T'Mivia Akron

Appearance
She stands at 6’3 and exercises regularly. She has unnatural freckles on her face and rather short hair usually brushed to the side. She usually keeps her uniform very well maintained, cleaning each speck and spot off with a lint roller occasionally. Her hands are quite rough and her arms have a few scars up near her shoulder following a foul encounter with a sehlat. Her shoes are always shined very well (when in dress uniform) and her pants are measured to the millimeter to ensure perfection. Her nails are clipped, save for her thumb on her left hand which she usually forgets when clipping her nails. She very rarely uses makeup.

Personality
Her personality is a blend of logical and emotional. She spent much of her life with her ambassadorial parents on Earth in San Francisco, living among the various cultures and species in the city. Due to this, she is rather intelligent and knowledgeable of other cultures. She can easily relate to most people with emotional problems, learning much of her trade from her husband. She is very kind and helpful to others in her vicinity, but she has a darker side. She is not angered very easily, but when she is provoked she can become quite irrational especially if someone violates her ‘personal bubble’.

History
T’Mivia Akron (Formerly T’Mivia, daughter of Mulok) was born into a less than traditional Vulcan family in the ShiKahr district on the planet Vulcan. Her birth was rather unusual, her birth taking over twice as long as it should have taken with modern technology. Her family was part of a sect that believed that they had found the balance between emotion and logic, a small minority at the time. Her father was a large proponent of the movement so he decided to push his family to live by his ideals. Her father, a Vulcan diplomat, decided to name her after his great-grandmother; this grandmother’s katra was very important in his life, so he decided that it would be the right thing to do to honor her name. Her father was a diplomat and botanist that moved from place to place within the Federation to do his work, be it a new plant or an interplanetary dispute between mining species. His job demanded that he moved around, and his mate decided to follow him wherever he went. Naturally, the newborn followed them when they moved around from place to place.

T’Mivia continued to migrate with her family until the age of two. At this age, her father found a permanent job at Starfleet HQ to do research on new and old discoveries and to validate and log them. His new job laid the foundations for T’Mivia’s early life beyond this, helping her gain experiences and make friends of many species and planets.

Her life from the ages of three to seven was comparable to a human’s. Her parents still taught her the ways of Surak, giving her the tools to suppress her anger and primal instincts. She, although young, understood this and followed her father’s example to the letter. Her mother took her to many excursions within and around the city, even going as far as Texas to witness the ‘illogical’ rodeos and eat the oh-so-greasy hot dogs covered in all sorts of condiments. She ate the hot dog a bit too quickly and started choking, but a knight in shining armor arrived. Another seven year old Vulcan performed the Heimlich maneuver and popped the tiny hotdog bit out of her gullet, saving her life.

This other Vulcan, a young Charlie Akron, was an even weirder example of a Vulcan. He was totally illogical and his hands were less than manicured. T’Mivia took a liking to him early on not only because he saved her life, but he made her think of the farm life. Of the life of hard work and determination, of humans. She looked up to humans and how they could live with no emotional suppression, and Charlie was living with no emotional suppression. Her parents thought of him as a good influence, however, and allowed her to spend her vacations on the farm with his family. Years of riding horses, cleaning the barn, learning how to lasso the calves… this is how she spent many of her summers up to the age of fourteen.

Simultaneously, her schooling was going very well. She excelled throughout grammar school, even skipping two grades in the process. Schooling came easy to her, the algebra and calculus was coming to her like ABCs. She forged good relationships with her teachers, even an ex-Starfleet counselor that was teaching her sciences classes. This counselor taught her things about science, and also taught her about counseling. T’Mivia learned that helping others would place near the top of her list easily, so she learned as much as she could from the teacher before she moved on to high school. Her high school years would be different, to say the least…

She entered high school as a relatively young person, being shorter than most of the humans in the school. She didn’t try to make friends at all, she just went along her merry way to earn her grades. She spent many of her lunch periods and off-time studying for school or for her eventual Starfleet enrollment. Yes, her teacher from grammar school had a huge impact on the way she thought. She wanted to become a counselor…

In her third year, a familiar face moved into town. Charlie Akron, her old friend and savior. She kept in steady contact with him for this time, exchanging stories and letters about their endeavors. Charlie skipped two grades as well? He wanted to be a counselor, too? Whoa. When he came to the school, they spent much of their time together. Studying, writing, studying for that Starfleet exam. They remained close friends throughout high school until their senior year.

