Sails-at-Dawn
Name Sails-at-Dawn Mr
Position Handyman
Character Information
| Gender | Male | |
| Species | Human | |
| Age | 28 |
Physical Appearance
| Height | 5'10" | |
| Weight | 76kg | |
| Hair Color | Blonde | |
| Eye Color | Blue | |
| Physical Description | Build: Wiry yet muscular. Hair: Blonde, long ponytail in a braid. Bound at the end with a single blue band. |
Family
| Father | deceased | |
| Mother | Starlight-on-the-Water |
Personality & Traits
| General Overview | Professionally friendly while at work, normal friendly while not at work. | |
| Strengths & Weaknesses | His strength is his broad array of skills. Sails is the very definition of "jack of all trades, master of none". His personality contains little in the way of strengths or weaknesses, lacking strong emotions on either side of the scale. Though not a Vulcan by any measure, he tries not to get worked up about things. He enjoys being a handyman for two main reasons; you get paid real money, and you have total freedom to simply walk away from a job if the client aggravates him. |
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| Ambitions | One day he plans to buy a ship and roam the stars in search of adventure, but first he'd have to move somewhere a civilian ship isn't classed as "skeet". | |
| Hobbies & Interests | His job has a lot of variety, and he enjoys getting paid. Two or more times a year he likes to spend a little latinum and visit somewhere interesting. His last trip was to a parade several systems away from Versailles, and he even got paid for that trip too. |
History
| Personal History | The last child born to a non-technological human tribe suffering from disease, his mother was the sole survivor when an accidental forest fire claimed what remained of her people. Pregnant, she clung to a broken canoe which carried her out to sea. Days later, and barely alive, she washed up on a Federation dock. While the dockworkers hauled her up onto the wooden planks, she felt the first contraction. Medics were called, alarm bells were rung, and nature took its course right then and there. As per the traditions of her people, she named her son after the first thing she saw when he drew breath. Across the bay, white sails rippled in the wind, and the sun heralded the dawn. Fast forward several years, and the single mother had integrated well into Federation society. Her tribe may have rejected technology, but she chose to embrace it and move on with her life. Which was why her son, Sails-at-Dawn, attended a Federation school. Another few years, and Sails bid farewell to his mother, and took a job aboard a merchant vessel. More years, and he became a reputable servant on an estate. Still more years, and he was a personal assistant-slash-bodyguard for the master of the estate. This ended on good terms, with a generous severance bonus. And his last career before heading to Versailles was 1.5 years as a handyman aboard Zetari. |
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| Service Record | None, or thousands. Depends if you count babysitting as service. | |
| Medical Record | Vaccinations, an assortment of bumps and bruises, and one instance of being treated for an energy weapon blast (hunting accident) on Zetari. |