|TERELL, CONOR A.|Basics
Name: Conor Aurelius Tyrell
Date of Birth: 2357
Height: 1.55 meters (5'11")
Characteristic elements: None in particular...Conor is a fairly average person, well-put-together and athletic.Backstory
Conor was born to Corman Stark and Alysanda Terell in 2357. A true starbaby, he was born on the Federation installation Deep Space Seven. He is the son of a Rear Admiral in Starfleet, though Corman and Alysanda's relationship had deteriorated by the time he was born. By mutual agreement, his mother decided to raise him away from a Starfleet life, and his father continued to rise through the ranks.
Alysandra took young Conor to live with her on Earth, close to her family in Utah. The wide-open spaces and rocks held little interest for him, so Conor moved to San Francisco after completing high school. Perhaps something in him was subconsciously drawn to the very city that held Starfleet Headquarters and the Academy.
Whatever it was - his father's life, a surge in recruitment after the Dominion War, the lack of anything real to do - whatever...Conor found himself enlisting in Starfleet.
So. Here he is...following Corman Stark's footsteps while actively denying that he is doing any such thing. Career
Starfleet Enlisted Persons Course: 2376
First Posting: USS Phoenix
Enlisted or Officer?: Enlisted
Department preference 1: Security (Ordnance Officer)
Department Preference 2: Operations Sample PostYou have arrived at your newest assignment...
- Crew Lounge]
Conor wondered which crewmembers knew just who the hell he was.
His last name was not 'Stark'. Nor had it ever been. His mother, Alysandra, had never disparaged Admiral Corman Stark's name, but she'd made no bones about the fact that she didn't need the man in her life. Conor had detected a hint of loss in her eyes when she said that. Or it might have been his imagination...since she'd never mentioned his father all that much. The man's visits had been even fewer than those mentions.
People gave him friendly nods and glances, giving away no indication that they knew more than that he was a new non-com officer, sent to the ship to help run the armory, and to serve as Captain T'Koris' personal yeoman. The whole spit-and-polish officer thing had never really appealed to him. Purposefully not following his father's life had had little to do with it.Behind the Mask
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