Ensign Vexus

Character Information

Gender		Male
Species		Saurian
Age		25

Physical Appearance

Height		6'11" / 185cm
Weight		190lbs / 86kg
Hair Color		None
Eye Color		Obsidian
Physical Description		Vexus is tall and wiry, built less like a soldier and more like a runner. His skin carries a lattice of fine scales that are pale with a violet hue. The scales can--and do--shift with the light: greens, bronzes and blues can be seen flickering when he moves. But above them all, that hint of violet is what most see. His head is narrow, with slight ridges along the brow, temples, and jaw. His eyes are what most notice first: obsidian black, glossy and rarely blinking. His voice is low but can reach higher octaves when excited. When he smiles, it comes quickly and vanishes because he's not entirely comfortable with how his smile appears to others. He feels most humans might become easily frightened by his long, sharp teeth and large tongue.

Family

Father		Venai (Starfleet Academy Instructor)
Mother		Dresa
Other Family		26 brothers/sisters

Personality & Traits

General Overview		Vexus is young, principled, and restless. At the helm, he's a natural--a pilot whose instincts are sharp. He thrives in the heat of the moment, where the chaos found in combat helps him sharpen his focus. He loves pressure. The more frantic the bridge gets, the calmer his grip becomes. He came out of the Academy with more than just a steady hand--he also carries a full head of ideals. He believes in right and wrong the way some people see gravity--unshakable. It makes him dependable and sometimes even inspiring. It also makes him incredibly stubborn. The Borg invasion has already taught him that things don't always split so neatly or evenly, but he still has yet to shake that old belief. Vexus still flies like the galaxy can be saved if makes the right call fast enough. Part of him is driven by a fear he doesn't like to speak of: seeing his friends and crewmates on the Fenrir assimilated. That memory follows him into every fight. But he masks it all by flying bold, refusing to sit still, and by whooping it up with his high energy.
Strengths & Weaknesses		+ Brilliant stick-and-rudder instincts, thrives in high-stress piloting situations. + Quick-thinking, creative with maneuvers and escape vectors. + Carries a strong moral center that can inspire crewmates. - Overconfidence: Believes his skill at the helm makes him untouchable. Tends to “show off” in combat, pushing the ship too far. - Impulsive: Flies on gut instinct, which makes him brilliant in combat but reckless in formation flying or diplomacy-heavy situations. - Rigid/Naive: Has not yet learned that one's principles need to bend in wartime.
Ambitions		Vexus wants to be more than a pilot who gets the ship from one star to the next. He dreams of proving himself in a way that counts... showing his skill and conviction can tip the scales against an enemy everyone calls unbeatable. Part of him longs for command one day, not because he hungers for power but because he believes the helm is where a commanding officer first learns to steer a future.
Hobbies & Interests		-Plays guitar quite well. Particularly 20th century blues music, but loves different genres. -Music. Enjoys almost every genre and is sometimes swept-up in one type of music for a period of time. -Calligraphy. Loves practicing the long strokes of his people's script.

Personal History		Vexus was hatched on Sauria, one of twenty-seven children of Venai, a Starfleet recruiter, and Dresa, a civil engineer. His early years were marked by lazy days beneath the glassy skies of his homeworld, watching shuttles rise like little blackflies from the spaceports and dreaming of someday taking the controls himself. When Venai was offered a position at Starfleet Academy on Earth, the family relocated. The move pulled Vexus from the familiar rhythms of Saurian life and placed him in the bustling heart of the Federation, where the sight of starships soaring over San Pablo Bay only deepened his obsession with flight. At the Academy, Vexus quickly gained a reputation as a gifted pilot-in-training, his natural hands, bold instincts, and an almost instinctive understanding of a vessel’s limits, wowed many. But his focus came at a cost. He chased flight hours and simulations at the expense of everything else, landing himself on academic probation twice. He graduated, but not with honors, and carried away a quiet chip on his shoulder about being judged more for his grades than his ability at the helm. His first assignment aboard the Bucentaure gave him the structure he needed. The long hours of patrols and drills tempered the reckless streak he had worn as a cadet. The jokes, the late nights, the showmanship--those dropped away as he began to realize what it meant to be relied upon, what it meant to be a true professional. The Fenrir was different. Posted along the defense perimeter behind Wolf 359, Vexus found himself in the shadow of a war no one had been ready for. He was at the helm during the Borg advance, eyes fixed on the controls when the ship took direct hits. The order to abandon came too late for many of the crew. He carried survivors to the escape pods, then strapped himself into one and watched through a viewport as the Fenrir was torn down piece by piece. That singular moment hardened him. The Saurian boy who once wanted to fly for the thrill of it grew into an officer who flew because lives depended on it.
Service Record		2342: Hatched on Sauria. 2357: Relocated to Earth with his family, settling in San Anselmo, California. 2360-2364: Attended and graduated Starfleet Academy, study focus in Astrogation, Stellar Sciences, and Bridge Command. 2364-2365: Assigned to USS Bucentaure (Ambassador-class) as helm/flight control officer. 2365-2367: Assigned to USS Fenrir (Norway-class) as helm/flight control officer. 2367-present: Assigned to USS Crazy Horse as helm/flight control officer.