Dija Trobor

Appearance
Trobor stands at a tall 6’ 4”, towering over most other males of his species. Him being quite opposite than most of his family when it comes to his height. While weighing roughly around 215 pounds, he has a lean, muscular physique that is in-between an ectomorph and mesomorph. Along with broadened shoulders. However as he was in the Bajoran Militia, he needed to keep himself as lean, but still strong as possible. As he needed to be very agile to keep up and endure.

With dark-shaded auburn hair, almost a black-brownish colour, he keeps his hairstyle a medium length, combed back in a quiff-like style most of the time. As to not get it caught on any objects of the sort while moving through brush or any of the environments of the militant-like. With forest green eyes that scan his environments with curiosity and caution, these had been a result of Cardassian experiments along with his sister Dija Ali.

Which are right below dark brown, sharp-angled eyebrows with a slit in the left one. His right brow having a large scar going down diagonally from the mid-forehead, left to right, from his time in the militia, just barely reaching his right eye above the lid. He has four of the standard nose ridges of Bajorans that are quite obvious on his nose. Along with quite a chiseled, oblong shaped jaw, that he has dark-chestnut facial hair on, only adding to his handsomeness.

Dangling just below his right ear, he has one of the signature earrings of the Bajoran religion. It might not have been a family heirloom, as it was just one he picked up along the way of his travels, but he will still always treasure it. Along with his earring always being a part of his attire no matter the circumstances, he will usually be caught wearing off-duty clothing when possible.

Most of the time, he will be wearing his go-to outfit; an outfit from Bajor that is a deep-crimson shaded robe-like attire, something that you would see an everyday Bajoran wearing on the homeworld. However once he had transferred onto DS9, he still wears his brown security division Bajoran Militia uniform the majority of the time with holding the rank Warrant Officer 02. As such, having the pip on his collar, along with a Bajoran combadge on his right breast that has been altered to communicate with Starfleet channels as well.

Personality
Like most Bajorans and his own family, Trobor has a very rough personality the majority of the time. He is pretty quiet a lot of the time, opting to stay in his small group of friends or colleagues. Only being 19 years old, he still has a lot to learn about his own self and emotions. As a result, he has quite the spitfire temper at times, enough to make any thermometer blow up off the scale.

Despite his quietness a lot of the time, Trobor is not a man to standby and allow anything to escalate or go a way he doesn’t want it to. He will always speak up his mind when necessary, but always does his best to opt for the more reasonable and less violent solutions. Even if diplomacy might not be a Bajoran man’s best suit, he still does his best to control himself and solve problems accordingly.

Despite all of this, however, Trobor can be a very sweet, kind-hearted man. But will most of the time only show this to his close family, friends or colleagues. Trobor will always do his best to ensure the safety and health of others around him, even the enemy if the situation dictates. He will even act friendly and outgoing when he is comfortable with the people around him. But this can be a rarity with him. A lot of his personality had been shaped by events occurring when he was child. When he had been experimented on by Cardassians, one of his mortal enemies.

Like many other Bajorans, Trobor’s stubborn and hardheadedness can be one of his greatest weaknesses. When he is faced with a challenge he will be resistant to backing down. When he is faced with an enemy or an imminent threat, he will never admit defeat or back out of fighting. This is something that can be easily used against him, as people can easily make his temper act up. As a result, can cause his judgement to be clouded with anger and furry. Causing him to slip up where he usually would not.

Along with this, his stubbornness affects him in other ways as well. At times he may be unwilling to accept a situation the way that it simply is, and that there is nothing he can do. He always will look for a way out, and believes that you should never give up on fighting your way out. However, that is not to say he will blindly think that his way, and his way alone is the correct one. He just needs more persuasion than most.

