Alex Jackson

Appearance
6’6” head and shoulders. Mesomorph - physically built, with a tinge of softness to her body.

Alex has an oblong face. Inside her mouth are whitish teeth, with the only exception being her right canine, which is a shiny golden tooth. Her eyes are olive colored, and have heavy bags under them. Her face has a deep scar leading from the right side of her chin, past her lips, and onto her cheek. Since entering active duty, she’s let her ginger colored hair grow out to back length hair.

Alex,  while off duty, is often dressed in something out of early 21st century fashion - usually in a yellow and red striped long sleeved button up shirt, a pair of blue jeans, and a pair of brown service boots.

Personality
Alex is a hard worker - committed to her job, particularly in the opportunity to set foot on new worlds, and explore new cultures.

Alex misses a great many social cues that come with human interactions, but despite it, she tries her best to understand, and interact with other humans.

In particular, Alex drinks to excess, while off duty. It’s been suggested that she may have alcoholism, but she’s reluctant to admit that she may have a problem.

Ambitions

 * Have the strength to protect others.
 * Heal others.
 * Forget the past.
 * Become the Chief Security Officer.

Morals

 * Fight for what you believe in.
 * Don’t forgive those that wrong you beyond reason.
 * Vengeance is useless, and does not equate to true justice.

History
Alex was born on a planet called Volan 3. Born during the Federation-Cardassian war, on a planet that regularly received devastation from the Cardassians, the first few years of Alex’s life were fraught with fear and things that she was too young to comprehend. With her father being a resistance fighter, her early years became a nomadic existence, tugged along by her mother from ‘safe spot’ to ‘safe spot’.

In 2365, the Federation made first contact with the Borg. While Alex was too young to really understand what was going on, she knew that it was a scary time; it had been explained, briefly, that big, scary robots were attacking people somewhere else, but that they were too far away to be in danger.

When the Armistice between the Federation and the Cardassians came about in 2367, Alex was already seven years old, and had witnessed the devastation that had been left behind. It was scarring, for the young woman, though she repressed the majority of it. All she had known was war - her childhood, as it remained, had been consumed by war. With the hostilities at an end, there was little left to do, but to try and rebuild.

With the signing of the Federation-Cardassian Treaty in 2370, and the creation of the Demilitarized Zone, it would be impressed upon the girl that the Federation had abandoned their people, and that the Marquis was the only hope of reclaiming their home, and protecting their people. Around this time, she stopped seeing her father altogether, as he became a part of the Marquis. While she may have seemed indifferent on the outside, the ten year old never forgave the Marquis for taking her daddy away from her.

In 2373, when Alex was 13, the Cardassians invaded, assisted by the Dominion, destroying Marquis settlements utterly.

Fire. Smoke. Smog. Phaser bursts. Alex put her hands over her ears, as she curled into a ball, trying to blot out the screams, while the fires outside grew hotter. The walls started to peel from heat, while she remained hiding under a desk. For a moment, everything went quiet - only the crackling roar of the fire remained. Suddenly, there was a crash. A support beam had crumpled under the damage brought on by the fire, and fallen down in front of her, smashing into the floor. A bang rang out through the air, along with footsteps.

“Hello? I know someone’s in here! I’m here to help! Just say something!”

A whimper left her throat, before she crawled out from the desk, looking up at the young man in red, that had kicked in the door. A Starfleet uniform. His hands moved to pull her to her feet. “C’mon, let’s get you out of here. Two to beam up to the medical bay.”

And then she was somewhere else entirely.

Alex spent the rest of the Dominion war as a refugee, cared for by other Marquis refugees. As hard as she tried, she could never find either of her parents, leaving her with a deep feeling of resentment and abandonment for the both of them, for leaving her to fend for herself.

Being resettled on another planet in Federation space in 2376, with the other Refugees, Alex would only have a few months on the planet, before she enlisted in Starfleet Academy, seeking to find a better life far, far away from every reminder of her life on Volan 3, and away from every Cardassian in existence.

Academy life was...straining, to say the least. Alex found the more solitary nature of Academy life to be quite different from life among the refugees. It was much different from the group-living that she had become used to.

