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| Position | Engineering | ||||||||||||||
| Rank | Lieutenant JG | ||||||||||||||
| Species | Human | ||||||||||||||
| Gender | Male | ||||||||||||||
| DOB | 236803.27 | ||||||||||||||
| Age | 33 | ||||||||||||||
| Birthplace | Grayling, Alaska. Old America, Earth | ||||||||||||||
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Lieutenant JG Rustyy Hael, an engineer on the USS Constitution, has the heart of a child and a mind stuck in the 80's.
"I'm not crazy I swear, I was just born in the wrong time"
Stats
- Full Name: Rustyy D Hael (Pronounced Hail)
- Race: Terran
- Gender: Male
- Telepathic status: None
Appearance
- Height: 5'5" (and 3/4's)
- Weight: 220lbs
- Hair Color: Dark Brown
- Length of Hair: Blessed with a full head of big curls, he is known for his constant bed head look.
- Eye Color: Dark Brown
- Skin Tone: He has a reasonable tan, one that was achieved through practically living outside at the academy.
- Birthmarks, Scars: His Hands and arms have a fair share of scars from tools slipping out of his hands. His knuckles have been roughed up through his constant knocking of them against whatever is nearest. Recently got a tattoo on his inner arm, what it is has yet to be shared.
- Build: Thick but muscular. His broad chest makes it difficult to climb into tighter areas, but he finds a way to do it anyways.
- Face: Smooth at the edges but not a baby face
- Eyes: Observant with a hint of teasery
- Mouth: Thin lips that seem to have a mind of their own. They can be seen constantly moving even when he's not talking.
- Arms: Broad shoulders and large forearms. Has big hands and thick knuckles.
- Legs: Slightly bow legged.
- Carriage: Carries himself as though he's not interested in what's going on around him. Almost a lazy stance. But is confident when in the engine room, you could say he stands a little taller than.
- Poses : More often than not, he can be seen leaning against something or standing with a hip lean.
- Taste in Clothing (when off duty): Below casual standards. He always wears long sleeves, even if it means sweating to death. His mama bought him old styled jeans for his graduation, which he wears all the time. two of the three pairs support rips. Uses suspenders to hold them up.
- Shoes: Lace up steel toed boots. Never know when you might need to kick something and not hurt your toes.
- Voice: Baritone with a hint of southern drawl. Tends to butcher the standard language. The more hurried he is the worst his speaking gets.
- Handedness: Right
Manner
- Quarters: A mess. Clutter everywhere. Stacks of schematics; old trucks, muscle cars, and starships. Best of luck finding anything.
- Favorite Room: Tucked away where no one can see him. Usually close to the Warp Drives, the hum makes him fall asleep.
- Habits: Runs his hands through his hair, never making it any better. Grunts at everything. At the Academy he was called the "Noisemaker" for all the strange noises he makes. The most interesting ones come out when he's focusing. Singing 80's and 90's, if not older, songs under his breath. A guitar or drum solo is also not uncommon. Uses chewing tobacco when he can get a can.
- Mannerisms: Stand off -ish, due to his sense of humor. His mind runs on slapstick and tongue in cheek skits. His blunt honesty it matched only by his constant need to 'lighten the mood'. He has been told that he is most like his father when it comes to his humility. His father always use to say “Humility is just how individual’s become an individual.”
- Hobbies and Pastimes: Pulling things apart and attempting to put them back, emphasizing on 'attempting'. Humming songs and drumming on anything close by. A raised eyebrow had only ever encouraged him to be over dramatic in his air guitar skills. Looking through old truck and muscle car pictures and schematics of ships.
- Likes: Big dogs. refurbishing old things. Arguing and bickering commonly called debating. Drinking, it makes him even more out going. Chewing tobacco
- Dislikes: Selfish people and those who take themselves too seriously. Big bugs, found that out during his final test at the academy....
- Ambitions and Goals: Not to die because of his mistakes. It would only take one set of bad wiring, and life support shuts down....
- Achievements in Life: Graduating school, (all of them)
- Disappointments in Life: None... Yet
- Temperament: He has a short fuse and can get angered quickly, but he covers it up with a unique sense of humor that bats at people around him.
