Lieutenant JG Remigius ("Remy") Fawkes
Name Remigius ("Remy") Fawkes Ph.D.
Rank Lieutenant JG
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | El-Aurian | |
| Age | 149 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 5'11" | |
| Weight | 159 lbs | |
| Hair Color | Black | |
| Eye Color | Black | |
| Physical Description | Slim. He’s fashion conscious, likes jewelry, and wears a touch of eyeliner most days. Uniforms are not his favorite look and he’ll be the first to shed it once the day’s work is done. Speaks in a sort of husky purr. |
Family
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Remigius, or Remy as he’s known to his many friends and acquaintances, has been essentially homeless since his world fell to the Borg in 2265. He is perceptive and highly intuitive though he covers his occasional brilliance with personality and a bit of personal flair. He can be impatient and brusque but he can also be exceedingly warm. When you have crossed from annoying stranger to friend, he can be welcoming and caring. Always willing to listen and to help. Course, getting there could be a bit of a challenge. |
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| Strengths & Weaknesses | Strengths: Holds a Ph.D. in psychology and a second Ph.D. in English and Literary Arts Taught Psychology at University Level Weaknesses: Has devoted a good deal of time to studying the Borg. And while he understands to an extent that to be Borg is to be both villain and victim, there is a part of him that will never be able to forgive the Collective’s swarm mentality that thrives through destruction. The loss of his world and his people was a loss he still mourns to an extent. Dancing. Loves to go dancing and has been known to put off the paperwork for a night on the dance floor. Good wine. He can be enticed into many things with a bottle of good wine. No interest whatsoever in martial arts or weapons. He is a pacifist. |
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| Languages Spoken | El-Aurian (Mother Tonue). Fluent in Federation Standard, Risian, and Deltan. Speaks a smattering of other languages but mostly of the where's the wine variety. | |
| Hobbies & Interests | -- Remigius is a voracious reader and a writer of mystery novels -- he has a devoted fan base and finds a life in Starfleet, on a moving ship, makes it a whole lot harder for his fans to track him down -- Tests mystery holo novels for friends and students --Does a lot of testing to give his novels authenticity usually on the holodeck -- Lives with a cat named Chairman Meow. He celebrates the Chairman’s birthday every year, sometimes with elaborate parties. He likes parties. -- Yoga and meditation |
| Personal History | Remigius was born on the El-Aurian homeworld. Some of his earliest memories involved looking up at the stars and imagining the day that he could go wandering. It seemed as though his early life was filled to overflowing with impatience and the need to be doing. He had a warm and loving family right up until the day that he didn’t. He was nineteen when he made his dream come true and twenty when the Borg took his world. To be twenty and homeless, to experience the loss of everything that mattered to you, to have only what you carried with you, to regret what you so carelessly left behind is not easy. He spent a lot of years wandering aimlessly. He had adventures. Near escapes. Made friends. He came out of mourning stealthily, by slow degrees. Someone gave him a journal and he began to write out his thoughts. Before long it was essays and his first novel. He was drawn to mystery and he drew on his unique experiences and his own creative soul. He found Yale and embraced academia. He was drawn to the study of the mind and pursued his Ph.D. He taught classes, saw patients, pursued a second Ph.D. in English and Literary Arts and wrote. For a time, Yale became the home he made for himself and for a while, he found a sort of peace. He could never quite pin down the moment when his attention turned toward Starfleet and a return to the stars. He loved teaching but found the minutia to be a bit tedious. He loved learning but found the scrutiny and sly whispers to be annoying. At the end of the semester, he went on sabbatical and spent two weeks on Risa, giving the whole matter his undivided attention, or at least his attention when he wasn’t dancing, going to parties, dining out, or meeting up with old friends. Two weeks turned into a year and would have turned into two had he not had a notion while drinking wine on the beach. He went into private practice for a time and established a life for himself in San Francisco but the notion persisted. And so, on his 140th birthday, Remigius Fawkes did an impossible thing. He joined Starfleet. |
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| Service Record | 2245. Born on the El-Aurian homeworld 2264: Goes wandering with friends. 2265: El-Aurian homeworld destroyed by the Borg. Remigius wanders. 2305: Now a successful author, enters Yale to study psychology 2307: Gets his Ph.D. in Psychology. Teaches and starts his own practice. 2315: Gets a second Ph.D. in English and Literary Arts 2360: Goes on sabbatical from Yale. Spends a year on Risa. 2360: Goes into private practice. Continues to work on his mystery novels. 2385: Enters Starfleet Academy, Counseling 2389: Graduates. Assigned as Counselor, USS Dayan 2394: Transferred to the USS Crazy Horse, Acting Chief Counselor |