To add even more to this point, Trobor being a Bajoran and an experiment of the Cardassians long ago, they are one of his greatest downfalls. If ever faced with a Cardassian, no matter how friendly or changed they may be, he will begin to see flashbacks. As anger and fear take over in his mind, depending on the situation, he will either argue with them, stating his tragic past caused by their species; fight them without reason; or just curl up into a ball and begin to cry. It may seem odd for this tough as nails, hardass to fall to his knees and cry. But even he has his limits.

Despite these weaknesses of his, Trobor is a very strong man, physically and mentally. The man has been through many dangers and incidents in his life. However, he has always fought back and kept on going. No matter how many times he could have fallen down and given up, he always got back up and kept fighting for his life. He has shown himself in many ways to have extraordinary mental strength. Being able to endure even the most painful torture or experiments of the like, to an extent. But even so, he does suffer from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, due to the many hardships and battles he has been in. But still makes it through every day.

To cope with his Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and anger issues, Trobor participates in different types of meditations on a daily basis as much as he can. Usually in the evening just before bed or after a warm, relaxing sonic shower. After setting the mood, he sits down and relaxes his physical and mental states to the best of his abilities. As he attempts to understand his past and find the root of his issues in an attempt to find the solution, he will experience many flashbacks. This being the reason most of the time he will do this alone. As he will end up either crying, screaming, punching the wall, or hurting others that may be around him, unintentionally.

But once more again, despite these faults of his, he does show great skill in the securities. Trobor is quite a strong man physically and mentally. As a result, he can endure much pain and back-talk before it begins to uproot his inner-anger. But will be depending on the situation at hand, however. He is taught in many defensive techniques, including: Aikido, Anbo-Jyutsu, Boxing, Fencing, Judo, Tai Chi Chuan, Wrestling, Mok’Bara, Suus Mahna and several other Bajoran martial arts.

Ambitions
Control his anger once and for all, overcome his fears, become a general in the Bajoran Militia, be more of a nice guy to others, be more sociable, teach self defence and archery to others, meet and understand more about his biological family and to one day live a peaceful life without all of the battles.

Morals
Trobor follows his moral codes quite closely, most of the time. However, the only exception is when it comes to Cardassians and he loses control of himself, letting fear and anger take over uncontrollably.


 * Always speak your mind and stand up for yourself, but don’t act superior.
 * Do not let others decide your fate, choose your own path.
 * Have faith to continue your journey.
 * Stand up for others, always defend your brethren.
 * Be in control of your situations, do not let others control it for you.

“Were they only born to die?”
Dija Trobor was born on January 10th, 2367 in the dwindling years of the Cardassian Occupation of Bajor on the homeworld. To this day, he still does not have much, to any memory of his childhood on Bajor. It is believed by him and many other members of his family, that him and his sister, Dija Ali, had been experimented on by Cardassian doctors. As a result, instilling his current fear of hospitals, laboratories and doctors.

Once these experiments had been completed on young Trobor and Ali, they had been sent out into the streets of Sakelo City, a city on Bajor. Left to die. They would stay together no matter what, as they only knew each other. And knew that they needed to care for each other. However, this would not be the end of young Trobor and Ali. After a little while of living in the dirty streets of this city, they were taken by the Cardassian Resistance, led by Doctor Nasho Moc.

Nevertheless, due to the majority of the Resistanties out fighting a war, they could not take care of the group of children. As a result, Trobor and Ali were shipped off-world to refuge in the United Federation of Planets. After a few months at a refugee camp in the Federation, the two siblings were adopted by a Bajoran Family on Earth.

“I will survive”
Once Trobor and Ali had been adopted and moved onto Earth, they were sent to live under their adopted mother, Dija Zera, in her home in Sydney, Australia. As a result, Trobor has a heavy Australian accent when speaking Federation Standard, Western English, but will speak in a Bajoran accent when speaking the Bajoran language.

After being put in the care of the war fighter, Dija Zera, she had taught both Trobor and Ali how to defend themselves with several of the Bajoran Martial Art techniques she used during the Bajoran Underground. Using the Australian Outback as a substitution of the Dhakur Provence on Bajor for training grounds.

