John Williams - Reporting In - July 8, 2021

[Rayek tr'Lhoell]

Hi John,

Welcome to The Tenth Fleet.

Please post your application below rather than in the Apply Here.

[vr041]

NAME: John Williams
AGE: 42/419
YEAR OF BIRTH: 1980
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male

HEIGHT: 176cm
WEIGHT: 80kg
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HAIR COLOR: Dark Redish Brown
ADDITIONAL DESCRIPTION: Character is bald with a beard.
FACECLAIM: Hugo Weaving

FAMILY: 8 times great Grandson, Simon Bresnik (52)

REQUESTED SIM: USS Amalthea

REQUESTED DEPARTMENT: Science

OFFICER, ENLISTED, OR CIVILIAN: Officer

DISCORD ID:

CHARACTER HISTORY AND BIOGRAPHY:
1980: Born in Sydney, Australia, into a nuclear family and was baptised Catholic.
1980-1998: Grew up with a keen interest in aviation, amateur electronics and astronomy. Highly bright, but due to being on the Spectrum his upbringing was often difficult due to peers, teachers and family members who either didn't understand him, or didn't want to.
1999-2002: Attended technical school, gaining trade level electrical engineering qualifications.
2005-2007: Attended University of New South Wales and attained a Bachelor of History due to limited employment opportunities.
2008-2014: Worked in the Powerhouse Museum, Sydney as a curator.
2009-2010: Met and subsequently married Melody Parsons (29).
2011: Matthew Williams (son) is born, followed by Susan (daughter) a year later.
2013: Diagnosed with a highly aggressive and inoperable brain tumor. After much deliberation, the family decides to place John in cryo-stasis.
2392: After having drifted out of Earth orbit, John's cryo station is discovered by the USS Hood and John is revived and cured of his cancer.
2393-2397: Enters Starfleet Academy after aclimatising as best he could to life 400 years into the future, graduating with a major in xeno-archaeology and a minor in warp field mechanics.
2397: Posted to the USS Lexington. Earned a reputation for being a workaholic that was austere, but whose loyalty could never be questioned. Was promoted to LTJG within a year of posting.
2398: Received commendation for saving the crew, with quick thinking, when an alien artefact was discovered to be destabilising the warp core's containment field. Was subsequently promoted to full LT.
2399: At the encouragement of and on the recommendation of his Captain, John was transferred to the USS Amalthea.

SAMPLE POST:
John heard the alarm going off and his usual sense of bittersweetness overcame him. In many ways, this would have been the dream of many of his time - to see and live in some fantastical future, but dreams often come with a price. The empty side of the bed next to him reminded him of the wife he had left behind when illness robbed him of his life - of the friends and family who were now nothing more than glorified characters on the page of history and not even footnotes as far as the wider world was concerned. There was Simon, but it was always weird. All these generations he'd missed and he had an 8 times great grandson who was either 8 years older than him or 411 years younger than him, depending on how you looked at it. He was a like a neanderthal thawed out and suddenly forced by fate to live in the modern world and everyone made sure he knew it. Some had made crude comments that he knew better than to respond to with a well deserved smack in the mouth - that would only prove them right. However he saw it in people's eyes. He was like a carnival freak-show. "Come see the bearded lady" he'd often humourlessly joked to himself. He knew that no matter how hard he worked, that most people would never see themselves as an equal, but he also understood that he represented the past they were so ashamed of and that if they saw him as an equal, it would mean to so many of them, that they weren't as evolved as they liked to think they were. He had thrown himself into Starfleet, after his cryopod had been found by a random act of luck in deep space and he had adjusted as best he could to life in the 24th Century and had even amazed many of his instructors, but he knew that deep down, they would never see him as an equal. He had always been spiritual, but his faith had become essential to him as a means of making sense of everything and trying to find hope that things might improve.

"Computer," he called out, "load Catholic Reflections Library. Play daily prayer readings for Stardate 76210.96."

As the readings played, he lay there, listening attentively, not only with his mind, but his heart, drawing the inspiration he could to find hope for the day, then preyed the Rosary as he did every morning, before climbing out of bed, beginning the daily ritual of preparing for his shift and hoping that maybe today might be the day that things begin to finally change.

[Rayek tr'Lhoell]

John,

Thank you for that well written application.  There are a couple of things however that the Admin will need to discuss about it before final approval and we may require some edits to the application.   As a general rule new characters are expected to start as Ensigns, not full Lieutenants.   

While the Admins discuss, we can start by getting you started on your Starfleet Academy training.  This is a short series of posts that we require new members to complete to help familiarize themselves with our style of posting and to get them comfortable with where to locate things on the site.

