Harrison Kiani

Amity Outpost
Harrison Kiani
Position	Operations Officer
Rank	Ensign
Species	Human/Al-Leyan
Gender	Male
DOB	237305.14
Age	28
Birthplace	Bajor

Ensign Harrison Kiani is a Medical Officer/Medical Scientist aboard Amity Outpost.

Stats

Full Name: Harrison Kiani
Current Rank:
Race: Human/Al-Leyan
Date of Birth: 237305.14
Place of Birth: Sez Toural, Leya-I
Gender: Male
Telepathic status: See T/E Rating System

Appearance

Height: 183cm
Weight: In pounds or kilos.
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown

Family

Spouse: N/A
Children: N/A
Parents: Isobel Ryce & Aquila Kiani
Siblings: N/A

Backstory/Timeline

Harrison Kiani was born bearing the name Laime Pergalen on the auspicious day of the "Komunceco Vivo" (Communion with Life) , marking the end of winter and beginning of spring. Or at least that was what it said on his birth certificate. One that had been flagged by Starfleet Academy's Division of Health Sciences when applying for their Medical programme. The situation was quickly resolved, with the admissions office opting not to take the issue further once provided with correctly authenticated Federation documents noting the change. The memories of Leya-I still stuck to him, but they were just flashes of recognition now, hidden in the deep recesses of the mind. The scent of wood and wet grass, the spacious home highlighted with beige and gold accents, the lush green patio on which to run and be wild. But he was sure there had been no name other than "Harry" to respond to. Perhaps "Harrison" when he was in trouble, but not "Liam" or "Laime" or however it was meant to be pronounced.

Aquila, his mother, had never spoken of her reasons for leaving; or what kind of man his father had been, let alone who he was. At first Harry resented that. He speculated about the various scenarios that led to them fleeing Leya-I, in some of which Aquila played the role of the villain. But as Harry got older, he'd come to realise that it was her story to tell, and maybe one day she would. Till then, he would have to appreciate the cards he'd was dealt and try to make the best of it.

As a child, Harry moved around a lot. Aquila Kiani's life's work as a botanist had been in creating strands of resilient food crops - meant for colonies that couldn't afford the necessary energy required for replicators, especially when supporting a growing population. This had meant doing long stints in desolate systems with hardy folk trying to make a life for themselves. Sometimes they'd even hitch a ride with federation starships aiding some of those distant colonies. It was on one of these trips that they'd meet Isobel Ryce. She worked as a teacher aboard the USS Curie for the children of the families it carried. She taught arts and crafts, creative writing & mathematics, and since Harry came aboard they'd even let him attend the classes, like the other kids. They would remain on the USS Curie for a year, and when his mother announced to Harry that Miss Ryce and her were to be married, eyewitnesses weren't able to determine whether the child had been happier about the news than the blushing pair.

After that, life became much more sedentary. They had relocated to Tarola'n, Alpha Centauri IV, Isobel's home. Harry's love for painting and holo-photography he would readily admit were inherited from her during his time there, although he confessed no real skill in either craft. When he was eighteen, Harry announced that he'd decided to join Starfleet and that he was going to sit for the Academy Entrance Exam that year. He could see that it was a bitter pill to swallow for both of his parents; the pressures and dangers of being a Starfleet officer were well known, and it did not leave much time for family. But they put on brave faces, and swelled with happiness when he'd cleared the examination.

When Harry was back in Tarola'n for Summer break, just before he'd have to start his clinical rotations, they'd decided to throw a little get together of friends and family in appreciation of all he'd achieved. At dinner that day, his mother told a story about when Harry was twelve. It was one she'd liked to recount often. His parents had decided to sit him down and ask what he wanted to be when he grew up. A doctor Harry answered. When asked why, he'd say with a face that was as serious and as sage as a twelve year old's could be, that he "wanted to make people feel okay." There was a gleam of pride in her eye whenever she told that story, and Harry knew she thought the world of him. He could only hope that he managed to live up to it.