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Character Name: Malcolm Reed
Series: Star Trek: Enterprise
Age: 37
From When?: The Romulan War: To Brave the Storm, after the Battle of Cheron
Inmate/Warden: Warden. He's just as likely to sit an inmate down and have a nice long talk about what made them do what they did and why as he is to just blow the whistle and make them drop and give him twenty. He won't be afraid to stick his inmate in level zero if they cross the line, but he honestly would like to help people reach their potential in a more positive manner. Being as stubborn as a mule will probably help with a more difficult inmate, but a far more outgoing inmate is going to find a colder and more awkward greetingfor great lulz.
Item: PADD
Abilities/Powers: No supernatural or enhanced powers, but bro's good with weapons and hand to hand combat, and he's got a fair mind for the technical stuff. Granted, tech from the mid-22nd century...
Personality: Malcolm is, at times, the epitome of the English caricature. He's got a stiff upper lip, a dry sense of gallows humour, is polite, coy, witty, gentle, quiet, prideful, and not very big on dealing with his own emotions. About the only thing off the bat that doesn't make him seem so very cliche is his penchant for blowing things up and playing the action hero when necessary.
He steps through the world trying to find someplace where he thinks he can finally fit in comfortably with solid footing and a pessimistic outlook. He calls his dreary thought process realism and blames his tactical security job for requiring him to see all possibilities and preparing for the worst case scenario, but it's an outlook he's developed since long before he needed to. What is more difficult to see is that past the pessimism is, in fact, hope. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. As his life has been a series of fairly steep ups and downs, this has worked out pretty well for him. He tries not to appear too hopeful knowing that if something awful happens instead, it might crush him. He is instead pragmatic and practical, but he does enjoy his personal moments of victory whenever he can nab them.
Instead of being what one might normally think of with a chief of security--the big, beefy, loud, trigger happy jock, for instance--Malcolm is instead extremely reserved. He is a firm believer in speaking softly and carrying a big phase rifle. While he does enjoy himself some explosions and gets a twinkle in his eye at shiny new weaponry, he would, in the end, much prefer a diplomatic approach to problems. It might be more boring for him, but it sure as hell keeps casualties down. In fighting, being a tactical officer, he prefers agility and outflanking, out-thinking his opponents rather than charging straight in guns blazing. But don't think for a second that he can't or won't bust your nose if he feels he has to. He's a by-the-book, memorize regulations to the letter and follow them so kind of guy. Doesn't help that he's more than a bit of a perfectionist, especially harsh on himself. He also walks a fine line between doing his job and putting himself in unnecessary danger. It's usually just stubbornness, selflessness, and duty that makes him push himself this way. The needs of the many makes perfect sense to him.
And when I say extremely reserved, that's no exaggeration. But when he finally gets comfortable enough around someone to call them a friend, he will become much more casual and unflinchingly loyal to them. When he learns to give someone his trust, he can be in fact loyal to a fault, risking career and personal safety for them. This can sometimes pose as a point of conflict if his loyalties clash with his strong ethical and moral sense. Sometimes he gets caught up in moral grey areas that get him into trouble, but he will always do what he thinks is right. Even if it goes against orders. And especially if it's to help out someone he cares for.
With others, he will act very polite and personable, though it's hard for him to hide that airy aloofness that comes with. He keeps his distance, keeps his book closed, and keeps a professional air about him until someone wriggles their way in. No easy task, mind. However, he's mellowed out somewhat after being with the same crew for nearly ten years. Call it bad influence. Still, not just anyone can waltz into his personal bubble and find a friend in him if only for his reluctance to let people in. He's not here to be your buddy, pal, and he has all the spit and no-nonsense polish of a drill sergeant if he feels people are slacking off or not showing the proper decorum expected of them. Honour and pride, after all, mean a great deal to him. Laugh at that at your own risk. He's not afraid to butt heads if need be, and he can be stubborn and intractable as hell if his convictions are tested. That polite nature will fall away to someone much less willing to take shit if given shit.
Though stern and serious much of the time, Malcolm can certainly learn to let his guard down and enjoy himself. And he's been known to make witty remarks and jokes of dark humour when facing down almost certain death. And he can be a troublemaker, though he would argue that he only gets into trouble by trying to help certain chief engineers out of trouble. He'd rather be the good little soldier boy with the spotless record, but hey, life throws curveballs, especially when you're a space explorer. His introverted nature can be a barrier for getting to know new people, but that doesn't mean he won't try his very best.