Charlie and T’Mivia grew closer together, but both were traditional. Charlie, to his 1990s country values, and T’Mivia bound to Vulcan rituals and her parents’ expectations. He did save her life, but they wanted to give her a proper mate from the home world. This caused her to rebel, refusing to listen to her parents. She eventually graduated high school and immediately applied to join Starfleet. She wanted to escape their tacky influence, their overbearingness.

She passed on her first attempt with the test, much to her own glee. She did it in one shot… she studied for hours and hours, days and days before her fruitful work paid off. She was in! Finally in. She celebrated for two days straight, eating pizza and having parties with her circles of friends from school. One face returned again, Charlie. He was thoroughly happy for her, as he was for himself. He passed, too! They both celebrated and had fun… until they both experienced their first kiss. This proved to bring them even closer, but they were again separated to go off to Starfleet Academy.

Her academy years, unlike her early life, were rather uneventful. She found trouble relating to others of her species, even being avoided altogether. Her illogical ways were seen as taboo by the other Vulcans, who were fifteen years senior to her in many cases. She kept to herself and pursued her counseling, attending the seminars and getting evaluated herself. It was all part of the process, getting evaluated and making observations about how the mind works. Of course, the Betazoid students had a minor edge. This was offset by the rather difficult tests, asking about very specific parts of the brain and very specific techniques to help deal with mental trauma and turmoil. She was very good at this, after learning it of course. She tried her hardest, pushing even late at night to turn assignments in to earn her top grade. She wanted to top the other students and make her mark, graduate at the very top. Her determination drove her, her passion for the future.

She ended up graduating the academy second to the top of her class, beaten by one of the logical Vulcans that she didn’t like. This frazzled her somewhat, but she had some kind of a choice of ship to start on. Well, she thought, which ship is Charlie on? The other 20 year old Vulcan was posted on the Cambria, it seemed. She put in to be posted on this ship as well to join him and possibly claim him as her mate. She was indeed thinking like a Vulcan… two days after being posted with him, he surprisingly proposed to her with a ring in a tomato, his adoptive parents’ grandmother’s ring. This made things easy for her… she accepted happily and hugged the daylights out of him.

It turns out that Starship assignments aren’t as good as they’re made out to be, she thought. Especially after she did too good a job with counseling patients during the chief’s absence. She did the chief’s job with ease, taking patient after patient and easing their concerns. She loved doing this job, she did it with passion. When the chief returned, he found out about her good work and put in a good word to the captain. The captain, a gracious woman, recommended the smiling ensign for a promotion. She continued to work her hardest on this vessel, putting in extra hours and a little elbow grease to get the job done. She was eventually reassigned to the USS Kinghorn to supplement the chief counselor there.

Her reassignment, after five years, came right in time for her 25th birthday. Hmm, how did she celebrate this? With her husband, of course! She spent time on Risa with him, relaxing for the first time in ages. She could finally let down after her whole life of hard work. She stayed with him for two weeks, barely a fraction of the shore leave time she had earned. Many nights spent under the sunset… nights under the stars. Even Charlie’s corgis had fun, his throwing the frisbee about. This was truly an uptime in their lives, one of the most enjoyable they’d ever have. The fun came to an end, sadly, and they both went to their separate ships.

Another five year assignment… hopefully this one will bear more fruit, she thought. She continued to work hard, but not as hard as before. Perhaps she was finally settling down. She took a heavy patient load, even rivaling the chief counselor. She developed specific profiles for each patient, working with each individually any hour of the day. She made herself available at every turn, helping and coaching. This was important to her, more than anything, it seemed. She made more friends through counseling than anything else, bonding with the patients over the deep space voyage. She even earned a nickname, the Pointy Pal. She didn’t like or dislike it, but she still enjoyed the positive attention nevertheless. She continued to serve on this vessel admirably before being reposted for a one year run.

