Hsull

Authored by David Stiles

Character Biography

Position: Airborne Anomaly Researcher - USS Leviathan
Rank: CWO4
Species: Caitian
Weight: 275 lbs
Height: 6‘9”
Age: 41 Terran Years

Previous Assignments : Starfleet Academy - Tactics/Operations/Small Craft Operations, USS Prometheus - Small craft pilot/ tactical crewman, USS Andromeda - Small craft/fighter pilot, acting Tactical JO, USS Worthington - Acting Tactical Officer/CO Small craft operations, Promoted CWO1, Star Fleet Advanced Tactics/Operations School, USS Agamemnon - Tactical Officer, Promoted CWO2, Star Fleet Academy - Tactics and Small Craft/Fighter Ops Instructor, Promoted CWO3, Star Base Alpha - Tactical Officer/ Acting CO Fighter Detachment (Wounded in Action against unidentified attackers) Promoted to CWO4 while recuperating from wounds at Star Fleet Medical Facilities, Received orders to USS Dresden, served as Chief Tactical Officer, then upon decommissioning received orders to USS Leviathan.

Personal History : Born on Cait, one of five children, two older sisters and two younger brothers. Father taught philosophy at Caitian University, mother was an artist, sculptor and painter. Older sisters both bonded with families of their own. Both younger brothers involved in the arts and sciences. Since he was the middle child he was always a bit of a rebel and though his parents hoped he would settle and choose a “noble” profession, he discovered he loved to fly, and due to an old family friend who ran a freighting company and just happened to own a couple of old fighters, he was able to indulge his passion. Much to his parents chagrin. He finally convinced them to let him enlist in Star Fleet, and though his main interest was Fighters and small craft tactics, he was always interested in anything odd or strange and while in rehab brushed up on his science and biology classes, actually receiving a degree. Growing up, he was teased quite a bit as due to a genetic deformity, he had just a stub of a tail rather than the long prehensile appendages of his siblings and fellow classmates. Later on he found that this was actually an advantage as when you are crammed into an exposure suit while operating a fighter, there isn’t really anywhere to put a long tail except down a pants leg, which is uncomfortable at best. Either fortunately or unfortunately, while he was being put back together at StarFleet medical they assumed he had lost his tail in the incident and cloned then grafted him a new one which he was still getting used to, at times it seemed to have a mind of it’s own. Hsull was a bit taller and heavier than most of his kind and was covered in a golden brownish colored fur. His ears were pointed and tipped with longer black hair as were the ends of his prominent mustache. Friends told him he resembled an extinct Earth creature called a Lynx, and after seeing a picture of one he tended to agree. Like most of his kind he seldom wore footwear, except when flying fighters, he preferred to be able to use his claws to grip when needed. Also during his time in rehab the medical team had gifted him with a small cat which he found out was a “Savannah”, she had continued to grow and now as an adult was about 40 lbs, 30 inches tall at the shoulder and stretched out nose to tip of tail was about 4 feet. She seemed to know his moods and understand far more than a normal domestic cat, he named her K’Haht.

Due to the wounds he had received he walked with a slight limp which was improving with therapy and had received a cloned heart and his right eye was a bionic implant colored to match the bright blue of his left one. The military was his life and space was where he belonged. He seldom returned to his home planet, only when whatever ship he was on happened to pass close, though he did contact his family fairly regularly by subspace communication. He was tired of the inactivity of the medical center and the constant attention of the medical staff, and since he was no longer allowed to fly combat missions he concentrated on his science but still tried to fly whenever he could. He did manage to talk StarFleet into letting him have the use of an older fighter which had been stripped of all offensive weaponry. He had worked on and modified this craft with all manner of sensors and information gathering equipment which he intended to use during his next assignment, when he found out he had been reclassified as an Anomaly Researcher.