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| Name: | Phoenix Finistair (Female) | Date of Birth (Age): | 6/15/2235 (150+ Years young) | 
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| Species: | El-Aurian | Place of Birth: | El-Auria | ||
| Nationality: | El-Aurian | Ethnic Origin: | El-Aurian | ||
| Languages: | Federation Standard English | Religion: | Spiritual | ||
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| Height: | 2.07m | Weight: | Not Specified | ||
| Hair: | Sandalwood | Eyes: | Green | ||
| Blood type: | Equivalent to human type O- | Medical Restrictions: | Allergic to Earth fish and Raktajino | ||
| Other Important Medical Information: | Allergic to Earth-fish and raktajino. Doesn't sleep much and is sensitive to bright lights. El-Aurians have long life spans and are incredibly slow agers. Physically identical to Humans, in structure and even the range of racial phenotype. Has memory loss issues from being trapped in the Nexus and gets momentary flash backs, either triggered or random. | ||||
| Other Identifying marks/Features: | Four, three inch, vertical scars on her left shoulder from being gouged by a wild animal on her homeworld as a child. Also, a small scar on the top of her right foot (cannot remember from what.) | ||||
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| Maritial Status: | Single | Spouse | None | ||
| Children | None | Mother | Le-noi, deceased | ||
| Father | Jo-ran, deceased | Siblings | Brother Yas-tawn and his twin sister Yu'san. Both deceased. | ||
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| Rank: | Captain | Position: | Chief Security Officer | ||
| Current Assignment: | Pinastri Headquarters | Branch: | UF Starfleet Security | ||
| Sector: | 001 | Service Number: | 2322 | ||
| Status: | Active | ||||
| Biography | |||||
| I was 58 when the Borg Cubes arrived at my homeworld of El- Aurira and started assimilating my planet. I was getting ready to leave El-Auria to explore the universe on my own, when the call to evacuate the planet arrived. I only remember bits and pieces of it but I remember the horror. There is no escaping that. I also remember the pain across my father's face as an assimilated Yas-tawn slew him while father was trying to protect my mother, sister and myself. His dying words to us were shouted as we fled to the awaiting SS Lakul. As I was running with the remnants of my family, a small child was crying for its parents. I stopped to pick him up while my sister and mother ran ahead to the ship. By the time I got to the ships, there were only a handful of people waiting for safe passage and the Robert Fox had just taken off with my mother and sister on it.
I rushed with the boy child to the last ship, the Lakul as it was boarding the last passengers. I heard a cry as we lifted off and saw the boy's parents crying with gratitude as they laid their eyes upon us. I treasure that moment even through my memory loss as I had just lost my brother and father and later when the Robert Fox was lost, so were my mother and sister. After our harrowing escape from the Borg, we were en-route to a Starfleet refugee camp on Earth, when we were overcome by a space anomaly. Upon a ship-wide comm stating that the Robert Fox was destroyed, I was so overcome with grief that I blacked out. When I awoke, I was back on El-Auria, with my family as we were before the Borg invasion. Also there was my childhood friend and my arranged mate, Lo-quin, who had died the previous harvest season by hitting his head on a submerged rock while cliff diving. I knew I was in the Nexus but I did not know how to leave. In this alternate reality, I raised a family with my loving Lo-quin, had many nieces, nephews and even a few more siblings. I enjoyed my prison of joy with my "family". I don't recall how long after I was in the Nexus, that I realized things were wrong. I remembered each of my family and my mate dying. In my father's case and Lo-quin's, I saw them both die in front of my eyes. I traced back my thoughts to when we were escaping the Borg, relived that horrifying memory, and concentrated on where it was we were running to. At that instant I wished I was in the refugee camp at Starfleet where the Robert Fox and the Lakul were headed and next thing I know I was on Earth, in the year 2383. Ninty years after I entered the Nexus. I knew this place was real and I decided to join Starfleet as I became friends with many of the Starfleet officers and knew Earth was not my home. I wanted to travel the stars and continue my journey of discovery. I entered the academy in May 2385 and graduated five short weeks later. During my time in the Starfleet Academy in Sector 001, I was unsure where to take a post. I had a few offers on the table but none of them felt quite right. I decided to use the Advanced Starship Design Bureau as a stepping stone for my Starfleet Career. I also was appointed Director of the School of Command Protocols during this time, shortly after became Assistant Dean under Praxislady Witt. I was In the ASDB for awhile and decided I needed a change of assignment and applied to be an Instructor at the Academy. I received my orders and enjoyed teaching and helping the Cadets. Sometime later, I was assigned as Dean of the College of Command. Lots of paperwork and all, but a position I enjoyed until shortly before I retired. Before I retired I also became my friend Millenia Infinity's Yeoman, as she was Head of the Corps of Engineers. At this time however, I had to retire unfortunately. Fresh from retirement, I was offered the position of Assistant Chief Engineer aboard the USS Talisman-A. A position I enjoyed thoroughly along with the crew. Now after being unable to find a replacement position I felt comfortable in, I've become Captain of a fine ship, the USS Puma (saber class). Our journey is just beginning... | |||||
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