However, in the early 2370’s, just as Trobor was entering his pre-teen years, he and Ali would be moved back to Bajor under the care of their grandmother, Dija Lomilia. As their mother and aunt had enlisted into Starfleet Academy. Trobor’s family had stayed on Bajor for the majority of the Dominion War, as they did not want to become involved in it.

Nonetheless, in 2374, Trobor and Ali’s aunt Taso had been killed in action at the Battle of Betazed. Their mother, wounded at the Second Battle of Chin’toka while serving on board the U.S.S. Defiant. It would seem that her mother knew she needed to spend as much time with her family as possible, with all the times she could have been killed or severely wounded in battle. As a result, she had gone on temporary Medical leave from Starfleet to recover and spend time with family.

Trobor had valued much of the time he got to spend with his mother and the rest of his family while she was returned. It seemed as though they were one big happy family once again. But after the Dominion War had ended, he spent a lot of time on board Deep Space Nine with his sister and mother, as that was her posting at the time. Befriending many of the crewmembers just as his sister did in the process, including Colonel Kira. Someone he loved to talk to, especially about her battles.

“Growing Stronger”
Throughout the years of his early and middle teenage years, Trobor spent much time on Bajor and Deep Space Nine. Most of his time was spent with either his family, or training to enlist into the Bajoran Militia when he was older. Even when Trobor was a young lad, he still could pack quite the punch with his personality.

Despite his mother still being in Starfleet and having left a trace of her footsteps all around the Galaxy, she still eventually found her way back to Bajor. His sister Ali spending most of her time working on her Resistance Freighter’s sub-light engines, Trobor spent most of his time working out, practicing martial arts, and exploring the catacombs of anywhere on Bajor. As well as from time-to-time, trading items on board Deep Space Nine in the various shops for some of the artifacts he still has today.

His mother was so proud to see him being the type of person to always stand up for himself and others. But at the same time, she knew it may get him into trouble, with his very at times, rough personality. Trobor was a bit of a show-off to his mom when he got back, as he showed her all kinds of martial arts techniques he learned. Even beating her in a lot of matches, and she didn’t play nice just because he was younger. He won legitimately.

“A Fighter Proves Himself”
In mid-2382, when Trobor was just 17 and a half years old, he enlisted into the Bajoran Militia. Most people would not be accepted at this very young age, however. But, it was decided that he had been physically strong enough, with the right training, and was mentally sound to join in. He may have even had more training than most others enlistees already in, and of older ages.

After joining in the Bajoran Militia, Trobor spent a lot of his time on Bajoran ships patrolling systems within a several lightyear-spand. Despite this being a time of great peace throughout the Galaxy, there would still be many crimes and illegal activities done. Especially in the systems around the Bajoran Wormhole.

One of Trobor’s most noticeable features is the large amount of scars that adorn his body. Quite a few of these had been gained on just one of his first big missions. When Trobor had turned 17 years old, he and several other Bajoran’s in the Militia were assigned to patrol the Bajor System.

“Barter”
Only three months after joining the Bajoran Militia, Trobor would already face one of his first fights. His patrol ship had been called into assistance by a Ferengi trader by the name of Crauk. The Ferengi claimed over a sub-space message that he had been defrauded by a group of Nuassicans. The Militia usually does not waste their time dealing with these sorts of things, but it was in their system, and could cause a scene.

After arriving at their coordinates after leaving their orbit of Bajor, the two ships were just sitting there. It was quiet. Too quiet. After several minutes of waiting on a response to their hails, the Ferengi ship had finally answered. It would seem that they were still in the middle of what seemed like a long argument that had been going on for quite a while, getting neither side anywhere. Then after a minute of still arguing with the Nuassicans, the Ferengi acknowledged their presence.