- Mental problems: To many to list, but just to name a few; he has been known to talk to himself out loud, he is his own music playlist and entertainment. He considers inanimate objects to be alive, with their own personalities and to have feelings of their own.
- Physical Limitations: Humidity, heat does not bare well with the arctic tundra land lover.
Relationships
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Steve Hael Father |
Age: 52 Rustyy’s pa is a charismatic and outgoing man. Though an uneducated bartender, Steve is known for his generosity and ability to manage repairs with little to nothing in the way of tools or parts. He taught Rustyy all he knows about the benefits to improvising. Steve spends a great deal of time at small social gathering or in council meetings when he is not working the bar.
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Sabrine Hael Mother |
Age: 51 Rustyy’s mama is a light hearted waitress, who knows and remembers everyone from town. Whether they lived there or simply passed through. She is sort of the town’s counselor, as everyone has at some point, sat down in her diner and talked with her over pie and milk. Though she could as easily be called a mama bear over her cubs, being as defensive and aggressive as a rattlesnake to those who would see to change their way of life or criticize their way of living.
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Jackson Hael Brother |
Age: 30 Jackson is Steve and Sabrine’s 2nd son, right after Rustyy. He and Rustyy had been close ever since they were little. Giving each other hard times. Jackson was never as keen on repairing things, but showed interest in joining Starfleet when he was old enough. Last Rustyy knew he had just taken his entrance exam. |
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’ Vivian Hael' Sisiter |
Age: 28 Vivian is the third born and mentally slower than the rest of those her age. She is quiet but curious, known to wander off to explore new or old areas. Rustyy has always felt the need to be overly protective of her. Vivian was the most sadden when Rustyy left for the Academy and promised to write him everyday.
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Colt Hael Brother |
Age: 25 Colt is the fourth born.
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Lily Hael Sister |
Age: 23 Lily is the fifth born, though only by a few hours. She is Sebastian’s identical twin.
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Sebastian Hael Brother |
Age: 23 Sebastian is the sixth born and is Lily’s identical twin
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Diesel Hael Brother |
Age: 22 Diesel is Rustyy’s youngest sibling. He was 7 years old when Rustyy left for the Academy, so they know each other very little. |
Coming as soon as he makes friends…...
History
Rustyy was born in old Alaska in Grayling, a one horse kind of town. In that kind of wilderness you have to be tough or you wouldn't do well. Rustyy was always short for his age, so he grew up fighting. In most cases just for fun, in others it was defending his younger siblings. Rustyy would always get a fair share of broken noses and bloody lips.
His sister Vivian was slightly slower than the rest and many of the other kids made fun of her. Rustyy never had a problem with hitting a younger boy. Vivian was Rustyy's favorite sister. Fighting is what got Rustyy into so much trouble. Fearing the influence Rustyy had on his younger sibling, his parents sent him to Starfleet, to make something of himself.
When he was about 16 years old Rustyy almost died from hypothermia. He and his younger brother Jackson had gone outside during a blizzard to check out why their mother’s gas stove had stopped working. he had left the younger brother alone for mere seconds to retrieve a part. But when he came back, Jackson was nowhere to be seen. His brother had chased after their sister Vivian, who he later found had fallen through cracked ice. As foolish as it might have been Rustyy plunged in head first after her, sending Jackson to get help. The instant cold sent his systems into shock, but still he fought on. The amount of time that had passed was unmeasurable. But relief warmed Rustyy’s heart went he finally pulled Vivian from the unwelcoming depths. His father arrived just in time to catch Rustyy when he went unconscious. He spent almost 6 weeks in Anchorage’s main hospital after being airlifted from Grayling.
Yet still to this day, the cold is his preferred temperature.
His mind wasn't ever focused on popularity... No one could be popular wearing at least five layers of bulky insulated coats. Or wearing lovely red or tan long johns that could be seen when you bent over and your thick layer raised up. Or by wearing heavy boots that took real effort to move and you could only wobble when you walked.
