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|SHIP = Starbase 118 Ops
|RANK = Major
|PIPSTYLE = STO
|POST = Commander of the ArchAngels/Second Officer
|COLOR = Green
|SPECIES = Rekarian
|GENDER = Male
|BIRTHMONTH = 10
|BIRTHDATE = 31
|BIRTHYEAR = 2352
|BIRTHPLACE = D’da Vallia, Rekar III
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Major Nijil is the Commander for the marine medical team the ArchAngels on [[Starbase 118 Ops]]. And is Ops' second in command
He majors in Combat/Field level medicine. And minors in Pediatrics and Chiropractic. As well as feild work as an XO and SO 
'''Isn't funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back everything is different''' C.S. Lewis
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* '''Full Name''': Nijil S’Tolan Aehkhifv
* '''Goes by''': Nijil (Ni-Gel)
* '''Race''': [[Rekarian]]
* '''Gender''': Male
* '''Telepathic status''': N/A
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* '''Height''': 6’3”
* '''Weight''': 215 lbs
* '''Hair Color''': Dark Brown
* '''Length of Hair''': Short, somewhat spiked in the front
* '''Eyes''': Observant, but kind.
* '''Eye Color''': Blue, changes from pale to dark blue depending on mood
* '''Skin Tone''': Pale
* '''Visible Marks''': Scar going across the bridge of his nose
* '''Build''': Medium build, wide shoulders. Healthy.
* '''Face''': Oval, hidden cheekbones, masculine, rough around the edges
* '''Mouth''': Thicker lips. Usually appears very stoic
* '''Arms''': Muscular but not large. Long fingers
* '''Legs''': Athletic. Scar on his inner thigh.
* '''Carriage''': Casual, Relaxed or rigid as a board very little in between
* '''Poses ''': Hands on his hips or arms crossed. Leaning against door frames and nurses station
* '''Taste in Clothing (when off duty)''': Clothes… Doesn’t matter what kind. Something comfortable. Prefers pants to shorts and ¾ sleeves to tees or long sleeve
*'''Appearance''': Stoic, stern, Can be fatherly like.
* '''Shoes''': Boots or no shoes
* '''Voice''': Tenor
* '''Handedness''': Left. But throws right handed.
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*'''Quarters:''' Simple, not many personal items. It has an outside view to the stars, something that’s important to him. A family crest tapestry next to the door. A Purple African Violet on the coffee table, a gift from [[Alora DeVeau]] - has died since then, but he hasn't removed it yet. His room has two bedrooms, each with personal washrooms. A small personal office and a large sitting room/kitchen/dining room. Very open layout.
*'''Office:''' Tidy. A four piece set of table and chairs are off to one side for more relaxed sitting. He has a ‘safe’ on the back wall for sketchbooks and a family dagger he takes with him on missions. A bottle of alcohol and a pair of crystal glasses kept in his desk.
*'''Favorite Drink:''' Strong black coffee, bitter teas, bourbon, Romulan Ale 
*'''Favorite Food:''' Real Ramen, dark chocolate,
*'''Habits:''' Rolling his eyes, mental snark, when sitting - stretches his legs way out.. 
*'''Mannerisms:''' Snarky, professional, stoic.
*'''Religion/Spiritual Devotion:''' He doesn’t believe in luck or fate, believes in the connection with falling stars. Hence the location of his rooms.
*'''Hobbies and Pastimes:''' He draws and sketches when he can, using real ink and paper - this is kept very private.
*'''Likes:''' Drinking - alone or with company, usually in small groups.
*'''Dislikes:''' To much hyperness, the cold
*'''Ambitions and Goals:'''
*'''Achievements in Life:''' Making CMO, making XO
*'''Disappointments in Life:''' All of the times he never finished something. Something came up and he had to walk away from finishing medical school a few times until joining Starfleet
*'''Temperament:''' Easily annoyed, but well controlled with his outward appearance. He can either be fatherly or doctor-like or has zero tolerance for a person. He had terrible bedside manner and only slightly better first officer manners.
*'''Mental problems (complexes and phobias)''': Paranoid. Skeptical of people’s true intent.
*'''Physical Limitations:'''
*'''Strengths:''' He has endurance even when injured. Vast knowledge of medicine and a good memory of people