He claimed that the Nuassicans had stolen a precious, rare gemstone that, he claimed, was worth thousands of bars of pure gold-pressed latinum, of which could only be found on a Planet far off in the Beta Quadrant from an ancient, extinct civilization. The Nuassican leader then butted in, saying that he agreed to purchase the gemstone for exactly 3,000 bars of gold-pressed latinum. Claiming that the Ferengi took their latinum before giving them the gem.

Wanting to find a way for both parties to get what they want, and to just leave their system peacefully without any fights, the Bajorn’s agreed to something they usually are not the best at. Their General would come aboard their ship as a diplomat to discuss both parties and come to an agreement. Surprisingly, both agreed.

Coming aboard with his Colonel, Trobor was assigned as one of two security officers by his side. Despite his young age and inexperience in the Militia, his Commanding Officer believed he would do well, and that his fighting services would not be needed. However, they would be.

After only a half hour of negotiating, both sides had begun to get rowdy. The Nuassicans wanted the gem, and the Ferengi wanted their gold-pressed latinum. Getting tired of this and just wanting the gem back, the Nuassicans threw a chair and rushed the other Bajoran, as well as the Ferengi’s assistant

They were faced with five adult male Nausicaans. Being a specialist in more than several different types of Martial arts, Trobor knew just what to do. But he was still young and cocky, believing he could defend against four other Nausicaan men.

In just a few minutes, the other Bajoran enlistee and the colonel had been knocked out by the Nausicaans. But they had managed to take down two of them with phaser fire, and severely injure one of the others before doing so. However, Trobor was still standing. Cracking his neck and knuckles before beginning, he gets to work.

Throughout the fight that lasted and all of about ten minutes, yet felt like eternity for Trobor, the Nausicaans fought back well. They delivered several slices along his body with sharp, titanium knives. Luckily, for all of the wounds, Trobor backed up enough that they couldn’t stab him in too far, but would leave definite scars.

After knocking down the one with phaser fire, it would only leave all but one of them. They were able to stab him right in the abdomen and his other in the leg, harder than before. These ones would be the worst. This gave Trobor more of a reason to show them who they are messing with, making his already severe anger issues come out even more, he rushed the one as quickly as he could. Luckily, he was able to knock him right into the table, smashing it into pieces as he broke some of the man's bones, but continued to beat on him just to be sure until he was out.

After all of the Nuassicans were dealt with, all of them were arrested and taken to trial. Including the Ferengi, who in fact did steal the Nuassican’s gold-pressed latinum. Being so proud of Trobor for his bravery and saving someone of such a high honor, his colonel awarded him with a purple heart, as well as a medal of bravery.

“The Death of a Warrior”
However, just as situations and battles started to calm down for once, disaster struck Trobor’s life. When he was doing another patrol of one of the outer planets in the Bajoran system, his Commanding Officer came into his quarters with a look of heavy despair for the news he was about to give his most prized student. After shooing out the other Bajoran Militia Officers, he sat down next to Trobor in a chair.

Trobor knew this man quite well, they had served together for almost 2 and a half years now and developed a professional friendship. Along with Trobor being one of the most trained enlistees he has ever seen without a previous background record in some type of military. As the Colonel took a small P.A.D.D. out of his pocket, he began to read the news to Trobor dreadfully.

As soon as Trobor heard the words “Your mother was killed…” his eyes grew wide and tears the size of rivers began to flow. As his fists tense in great anger and regret for not being there to save her, he doesn’t even allow the Colonel to finish before spitfiring out “Who did it?! Who killed my mother?! I swear on the Prophets…” He said as he began to show his obvious rage.

To this very day, Trobor still had trouble accepting his mothers death. One of the results being, his already arrogant attitude had spun into something even worse than it was before. As well as causing him to fear losing those near and dear to his heart. Trobor would do anything to protect and save the ones that he loves.