That, and everyone looked the same. Most people had beards, women included though not at big, filled with crumbs, crusted with dip and booze, and iced over from the howling wind of the day. No one shaved, their natural hair helped to insulate and keep warm. Those without facial hair had to wrap layer upon layer around their head, face and neck to keep as much of the chill off. Leaving only a shadow over their eyes and their button noses an almost silly cherry red. So he never paid much attention to girl either. He figured it wasn’t worth the drama. The only fun things Rustyy ever did were winter sports. As many as he could as often as he could. It was what caused him to forget his other responsibilities. From dog sleds to snowmobile races. Even playing Hockey on the school’s playground, which was almost always iced over. They played Hockey for the sport as much as for the fights. Once a fight had gotten out of hand, every player was involved, and someone had slipped sending their ice skate across Rustyy’s forearm. He had never seen so much blood spilling out of a person, let alone himself.
His sister Vivian was slightly slower than the rest and many of the other kids made fun of her. Rustyy never had a problem with hitting a younger boy. Vivian was Rustyy's favorite sister. Fighting is what got Rustyy into so much trouble. Fearing the influence Rustyy had on his younger sibling, his parents sent him to Starfleet, to make something of himself.
When he was about 16 years old Rustyy almost died from hypothermia. He and his younger brother Jackson had gone outside during a blizzard to check out why their mother’s gas stove had stopped working. he had left the younger brother alone for mere seconds to retrieve a part. But when he came back, Jackson was nowhere to be seen. His brother had chased after their sister Vivian, who he later found had fallen through cracked ice. As foolish as it might have been Rustyy plunged in head first after her, sending Jackson to get help. The instant cold sent his systems into shock, but still he fought on. The amount of time that had passed was unmeasurable. But relief warmed Rustyy’s heart went he finally pulled Vivian from the unwelcoming depths. His father arrived just in time to catch Rustyy when he went unconscious. He spent almost 6 weeks in Anchorage’s main hospital after being airlifted from Grayling.
Yet still to this day, the cold is his preferred temperature.
His mind wasn't ever focused on popularity... No one could be popular wearing at least five layers of bulky insulated coats. Or wearing lovely red or tan long johns that could be seen when you bent over and your thick layer raised up. Or by wearing heavy boots that took real effort to move and you could only wobble when you walked.
That, and everyone looked the same. Most people had beards, women included though not at big, filled with crumbs, crusted with dip and booze, and iced over from the howling wind of the day. No one shaved, their natural hair helped to insulate and keep warm. Those without facial hair had to wrap layer upon layer around their head, face and neck to keep as much of the chill off. Leaving only a shadow over their eyes and their button noses an almost silly cherry red. So he never paid much attention to girl either. He figured it wasn’t worth the drama. The only fun things Rustyy ever did were winter sports. As many as he could as often as he could. It was what caused him to forget his other responsibilities. From dog sleds to snowmobile races. Even playing Hockey on the school’s playground, which was almost always iced over. They played Hockey for the sport as much as for the fights. Once a fight had gotten out of hand, every player was involved, and someone had slipped sending their ice skate across Rustyy’s forearm. He had never seen so much blood spilling out of a person, let alone himself.
When it comes to his light heartedness and the ability to be so outgoing, it was obvious it came from Rustyy’s father. A man known for his more outrageous behavior. If it wasn’t for cameras no one would have ever believed the tale of when Steve Hael, Rustyy’s father, and the small group of city councilmen having way too much fun. Every year almost like clockwork, when the sun shined all hours of the day and a great deal of the ice melted off. Folks from neighboring towns would come together for a bit of fun and to celebrate surviving the winter and the wish good luck for the hunting season. There were always much drinking and food, children playing in what snow was left. They all would come to where the ice was broken up to go swimming. Now the men swear that there was no booze involved, and those that knew them might believe them. But the four councilmen came out onto the ice, ballad music playing in the background, in white tutu’s, hand in hand. They proceeded across the ice to the open water and jumped in roughly all together. It was quite a scene for all those present, some even scarred for life.