In the middle of all of this, she returned home. Charlie had his first pon farr… they both desired a child, so they pressed ahead. She was indeed pregnant, a one week scan after returning to duty determined. She continued to serve with a lightened workload throughout her pregnancy, eventually giving birth to a single baby boy. The child’s father was indeed present at the baby’s birth, so T’Mivia and him discussed the naming of the child. A traditional Vulcan name? No. Charlie especially despised this. They eventually settled on William, a fitting name for the child. The infant was, after all, named after Charlie’s adoptive father. This would soon change…

The USS Enterton. So close to being the Enterprise, the coveted Galaxy-class flagship of the federation. She wanted that posting so badly, but she was loyal to orders of her superiors to take the position of the chief counselor aboard the USS Enterton. Her first real top spot, her first real time actually being alone. With her full family together, Charlie included, she raised her baby boy with pride. She taught him his first words, how to walk, and how to eat. Charlie was her underling, so to speak, but they were both together. Charlie, much to her disdain, was granted his own head of department position aboard the USS Arcadia. At the time, this small ship posting wasn’t glamorous. Charlie was slightly disgusted, but he still took the position.

One year into her service aboard her current vessel, shortly after Charlie’s death, she received a letter. She had the opportunity to serve aboard another vessel… the name of said vessel wasn’t known at the time, but she would receive the name in due time.

Core Courses:

 * ADMIN101: Star Fleet Operations
 * ADMIN110: Chain of Command and General Protocol
 * DIPL101: General
 * ENG221: LCARS Programming 1
 * ENG231: Computer Memory and Personnel Interfaces
 * ENG232: Replicators, Transporters, and Holodecks
 * ENG233: Sensors, Communications, and Helm Systems
 * HIST101: Birth of the Federation
 * LANG101: Federation Standard
 * LANG110: Major Species (Elementary) - Cadet's Choice
 * LAW101: Federation, General
 * MATH101: Concepts
 * MED101: First Aid and Field Medicine
 * PHYS101: Concepts
 * PILOT101: Runabouts and Shuttles
 * SURV101: Starship Emergencies
 * SURV110: Environmental Suits and Zero-G Training
 * TAC101: Combat, Unarmed
 * TAC110: Combat, Small Weapons
 * BIO101: Concepts
 * XEN101: General

Majors

 * PSY101: Terran, General
 * PSY102: (Non-Terran, Major Species)
 * PSY111: Two-lobed Interspecies Individuals
 * PSY112: Four-lobed Interspecies Individuals
 * PSY201: Terran Development
 * PSY202: Non-Terran, Major Species Development
 * PSY211: Terran Personalities
 * PSY212: Non-Terran, Major Species Personalities
 * PSY221: Terran Gender
 * PSY222: Non-Terran Gender
 * PSY301: Abnormal
 * PSY302: Hostilities
 * MED202: Diagnosis, Major Species
 * MED150: Medical Ethics
 * MED111: Bedside Manner
 * BIO202: Physiology, Major Species

Minors

 * PILOT100: Land Vehicles
 * PILOT210: Minor Ships
 * PILOT101: Runabouts and Shuttles
 * DIPL101: General

Trivia

 * She is the Vulcan mate of late counselor Charlie Akron.
 * She lived with him for five years and gave birth to Charlie Junior.
 * Contrary to popular belief, she is not dead. Since Charlie was stranded in the 32nd century, he automatically assumed that she was dead and looked to pursue a new mate.
 * She is an Earth history buff, able to recite American history on a whim.
 * She especially enjoys Italian foods, her favorite being five cheese pasta.
 * She is a terrible cook.
 * She enjoys the occasional philosophical discussion with other crewmembers.
 * Her child is currently being raised by Charlie’s original adoptive parents.

Likes
Italian food, cats, quiet places, meditation, skiing, combat scenarios on the holodeck.

Dislikes
Blatant stupidity, people that insult her ‘illogicalness’, people screaming right next to her, being forced to wait, waiting needlessly, being stared at.

Ambitions
She hopes to fulfill her duty to Starfleet and eventually serve as the admiral of psychology in San Francisco.

Morals
She is a firm believer in fairness, if she thinks that an unfair opportunity is being offered to someone else over her, she will not be pleased. She also believes in karma.