Post by Ensign Tyler Baccus on Feb 11, 2018 21:18:00 GMT -8
Character's Name: Tyler Wayne Baccus
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Date of birth: 17 October 2387
Birthplace: Fort Worth/Dallas TX, USA
Year of Academy Graduation: 2409
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department (If Cadet, what specialty?): Operations Officer
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Physical Profile
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 235 lbs
Build: Athletic and Toned
Hair: Black
Eye: Hazel
Distinguishing Features: Various scarring, notably half inch scar above the left eye. Elected against dermal regeneration as he felt the scars gave him uniqueness.
Personality: Over the years, his personality has seen wholesale changes. As an only child, he was very passive and reserved, shy and a bit of a loner, he was always stubborn, headstrong, and always will be.
Following an accident at the age of eight, he was forced to become a permanent member of his aunts family, where he inherited two female and one male cousin of various ages near his own. He would have been the second oldest, older than both females but six months younger than the other male. By the age of eleven he had blossomed into a social butterfly, often finding himself the center of attentions, whether it be for the right reasons or the wrong ones.
At age sixteen he started processing the accident and what exactly had happened, and out of nowhere a rather wild rebellious streak formed. He became a bit of a problem child and started to make things difficult both on himself and his aunt/uncle and "siblings". He was initially sent to counseling, before ultimately being moved to a foster home to finish out his schooling. Other than a bout of teenage unruliness, he never committed any crimes or did anything that risked his long term future. He was forced to repeat one year of schooling, which ultimately lead to him being a late admitee to Starfleet Academy.
Background and History: Tyler was born in 2387 to Bobby and Michele Baccus. Bobby worked for a civilian construction corp, while Michele was a Medical Office worker. Tyler had an older half-brother named Trevor whom he shared fathers with, but he never actually met Trevor so for all intents and purposes he was raised an only child. He lived a normal early childhood, though his parents did not.
Shortly after his eighth birthday, his father was lost in a construction accident. The family was sent reeling. Tyler knew roughly the details of what had happened, but was too young to fully comprehend. Michele started using her power within the hospital she worked at to gain access to medications, and an already fledgling bout with substance abuse spiraled out of control. Three short months after his fathers passing, his mother was convicted and sentenced to a long-term recovery and treatment program. A program she would never leave.
He was placed in his Aunt's home, where his family grew to include an uncle and three cousins. The normal and loving nature of his aunts home compared to the dysfunction he'd grown up in made the transition very easy for him. Everything was find for the next eight year segment of his life, that is until shortly before his sixteenth birthday. News of his mothers passing in the treatment facility due to natural causes reached him, and he began to pry into his past to find out what exactly had happened.
He had always thought of his parents as being on a pedestal, being too young to know any better. When he came to the realization that neither parent was anything near what he thought they were, he became conflicted, and began to lash out. He started skipping school, picking fights with his new "siblings" none of which shared anywhere near the physical strength he did, and started to rebel. After months of trying to reign the boy back in, his aunt finally reached out for help, and Tyler was placed in a foster home to finish out his adolescence. It proved to be a great decision for all parties involved, as the former starfleet commander who fostered him was able to corral the rebellious nature and restore him to the respectable young man that he had been on his way to becoming.
Growing up he had no thoughts of joining Starfleet, but with a gentle nudge from Commander (Ret.) Latham, his foster, he decided that it was something that intrigued him, in addition to it being a great fit to at least get his future started on the right foot. Initial admittance to the Academy did not look good due to a blip in his transcripts caused by the ditching of school, but Commander Latham was able to pull a few strings and at least get the boy an entrance examination. It turned out he was a pretty sharp kid, and after a psychological evaluation confirmed that his more rebellious ways had been left behind, he was admitted to Starfleet Academy.