But not three years early, during the same event, Rustyy had gone out in a blaze as well. With nothing but a pair of old boots and a winter cap. He ran across the ice, fell, and slide all the way to the open water and went in with a splash. It was plain to see that the apple did not fall far from the tree.
Before Rustyy had left Alaska to travel to the Academy, he decided to stop off at a shabby tattoo parlor. Without his parents knowing of course, Rustyy gave himself and parting gift. A tattoo on his left inner forearm. Ink wasn't common on campus and it was something rather personal for him. So even during the scalding heat, Rustyy would always wear longs sleeves.
At first Rustyy didn't know what to do when he got to the Academy. He was good at combats and thought security/tactical would make him feel right at home. But tinkering seemed to get the better of him. So long as it wasn't theoretical tinkering.
Rustyy joined the Academy and excelled in propulsion engineering and components engineering. He showed a good understanding of things that existed and how to repair them. The Engine room was just a big thing for him to tinker with.
Rustyy's instructors, on more than one occasion, caught him calling the main engine room a "Chop Shop". When asked why he simply said, "Because all we do is chop it up and piece it back together."
His interest in such things came long before the Academy though. Rustyy spent most of his free time rebuilding snow machines and the local replicator. If he was lucky, and someone else not so much, he got to work on newer models of landlocked shuttles.
The Academe brought many things to Rustyy’s attention. Mostly that not all girls had facial hair, and some chose to not wear so much clothing. They were indeed a distraction. However he was never one to ‘get lucky’ or even go out on dates. But it never kept him from trying.
Once, right before a school dance, Rustyy stood out in front of the main stairs to the school and asked every girl that past him to go to the dance with him. Each one said no. Even his history teacher turned him down. Rustyy shrugged it off and took himself…. Straight down to the local billiards pub, where he lost money on betting games, drank too much, and ended up in only one fight. All in all, a great evening.
Rustyy joined the Academy and excelled in propulsion engineering and components engineering. He showed a good understanding of things that existed and how to repair them. The Engine room was just a big thing for him to tinker with.
Rustyy's instructors, on more than one occasion, caught him calling the main engine room a "Chop Shop". When asked why he simply said, "Because all we do is chop it up and piece it back together."
His interest in such things came long before the Academy though. Rustyy spent most of his free time rebuilding snow machines and the local replicator. If he was lucky, and someone else not so much, he got to work on newer models of landlocked shuttles.
The Academe brought many things to Rustyy’s attention. Mostly that not all girls had facial hair, and some chose to not wear so much clothing. They were indeed a distraction. However he was never one to ‘get lucky’ or even go out on dates. But it never kept him from trying.
Once, right before a school dance, Rustyy stood out in front of the main stairs to the school and asked every girl that past him to go to the dance with him. Each one said no. Even his history teacher turned him down. Rustyy shrugged it off and took himself…. Straight down to the local billiards pub, where he lost money on betting games, drank too much, and ended up in only one fight. All in all, a great evening.
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Rustyy has quite the path of broken parts trailing behind him. From his first ship the USS Apollo-A. It was a breeze until his first mission chasing after three convicts. All with thoroughly frightening background. The damage didn’t start until the crew located the convicts suttle which had a dangerous virus that affected a significant amount of software. The shuttle had one of the three convicts on board, a skilled woman with too much knowledge of Starfleet vessels. Rustyy played a game of cat and mouse, repairing the damaged systems all the while trying to keep the ship from separating. Which he was unsuccessful at doing. Lucky for Rustyy, the ship was the only priority he had, unlike the rest of the crew who had to joggle recapturing the maniac on board and capturing the other two.
Shortly after all the craziness, the Apollo docked and shore leave was on everyone’s mind. But the fun never had a chance to start. Rustyy, like the rest of the Sr. staff was directed to the holodeck for some kind of training. Being as fashionable as he was, Rustyy arrived late and was locked out of the room. But the nosy engineer, using the internal sensors and visuals was able to see what his co-workers were up too. And it was nothing pretty, unless running in a dessert was pretty… Rustyy - gingerly - broke into the controls and created big rain drops to pour on his fellow crewmen. But by mistake, also caused the environmental ship controls to also rain everywhere on the ship. Of course he wouldn’t fess up to it.