Malcolm can also get into some deep trenches of moods that, with his pessimism, make it hard for him sometimes to dig himself back out of again. While he is a closed book in talking about himself, he tends to inadvertently wear his heart on his sleeve. People that know him can tell from a look, however hard he tries to cover it up, what he's feeling, especially when he's upset. The thing is, Malcolm feels very deeply. But coming from a family (and going along with the caricature idea, a country) that was emotionally stifling has made it hard for him to express what he feels, especially given that letting emotions take over would be a detriment to his duty. Better to try and set them aside and deal with them later. Bottling all of that up inside tends to work for him, but it can, at times, prove to be a dangerous thing that comes out in unhealthy ways.
Most recently in his life is the end of many years of war against the Romulans, which will, in about a year's time, culminate in the creation of the fledgling Federation. There are few, if any, who could walk away from the war without mental scars, and Malcolm isn't about to be the exception. After all he's witnessed, lost, and taken part in, Malcolm is, above all, tired. He is older, wiser, and ready to move on to a brighter future, but the past five years have been difficult to say the least. On the whole, compared to how he was ten years ago or even five, he's a bit more relaxed around people and certainly less naive than he was in his younger years. After living for years, and especially the last few months, right on the edge, Malcolm's ready to try and ease back into a more normal and less tension-filled life.
Barge Reactions: His previous time on the Barge was too short to be memorable anyway, and so long ago. Malcolm's coming in fresh. And he is going to be wary as hell. Mind you, that'd be a typical reaction to any situation that is as decidedly strange as the Barge. Everything seems to be a bit fantastical and not so easily explained by the science of his time, which makes it difficult to trust. But as a member of Starfleet, he's used to all kinds of alien lifeforms and situations that could not be so easily explained, so he's not going to make a fuss over anyone who appears strange to the human standard.
And besides, after dealing with time travel and all kinds of weird, improbable things in his time aboard the ship, can he really be that wigged out by the likes of the Barge? Ports will be welcomed, although floods and breaches will certainly not be appreciated. The potential for awkward and embarrassing aftermaths is not going to go over terribly well, and he'd rather just clear his throat and move right along. His days will be full of structure once he's started getting himself settled in, and he might have a tense hair trigger initially, having just come out of a long and bloody and trying time of open conflict.
History: TV canon history is here in all of its Trek wiki glory. As for book canon, I'll just leave these here.
The better/quicker/smaller yet more complete version of his history can be found here where the Memory Beta links fail.
Sample Journal Entry: Handy dandy sample!
Sample RP: It was astounding how many more amenities were provided on the Barge than on Enterprise, despite being a ship designed for long expeditions away from Earth. They'd made due with what they had, of course, but there's a lack of militaristic aesthetic that's quite catching to the eye. Nicer than a prison ship, certainly. At least the ones he's familiar with.
Naturally, he makes the shooting range to be a normal haunt. There had been so much battle between ships that he wouldn't want to end up rusty in his one on one combat. Best to keep in the best of shape in all areas. It was almost strange to go back to no sense of urgency at all compared to the past few months or more. Not an unfamiliar feeling, of course, but after all the work he'd put into tactics and weaponry and defenses and drills and war games and upgrades in order to help the entire Coalition protect itself from the Romulan menace, after being nearly so certain they were all going to simply die, going from that to the Barge isn't the easiest adjustment to make.
He familiarized himself with projectile guns, those more common than weapons like phase pistols around here. Technology had come such a long way in his years of service that he couldn't remember the last time he held an MK-34, or even an EM-33. He remembered having to teach Hoshi that she didn't need to compensate for the EM's particle drift with the phase pistol, and he hit a pang of nostalgia between targets. Everything had been so much--well, not easier. War had made everything so straightforward, so single-minded and focused. But they lost the innocence that came with exploration. Hoshi had done so much growing in their years, faced her fears and grew beyond them. And now all he can see is her breaking into a cracking laughter from the stress of a particular quick, particularly nasty battle. Laughter had somehow seemed more appropriate to the absurdity of the war than tears. Couldn't fault her for that.
In his mind's eye, he visualized Romulan heads on targets. Let anger and frustration pour into each bullet, easing tension out of what he found to be a suddenly shaky trigger finger. The catharsis wouldn't last, he knew, but it would do for now. Let T'Pol have her meditation; the firing range is Malcolm's way of clearing his head.