Name of Celebrity: Tyler Hoechlin
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Sample Roleplay: Some cadets already knew from the moment they got to the Academy exactly what field they were going to be in, others had no clue what they wanted to do with their lives yet, other than they wanted to be in Starfleet. For the latter, there was an assessment given to determine what the most logical and natural fit would be. Even though Tyler was 99% sure that with his size and strength he was destined for a career in the Security field, he still opted to take the assessment. His roommate at the academy was taking the assessment, and was rather apprehensive about it, so Tyler did what any good wingman would do and agreed to go with him for moral support. Besides, a little validation never hurt anything, right?
Today was results day, and both He and his roommate Wages were standing in line to retrieve their results. "I'm tellin' ya B. You're going to be in security, just like me. I don't know what you're even worried about, we're going to even get the same duty assignment."
Wages was pretty nervous that he was going to be placed in something like medical that he had no interest in, but Tyler already knew exactly where he was going. "Alright dude, W is over there. I've gotta go down here to get mine, I'll meet you back under the tree."
He split away from his wingman to the left down to the far end, where the A-C cadets were to pick up their results. He waffled back and forth on opening his letter before deciding that he would wait for Wages, they could find out together. He returned to a tree on the near end of the concourse and waited. He had barely even had a seat on the bench when Wages came streaking down the sidewalk, waving the paper over his head. He had been to antsy to wait, and sure enough, he was headed to Starfleet Security training. A large grin formed on Tyler's face and he shook his head at the excited teen, "Thanks for waiting dude. Lets see if I'll be joining you."
A slightly-winded Wages stood over his shoulder as Tyler fumbled with the envelope, finally ripping it open and pulling the single sheet of paper out from inside. The trifold was straightened out and he began to read it allowed. "Cadet Baccus, blah blah blah, we are pleased to inform you that your focus in the coming semester at Starfleet Academy will be the Starfleet Operations....department."
His eyes glanced up to meet Wages almost as baffled reaction, before glancing down at the front of the envelope again, expecting full well to see that they'd given him the wrong persons results. There was no mistake. "This cant be right man. I don't know."
He urgently rose and began to walk back towards the desk where he'd picked up his letter, spinning around to walk backwards as he called back to his roomie. "I'll meet you back at the room later tonight, I've got to go figure out what the hell happened here."
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Date of birth: 17 October 2387
Birthplace: Fort Worth/Dallas TX, USA
Year of Academy Graduation: 2409
Preferred rank: Ensign
Department (If Cadet, what specialty?): Operations Officer
Are you new to the forum? If no, list one of your other characters: I am brand new!
How did you find us? Google search
Physical Profile
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 235 lbs
Build: Athletic and Toned
Hair: Black
Eye: Hazel
Distinguishing Features: Various scarring, notably half inch scar above the left eye. Elected against dermal regeneration as he felt the scars gave him uniqueness.
Personality: Over the years, his personality has seen wholesale changes. As an only child, he was very passive and reserved, shy and a bit of a loner, he was always stubborn, headstrong, and always will be.
Following an accident at the age of eight, he was forced to become a permanent member of his aunts family, where he inherited two female and one male cousin of various ages near his own. He would have been the second oldest, older than both females but six months younger than the other male. By the age of eleven he had blossomed into a social butterfly, often finding himself the center of attentions, whether it be for the right reasons or the wrong ones.
At age sixteen he started processing the accident and what exactly had happened, and out of nowhere a rather wild rebellious streak formed. He became a bit of a problem child and started to make things difficult both on himself and his aunt/uncle and "siblings". He was initially sent to counseling, before ultimately being moved to a foster home to finish out his schooling. Other than a bout of teenage unruliness, he never committed any crimes or did anything that risked his long term future. He was forced to repeat one year of schooling, which ultimately lead to him being a late admitee to Starfleet Academy.
Background and History: Tyler was born in 2387 to Bobby and Michele Baccus. Bobby worked for a civilian construction corp, while Michele was a Medical Office worker. Tyler had an older half-brother named Trevor whom he shared fathers with, but he never actually met Trevor so for all intents and purposes he was raised an only child. He lived a normal early childhood, though his parents did not.
