Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		Human
Age		52

Physical Appearance

Height		6'0"
Weight		200 lb
Hair Color		Brown
Eye Color		Blue
Physical Description		John Smith was an enlisted (staff NCO) in Starfleet for 30 years. His last assignment was over the Ba'Ku homeworld. An attack happened and Smith's wife (also serving in Starleet) was killed. He was taken to the Ba'Ku homeworld where he was in a coma for some time. When he woke up, he was healed, and, back to his 20 year old body.

Family

Spouse		Tess
Children		None
Father		Charles
Mother		Erika
Brother(s) and / or Sister(s)		Sam Carol

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Not the smartest, toughest, or fastest person, BUT, when he takes on a task he is "very" focused on doing that one thing very well. His superiors never worried about the projects / jobs he was assigned to. He was about to retire before the attack and the death of his wife. After what happened, an Admiral asked him to apply to Starfleet Academy do the the loss of officers during the Borg wars. He did and graduated as an Ensign, with his degrees in Warp Field theory.
Strengths & Weaknesses		He wasn't the smartest NCO on the ship but he was tireless. He would work and study and most importantly, he would ask others for input and research what he was working on. While he never used to figure things out quickly, he would figure them out and apply what he learned. Since the attack and his wife's death, he became very focused on learning to fight better.
Ambitions		Improve in martial arts and overcome the PTSD that he suffers with.
Hobbies & Interests		His counselor in the Academy made him take up some musical instrument as part of his therapy. Smith chose the handpan. His wife liked handpan music which they heard on shore leave one time.

Personal History		Chief Petty Officer Smith stood a moment at the Admiral’s door before touching the notification bar. He heard the Admiral’s voice called out and he then hit the open button. He walked directly to a position in front of the Admiral’s desk and stood at attention. “Good morning, Chief Smith. At ease. Please sit down,” said the Admiral in an almost friendly tone motioning to a chair off at angle to the Admiral’s beautiful desk. Smith took the seat and waited. He had never actually met Admiral Tanaka, but he knew his reputation. He was a no-nonsense, by the book Admiral. Smith noted a data pad on the Admiral’s desk with Smith’s history on the main screen. Admiral Tanaka looked Smith directly in the eyes, “Let me begin by saying how sorry I am for the loss of your wife. What happened above the Ba’Ku homeworld is a tragedy.” Admiral Tanaka pointed to the data pad, “Your report is clear and to the point, but you left out the most pivotal information. You stopped the Breen attacker.” “I’m sure you understand that’s not exactly how it unfolded,” began Smith. “I would have died, but for my wife’s actions. Her actions gave me the time to get back in the fight, but, she died to give me that time. No disrespect, Sir, but, what difference does it make now. Ba’Ku is safe. We have shut down the Ba’Ku research facility and I’m about to retire.” Admiral Tanaka took a deep breath, “About that . . . . . ” Smith’s smooth brow wrinkled, “I’m afraid I don’t understand.” “You’ve given thirty years of your life to the Federation and served with distinction,” began the Admiral. “I have your discharge prepared for you and I wouldn’t blame you if you took that option, but, I want to propose another option.” Smith shifted uncomfortably in the plush chair, “What do you mean?” “Have you looked in the mirror, lately Chief?” asked the Admiral. “The Ba’Ku were horrified at what took place in our orbital research facility. They knew that Breen attack was an attack on them. Before you lost consciousness you sounded the alarm. You were moments away from death when they found you. The best way to save you was to take you to the surface. Your injuries were so severe that you went into a coma, and when you woke up . . . . ” The Admiral motioned to Smith’s face. “You look twenty years old, Chief Smith. Biologically, you ARE twenty years old. Which brings me to that ‘other option’ I was talking about.” “The Borg War took quite a toll on the Federation,” began the Admiral. “We put on a brave face and tell everyone that thing are just fine . . . but they aren’t. The Federation is in bad shape Smith, very bad. We didn’t just lose ships, with lost some of the finest officers I’ve ever met. So, we are expanding Starfleet Academy to fill the urgent need. I’d like you to apply to Starfleet Academy, which is my way of saying your application is already filled out on the same data pad as your retirement paperwork.” Smith smiled, “Well, Admiral, let me begin by saying I am honored that you would even think of me as Starfleet Academy material. Having said that, during my thirty years of service there were other times when we were ‘short’ of officers. During one of those times, I was encouraged to apply. I did but when I took my physical, my IQ test came up short. I have done well over the years because I work harder than others, not because I’m smarter than others.” The Admiral nodded, “Your complete honesty is quite refreshing. I have your file, and yes, your IQ test did come up short back then, two points short to be exact, . . . but these are desperate times. The normal standards have been ‘lowered’ to allow more cadets to enter, get trained and replenish our officer ranks. Even if it takes you an extra year to pass all the coursework, we will have an Ensign with thirty years of Starfleet experience.” Smith said nothing for a long, awkward moment, “To be honest, with my wife gone, I have no plans at all. ‘We’ had lots of plans, but, all alone? I just can’t see myself doing any of those things, now. I feel like Starfleet is not getting the very best, and I know better than most that in dark moments, you need the very best.” “In this dark moment, we need good officers who know how important our mission is and are willing to move us forward in that direction. The only question to be answered today, is, are you willing to be one of those officers?” “Alright Admiral,” began Smith. “Where do I sign?” Admiral Tanaka swiped the separation from service paperwork out of the way on his data pad and pulled up the Starfleet Application. He extended the pad and handed Chief Smith a stylus to sign with. “You’re going to make a fine officer Smith.”
Service Record		As an enlisted member of Starfleet, Smith worked on everything from transporters to phasers and of course warp drives.