Appearance
S’rrel is solidly built being taller than most Caitian’s, with his charcoal grey fur, and a short mane, but spikey as he has trouble maintaining it. His greenish eyes tend to leave people mesmerized, which can cause difficulties with conversations. Small scars are lightly visible on his right jaw from a scrap he had with one of his siblings. S’rrel’s voice is soft toned, with natural purrs. His footfalls are heavy when he walks normally but can be quiet when he’s hunting. He stands at 6’3″, tall for which is far taller than most of his family.
Personality
Capable of maintaining intense focus for long periods of time, with excellent hearing, which many find hard to get away with whispers when’s he’s around, and night vision, and other feline senses.
However, S’rrel will be the first to admit that his personal grooming routine takes rather longer than most officers, but it’s never purrfect.
S’rrel enjoys swimming, sports of many kinds, and even hunting on the holodeck…Using his own abilities that he was born with. He also favors watching comedies and telling jokes. Many would think Caitians were fierce and rough around the edges, but S’rrell was different, like most Caitains, his laugh and voice have a rich, purring quality to them.
History
S’rrel was born on Starbase Proxima near his home world Cait. He spent many of years on base while growing up with his family as his father was a Microbiologist with Starfleet Science. His mother was a Botanist. She traveled alongside his father throughout S’rrel’s youth. Growing up around Starfleet got him overly curious, and seeing all the officers everyday made him eager to join to see what’s out there.
S’rrel isn’t your typical Caitian male, His curiosity for space travel beyond his home and past Cait, led him to the academy. There he met many classmates from all points of the galaxy with same resiliency to endure the trauma of tragedy, leading them to the academy.
S’rrel came from a loving and good family. They were close knit and loyal, with S’rrel, his driving force had always been curiosity. He wanted to see what the galaxy had to offer.
Many of his classmates learned about his loyalty, and would use it for their gain, by not returning loyalty back to him. Still, he had a handful of close friends now scattered across the universe.
Service Record
Date | Position | Posting | Rank |
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2400 - Present | Executive Officer | Pending |
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2393 - 2400 | Assistant Stategic Operations Offficer | Starbase Bravo |
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2388 - 2393 | Chief Conn Officer | USS Prometheus |
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2385 - 2388 | Flight Conn Officer | USS Lakota |
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2382 - 2385 | Ensign | USS Lakota |
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2381 - 2382 | Cadet Senior Year | Command & Flight Ops |
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2380 - 2381 | Cadet Junior Year | Stategic Operations |
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2379 - 2380 | Cadet Sophomore Year | Interstellar Relations & Communications |
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2378 - 2379 | Cadet Freshman Year | Interstellar Relations & Communications |
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