a look at my refrigeration unit? It's been acting up since I got here," he laughed.
The Vulcan looked at him quizzically. "No, I am needed on duty in ten minutes," she replied. Isaac rolled his eyes slightly. Definitely no good at small talk, he thought. "Though I may be able to help tomorrow morning," T'Ral finished. Ooh, nice save, Isaac mused, smirking slightly.
"It's a date," he winked back, smiling at the Vulcan's perplexed look.
"Very well, mister...?" T'Ral said, waiting for an answer.
"Oh, Isaac Hargreaves, pleasure to meet you," Isaac grinned, outstretching his hand. The Vulcan took it and nodded. "You're welcome here any time Lieutenant."
"My thanks Mister Hargreaves," she said, finishing her orange juice and standing up out of the stool. Isaac took the glass and placed it in the reclamator - a chipped glass was no good for his bar anyway.
"Any time, Lieutenant, don't be a stranger!" he said as she walked out.
She turned around, giving him that perplexed look again. "I will see you tomorrow morning," she said. He laughed audibly.
"Don't worry about it, just an expression, now you go get on duty," he laughed, waving at her. She nodded, turning on one foot and exiting the tavern. This day wasn't so bad after all, he thought to himself.