You can find your course Here

[vr041]

I'm fine with tweaking the timeline so that it's his first posting out of the Academy, but I'm pretty set on the core of the character (20th Century birth, wife and kids, terminal illness forcing cryo sleep, cryo pod discovered in the 24th century and having to find his place in the 24th Century).

[Rayek tr'Lhoell]

I'm fine with tweaking the timeline so that it's his first posting out of the Academy, but I'm pretty set on the core of the character (20th Century birth, wife and kids, terminal illness forcing cryo sleep, cryo pod discovered in the 24th century and having to find his place in the 24th Century).

The admins are accepting of your core background but would like to see the application edited to have him as freshly minted Ensign (once you graduate the Academy training). 

[vr041]

Here's the revised profile with the revised timeline:
NAME: John Williams
AGE: 40/419
YEAR OF BIRTH: 1980
SPECIES: Human
GENDER: Male

HEIGHT: 176cm
WEIGHT: 80kg
EYE COLOR: Hazel
HAIR COLOR: Black
ADDITIONAL DESCRIPTION: Character is bald with a beard.
FACECLAIM: Zac Drayson (Australian Actor most well known for his time on Home an Away):


FAMILY: 8 times great Grandson, Simon Bresnik (52)

REQUESTED SIM: USS Amalthea

REQUESTED DEPARTMENT: Science

OFFICER, ENLISTED, OR CIVILIAN: Officer

DISCORD ID:

CHARACTER HISTORY AND BIOGRAPHY:
1980: Born in Sydney, Australia, into a nuclear family and was baptised Catholic.
1980-1998: Grew up with a keen interest in aviation, amateur electronics and astronomy. Highly bright, but due to being on the Spectrum his upbringing was often difficult due to peers, teachers and family members who either didn't understand him, or didn't want to.
1999-2002: Attended technical school, gaining trade level electrical engineering qualifications.
2005-2007: Attended University of New South Wales and attained a Bachelor of History due to limited employment opportunities.
2008-2014: Worked in the Powerhouse Museum, Sydney as a curator.
2009-2010: Met and subsequently married Melody Parsons (29).
2011: Matthew Williams (son) is born, followed by Susan (daughter) a year later.
2013: Diagnosed with a highly aggressive and inoperable brain tumor. After much deliberation, the family decides to place John in cryo-stasis.
2394: After having drifted out of Earth orbit, John's cryo station is discovered by the USS Hood and John is revived and cured of his cancer.
2395-2399: Enters Starfleet Academy after aclimatising as best he could to life 400 years into the future, graduating with a major in xeno-archaeology and a minor in warp field mechanics.
2399: Enters initial posting on board the USS Amalthea.

SAMPLE POST:
John heard the alarm going off and his usual sense of bittersweetness overcame him. In many ways, this would have been the dream of many of his time - to see and live in some fantastical future, but dreams often come with a price. The empty side of the bed next to him reminded him of the wife he had left behind when illness robbed him of his life - of the friends and family who were now nothing more than glorified characters on the page of history and not even footnotes as far as the wider world was concerned. There was Simon, but it was always weird. All these generations he'd missed and he had an 8 times great grandson who was either 8 years older than him or 411 years younger than him, depending on how you looked at it. He was a like a neanderthal thawed out and suddenly forced by fate to live in the modern world and everyone made sure he knew it. Some had made crude comments that he knew better than to respond to with a well deserved smack in the mouth - that would only prove them right. However he saw it in people's eyes. He was like a carnival freak-show. "Come see the bearded lady" he'd often humourlessly joked to himself. He knew that no matter how hard he worked, that most people would never see themselves as an equal, but he also understood that he represented the past they were so ashamed of and that if they saw him as an equal, it would mean to so many of them, that they weren't as evolved as they liked to think they were. He had thrown himself into Starfleet, after his cryopod had been found by a random act of luck in deep space and he had adjusted as best he could to life in the 24th Century and had even amazed many of his instructors, but he knew that deep down, they would never see him as an equal. He had always been spiritual, but his faith had become essential to him as a means of making sense of everything and trying to find hope that things might improve.

"Computer," he called out, "load Catholic Reflections Library. Play daily prayer readings for Stardate 76210.96."

As the readings played, he lay there, listening attentively, not only with his mind, but his heart, drawing the inspiration he could to find hope for the day, then preyed the Rosary as he did every morning, before climbing out of bed, beginning the daily ritual of preparing for his shift and hoping that maybe today might be the day that things begin to finally change.