Shortly after his eighth birthday, his father was lost in a construction accident. The family was sent reeling. Tyler knew roughly the details of what had happened, but was too young to fully comprehend. Michele started using her power within the hospital she worked at to gain access to medications, and an already fledgling bout with substance abuse spiraled out of control. Three short months after his fathers passing, his mother was convicted and sentenced to a long-term recovery and treatment program. A program she would never leave.
He was placed in his Aunt's home, where his family grew to include an uncle and three cousins. The normal and loving nature of his aunts home compared to the dysfunction he'd grown up in made the transition very easy for him. Everything was find for the next eight year segment of his life, that is until shortly before his sixteenth birthday. News of his mothers passing in the treatment facility due to natural causes reached him, and he began to pry into his past to find out what exactly had happened.
He had always thought of his parents as being on a pedestal, being too young to know any better. When he came to the realization that neither parent was anything near what he thought they were, he became conflicted, and began to lash out. He started skipping school, picking fights with his new "siblings" none of which shared anywhere near the physical strength he did, and started to rebel. After months of trying to reign the boy back in, his aunt finally reached out for help, and Tyler was placed in a foster home to finish out his adolescence. It proved to be a great decision for all parties involved, as the former starfleet commander who fostered him was able to corral the rebellious nature and restore him to the respectable young man that he had been on his way to becoming.
Growing up he had no thoughts of joining Starfleet, but with a gentle nudge from Commander (Ret.) Latham, his foster, he decided that it was something that intrigued him, in addition to it being a great fit to at least get his future started on the right foot. Initial admittance to the Academy did not look good due to a blip in his transcripts caused by the ditching of school, but Commander Latham was able to pull a few strings and at least get the boy an entrance examination. It turned out he was a pretty sharp kid, and after a psychological evaluation confirmed that his more rebellious ways had been left behind, he was admitted to Starfleet Academy.
Name of Celebrity: Tyler Hoechlin
Avatar of your chosen character:
Sample Roleplay: Some cadets already knew from the moment they got to the Academy exactly what field they were going to be in, others had no clue what they wanted to do with their lives yet, other than they wanted to be in Starfleet. For the latter, there was an assessment given to determine what the most logical and natural fit would be. Even though Tyler was 99% sure that with his size and strength he was destined for a career in the Security field, he still opted to take the assessment. His roommate at the academy was taking the assessment, and was rather apprehensive about it, so Tyler did what any good wingman would do and agreed to go with him for moral support. Besides, a little validation never hurt anything, right?
Today was results day, and both He and his roommate Wages were standing in line to retrieve their results. "I'm tellin' ya B. You're going to be in security, just like me. I don't know what you're even worried about, we're going to even get the same duty assignment."
Wages was pretty nervous that he was going to be placed in something like medical that he had no interest in, but Tyler already knew exactly where he was going. "Alright dude, W is over there. I've gotta go down here to get mine, I'll meet you back under the tree."
He split away from his wingman to the left down to the far end, where the A-C cadets were to pick up their results. He waffled back and forth on opening his letter before deciding that he would wait for Wages, they could find out together. He returned to a tree on the near end of the concourse and waited. He had barely even had a seat on the bench when Wages came streaking down the sidewalk, waving the paper over his head. He had been to antsy to wait, and sure enough, he was headed to Starfleet Security training. A large grin formed on Tyler's face and he shook his head at the excited teen, "Thanks for waiting dude. Lets see if I'll be joining you."
A slightly-winded Wages stood over his shoulder as Tyler fumbled with the envelope, finally ripping it open and pulling the single sheet of paper out from inside. The trifold was straightened out and he began to read it allowed. "Cadet Baccus, blah blah blah, we are pleased to inform you that your focus in the coming semester at Starfleet Academy will be the Starfleet Operations....department."
His eyes glanced up to meet Wages almost as baffled reaction, before glancing down at the front of the envelope again, expecting full well to see that they'd given him the wrong persons results. There was no mistake. "This cant be right man. I don't know."
He urgently rose and began to walk back towards the desk where he'd picked up his letter, spinning around to walk backwards as he called back to his roomie. "I'll meet you back at the room later tonight, I've got to go figure out what the hell happened here."