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- Languages Known
- English, Romulan, Cardassian
His violent tenancies run very deep, though stereotypical he is at peace with the fact that he has them. He is not a tortured Klingon soul in constant battle with himself. He knows what he is, when to walk away, and when to throw people into the nearest console for their insolence.
His inner peace with himself allows him to control his anger and aggression, anger comes quick and leaves just as quickly. He is a very serious man most of the time, however... Like any good Klingon he will laugh at death and danger, look them in the eyes, and march on where angels fear the tread. All the while being happy to use his Klingon skills to drink anyone who wants to challenge him under the table, so far the only creatures to be able to withstand more alcohol than he can are Vulcans, but he suspects if he could master their mental discipline he would fare better.
Strengths
Aside from sheer physical strength. His inner zen (to use a human term).
Weaknesses
Reckless and generally thinks that he is immune to phaser fire when he gets his back up... Or when he drinks.
Ambitions
Career wise... He would like to make Pilot or Tactical Officer on a Prometheus class ship.
Hobbies and Interests
He has an interest in xeno-anthropology specifically with an interest in cultural attitudes toward death, bravery, and honor. The core Klingon values. Of course he is a bit arrogant about the Klingon values.
Family
While his mother was extremely unhappy with his choice to join Starfleet, his father was proud not of the choice, but of the fact that he didn't become weak, only tempered. Both his parents are still alive and he speaks to them whenever possible.
History
He joined Starfleet Command after an incident while he was on a transport ship going home from a visit to an Earth martial arts tournament on a planet near the Klingon-Federation boarder. The ship was attacked by raiders and he took the helm evading and striking critical blows to the enemy ships with the small weapons on the transport. A Nebula class science vessel with minimal weaponry nearly destroyed itself protecting the transport after the transport ships weapons were destroyed.
The Nebula class ship showed great honor and he began to realize that the stories of honor in the Federation could in fact be true. After some time as a guest aboard the Federation ship he decided to join Starfleet.