Special Notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR ADDING TO YOUR WARDEN COUNT
User DW:
shadowesqueAIM/IM: BEWD CEO
E-mail: ladyintime9 -at- gmail -dot- com
Other Characters: N/A
Character Name: Malcolm Reed
Series: Star Trek: Enterprise
Age: 37
From When?: The Romulan War: To Brave the Storm, after the Battle of Cheron
Inmate/Warden: Warden. He's just as likely to sit an inmate down and have a nice long talk about what made them do what they did and why as he is to just blow the whistle and make them drop and give him twenty. He won't be afraid to stick his inmate in level zero if they cross the line, but he honestly would like to help people reach their potential in a more positive manner. Being as stubborn as a mule will probably help with a more difficult inmate, but a far more outgoing inmate is going to find a colder and more awkward greeting
Item: PADD
Abilities/Powers: No supernatural or enhanced powers, but bro's good with weapons and hand to hand combat, and he's got a fair mind for the technical stuff. Granted, tech from the mid-22nd century...
Personality: Malcolm is, at times, the epitome of the English caricature. He's got a stiff upper lip, a dry sense of gallows humour, is polite, coy, witty, gentle, quiet, prideful, and not very big on dealing with his own emotions. About the only thing off the bat that doesn't make him seem so very cliche is his penchant for blowing things up and playing the action hero when necessary.
He steps through the world trying to find someplace where he thinks he can finally fit in comfortably with solid footing and a pessimistic outlook. He calls his dreary thought process realism and blames his tactical security job for requiring him to see all possibilities and preparing for the worst case scenario, but it's an outlook he's developed since long before he needed to. What is more difficult to see is that past the pessimism is, in fact, hope. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. As his life has been a series of fairly steep ups and downs, this has worked out pretty well for him. He tries not to appear too hopeful knowing that if something awful happens instead, it might crush him. He is instead pragmatic and practical, but he does enjoy his personal moments of victory whenever he can nab them.
Instead of being what one might normally think of with a chief of security--the big, beefy, loud, trigger happy jock, for instance--Malcolm is instead extremely reserved. He is a firm believer in speaking softly and carrying a big phase rifle. While he does enjoy himself some explosions and gets a twinkle in his eye at shiny new weaponry, he would, in the end, much prefer a diplomatic approach to problems. It might be more boring for him, but it sure as hell keeps casualties down. In fighting, being a tactical officer, he prefers agility and outflanking, out-thinking his opponents rather than charging straight in guns blazing. But don't think for a second that he can't or won't bust your nose if he feels he has to. He's a by-the-book, memorize regulations to the letter and follow them so kind of guy. Doesn't help that he's more than a bit of a perfectionist, especially harsh on himself. He also walks a fine line between doing his job and putting himself in unnecessary danger. It's usually just stubbornness, selflessness, and duty that makes him push himself this way. The needs of the many makes perfect sense to him.
And when I say extremely reserved, that's no exaggeration. But when he finally gets comfortable enough around someone to call them a friend, he will become much more casual and unflinchingly loyal to them. When he learns to give someone his trust, he can be in fact loyal to a fault, risking career and personal safety for them. This can sometimes pose as a point of conflict if his loyalties clash with his strong ethical and moral sense. Sometimes he gets caught up in moral grey areas that get him into trouble, but he will always do what he thinks is right. Even if it goes against orders. And especially if it's to help out someone he cares for.
With others, he will act very polite and personable, though it's hard for him to hide that airy aloofness that comes with. He keeps his distance, keeps his book closed, and keeps a professional air about him until someone wriggles their way in. No easy task, mind. However, he's mellowed out somewhat after being with the same crew for nearly ten years. Call it bad influence. Still, not just anyone can waltz into his personal bubble and find a friend in him if only for his reluctance to let people in. He's not here to be your buddy, pal, and he has all the spit and no-nonsense polish of a drill sergeant if he feels people are slacking off or not showing the proper decorum expected of them. Honour and pride, after all, mean a great deal to him. Laugh at that at your own risk. He's not afraid to butt heads if need be, and he can be stubborn and intractable as hell if his convictions are tested. That polite nature will fall away to someone much less willing to take shit if given shit.
Though stern and serious much of the time, Malcolm can certainly learn to let his guard down and enjoy himself. And he's been known to make witty remarks and jokes of dark humour when facing down almost certain death. And he can be a troublemaker, though he would argue that he only gets into trouble by trying to help certain chief engineers out of trouble. He'd rather be the good little soldier boy with the spotless record, but hey, life throws curveballs, especially when you're a space explorer. His introverted nature can be a barrier for getting to know new people, but that doesn't mean he won't try his very best.