Rustyy was transferred to the USS Constitution-B shortly after. Again things went smoothly until a distress call was picked up and the Conny went into action. All seemed normal, unless completely gutted engines were normal, with the crew they were assisting. Rustyy crawled around inside the Jeffrey tubes, hunting down the source of the problem. Which he found to be Borg parts draining the main systems. In an attempt to stop from further damage Rustyy electrocuted himself while on the horn with his new Commanding officer. Once Rustyy returned to the ship, only slightly fried hair, he was welcomed by the threat of Borg nanites running ramped through his precious engines. It took days to repair and shore leave is never long enough.
Oh the menotomy of scanning space. Nothing of interest to Rustyy, so he spent most of his time tinkering with the engines and trying to keep his sleep schedule somewhat normal. Which was hard with being an Alaskan native. After oversleeping once again, from a to late of a night, Rustyy was woken up by being unceremoniously tossed to the floor from his bed. He did what he could to fix and manage the systems but they would need some type of fuel to kick start the engines back up. 1914 had some of the most stuffy clothes and Rustyy was forced to wear them so he could travel to Earth and gather missing parts and things needed for the ship. 1914 also was rather unsanitary, more so around their docks. Rustyy after avoiding getting shot, tripped and fell into the most horrendous water… And drank it. Shortly after, he was found by most likely pirates and was able to obtain a ship filled to the brim with gunpowder and fireworks. Who says the little things don’t make boys happy?
Shortly after all the craziness, the Apollo docked and shore leave was on everyone’s mind. But the fun never had a chance to start. Rustyy, like the rest of the Sr. staff was directed to the holodeck for some kind of training. Being as fashionable as he was, Rustyy arrived late and was locked out of the room. But the nosy engineer, using the internal sensors and visuals was able to see what his co-workers were up too. And it was nothing pretty, unless running in a dessert was pretty… Rustyy - gingerly - broke into the controls and created big rain drops to pour on his fellow crewmen. But by mistake, also caused the environmental ship controls to also rain everywhere on the ship. Of course he wouldn’t fess up to it.
Rustyy was transferred to the USS Constitution-B shortly after. Again things went smoothly until a distress call was picked up and the Conny went into action. All seemed normal, unless completely gutted engines were normal, with the crew they were assisting. Rustyy crawled around inside the Jeffrey tubes, hunting down the source of the problem. Which he found to be Borg parts draining the main systems. In an attempt to stop from further damage Rustyy electrocuted himself while on the horn with his new Commanding officer. Once Rustyy returned to the ship, only slightly fried hair, he was welcomed by the threat of Borg nanites running ramped through his precious engines. It took days to repair and shore leave is never long enough.
Oh the menotomy of scanning space. Nothing of interest to Rustyy, so he spent most of his time tinkering with the engines and trying to keep his sleep schedule somewhat normal. Which was hard with being an Alaskan native. After oversleeping once again, from a to late of a night, Rustyy was woken up by being unceremoniously tossed to the floor from his bed. He did what he could to fix and manage the systems but they would need some type of fuel to kick start the engines back up. 1914 had some of the most stuffy clothes and Rustyy was forced to wear them so he could travel to Earth and gather missing parts and things needed for the ship. 1914 also was rather unsanitary, more so around their docks. Rustyy after avoiding getting shot, tripped and fell into the most horrendous water… And drank it. Shortly after, he was found by most likely pirates and was able to obtain a ship filled to the brim with gunpowder and fireworks. Who says the little things don’t make boys happy?
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| Insignia | Rank | Dates | Posting | Assignment |
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Cadet First Class | 239202.17 | Graduated Starfleet Academy | Engineer |
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Ensign | 239202.17 - 239205.28 | USS Apollo-A | Engineer |
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Ensign | 239205.28 - 239206.09 | USS Constitution-B | Engineer |
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Lieutenant JG | 239206.09 - Present | USS Constitution-B | Chief Engineer |
Awards & Service Ribbons
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