WIP
NAME: James Emrick Bryson (Jeb)
AGE: 32
YEAR OF BIRTH: 2367
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male
HEIGHT: 6' 2"
WEIGHT: 225 lbs
EYE COLOR: Green
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
ADDITIONAL DESCRIPTION:
FACECLAIM: Scott Caan
FAMILY: Father: Thomas Bryson (Deceased)
Mother: Mary Bryson (Deceased)
REQUESTED SIM: Amalthea
REQUESTED DEPARTMENT: Security
OFFICER, ENLISTED, OR CIVILIAN: [/b] Officer
DISCORD ID: Kyle Briggs#3709
CHARACTER HISTORY AND BIOGRAPHY: Jeb was born on Earth in 2367. His father was in private security and his mother worked in child care. His father was usually gone on a mission to protect one diplomat or another that preferred to hire private security forces for such travel. Jeb always loved sitting around and listening to his father's stories when ever he returned home. He was so intrigued that he too decided to join the business. When he finished school at seventeen years old, he signed on with a firm and headed out to space. He was able to visit lots of planets and meet many other species. He was very happy with his life and choices and thought he was set for life. That was until he met several Starfleet Security Officers. Their stories reminded him of the ones his father used to tell only they had newer and better ships. Better weapons. More personnel. He had to take the entrance exam three times before scoring high enough to get excepted. He headed back to Earth for the Academy and was one of the oldest cadets there at the age of twenty seven. After his four years, he finished third in his class and then went on to attend the Starfleet Academy Survival Training course. Once that was complete, he was assigned to the Tenth Fleet as a security officer aboard the Starbase Katra.
SAMPLE POST:
Lounge
"That was some of the luckiest shooting in the galaxy." teased Jeb.
Aaron sat his drink down on the table. "Are you kidding? I'm just that damn better than you." he joked back.
Commander Aaron Sansing had been just Lieutenant(jg) Sansing when he and Jeb had first met and had taken the man under his wing. They had just finished several rounds on the phaser range and were now having a few drinks to celebrate Sansing's new high score.
"You are pretty damn good, Boss." Jeb reluctantly agreed. "So what's next for you?" Jeb asked. "I know you got your time in. You ready to return to Earth and enjoy growing old?"
"Old? I'm not that much older than you." Aaron reminded him. "It just seems like it because I got in Starfleet a lot sooner." Aaron took another swig of his drink before continuing. "Do you ever regret not joining sooner?" he asked.
"Never. I had a really good time while I was out there on my own. Rules were more lax. Only had a few people in "command" to answer to. If it wasn't for the equipment and ships, I'd still be out there. But now I'm here and still young enough to enjoy this gig." said Jeb
As he picked up his glass, his chair was bumped and he spilled his drink all over his own lap. He stood and turned to his assailant. "Hey bud. Why don't you watch what you're doing." he exclaimed. There were no words returned, just a fist coming straight at his nose. When he woke, he was laying on a bed in Sickbay. "I'm getting too old for this crap." he muttered.