“Deep Space Nine”
In2385, Trobor had begun to lose faith in himself to work in a sane state of mind. Mostly due to the fact of his mothers death. Causing him to become even more rude and arrogant than he already was towards many. Even becoming reckless at times. Going into small battles and going way overboard. He had never been a person to want to hurt people, but had begun to lose himself.

As a result, he filed a request to be transferred onto station Deep Space Nine from his current ship in the Bajoran Militia. He thought that the station may be a place where he could still perform his security and tactical duties, yet not be in the position of him doing things he doesn’t want to do. Along with hoping to keep himself in a calmer state of mind there.

After being transferred to Deep Space Nine, only a few weeks before his sister Ali was transferred onto the U.S.S. Arcadia, he had begun to feel the effects of being in a more calmer environment. He began to be less tense, and focused more on work than thinking about his mother. Nonetheless, he still holds that same arrogant, rude personality. But is continuing to work on himself, in hopes to become a better man.

As he continues his duties as a security officer, he still thinks from time-to-time, and always will, of wanting to get back out there in the real action. As a result, he cannot resist the temptation to visit a holosuite at Quarks to experience the battles and fight again at times, along with doing legal, friendly fights with his fellow officers. Along with continuing his studies to become an officer in the Bajoran Militia one day.

Trivia
Over his years in the Bajoran Militia, and having to survive in rough environments, Trobor is taught in many defensive techniques, including: Aikido, Anbo-Jyutsu, Boxing, Fencing, Judo, Tai Chi Chuan, Wrestling, Mok’Bara, Suus Mahna and several other Bajoran martial arts.

Trobor is an expert marksman and toxophilite, a student or lover of archery. He is well versed in techniques to fire phasers, especially Starfleet and Bajoran issued ones. As well as archery being a talent and love of his. If he wanted to, he could shoot an apple atop someone’s head from around 250 feet away with some difficulty, but could easily do it if he’s focused enough. Along with being an expert in the use of a Bo Staff, training ever since he was a young teen, and having his own personal one that is from ancient Earth. However, he does not enjoy hurting others.

Trobor knows many meditative techniques. Despite his very rough and tough appearance the majority of the time, Trobor knows quite a bit about mental health and how to keep yourself in a sane state of mind.

Besides his one very noticeable scar right near his right eye, Trobor has many more adorned on his body that he covers up with his uniform. Including: One just underneath his collar most of the time on the right of his neck; one on his right bicep, on the outer-side; one on his right forearm; two on his left bicep, one on the outer-side and one on the inner-side; four on his torso, one on each pec muscle, and one on the third and sixth abs; two on his back, one upper and one lower; and three on his legs, one on each thigh, left outer and right inner, and one on the left inner-shin.

Some of the scars had been a result of his time in the Bajoran Militia, however others had been of the experiments done on him by the Cardassians. Even though Trobor knows that he could have all of them removed, he still wants to keep them as momentos. As a reminder of what he used to be and how he has made it thus far, helping him to keep going through life.

Trobor is quite the collector of artifacts. Something he enjoys to do a lot in his spare time is to go exploring and finding out facts of ancient societies, as well as his own. His living quarters would show this, as he displays many Bajoran and other alien cultural artifacts that he has picked up along the way.

Trobor suffers from several mental illnesses that are continuing to be treated and helped through with meditation. These include: Post Traumatic Stress Disorder; Nosocomephobia, a fear of hospitals and laboratories; Latrofobia, a fear of doctors; and heightened anxiety.

Likes
Jumja tea, Hasperat, Moba Fruit, Bajoran Ale, learning new cultures, artifacts, ancient technologies, exploring old caves or landmarks, archery, martial arts, friendly fights, doing moves with his Bo Staff, phaser dueling, nature, and working out are just some of the many likes of Trobor.

Dislikes
Cardassians, large crowds, people who have no faith, people who mock him or others, having to hurt other people, prison camps, hospitals, laboratories, or doctors.