*'''Weaknesses:''' Social skills, Trusting people,
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===Appearance before Starfleet===
* '''Height''': 6’3”
* '''Weight''': 170 lbs
* '''Hair Color''': LIght Brown
* '''Length of Hair''': Long, usually braided
* '''Eye Color''': Dark blue
* '''Skin Tone''': Tan, usually a darker tan
* '''Birthmarks, Scars''': Scraped knees, but nothing serious
* '''Build''': Slim, runner’s build,.
* '''Face''': Oval, hidden cheekbones, masculine,
* '''Eyes''': Observant, but kind.
* '''Mouth''':  Charismatic grin. Thicker lips.
* '''Arms''': Long hands, slim but muscular, a bit scrawny
* '''Legs''': Athletic, though scrawny.
* '''Carriage''': Casual, Relaxed or rigid as a board very little in between
* '''Poses ''': Reclusive, arms folded across chest
* '''Taste in Clothing (when off duty)''': Long 3 / 4 sleeves, pants with pockets, a jacket
* '''Shoes''': Boots or no shoes
* '''Voice''': Tenor
* '''Handedness''': Left. But throws right handed.
===Family===
'''Marital Status''':  Dating [[Alize Sorenson]]
'''Children''': N/A
'''Parents''':  D'Amarok and S’harien Aehkhifv
'''Father''':Deceased - D'Amarok - Pilot of a Romulan Warship, crewed by Rekarian’s
'''Mother''': S'harien - Singer
'''Siblings''': 3 Sisters: All Younger than Nijil
'''Oldest''' Nijil - Starfleet
'''Second Born'''  Nalah - Singer; engaged
'''Third Born''' S'Tarleya - Junior Officer in Rekarian fleet; pregnant
'''Baby'''  D’mora - Local Elementary Teacher
===Family Pictures===
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File:  NijilsMama.jpg | S’harien Aehkhifv, Singer And Nijil’s Mother. Her hair cut short after her son left home
File:  Nalah.jpg  | Nalah Aehkhifv, Singer, Nijil’s sister
File:  S’Tarleya.jpg  | S’Tarleya Vrachriur, Officer in the Rekarian Fleet, Nijil’s second sister
File:  D’mora.jpg  | D’mora Aehkhifv, elementary teacher, Nijil’s youngest sister
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==Childhood==
*Born in D’da Vallia, a timber town.
*A quick learn, very independent
*Was known to scowl and frown early on.
*His parents met while his father was on a military tour and his mother was entering the height of her music career. The crass young man, who said exactly what was on his mind made her swoon. She was willing to move in with him on the condition she was allowed to continue singing and visit the city often. Which he agreed too, of course.
Nijil was the first born to D’Amarak and S’Harien, and only son. He was a baby born on the move. Ready to get into trouble, create messes and havoc and explore beyond what was safe. He pushed the limits from the get go never afraid. Though having been such a hefty handful, his parents questioned having more. Even after getting hurt, dinged up or into trouble he was attracted to more.
At the age of 4 he walked into the deep end of the pool, and sank to the bottom. He hadn’t learned to swim yet and the adults weren’t paying close enough attention to catch it right away. He held his breath, having studied and listened to the computer read about the functions and lessons of swimming. Those crisp blue eyes opened to see the swirl of light as it danced through the waves to the bottom of the pool. Ever so slowly it seemed, he floated up as the body will do. His dark matted hair clung to his face as he bobbed above the water. He swished his legs and threw out his arms and began to swim… when someone finally caught a glimpse of him, all were shocked. His dad jumped in to help give him support and make sure he was okay. To which Nijil grumbled at, trying to push away and do it himself.
===Full Timeline===
# '''235210.31''': Nijil was born to D’Amarok and S’harien.
# '''232609.05''': Nijil nearly drowns in the pool at 4 years old
==Teenage Years==
Nijil was into literally everything. He could listen to people talk for hours but tended to move around a lot or tried to listen to too many at once. One of the biggest things that made him sit and be still was drawing. No grand artist, and barely shared with anyone. He could focus on the art, the lines and shading. He tried landscape, but found it not flawed enough. And so, he sketched people. But not just their faces that one saw in passing. But the layers that seemed to be hidden just beneath the surface. He drew their darkness and gray cloud. And also their beauty and joy. This would be something he would continue doing, though his time to do it less and less. This would also start his interest in anatomy.