Malcolm can also get into some deep trenches of moods that, with his pessimism, make it hard for him sometimes to dig himself back out of again. While he is a closed book in talking about himself, he tends to inadvertently wear his heart on his sleeve. People that know him can tell from a look, however hard he tries to cover it up, what he's feeling, especially when he's upset. The thing is, Malcolm feels very deeply. But coming from a family (and going along with the caricature idea, a country) that was emotionally stifling has made it hard for him to express what he feels, especially given that letting emotions take over would be a detriment to his duty. Better to try and set them aside and deal with them later. Bottling all of that up inside tends to work for him, but it can, at times, prove to be a dangerous thing that comes out in unhealthy ways.
Most recently in his life is the end of many years of war against the Romulans, which will, in about a year's time, culminate in the creation of the fledgling Federation. There are few, if any, who could walk away from the war without mental scars, and Malcolm isn't about to be the exception. After all he's witnessed, lost, and taken part in, Malcolm is, above all, tired. He is older, wiser, and ready to move on to a brighter future, but the past five years have been difficult to say the least. On the whole, compared to how he was ten years ago or even five, he's a bit more relaxed around people and certainly less naive than he was in his younger years. After living for years, and especially the last few months, right on the edge, Malcolm's ready to try and ease back into a more normal and less tension-filled life.
Barge Reactions: His previous time on the Barge was too short to be memorable anyway, and so long ago. Malcolm's coming in fresh. And he is going to be wary as hell. Mind you, that'd be a typical reaction to any situation that is as decidedly strange as the Barge. Everything seems to be a bit fantastical and not so easily explained by the science of his time, which makes it difficult to trust. But as a member of Starfleet, he's used to all kinds of alien lifeforms and situations that could not be so easily explained, so he's not going to make a fuss over anyone who appears strange to the human standard.
And besides, after dealing with time travel and all kinds of weird, improbable things in his time aboard the ship, can he really be that wigged out by the likes of the Barge? Ports will be welcomed, although floods and breaches will certainly not be appreciated. The potential for awkward and embarrassing aftermaths is not going to go over terribly well, and he'd rather just clear his throat and move right along. His days will be full of structure once he's started getting himself settled in, and he might have a tense hair trigger initially, having just come out of a long and bloody and trying time of open conflict.
History: TV canon history is here in all of its Trek wiki glory. As for book canon, I'll just leave these here.
The better/quicker/smaller yet more complete version of his history can be found here where the Memory Beta links fail.
Sample Journal Entry: Handy dandy sample!
Sample RP: It was astounding how many more amenities were provided on the Barge than on Enterprise, despite being a ship designed for long expeditions away from Earth. They'd made due with what they had, of course, but there's a lack of militaristic aesthetic that's quite catching to the eye. Nicer than a prison ship, certainly. At least the ones he's familiar with.
Naturally, he makes the shooting range to be a normal haunt. There had been so much battle between ships that he wouldn't want to end up rusty in his one on one combat. Best to keep in the best of shape in all areas. It was almost strange to go back to no sense of urgency at all compared to the past few months or more. Not an unfamiliar feeling, of course, but after all the work he'd put into tactics and weaponry and defenses and drills and war games and upgrades in order to help the entire Coalition protect itself from the Romulan menace, after being nearly so certain they were all going to simply die, going from that to the Barge isn't the easiest adjustment to make.
He familiarized himself with projectile guns, those more common than weapons like phase pistols around here. Technology had come such a long way in his years of service that he couldn't remember the last time he held an MK-34, or even an EM-33. He remembered having to teach Hoshi that she didn't need to compensate for the EM's particle drift with the phase pistol, and he hit a pang of nostalgia between targets. Everything had been so much--well, not easier. War had made everything so straightforward, so single-minded and focused. But they lost the innocence that came with exploration. Hoshi had done so much growing in their years, faced her fears and grew beyond them. And now all he can see is her breaking into a cracking laughter from the stress of a particular quick, particularly nasty battle. Laughter had somehow seemed more appropriate to the absurdity of the war than tears. Couldn't fault her for that.
In his mind's eye, he visualized Romulan heads on targets. Let anger and frustration pour into each bullet, easing tension out of what he found to be a suddenly shaky trigger finger. The catharsis wouldn't last, he knew, but it would do for now. Let T'Pol have her meditation; the firing range is Malcolm's way of clearing his head.
Special Notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR ADDING TO YOUR WARDEN COUNT