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Name: |
Cerys Rowan |
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| Player: |
Tim |
Terran Age: |
30 |
Height: |
5'6'" |
Weight: |
130 lbs |
Species: |
Human |
POST ARCHIVE
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Place of Birth: |
Cardiff, Wales, Earth |
| Date of Birth: |
February 1st, 2358 (Stardate 55802.01) |
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Languages |
Federation Standard, Welsh |
Interests |
Cerys keeps a private botanical journal filled with sketches, field notes, pressed samples, and poetic observations about alien flora. She also maintains a small hydroponic garden in her quarters, including herbs, medicinal plants, and one temperamental flowering vine from a low-gravity colony. She loves old Earth folk music, especially songs about forests, oceans, and lost travelers. She plays the violin passably, though she insists she is "better with chlorophyll than chords." She is fascinated by food anthropology and likes learning how different cultures turn plants, fungi, or algae into meals. She hosts small "first taste" dinners for crewmates, carefully researched and usually delicious, though one infamous fermented-root stew is still mentioned with dread. Other interests: watercolor sketching, tea blending, hiking holodeck biomes, tree geneology, studying pollinator species, and arguing that the ship's arboretum should have more "dramatic biodiversity." |
Education |
| 2376-2380 |
Starfleet Academy |
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Service Record |
| 2380-2382 |
Ensign; Science
officer, USS T'Kumbra (Oberth class) |
| 2382-2385 |
Lt. JG; Science
officer, Xeno- and Exobiology USS Merian (Luna class) |
| 2385-2388 |
Lieutenant; Assistant Chief Science officer USS Hawking (Intrepid class) |
| 2388-Pres. |
Lieutenant; Chief Science officer USS Vanguard (Nova class) |
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Background |
Cerys was born in Cardiff, Wales but grew up on Verdure Station, a Federation research habitat orbiting a lush but dangerous M-class world under long-term ecological protection. Her parents were civilian researchers: one a botanist, the other a cultural historian specializing in pre-warp societies. As a child, Cerys grew up surrounded by scientists, diplomats, conservationists, and visiting alien scholars. Her childhood was unusual. Instead of playgrounds, she had observation domes, seed vaults, and carefully supervised field excursions into luminous rainforests. She learned early that life is rarely simple. Beautiful plants could be poisonous. Frightening creatures could be gentle. A culture's strangest custom might be the key to its survival. She joined Starfleet because she wanted to be where knowledge, ethics, and exploration met. At the Academy, she was known for her brilliance and for being politely impossible to move once she believed she was right. She excelled in xenobiology and xenoanthropology, but struggled with command simulations where the "efficient" answer required sacrificing cultural or ecological nuance. Her first major assignment involved a fungal intelligence that Starfleet initially misclassified as a planetary infection. Cerys proved it was a distributed sentient ecosystem communicating through biochemical pulses. The discovery earned her recognition, but also a reputation: she is the officer most likely to say, "Before we fire on it, has anyone considered that it might be trying to introduce itself?" Cerys also has a Starfleet approved companion animal. Bramble is a small moss-mimic glider who she found injured as a baby while on a forest expedition through a temperate rainforest on an alien world. Bramble has pale green-brown fur that resembles moss, tiny rootlike toes that help him cling to bark or fabric, and wide dark eyes. He is technically an animal, but he carries symbiotic photosynthetic algae in its fur, so it loves sitting under grow lights in Cerys's quarters.
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Personality Profile |
Cerys (KERR-iss) Rowan is the kind of science officer who believes every ecosystem is telling a story, and every culture is a living garden shaped by memory, pressure, adaptation, and beauty. She is brilliant, warm, and quietly stubborn, with a gift for seeing connections others miss: between a plant's growth pattern, a species' migration myth, and a planet's hidden geological history. She is not the loudest person in a briefing room, but when she speaks, people listen. Cerys is curious in a deeply empathetic way. She does not study alien life as "specimens" or "subjects," but as neighbors whose existence deserves wonder and respect. She is patient with unfamiliar lifeforms, careful with language, and almost impossibly excited by moss, spores, root systems, pollination patterns, and obscure cultural taboos around food. Her calm exterior hides a fierce moral center. She will absolutely challenge a captain, admiral, or diplomatic official if she thinks Starfleet is about to misunderstand or harm a developing civilization or fragile ecosystem. She can be a little absent-minded when excited. She forgets meals, leaves half-finished cups of tea in the arboretum, and once missed a senior staff dinner because she was trying to determine whether a carnivorous fern was communicating with her through changes in leaf posture.
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