Whenever he wasn’t in school, getting into trouble, or drawing, he would join his father on the old war ships D’Amarak piloted. They were worn Romulan Warbirds, kept, modified and revamped from when the Romulans were there. He would visit the men and women who fought and sailed through the stars. It was here he got his first taste of the unique freedom of space. The vastness and wonder. To see his worlds which had seemed so huge before, look so small. It put a lot of things into perspective. It made him reconsider how he felt and how he thought. And listening to the stories? There was unquestioning interest mixed with morbid fascination. Such stories of blood and gore, war and hatred. The medical officers especially, whose perspective were skewed past recognition. He marveled at the lines they crossed, morally and otherwise. At their internal battle to save lives but also destroy their own souls and bodies. Most were drunks.
　
When Nijil was 14 his first sister, Nalah, was born. At age 16, S'Tarleya, was born. and finally at 17, D’mora was born. He wasn't very close with them, being so many years apart in age. They were whiny, screaming things with such strong personalities to begin with. All of which seemed to clash against his. He was… less than thrilled to have siblings, though he’d never admit it. But he didn’t have much say in the matter.
===Full Timeline===
# '''236608.03''': Nalah was born
# '''236806.29''': S’Tarleya was born
# '''236912.12''': D’mora was born
==Pre-Academy Years==
He moved from home at 20 to follow his dream of becoming a doctor. More specifically, a military medic. He left for his mother’s home city to the medical campus. It was there he realized his tolerance for people was slim. Well stupid people anyways. He started at one end of the medical spectrum with lofty goals of doing them all.
Things would change drastically though when D’Amarak was killed in action. A petty border skirmish that didn’t have to end in bloodshed. His mother, though finally settled down some, didn’t handle the death of her husband. For how different they were, it was a unique case of true, everlasting love. Nijil was nearly 22 and only a chiropractic degree under his belt so far. He didn’t want to come home, but did so. Not showing that he was anything but generous and willing to help. His mother suffered from depression, which made raising three girls nearly impossible. Nijil stepped up as best he could, taking over most household chores and general care of the baby girls. He learned to be gentle, caring and it was then he began to truly care for his siblings. Though, he’d never admit it, it was also then the idea of having his own kids seemed more a desire and less far fetched idea.
　
Growing up in a house full of girls taught Nijil many things about the opposite gender. None of which was helpful in the act of flirting or dating. But in understanding and being helpful. He learned very quickly how to clean and cook. And even how to style hair and make minor adjustments to clothing. He refused to learn to knit and sew though. But his mother would always say, any man who can take care of themselves will be able to take care of others better.
When his sisters became old enough to take care of themselves, he would finally make the decision to go back to medical school. But rather than complete his school on Rekar III, he made the choice to join Starfleet.
===Full Timeline===
# '''237201.10''': Moved from home
# '''237402.02''': Chiropractic degree
# '''237408.02''': Father D’Amarok is KIA
# '''237410.22''': Returned home to help raise his sisters
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File: LittleNijil.jpg  | Nijil was caught off guard by the photo, not being very photogenic
File: Nijil3.jpg  | Right before leaving for Starfleet, he cut his hair short.
File: Nijilhome.jpg  | Nijil’s childhood home
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|NAME = Nijil


