Rowen |
 | Character Stats |
| Nickname:
| None
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| Affiliation:
| Starfleet
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| Gender:
| Female
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| Species:
| Feloyan
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| Age:
| Undocumented
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| Birthplace:
| Meloyd
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| Hair Color:
| Blonde |
| Eye Color:
| Sapphire |
| Height:
| 5' 0"
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| Weight:
| 98 lbs.
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| Features:
| You wouldn’t notice this unless you had cause to see her fingernails extend into razor sharp claws. Incredible speed and agility, when happy or content, tends to purr.
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| Family:
| The youngest of six in her kindle Rowen was also the one that was the familia throwback. Most Feloyans had one every generation. Those that were not drowned at birth, were set loose when they were old enough to care for themselves. Sometimes this came at the tender age of 10. Little is know about what happens to this youngsters. Some of them die at the claws of preditors. Others, it has been seen, the ancients seem to take pity on and fly them to far away lands. Rowen was not that lucky.
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| Languages:
| Klingon, Vulcan, Romulan, Bajoran, Andorian, Meloyan, Federation Standard.
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| Hobbies:
| Reading, fencing, swimming, classical music, needle work (something that keeps her hands busy), riding, has a penchant for flying but only for the older antique airplanes. |
| Personality:
| Reserved, Caring, Nurturing |
| Dislikes:
| Oppression in any form. |
| Quote to live by:
| "He who thinks he knows too much, usually is a danger to himself and others." |
| History
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| | When the first Romulan invasion took place, Rowen watched from the higher parts of a tree as her village was invaded. Though cast out she always stayed near the village in some way. The larger predators did not come near. She took a place with the others when they were beamed and then when she could got into an access tunnel. Since the Romulans made no head count, she was pretty safe. She roamed the tunnels and ventilation systems of the ship at will. Always a light sleeper, she worked to heighten her senses. Food and water were the hardest to get but she managed. Romulan food was disgusting, but satisfying to her. Finally after days turned into months the ship was forced to dock at a Federation Star Base. It was here that she made her bid to escape she waited in the ventilation shaft of the transporter room until the padd was clear and the man running the transporter was gone. Then taking the chance it was not a major place on the starbase she turned on the transporter and beamed herself to the same place. Unfortunately it was directly into the outer office of the Commanding Officer of the Star Base and she had to do some fast talking to get herself out of the situation. She spent the next few weeks acquainting herself with the layout and inner workings of the base. Again the access tubes and ventilation system became her home. She stayed close though to some of the offices that interested her. So that she could learn more of the different languages. These she picked up quickly. She kept close tabs on the Counselor’s office intrigued by the way just talking to people sometimes helped them. She kept close to the Security office, the Feliman part of her intrigued by the way they kept order on the station. She came out one day when there was a commotion on the promenaude. Someone had stolen something from someone else. Her mind quickly catching on to what was happening she ran down the thief and sat on him until security got to her. Unfortunately this also blew her cover. She was taken to an elderly couple who had no children of their own. She was 12 at the time. She grew to care for them and did her best to please them. They recognized her potential at an early age and started schooling her with an emphasis on taking the Academy Entrance Exams as soon as she was legally able. |
| StarFleet Academy
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| Schools:
| School she took very seriously. She seemed to be like a sponge soaking up lessons as fast as she could. In fact it was hard to draw her away from them. She was basically six years behind when she started and made that up in the first couple of years. She went above and beyond her learning curve and made it through her Academy courses in record time. She was able to complete the ‘book work’ part of her courses in a matter of three years and spent the next year getting the hands on experience she needed to become a counselor in her own right. After two years in the field, she was summoned back to the Academy for Specialized Training. |
| Major
Classes:
| Diagnosis: (Terran), Diagnosis: (native or non-Terran), Diagnosis: (non-native -and- non-Terran), Diplomacy, Electronics Operations: Life Support, Electronics Operations: Medical, Language: (non-native), Multi-Cultural Studies, Physiology: (Terran), Physiology: (native or non-Terran), Psychology: (Terran), Psychology: (native or non-Terran), Psychology: (non-native -and- non-Terran), Psychiatry, Xenobiology: General, Xenology: General, Xenology: (non-native), Xenophysiology (non-native -and- non-Terran) |
| Additional Classes:
| Starfleet Protocol, Interrogation, Astronomy, Introductory Listening & Speaking, Intermediate Listening & Speaking, Advanced Listening & Speaking |
| StarFleet
Record:
| Star Base 12 Ensign USS Intrepid, Lieutenant Junior Grade USS Hope, Lieutenant USS Langley, Lieutenant Commander USS Exeter, Lieutenant Commander. |
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