She decided early on that she would take a dual-role study in security and medical courses, so that she could make herself useful in more situations beyond those that called for violence. Her experience in wartime made these courses easier. Violence was all she was used to - fighting for survival, for space, for food, for an extra blanket. She needed to be a soldier, so that she could protect others - to do for others, what she needed for herself, when she was younger.

It took a while for her to fall in with a social group - in the end, she ended up being a part of the more active group - ones who reveled with synthehol and true alcohol alike. While she was close to her classmates, she never quite made any true ‘friends’ of note. Those faces and names disappeared behind a wave of alcohol and bargames.

Despite it all, somehow, Alex managed to keep her head on straight for four whole years - never managing to get into enough trouble to bar her from becoming a StarFleet officer.

By the time that Alex had graduated, four years later, most of her social group had either washed out, or succeeded in becoming a part of Starfleet; though the majority washed out. With her social net more or less imploded, Alex now had to make new friends.

For the last eleven years, Alex has worked between security and medical roles on different starships, in different parts of the Alpha quadrant - however, primarily, her role has been to oversee security operations on large StarFleet vessels, where she was prized for her patience, and preference for nonviolence.

Alex’s first posting was aboard the U.S.S Silver Zephyr, a Galaxy class starship, upon which she served as a security officer. During the first few months of her tenure aboard the vessel, the majority of Alex’s duties consisted of keeping the peace, and accompanying the away team on their excursions to different planets, moons, and planetoids. In that time, she saw more of the galaxy than she ever expected to, while the starship made its way into unknown, or seldomly ventured territory.

For four years, Alex excitedly attended adventure after adventure, going through the motions, and using her training to survive situations that would have otherwise left her injured, maimed, or worse. For her trouble, she earned a deep scar on her face, and a few burn scars on her torso from phaser blasts.

After her four year tour of duty was completed, Alex was looking for a different adventure - something different from what she’d been doing - and as such, she put in for a transfer, hoping for something more...normal, something less dramatic. Something in familiar territory.

Most recently,  Alex has been transferred from the U.S.S Anesidora after six years of service aboard it. Six years of her life were spent onboard the U.S.S Anesidora, in Federation space, patrolling familiar routes. Despite wanting to get back to the mundanity of a ‘normal’ posting, it wasn’t enough for her. Being out and about, exploring new places - that was where she was meant to be. Playing security officer on a patrol vessel was wildly underwhelming. For two years, she requested transfer after transfer - never quite managing to get approval.

In the last month, she’s finally managed to get a transfer - to the Arcadia. New to the ship, Alex has to reintegrate once again, with human society.

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

 * ARM101: Introduction to Weapons
 * ARM110: Hand Phasers, Phaser Rifles and Artillery
 * ARM120: Knives and other Small Weapons
 * ARM130: Non-traditional Weapons
 * LAW200: Federation, Constitutional
 * TAC200: Combat, Martial Arts, Anbo-Jytsu and Federation Standard
 * TAC210: Combat, Marksmanship
 * TAC220: Small Units
 * TAC301: Strategy of Battle 1
 * SURV150: Land-based Survival in Desert, Ocean, Jungle, and Moderate conditions.

Minors

 * BIO151: Cell Biology, Humanoid
 * BIO152: Cell Biology, Non-Humanoid
 * MED111: Bedside Manner
 * MED150: Medical Ethics
 * MED175: Epidemiology and Medical Statistics
 * MED201: Clinical Fundamentals
 * MED202: Diagnosis, Major Species
 * MED203: Diagnosis, Minor Species
 * MED211: Pharmacology 1
 * MED212: Pharmacology 2

Trivia

 * Has owned at least one pet snake before.
 * Generally likes sweaters, and being warm.
 * Can and will out-eat you when it comes to food.

Likes

 * Incense
 * Lizards
 * Jazz
 * Bees
 * Honey Mead
 * Wine
 * Alcohol
 * Gorn
 * Burgers
 * Sandwiches

Dislikes

 * Pineapple
 * Pizza
 * Pranks
 * Synthetic alcohol
 * Sports
 * Tight spaces
 * Abstract art