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|RANK = Lieutenant
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===Starfleet Academy===
Starfleet Academy would be something different, new, exciting and completely out of Nijil’s element. He was almost 30 when he joined. His youngest sister was 12. The age gap was instantly noticed, as most were younger. Now granted for his people, who had the lifespan of Vulcans or Romulans, he was still fairly young. But while many were off to parties, clubs, and out to get to know a variety of people, he was there to accomplish something. Because up until this point, everything seemed incomplete. Half started and stopped when something else came up.


|PIPSTYLE = STO
This he was going to finish.


|POST = Medical
One of the classes he was required to take was a survivalist course up in the mountains. He was paired up with marines and other emergency personnel. The idea was to hike up to the top of the mountain and ‘rescue’ those that were trapped. They had to put their skills to the test. Because there weren’t always transporters or shuttles to help save the day. Nijil, and a young, up and coming, marine named Christoph were bringing up the rear. They were a team of six plus the instructor. One of the men above him slipped on loose rocks and boulders, which came tumbling down on Nijil and Christoph. Which in turn, caused both men to fall further.


|COLOR = Blue
While Nijil walked away still breathing, unlike Christoph who died instantly, he did get injured. His spine had been fractured, ribs broken, and enough cuts and bruises to nearly hide his identity. He recovered, with the help of strong opioids and a hand full of surgeries. It was then, he started to struggle with addiction. It was just easier to take something and keep going. To push down what hurt and forget about it. And for many years he struggled with taking a variety of medications.


|SPECIES = Rekarian
The back still hurts, that much was true. He pushed his body too hard and was unforgiving at the best of times. But drugs helped. Pain relievers and strong opioids, anything to dull the ache or pinch. Anything to make it so he could keep going. And for the most part that’s true. He could never sit still as a child, and now was the same. No way he could be confined or without work. But back problems create more problems, and don't go away, even if you wish really, really hard.


|GENDER = Male
There were classes he enjoyed, and ones he dreaded. But all in all he did alright. Friends weren’t something he walked away with either. His crass and unusual sense of humor scared some while his overall morbid fascination made the rest go running. He did get along with the teachers. Even kept in touch with a few. He had been the same age or closer to them when he was there. So it was much less teacher/student.


|BIRTHMONTH = 10
There had been one though, an older woman. And by older - meaning made him seem like a spring chicken, still wet behind the ears. She seemed to fancy long talks with him. Which was nice, seeing that he was about as socially capable as a new student in a new school. Only all of the time. It wasn’t until he was stationed that he realized the only reason he passed her class was because she liked his company…


|BIRTHDATE = 31
===Full Timeline===
# '''238208.10''': Joined Starfleet.
# '''238502.16''': Survived a rockslide on a training survival course
# '''238605.12''': Graduated Starfleet


|BIRTHYEAR = 2356
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|BIRTHPLACE = D’da Vallia, Rekar III


|IMAGE = Nijil2.png


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Lt. JG Nijil is a doctor on board the [[Starbase 118]]. He majors in Combat/Field level medicine. And minors in Pediatrics and Chiropractics.
===Starfleet Background as MD===
Nijil never stayed in one place for very long. He learned everyone’s name and immediate medical file and would be transferred to another ship overnight. Something that became just a lifestyle he accepted. It did keep things challenging and changing.  


His first posting was on a Chimera class ship, the USS Day’s Dawn. It was left in Bojorian space, meant to help pick up the pieces left behind from the war. They chased down a few war criminals, but mostly spent their time planetside or running in circles. A very opinionated Rekarian mentioned more than once the lack of actual work they did. His captain at the time was looking forward to retirement and chose to not dangerously engage anyone. It meant a lot of downtime for Nijil. A good and bad thing. Luckily the Bojorians felt free to call upon his skills from time to time.


Next a Luna class starship, the USS Fredrick. Whoever came up with these names tended to focus on Terran ones. He was transferred there six months after the Day’s Dawn. Apparently he had pushed the captain enough that he got rid of him. The Fredrick was moderately more interesting. They scored the border between the federation and the Breen. The eccentric people were known to push the limits, constantly checking for weakness. They had licked their wounds but seemed unphased by the Dominion war. The Fredrick would come to blows, where a portion of the crew were killed or captured and the rest barely escaping in escape pods. Nijil was one of those captured. Drugged to oblivion, to spill some top secret. Or at least that was the idea. He wouldn’t remember much from his time aboard their ship. Sometimes, after a long day, he would close his eyes and see minuscule flashbacks. Always hazy and disorienting. He does, however, clearly remember waking up planetside and stumbling about in the dark and falling… luckily there was a small pond of deep water. It was connected to greater oceans through underground canals. What made it not so lucky were the carnivorous eel like serpents that decided to take hefty chucks from his torso and legs. In fact, one bit so hard that it tore open his inner thigh. He was worried it was going after his privates. After a desperate swim and underwater fight, he made it to land. A few days later they were all picked up. Apparently courtesy of the Breen giving their people a call. With no ship now, those remaining of the crew were forced to relocate.


‘’Adults… Adults deserve tough love and a kick in the butt… Kids on the other hand, they deserve candies, gentle words, and to have their fears wiped away.”
Next Olympic class, the USS Britannia Petite. A name suiting the captain, not the ship. A dwarf of a Terran, well two inches above. Captain Lucy Endymion. She was a good captain with a good ship, who took in stragglers from across the fleet. And made it her personal mission to get to know all of them on a personal level. He respected her greatly, but unmercifully teased her about her height. When she became a captain, people seemed intimidated by her, and unwilling to treat her like any other person. Him, being one of the few exceptions, despite being only a LtJg. They became fast friends and still keep in contact. When he left, after being reassigned to a ship in need of medical personnel, she had offered to write a letter of recommendation. Or better yet, ask to let him stay. A sweet sentiment, but he was needed elsewhere, and where he was needed he went.  


The Nebula class starship, USS Mazak, was probably one of the most uneventful ships he’d ever been on. They touched base with their outstanding colonies, and met up with allied worlds - the ones not a part of the Federation. But ran drills all day because the captain had some kind of fetish for them. As soon as he could he jumped ships. This cargo running diplomatic ship was simply not for him.


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Next was an Intrepid class ship. The USS Ingersoll. There he met germs, and dangerous fungi and all the things that could go wrong when scientists were allowed to run amok. The science based ship seemed to be the most notorious for getting into trouble. Either because they went somewhere they weren’t supposed to or did something they weren’t supposed to. It was the most … comical ship he’d ever been on. As if it were a never ending run of the Black Adler. The captain and majority of the crew were scientists - mad ones at that. With two medics - including him. And a handful of engineers looking to make a breakthrough in warp drives. Which roughly translated to they nearly blew the ship up regularly. Nijil had to fend off viruses and diseases. He got pretty sick a few times. One thing caused temporary blindness and sweaty palms. Another gave him Crohn's symptoms. Once he was laid up with something like the chicken pox - imagine someone covered in green spots-  only it burned instead of itched with a fever so high he should have been in a coma - others where. But drugs, caffeine and enough alcohol to burn back, he managed to limp through. Even found how to cure it. This made him absolutely abhor the idea of ever being sick. To the point that on the rare chance he was, he tended to be excirciatingly pissy.


* '''Full Name''': Nijil S’Tolan Aehkhifv
Constitution class, the USS Constitution - A. He managed to get away from the crazies after two of the Scientists were arrested for attempted genocide. This is where he met a CMO who could be as cratankorous as him. He got along well with Wyn, they both were no bull kind of people. More interested in fixing things rather than listening to excuses. Nijil appreciated that greatly. Also where he met Alize Sorenson, an incredibly attractive mortician. The ship was incredibly fond of relationships of all kinds. Bonds, friends or more. Probably the most caring ship he’d ever been a part of. Though, he never felt like he fit in. To dark, to unforgiving. With a severe lack of patience and bedside manner he was seen as more of a jerk then anything. Granted that was what most people thought of him. It was just more noticeable there it seemed to him. Though Alize countered that. And awkwardly they danced around each other, neither making the first move. But of course, they were both black sheep, awkward ducklings and eventually they came together


* '''Race''': [[Rekarian]]
Starbase 118 was the first Starbase he’d been stationed too. And for all the ones he could land on, it was the largest of them all. A conglomerate of cultures. He wasn’t sure what to expect, an unusual Captain and even more so CMO. When he came, he found Ezo to be a light hearted woman and reasonable to work with. Of course there was the night she made fun of his beard… But she was very admired by those around. So when she left, there was a noticeable missing part of Sickbay. Something he wasn’t any good at filling. But he was more than a little pleasantly surprised when Alize showed up, in all her glory. A fine posting for a fine woman, mortician and forensic science. Here he found lots to do. Working with the marines as emergency medical response teams, to learning about different worlds. Specifically Klingon - which was a fancy of Alize. He liked what he’d seen and was more than willing to delve in deeper with her. Although the night his mother and siblings came… forever grateful for slipping away with Alize to get rather sloshed in a local pub.


* '''Gender''': Male
After much griping about no CMO, Captain Taybrim surprised him with the position…


* '''Telepathic status''': N/A


===Starfleet Background as XO===


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<br/> It didn't take long for captain Taybrim to see his leadership skills and in a dire situation Nijil wouldn't hesitate to take charge. During a mission involving those radical cults hell bent on uprooting the Klingon government, their newest XO found herself incompacitated. He quickly took charge of the situation. Keeping everyone safe and in one piece as well as obtaining imperative intel.
<br/> During an awards ceremony, Sal promoted him to the position of XO.
<br/> The position was short lived however when an emergency request came in for medical personnel. An entire system was hit with an unknown virus, one at the time was thought to be through genetic mutation caused from so much interspecies breeding and not enough inoculations to keep sickness at bay. Nijil and a team from all of Starfleet were sent to the three inhabited worlds to lend assistance. The doctors and medical personnel found themselves confined to EV suits for the first month and a half, taking turns to return to the support ships and going through decomp. They couldn’t take a risk. Viruses continued to mutate and became harder to cure. They came to a solution none too soon. After a third of the help had become ill and several dieing from mutated viruses they were able to track down the original virus. With the base cause understood they work day and night to track and predict changes and mutation and finally cut it off before it could get worse. Once that was done and isolation procedures were properly put in place, the teams were able to systematically eradicate individual strands of the virus.
<br/> After long months, some weightloss and a crankier than ever attitude, Nijil was finally relieved of duty and allowed to return to Starbase 118. An old friend came through to pick him up, Captain Lucy Endymian. It was nice to catch up with one of the few people who actually liked him. He was informed that a new XO had taken his place during his leave, which he was more than okay with. He was a doctor with poor social skills… He probably would have started a war by now, instead of curing an entire system. Though he is eager to see what’s become of sickbay. 


* '''Height''': 6’3”
But he wouldn’t go back to Sickbay. When he came back, his very first meeting with Captain Taybrim would have him signing right back up for first officer. It was with little indecisiveness. He’d done it once, surely he could do it again. And he would, to the best of his ability and then some.  
* '''Weight''': 215 lbs
* '''Hair Color''': Brown
* '''Length of Hair''': Short
* '''Eye Color''': Blue
* '''Skin Tone''': Pale
* '''Birthmarks, Scars''': N/A
* '''Build''': Medium build
* '''Face''': Oval but masculine
* '''Eyes''': Observant, but kind.
* '''Mouth''':  Charismatic grin
* '''Arms''': Muscular but not large
* '''Legs''': Athletic
* '''Carriage''': Casual, Relaxed
* '''Poses ''': Hands on his hips or arms crossed.
* '''Taste in Clothing (when off duty)''': Clothes… Doesn’t matter what kind
* '''Shoes''': Boots
* '''Voice''': Tenor
* '''Handedness''': Left


Fates would not be kind though, because the missions to follow would be painful - physically and mentally.


Nijil did his time as the XO until he was called away to help as a diplomat on behalf of the Federation. The new Rhihannsu empire felt more comfortable with him as the representative due to his mixed heritage and the long standing the Rekarians have with the Romulan people. Because of this rule, he had to step down as first officer. LtCmdr Alora DeVeau stepped up to take his rule. Though he didn't personal get along with the woman who seemed lead by emotions, he certainly supported the choice Sal made with selecting her.


While he was away his headaches became increasingly worse. Any medication given to him by Dr Bailey seemed to not be working as well. Upon his return he would see her right away to look further into the pain.


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He did not know that he would be returning as the new commander of the ArchAngels, a marine group that worked as a quick response medical and combat team. Something that sat with him just fine.


* '''Marital Status''':  N/A
===Starfleet Background in the Marines===
* '''Children''': N/A
Upon his return to Ops, Nijil was more then happy to take on the role among the marines and return to his core practice of field medicine. Though he still works closely with the station's Sickbay. Suring an anything-but-routine mission into the Janatris Cloud, he filled in the senior medical officers who were either on mission or out for medical leave.
* '''Parents''':  D'Amarok and S’harien Aehkhifv
** '''Father''':Deceased - D'Amarok - Pilot of a Romulan Warship, crewed by Rekarian’s
** '''Mother''': S'harien - Singer


* '''Siblings''': 3 Sisters: All Younger than Nijil
** '''Oldest''' Nijil
** '''Second Born'''  Nalah - Singer
** '''Third Born''' S'Tarleya - Junior Officer in Rekarian fleet
** '''Baby'''  D’mora - Local Elementary Teacher


===Full Timeline===
# '''238605.12''': Graduated Starfleet Academy
# '''238607.02''': Stationed on USS Day’s Dawn
# '''238710.17''': Transferred to USS Fredrick
# '''238801.30''': Captured by the Breen
# '''238801.31''': Left behind on an Unknown planet, attacked by eels
# '''238702.02''': Rescued by Starfleet
# '''238803.04''': Stationed on USS Britannia Petite
# '''239002.17''': Transferred to USS Mazak
# '''239109.01''': Transferred to USS Ingersoll
# '''239202.17''': Transferred to [[USS Constitution]]
# '''239412.02''': Transferred to [[Starbase 118 Ops]]
# '''239508.22''': Was made Chief Medical Officer
# '''239603.08''': Was made First Officer
# '''239605.28''': Leaves [[Starbase 118 Ops]] to lend aid during global medical emergency
# '''239701.05''': Returned [[Starbase 118 Ops]] and resumed his position of First Officer after the leave of Commander Gogi
# '''239806.06''': Leaves [[Starbase 118 Ops]] to play diplomat between Starfleet and the Romulan Empire
# '''239812.01''': Returned to [[Starbase 118 Ops]] to lead Marine team.


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===Relationships===


[[Alize Sorenson]] - Alize and Nijil met back on the USS Constitution-A. She was the ships mortician and he was a medic. They were both awkward and fascinated with … uncommon things. Such as death and Klingon culture. At the time, he didn’t think much of it except maybe a friend to talk to on occasion. He was transferred to Ops just as they were getting serious and starting to date. Soon after though, Alize was transferred to Ops as lead forensic and mortician. Which meant they were able to pick up where they left off. She has on more than one occasion played nursemaid to the injurres accrued during missions.


Nijil was born on Rekar III, in the town of D’da Vallia. Which was a heavily wooded town know for it’s extravagant grained trees when cut down. Their main trade was their wood which had a high price when sold. Yearly, D’da Vallia would have almost lumberjack styled competitions with neighboring towns, as they all were wooded towns.  
[[Sal Taybrim]] - While his commanding officer, Nijil feels that he and Sal compliment each other well. He highly respects the man and is willing to go through anything with him. They are more than just co-workers. But friends too. Nijil finds that he trusts the man, probably more than he should at times. But loyalty was never something his people lacked, it was just hard earned. And Sal has earned ten fold.  


[[Ezo Mirra]] - She was his last CMO when he had just started out on Ops. She was an energetic woman with a big heart. They didn’t always agree on things, but he respected her opinions. There was one time when he had to carry her after being heavily medicated and unable to walk on her own. She had played with his beard and told him she didn’t like it cause it was scratchy. While a polar opposite to himself, they worked well together.


D’Amarak and S’harien Had Nijil first, a bright boy, who never talked much. Instead, when he would go off for long periods of time, they would find him in town square or just outside the work zones watching. It was early on that he found he enjoyed the pastime of doddling. Which became somewhat of a distraction in school.
[[Solaris McLaren]] - Since his return to ops, the two have been sent on several missions together. This has created a bond or kinship between the two. After one harsh mission of fighting against the Cult of Molor, he shared a bottle of bourbon with her. They drank the entire bottle and ended up sharing several uncommon things. His drawing and her singing. Nijil considers her a friend and someone he appreciates to have his back on a mission




Nijil spent his early years accompanying his father aboard warships when they were stationed at home base. It had been on such ships that allured Nijil to medicine. He would spend most of his time in the Sickbays, speaking with members of the field. Such miracles they had been able to perform brought curiosity to the young Rekarian boy.
===Gallery During Starfleet===


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When Nijil was 14 his first sister, Nalah, was born. At age 16, S'Tarleya, was born. and finally at 17, D’mora was born. Since the moment each girl was born, Nijil had felt the need to protect his younger sisters. It might have been that he was so much older than the girls, or simply the fact that they were family.
File: NijilMD.jpg  | When Nijil was called away for a medical emergency
File: Nijil4.jpg  | Dress coat
File: Nijil5.jpg  | Dressed up for 2397 award ceremony
File: Nijil2.png  | When he served as XO


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When he was 18 his father was killed in action defending their border in the petty skirmish. Which left Nijil to grow up and become the man of the house, so to speak. Which wasn’t as easy as it sounds, not with four, hot headed, determined, and strong willed women. His mother leading the pack. And regardless of the girls being very young.




Growing up in a house full of girls taught Nijil many things about the opposite gender. He learned very quickly how to clean and cook. And even how to style hair and make minor adjustments to clothing. He refused to learn to knit and sew though. But his mother would always say, any man who can take care of themselves will be able to take care of others better.




Nijil had planned on attending one of their higher graded medical schools, but instead would stay close to home. Raising three little girls was to much for just one person. And he didn’t really mind. Spending what free time he could at the local mom and pop hospital. He started work there as a glorified pencil holder. But would later become a glorified assistant… He handed the doctor their tools.
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The circumstances that araised in his life would make him seem odd to those of his age group. Though active in sports, he was always the odd man out. But it never bothered him. Nijil does believe that the reason he is harsher towards adult vs children is because of his own sisters. Who on many occasion he had to tend to.
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!  colspan="100%" style="background:#343434; width:800px; color:#fff;" |Service History
|-
! style="background:#E6E6E6; width:120px" |Insignia
! style="background:#B8B8B8; width:200px;" |Rank
! style="background:#E6E6E6; width:200px;" |Dates
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Posting
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Assignment
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! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Cadet First Class|Blue}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Cadet First Class
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |238605.12
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Graduated Starfleet Academy
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medical
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Ensign|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Ensign
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |238607.02 - 238710.17
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |USS Days Dawn
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant JG|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant JG
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |238710.17 - 238803.04
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |USS Fredrick
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |238803.04 - 239002.17
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |USS Britannia Petite
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239002.17 - 239109.01
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" | USS Mazak
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239109.01 - 239202.17
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |USS Ingersoll
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239202.17 - 239412.02
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |{{USS|Constitution-B}}
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Medic
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant Commander|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant Commander
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239412.02 - 239508.22
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |[Starbase 118 Ops]]
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Emergency Medic
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant Commander|Blue|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant Commander
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239508.22 - 239603.08
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |[[Starbase 118 Ops]]
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Chief Medical Officer
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant Commander |Red|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant Commander
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239603.08 - 239605.28
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |[[Starbase 118 Ops]]
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Executive Officer
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Lieutenant Commander |Red|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant Commander
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239701.05 - 239812.01
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |[[Starbase 118 Ops]]
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Executive Officer
|-
! style="background:#000;" |{{Pips|Major|Green|STO}}
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |Lieutenant Commander
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |239801.01 - Present
! style="background:#B8B8B8;" |[[Starbase 118 Ops]]
! style="background:#E6E6E6;" |Commander of the ArchAngels
|}


When his sisters became old enough to take of themselves, he would finally make the decision to go back to medical school. But rather than complete his school on Rekar III, he made the choice to join Starfleet. Four years later he graduated with flying colors.




Just as many children do, there are little things that their parents hand off to their children that isn’t exactly genetics. In Nijil’s case, his stubbornness from his mother and a strange morbid sense of humor from his father.
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*[[Hopper, Penny]] - Weapons Repair officer<br> *[[O'Grady, Pepper]] - Science<br> *[[Rustyy Hael]] - Base Engineer And civilians consultant <br> *[[Snezhana, Masha]] - Security<br> *[[Cecil]] - Retired officer, owner of "Shorty's Sweets"<br> *[[Ari Shennar]] - Trauma/Recovering Therapist <br>*[[Gard, Jack]] - Engineer<br>* [[Gard, Tabitha]] - Civilian<br> *[[Solek]] - Diplomat/Cultural Advisory Consultant <br> *[[Attikus Rundstrom]] - Scientific Statician


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